Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 253 What a horse thief!

That burly thief is not dead yet!Pushing away the corpses of his subordinates who were blocked by his side, the thieves stood up with a knife in a rage, pointed at the Musketeers emerging from the west, and roared furiously.

"Dare to slander me, kill them all for me!"

"I still can't see the form clearly!" Standing on the second floor of his house, wearing a leather jacket, he shook his head with the air of the first villain, and Song Qingshu immediately gestured forward.

"kill!"

It has been lying in ambush for more than a day, staying in the cellar with sweet potatoes, feces and urine in the crotch, and the musketeers elite who have been holding back for a long time, like a flood that dug their holes, hit the past with a rain of bullets , It was really like raindrops, but I saw those gangsters who were still standing on the playground like rain hitting the remnants of the lotus, falling down a large group every now and then.

These gangsters did not know where they came from. They were fierce and tight. Even after suffering heavy losses one after another, they fought back without cowardice. Thousands of musketeers behind them fired back with guns. With the shield in its hand, it turned over like a wild beast and rushed back.

With this momentum, even Du Wenhuan's elite frontier army by the Fenchuan River was not so desperate, especially when there were hundreds of horse thieves rushing to the forefront, and they rode forward bravely and reunited without fear of death.

Fortunately, this time Song Qingshu's location was much stronger than last time. Hiding in the family buildings that were originally built as military fortresses, the begging army blocked most of the bullets, and the reloading speed of the flintlock was faster than that of the bird's gun. There are quite a few, and the beggar army still uses fixed-loaded paper shells. When charging, the three-round musket shot over, and saw that more than half of the horse thieves on the horse fell, and I don’t know how many injured thieves fell to the ground and were killed The accomplice stepped on it alive.

"Go on the bayonet!"

Whenever this shout sounded, it was the time when the Qihuo Army was at its most majestic, but this time it seemed a little more wretched. The family quarters of the Qihuo Army were built very much like the communities of later generations. There were no courtyard walls, and they were all neatly arranged. The Bauhaus-style modern two-story building, the beggars who have already met the enemy, took advantage of the convenience of the terrain, popped up from all the alleys like ghosts and ghosts, and came out from under the windows, at the door of the cellar, in various unexpected places, The black knife is lowered from behind.

Those thieves rushing on the main road immediately died under various sneak attacks, and the beggar army ran away with a bayonet. The despicable tactics made the thieves even more angry, screaming, and then killed them.

However, those who rushed into the house often failed to come out alive.

Unexpectedly, there was another blind man who came into Song Qingshu's house. He just rushed in after the fleeing shadow in front of him. The beggar army ambushed by the door had already stabbed his bayonet from behind with a bayonet. The black-clothed thief was directly pierced, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and lay on the ground without moving.

"My fine cedar wood floor! Zhou Yuji, you bastard, won't you strangle and throw it out?"

Zhou Yuji scratched his head with a bloody bayonet and smiled honestly, while Song Qingshu jumped his feet angrily. At this time, another one broke in from outside the door, and he was about to chop off Song Qingshu's forehead with a knife, but Tangtang beggar Huoshuai was taken aback.

There was a click, and the red knife came in and the red knife came out again. Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, and then looking at Zhou Yuji who was honest and then scratching his head and giggling, Song Qingshu simply didn't bother to talk at this moment.

On the other hand, Sun Chuanting gave his lord a helpless look, stepped forward and turned the body over, stripped off the outer clothes, and immediately wrinkled his head.

Under a layer of homespun clothes stretched out by ordinary people, there is a dirty black and red military jacket of the Ming Frontier Army!

These small buildings looked like death-defying formations, and the bandit soldiers who rushed in were killed like the German devils who entered Stalingrad, leaving behind hundreds of corpses and finally retreated. , It is said that the army was defeated like a mountain, and this is really called a defeat like water. Thousands of thieves didn't even want the corpses of their companions, and rushed out directly towards the way they came from.

Stepping on the two corpses and going out, looking at his own residential area that was already smelling bloody, Song Qingshu gestured two fingers forward helplessly.

"Total attack!"

