Chapter 119: A great victory and a belated rescue

In ancient wars, the real huge casualties occurred when one side collapsed and the other side pursued. Whether the battle between a small stone village in Wulouzhuang and hundreds of Tartar horse bandits who were traversing from the grasslands in the north is still to be discussed.

However, after Yang Da and more than a dozen hunters from the Fifth Floor Village climbed onto the roofs of both sides and shot Daruel, the leader of the bandits, to death, these Tartar horse bandits were already disbanded. Some people would vomit when they went to the battlefield for the first time, and some people would be afraid and often, but many people would kill them easily.

The young men held spears and swords in their hands to catch up with the horse bandits crowded in front of the door. The scimitar on the Mongolian grassland could not hurt the Tiedin wearing armor. The weapons in Tiedin could easily cut down the leather armor and cloth robes on their bodies. Perhaps they were agile, but under the reflection of the big fire in the brazier, they would immediately be shot through by the hunters on the roof as soon as they emerged.

The dozens of people brought down from the stone house did not have the chance to go to the battlefield. Jiang Feng stood behind, slowly breathing, soothing his spirit. He originally thought that the other party's leader would be single against him, but he didn't expect that if he stood here, the other party was already defeated.

Jiang Feng laughed a few times, suddenly heard something, his face changed suddenly and shouted at the person who was holding the weapon next to him and was eager to try:

"Recharge the musket in your hand with gunpowder, hurry up!!"

Zhang Liang was about to ask a few questions, but his face had changed color, and the same was true for the old officer. Yang Da got off the roof, climbed onto the low wall a few steps, and jumped back to Jiang Feng as he looked down, and whispered:

“There are a large number of people going up the mountain below.”

"Don't worry about those Tartars, get out of the way."

The tydings who were easy to kill carefully retreated. When the Tartars, who were already in a state of scattering, saw that they had no force, they quickly turned around and rushed towards the extremely crowded village gate. When they came, there were more than 300 cavalrymen, and now there are only more than 60 left.

Jiang Feng's face was gloomy. Killing these horse bandits was about to make Tiedin and hunters in the village do their best. Who are the newcomers? Could it be that his journey through time ended at this time?

Zhang Liang had already run to the door. As soon as the people ran away, Zhang Liang and the old officer were instructing them to block the door that had been broken. The wives from each family didn't care about hiding at this time, and they took out all kinds of useful things at home. Jiang Feng was behind and directed the Tiedians to reload the muskets in their hands.

No matter what, I have to have a chance to have a chance. The door was not big and it was blocked quickly with all kinds of messy things. The old officers here already believed in the function of the musket. The iron-armored soldiers of the Tartars were pierced by the musket just now, which was really visible to me.

There, the Tieds were arranged to go up to the roof of the stone house and put the muskets on it. The stone wall against the mountain road was not spacious. There were only twenty people standing side by side. Jiang Feng thought about it and divided into six teams, twenty people shooting, one team holding swords to defend, and the remaining four teams loading ammunition and shooting in turn.

He also changed his spear and went up to the city wall. Now the flames of the two big braziers in the village were burning. Tiedan led a few wives to fill in the firewood inside, and there was also a clear area outside the village and in the middle of the mountain road.

You can see a long queue of torches on the official road at the foot of the mountain, and it is winding up. It seems that there are definitely not a few people coming. Jiang Feng was also puzzled in his heart. In modern times, he didn't remember any Mongolian cavalry invasion in the early years of Jiajing.

Suddenly, the Tartars who fled down the mountain fled back desperately. The Tidings immediately lit the already short fuse without ordering this time. When they were about ten steps away from the village wall, the muskets were fired together. This time, the muskets had the "alternative" with thicker pipe diameters that could only fire iron sand.

However, within a distance of ten steps, the speed and strength of alternative and non-alternative are amazing. The iron sand hit from the fan directly marks the people under the city wall into sieve.

There was no way to advance or retreat. The remaining twenty or so people lay on the ground. The second team was already on the wall with muskets. This time the target was not the bandits below, but the teams that were about to come up. Suddenly, he heard a shout:

"Zhang Liang, you little bastard, are you still alive!!!"

Hearing this sound, Zhang Liang, who was holding a big knife on the side, suddenly exhaled his strength. He sat directly on the roof and yelled with the Tidings in the second team:

"Extinguish the fuse."

Then he shouted outside at the top of his throat:

"Dad~~, I'm still alive, and my skin is not broken!"

The Tidings standing on the wall watched the fire dragon appear in front of them. The fully armed cavalry team of the Beijing camp and the Jinyiwei knights, who had snatched the fire ropes in their hands and shouted in vain, venting their ecstasy of escaping from death. Someone was shouting there, "Save, save."

