Seeing the first horse crossing the gate of the village and rushing inside from a distance, Gunbilik smiled: This village is finally broken.

Then, the cavalrymen under his command who were still on the hillside and close to the village gate suddenly raised their horses' heads and raised their hooves to stop, causing a moment of panic behind them.

"What's going on!" He roared suddenly.

In front of the village gate, maybe the few cavalrymen in the front were timid, or maybe the scene in the village in front of them was too terrifying.

In the flat space inside the village gate, the shield bearers who had withdrawn earlier formed a circle, and behind them stood another three circles of soldiers holding Akito firearms.

They have seen this kind of firearm called a three-eyed gun, but it shouldn't be so powerful, right? Isn't this kind of gun called a three-eyed gun, but it can only shoot projectiles within one eye at a time?

But now, more than one place on those horses is bleeding?

Now those who have moved to the front row are just holding the muzzle of a gun with three holes, and the smoke has not completely dissipated.

The twenty or so people who were the first to rush into the village were now on their backs and wailing. The gunshots no longer sounded, only the bows and arrows of the cavalry who were shooting at the gate of the village and outside the village were still roaring.

After rushing up this slope, the horse's speed is no longer fast. Once entering the village gate, it is even more important to move as quickly as possible to kill the enemy.

Just like that, I heard another burst of gunfire, but it was not coming from the three-eyed cannons in a circle inside the village gate, but from the bird gunners who were pointing at the outside of the village by the wall.

The Zhengerbajing bird gun was introduced to the Ming Dynasty during the Jiajing period.

Now, it's a little ahead of schedule and a little more mature.

Yu Dayou kept the fire gun camp until today and finally began to make achievements.

He shouted excitedly: "Get in the back row!"

Along the wall of the village, the second row of bird gun hands held the bird gun and extended the long barrel outside the wall. Compared with the previous fire gun, the bird gun had a rear sight and a star.

This round of gunfire caused dozens of captives and horsemen to flip over on their backs outside the stronghold.

The gate of the village was still open, as if inviting them to enter and die. But it was equally unsafe to stay outside the village.

In the distance behind them, a loud horn sound suddenly sounded, and they even heard a hint of anger in it, as if Gunbilik was roaring furiously.

You can only rush!

"Quick! Change the gun quickly!"

The one who let go of the first round of three-eyed blunderbuss urged the people behind.

This new three-eyed blunderbuss is similar to the Crouching Tiger Cannon, and has some of the same design ideas as the kidnapper blunderbuss that appeared later in the Ming Dynasty.

The wooden crank handle and the three-eye iron pipe in front each have a slot, and the three gunpowders can be filled with gunpowder projectiles and then inserted into them. After twisting the match rope and lighting it, the gunpowder in the three eyes does not really explode at the same time, but it is almost the same.

There are three projectiles at once, and they are more powerful because they are made larger. Although the range is very short, they are quite powerful.

Seeing that the Tatars rushed in again, they knew that today it was their turn to shoulder the most difficult task under the fragile protection of the sword player in front.

The bow, arrow, bird and gun first try to consume the people who rush in from outside, but as long as they rush in, they must all be killed!

Yu Dayou shouted: "When the captives enter the stronghold, every one who comes will be killed. They can't escape! Kill them!"

During the Ming Dynasty's military exploits, the head was very important.

As soon as Yu Dayou said this, Yang Bo couldn't help but look at him: The first thing is not to be overwhelmed! Otherwise, no matter how many heads he has, can he take them back?

There was a dull roar, another cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up in the village, and more prisoners were howling in the circle.

The power of the primitive shotgun cannot be underestimated at such a close distance.

The rhythm of ammunition reloading cannot be disrupted for a moment. Yang Bo feels that it is more important for him at this moment: "Repair the wounded quickly!"

The shooters on the outpost are now dedicated to replenishing "knives".

Even though there were three rows, they were all rotated out quickly, but there was still an endless stream of soldiers and cavalry.

"Retreat! Go to the earth platform!"

Bao Zhengchuan held up the square shield and took a few steps back, while the three-eyed gunslingers stood nervously on a circle of earth platforms - now, the shields could not better protect them from the Tatar arrows rushing into the village gate.

The arrow hit.

But there is no way, the horses and cavalry in the field will block the bullets and their sight.

Fortunately, as the Tiger Crouching Cannon that was moved to the earth platform in the village began to bombard outwards again, the number and frequency of enemy cavalry that could rush into the village gate were decreasing.

Yu Dayou bared his teeth and said, "We've all gathered here, so there's no need to worry about the brothers from Yuanyang Camp. Let's replace them with explosives! There are only so many, so shoot them accurately! We'll beat them so that they don't dare to come up easily again!"

Yu Dayou, who had withstood the previous three days with the Yuanyang Formation, finally fully unleashed his hidden firepower. Guo Xun and Tang Shunzhi gave him the best equipment supplies, and Yu Dayou and Zhao Benxue were able to use them flexibly. How dare they just rely on them first?

Courage used cold weapons to survive for three days.

This is not enough.

"Brothers from Yuanyang Camp who can still fight, follow me out of the camp in formation!"