Two flash bombs rushed into the air with a dazzling white light. The Musketeers, who had been hiding in the family area for a long time, rushed out of the bunker in a small team under the leadership of their corporal leader. The gangsters of my own burst into flames again, and immediately rushed forward again with bayonets red. This time, there was only forward, no retreat!

And the signal flares are not just for ordering more than 2000 musketeers. Outside, Hongniang Xing and Monk Zhao, who have been squatting in the big ravine for a long time in the cold, also raised their troops excitedly. Not only them, but also Xiaoluo, Er Lengzi, Zhao Liuzi, Liu Tichun and almost all the main leaders of the begging army.

For this ambush, Song Qingshu mobilized more than 6000 people.

This time the one rushing to the front was a strong man of two meters. That Yuan Zongdi, when he followed the hungry people who were not in the climate, he was already a titan, let alone joined the beggar army, don't look at this The servant is tall and big, but the mace is as flexible as an embroidery needle, and a stick jumps up and down, killing those night raiders with blood and flesh flying all over the place.

The ambush team didn't rush out all at once, in the winding and rugged mountain road, they came out three times in a row, always giving the fleeing thieves a jump to escape, so they chased and killed them all the way until they reached more than two miles At the foot of Bangchui Mountain outside, the bandit soldiers who could no longer run were completely surrounded.

In the center, Xing Hongniang and Liu Dazhuzi's five hundred iron cavalry pierced through the bandit soldiers like steel needles. On the two wings, the musketeers with bayonets hung layer after layer on the periphery of the bandit bandit like scraping fish scales, kneeling on the ground. There were already more than one group of bandits begging for mercy, and they were about to wipe out all of them at the foot of Mount Bangchui, but at this moment, a bloody and bright red flag with the word "horse" was suddenly lifted up.

The front of the bandit army, which was already in a desperate state, also became extremely violent and bloodthirsty following the banner as if it had been slapped with chicken blood suddenly. It was already midnight when the battle broke out, and at this time the east was even paler. Holding a binoculars, Song Qingshu was surprised to see this tragic scene.

Holding on to the bayonet of the beggar army, the gangsters who rushed to the front didn't even want to hide. They were stabbed in the chest when they went up to meet them, and they still slashed with the knife desperately. The gangsters behind followed him with red eyes. Slashing into the gap created by the lives of comrades in arms, everyone is a desperate killing method. Under the slashing and slashing, even the most elite musketeers of the beggar army were killed and retreated, and suddenly exploded. The big move was the same, in a short period of time, more than half of the siege was completely killed by this bandit.

There was no sound Song Qingshu changed his formation, but there was an extremely emotional and disdainful voice behind him.

"He Ma Ke really dared to show his flag. If his old man knows, he doesn't know how to make a sound?"

"Oh, General Jiang, do you know this flag?" Song Qingshu couldn't help turning his head in surprise.

…………

In the end, the gangster finally killed Song Qingshu's army. Unfortunately, they still did not run away. At the last moment, Zhou Yuji led Song Qingshu's soldiers to block the gap. In addition to bayonets and flintlock guns, the soldiers were also equipped with Revolver!In order not to let the technology leak, and it is not easy to build, the revolver is only equipped for the most reliable soldiers, but each of them has two. Those thugs who finally survived from the sea of ​​swords and blood immediately ushered in a storm of steel .

As soon as the horse-shaped flag fell, the bandit troops who were still stubbornly resisting finally collapsed like a deflated ball.

The burly bandit leader was still alive, he was shot several times, covered in blood and was framed by two soldiers, but still held his head rebelliously, Zhou Yuji angrily kicked him on the leg to make him kneel down, But this man stood up stiffly again, stared at Song Qingshu contemptuously and spit bloody saliva.

"Do you know who Lao Tzu is?"

"The last general really doesn't know, should I call you, Lord Ma Koma, the general guard of Ningwu Pass, or Brother Long Long, the bandit thief? General Jiang, what do you think?"

With a relaxed smile on his face and arms crossed, Song Qingshu was not angry at all, and turned his head to ask aside with a smile. Hearing the surname, an indescribable panic finally appeared in Ma Ke's eyes. And hate!
(End of this chapter)