Chapter 857 Death and Injury

Li Dingguo was very disdainful of this short Qimen weapon, thinking that this object was designed in a willow leaf shape for convenience of mowing grass. Looking at the corpses in the camp, he rubbed the bloody big knife on the sole of the shoe, and then slashed another knife.

The seriously injured and groaned natives nailed to the ground. On and off, cavalrymen rushed to chase after them, knocking down the natives who had climbed over the fence and killed them. The sound of dense muskets sounded from behind, and reinforcements had arrived.

At dawn, in the camp.

The three thousand soldiers in the front camp were killed and injured. Most of them were cut off their necks and heads by willow leaves in their dreams. The camp was full of headless corpses, and some of them were even taken away by natives. A large number of local people were taken away.

The man was killed by the Ming cavalry for a while, and he left four or five hundred corpses and fled. Li Dingguo looked at the headless corpses in the camp, and finally realized that the kind of Qimen scimitar could not only cut grass, but also cut heads, and picked up a

Qimen scimitar gestured to his neck, and it was very easy to cut.

What about a group of Tumans who enjoy cutting their heads? Li Dingguo shook his armor and tidied up his army to start a war.

Three thousand soldiers in the front camp attacked the bombing camp at night and disappeared. As many as eight hundred were stabbed to death. Eight hundred corpses were placed by the river, causing the soldiers of the Zhongzhen Camp to tremble. The headless corpses made these honest friends.

The farmers in Sichuan who had been confused all their lives finally realized the cruelty of foreign races outside the region. This place is only a thousand miles away from Chengdu. The timid and cautious Sichuan farmers, one by one, didn't know that there was such a group of people living on this side of the mountain.

Fierce neighbor.

At this time, Li Dingguo remembered a Shaanxi proverb, facing the loess and facing the sky, how sad it is.

Li Dingguo ordered the cutting of wood and killed more than 800 coffins, and stopped in the camp. The light cavalry contacted the team to transport the corpses. This was the first defeat that Zhongzhen Camp had eaten after entering southern Tibet. He would eat more in the future.

After the defeat, he entered the vast southern Tibet area of ​​Zhongzhen Camp, which soon suffered heavy casualties. He often supplemented the situation. If he was disabled, he would reorganize, streamline and defend on the spot. After being supplemented by the new recruits, he would attack again.

A large number of children from Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou have been added to Zhongzhen Camp. It can be said that the southern Tibet region is the training ground for children in the southwest of the Ming Dynasty. It is a tomb and a place for pioneering and enterprising. The strength of the three provinces in the southwest of the Ming Dynasty, plus the Burmese vassal army, a small number of Western Oceans

Mercenaries launched the war to conquer the southwest. The war lasted for twenty years, starting with the bandit Li Zicheng's troops entering southern Tibet, and finally ending with the Ming army attacking the Indian Ocean and destroying the powerful Indian Mughal dynasty.

At noon, mountainous areas.

After suffering a great loss, Zhongzhen Camp, which had lost 800 soldiers, set up a formation. It took a morning to log and build a bridge. Cross the river that blocked the road. Teams of new recruits unfolded on the spot under the command of the non-commissioned officers and rushed to the hillside.

The villages where natives lived were accompanied by the sound of guns, fires and thick smoke soared into the sky. Under the command of the non-commissioned officers, teams of cowardly Sichuan farmers whipped, closed their eyes and fired guns, lined up in a row to surround them.

, shoot all living creatures in sight.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Dingguo held up a thousand-mile mirror, looked at the clumsy performance of his soldiers under his command, and turned the strict horizontal line into crooked reptiles. Many people fired guns with their eyes closed, and were slapped by the angry non-commissioned officers with scabbards.

Although the guns were not very neatly fired, the soldiers under their command performed very poorly, even cowardly, and were still sifted away, but they still beat all the natives who rushed out of a large village into sieves.

The front line was densely packed with a bit of chaos.

In a mountain village made of stones, behind a stone wall, natives kept waving machetes, machetes, wooden sticks, and various weapons rushed out frantically, and were soon hit by a row of guns.

Turning around, he was shot into a sieve and sprayed blood, still howling like a beast, climbing forward, and another round of dense gun shots, twitching the body constantly, like injured beasts

Slowly cut off your energy.

Half an hour later, the resistance in the village became weak and blood was shed.

"Enter!"

The swords were unsheathed, and the non-commissioned officers stood up straight, commanding a team of soldiers to approach the village and attack.

A group of native people rushed out behind the stone wall, revealing their strong arms, their thick upper body was tanned, and their faces were covered with ashes on the bottom of the pot. They were hideous and terrifying. The iron feet were stepped on the ground full of stones, and they were slammed.

A few scimitars were swirling and shooting at each other. Several Ming soldiers were caught in the door without even being dodged and fell without saying a word. Zhang Yong walked in the front row, and a scimitar wiped his head and swept his head.

He went over and shot a comrade in the back row.

Zhang Yong was panicked and closed his eyes and covered himself with a gun. He was beaten by twenty or thirty steps. A native man's iron foot stomped on the ground, making a clang of howl like a wolf, and rushed over.

Zhang Yong was so scared that he retreated repeatedly, his legs trembled and almost knelt down. He was twenty-five years old this year, and he was just an honest farmer. After growing up so big, he only knew that he would not be hungry after eating. He was caught by bandits to transport grain.

He was obedient, and the officers and soldiers asked him to join the camp to practice, and he was obedient. The training in the recruits was peeled off from the camp. When he saw Shangguan, he nodded and bowed to please him.

Bang!

With a sound of a gun, the first team officer walking on the left hand pulled out his hand gun and pulled the fierce native man down.

"Go on the gun and sword!"

The team official roared, and Zhang Yong instinctively pulled out the gun sword from his waist and stuffed it into the gun barrel. He saw the team official who had always been strict with him and often used a big stick to draw him to swing his sword, and he was fierce.

He rushed into the local crowd and fought against the crowd. Only then did Zhang Yong realize that his team of comrades had eleven people, three died and two escaped. The rest were busy getting on the guns.

The sword, but everyone trembled and didn't dare to come forward to help the battle.

"roar!"

The team officer used one enemy to fight against the crowd, and his sword skills were excellent, but he was stabbed by a native man himself and screamed in pain: "Zhang Yong, dog, kill the enemy!"

Zhang Yong shivered. Although there is the word "Yong" in his name, it has nothing to do with it.

"Dog thing, those who retreat in the face of battle will be killed!"

Seeing that the team officer was surrounded by blood, he still waved his knife and knocked down a native man howled. Zhang Yong heard the word "slay" and trembled and was scared. The team officer said that he would kill him.

It is to be killed. The Zhongzhen Camp Army is very strict and cannot be faked. Zhang Yong held the bird gun with a good gun and yelled and rushed over. An honest man took a big step and straightened his body.

Pingduan's gun sword rushed forward, rushed to the front, and saw a shirtless native, shouted and stabbed hard.

Three months in the recruit camp were in vain. Zhang Yong was already stout, and this straight stab was so powerful that he was so powerful.
Chapter completed!