You can't just let the captives ride into the stronghold like this all the time. Sixty or seventy people and horses are already piled inside the stronghold gate. The effectiveness of the three-eyed gun will be greatly reduced by the piled up horses and Tatar corpses.

It's time for Lu Qi to remember the power of the Yuanyang Formation, stop hesitating, and decide to quit.

"Hold on and clear the place!"

The Yuanyang Formation stood out again, this time there were only two small formations, blocking the entrance to the village.

Now it is no longer loose, enough to secure the stronghold gate in a short period of time.

"Work harder and hold on!"

About a quarter of an hour later, a voice came from behind: "General, it's all cleaned up, do you want to put more in?"

Yu Dayou looked at the soldiers who were still rushing up at the foot of the mountain, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Brothers, are you okay?"

"I can stand it!" Bao Zhengchuan shouted from the other side.

"Then make an opening on both sides of the village gate and see if they dare to go in!"

The two mandarin duck formations each moved a few steps away, and the village gate revealed a gap that could accommodate five or six riders to rush in.

But Lu Qi, who rushed to the front, began to hesitate.

The corpses of the tribesmen and horses were gone, leaving only a patch of soil stained with blood, almost stained like calico.

Now, not only do we have to rush into this iron hedgehog-like formation, but we also have to rush in to face that inexplicable firearm, and then we turn into a corpse and be dragged away.

At this time, Yu Dayou shouted in the formation: "Quanzhou Yu Dayou is here! You go in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the group of soldiers who hesitated for a moment and fired a round of explosive shells.

This time, the flowers bloomed brightly, just a dozen steps away in front of the two groups of mandarin ducks.

In the distance, the sound of the horn finally came, causing them to temporarily retreat.

The captives who rushed up the mountain were relieved and braved the last shells and arrows to ride down the mountain. They even used the first-level earth platform to show off their superb equestrian skills and strong horses.

"No need to pursue!" Yu Dayou also breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Next, we have to prevent them from paying attention to us and rush directly to Jingping. Come on, cut off the head and hang it on the wall of the village!

Those who can speak Tatar language shout loudly: It’s just a little bit close, we’re about to die!”

On the fourth day, he was still the winner, and the village burst into laughter. Although what the general said was actually true, the message he wanted to convey was very scary.

But for some reason, looking at the high-spirited young general standing outside the village gate with a knife, they still felt that they could hold on and survive.

After a while, more soldiers in the village who had temporarily learned this sentence joined the taunting team.

"It's just a little bit close! We're about to die!"

The bad words reached Gombrick from afar, and he became furious.

After a while, there was another content, which was a friendly international communication language, cordial greetings to their relatives, and care for their bodies and minds.

Yang Bo looked at Yu Dayou, who was waving his arms stained with blood after returning to the camp, and said with sincerity: "General, in this formation, you have courage that is unworthy of all men!"

"This was initiated by Tang Yingde."

"Tang Futai was a great talent, and my younger brother is really fascinated by it. However, since the general has improved this formation, he has become more brave and brave, and the commander of the army can use it to achieve great achievements. This is even more difficult."

"We're still far from it." Yu Dayou sighed, "We don't have much ammunition and arrows."

"Today we will be able to overwhelm the Tatars and make them dare not go up the mountain easily again."

"I'm just afraid that they will leave hundreds of people behind and go around, but they won't be able to catch up." Yu Dayou looked in the direction of Jingping with cold eyes, "I'm afraid we can't hold Jingping."

"So the general responded with words?"

Yu Dayou nodded: "Don't skimp on food, eat enough! Tonight, we will work for another hour or two to stabilize the village wall. As long as you can keep it, it will be a day!"

"Brother, let's go see Langwo Mountain again!"

"No need!" Yu Dayou shook his head, "The Tatars have been here for four days, and I'm afraid the Tatars will soon discover that road. Just bring twenty brothers to protect this batch of food that is about to arrive.

.”

Gunbilik, who was about a mile away from Naihe Fort, was in an extremely bad mood, looking at the stockade and the faintly waving flag there.

Now, he must make a difficult decision.

Should we leave only a few people to keep an eye on the more than a thousand tired soldiers remaining here, or should we go all out to pull out this nail?

How much does it cost and how much time does it take?

The advantage of the Mongolian cavalry is not to attack such mountain "cities", nor to attack fortresses - unless those fortresses themselves are very fragile and the defenders are too cowardly and will collapse under great pressure.

But the Yu Dayou in front of him was not that kind of person. His village was very crude, but he took advantage of it and was brave and resourceful.

The question also includes: How many people should be left behind to keep an eye on him without being defeated by him?

"...the wounded soldiers retreated to Naihe Fort to rest, and come here to check what's going on here!" Gunbilik responded to the taunts that still came from time to time with his eyebrows twitching, "I've already been delayed here.

It’s been four days and I’m going to Jingping!”

He understood that the general on the west route had a stronger city and more soldiers, but he was better at fighting.

Gunbilik came here with more than 8,000 people, and left with 6,000 people.

More than 700 people died in the battle and nearly 2,000 were wounded.

Looking towards the mountain, Gunbilik's eyes were filled with hatred.
To be continued...