The bandits who were lying on the ground were trembling and didn't understand Chinese. If they understood that they would be angry, it was clear that we had been beating this night, and it was our bandits who called for help, that was right!

Jiang Feng stood on the stone wall with a shield in his hand and shouted to the bottom:

"But Lord Zhang from the Five Guards, our family is Jiang Feng, and the village is safe and sound!"

The cavalry of the Beijing Camp horse team dismounted one after another, tied up the horse bandits lying there no matter how alive they were, and threw them aside. The Tiedians standing below were nervously preparing for the war and heard the conversation outside and knew that it was finally okay. The young men who seemed to be fierce at night felt the fatigue after the fierce battle. They all sat on the ground with sore hands and feet, some laughed loudly, and some cried there.

Only five or six middle-aged hunters, including Yang Da, were quite calm and were holding long sticks to push away the things blocking the village gate, because there were corpses of horse bandits. The cavalry of the Beijing camp was used to bloody, and a group of people rushed in and began to clean up the entire village.

The Beijing Camp Horse Team had a 700-man horse team. The leader was a Qianhu, a Qianhu, a Qianhu family named Wu. Zhang Zhen, the father of Zhang Liang, was with them. The stone walls of Wulou Village were covered with corpses and frozen blood. Although it was winter and the smell was not obvious, it was extremely inconvenient outside.

It was the old officer who gave up the place where he lived and left a place for Jiang Feng, Wu Qianhu and Zhang Zhen. After sitting down, Yang Da’s wife boiled the tea from Jiang Feng’s cart and soaked the tea and sent it.

After sitting down and talking, I realized that it was Zhang Zhen and the younger brother of the Wucheng Bingmasi and the younger brother were drinking together, so I started talking about things outside the city. As a result, Zhang Zhen's younger brother, Zhang Liang's uncle, said that the Zhuangzi and the caravan near the official road outside the city had been attacked.

Xiaozhuangzi was slaughtered, and there was also a caravan that delivered food to him and was looted halfway. It was obviously not the first time that the people of the Five City Military and Ma Si responded to such a thing. They directly judged that it must be the small group of Tartars' horse bandits robbed. However, the small villages that were slaughtered outside were places where poor people lived, so they were too lazy to pay attention to it without reporting. Anyway, the horse bandits would not be so stupid to come to the capital.

However, Zhang Zhen felt a lot of thought in his heart. Zhang Liang did not come home in the evening. When he went to Huifenglou to buy braised food and drink, he asked idlely, saying that he had given supplies to the village outside the city. Zhang Zhen, a fifth-floor village, was also listening to Zhang Liang's words. At that time, he thought Jiang Feng was idle and fun, but he didn't care.

At noon, I heard that the horse bandits were having trouble with Tartars outside the city. Now that my son has left the city, I couldn't help but feel a little slack in my heart. I hurried to my younger brother to ask, but I got the news that the Tianjin sanitation office handed over the official documents, saying that a grain caravan in their place had looted halfway, and both the man and the carriage and horse died tragically.

The caravan delivered food to a small farm next to the official road. Zhang Zhen immediately knew that the bandits might have operated in an area near Wulou Village. Moreover, seven or eight large trucks were filled with supplies, and only a few people were just following others and saying, "Come and grab it."

The anxious Zhang Zhen wanted to lead people out of the city to check. At night, the nine cities in the capital were closed, and the door was out. In the early morning, a small school in the Imperial Horse Supervision came to the door and woke Zhang Zhen up and said that Governor Zhang Yong knew about this and asked them to go to guard now.

The two of them opened the city gate with their waist signs. They called out a thousand-house horse team in the regiment camp outside the city and checked along the official road. There were veterans in the horse team who were good at tracking. They checked the traces on the side from time to time along the way while asking on the road. The conclusion they came to was very simple.

However, there was a team of about 300 people chasing a convoy on the edge of the official road. The anxious Zhang Zhen and the Beijing Camp horse team hurriedly arrived at the foot of the fifth floor mountain, and then heard the shouts of killing on the mountain.

"I have also seen blood. I have beaten the Tartars in Xuanhua. I'm not afraid of you, brother. At that time, I heard the sound of yelling to kill at the foot of the mountain. My eyes turned black and I almost fell off the horse. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

Zhang Zhen, who was deeply licking his calf, was unable to speak. Wu Qianhu, the young family in Jingying beside him, knew the weight of Jiang Feng, a young family in front of him. He took a sip of tea there and asked in a deep voice:

"I wonder how many people can this Zhuangzi of Brother Jiang have?"

"Well, maybe one hundred and fifty people?"

"How is it possible? One hundred and fifty people have killed more than two hundred and seventy Tartar horse bandits!!"
Chapter completed!