Huo Miaozi stuck out his tongue and ran up to the roof. The robbers who moved the food and stolen goods out of the siege were delighted. They had no idea that there was a pair of eyes on the hillside not far from them that witnessed the entire robbery.
The wealthy families in the siege fought very bravely to protect their property, especially the man wearing a hairpin, who shot and wounded seven people, and knocked down three of them in the fight after breaking the siege.
In the Han Dynasty, this man was born as a member of the Liang family in Liujun.
If this were a battlefield where two teams met, such a desperate fight would be enough to shake the opponent's morale and even change the situation of the battle.
But the servants and even the tenants of the tribe around him were not warriors, but they offered a token resistance and had no intention of killing.
When resistance is not about resisting the enemy but a means of escaping - the more you want to escape, the more you will die under the sword.
In the end, Liang Jiazi, who was outstanding in martial arts, was outnumbered. A deserter who was wearing a mandarin duck jacket was slashed from the front from his right ear to his left shoulder with a broad-bladed guillotine. Before anyone else could take away his clothes, boots, bow, arrows, and knives,
He gave up his breath.
On the mountain, Liu Chengzong became more and more anxious as he watched.
He was so anxious that he bit his nails: "Damn, everyone wants to run away, at least hold them back so I can avenge you!"
The lack of a chance to save others gave him the best excuse not to be blamed by his conscience.
He must admit that even if we put aside the objective conditions that the large army has not yet arrived and cannot save people, at this moment he is still a selfish and bad person.
He just wanted to kill thieves, especially a group of thieves returning home with a full load.
Corpses all over the place wanted to escape from this hell on earth before they died, but the living regarded it all as paradise, even if the black smoke rising into the sky lasted for half an hour.
The thieves were so emboldened that they pulled a big pot from the village and entered the siege. Within a short time, several wisps of smoke rose from the siege.
He stared intently at the wooden cannon, trying to figure out how to seize it with minimal loss.
But soon he won't have to worry about it anymore.
While he was anxiously waiting for reinforcements, a new situation emerged in the village.
Several thieves, wrapped in sheets they had robbed, approached the wooden cannon that had been used once at the door and filled the cannon with gunpowder again.
Some people noticed their strange behavior, cursed, and ran to the wall to inform their accomplices. Before they could get past the damaged wooden door, they were stabbed in the back with a knife.
The thieves in the village broke out again.
The shouting of killing lasted for a while, and two deserters and seven or eight others rushed out with the deserters who had been hit by arrows earlier, and were surrounded again in front of Tuwei Gate.
Suddenly there was a gunshot in front of the door, and pebbles and sawdust exploded in the sky.
Smoke and dust were everywhere in front of the Tuwei gate, and people were wailing constantly.
When the dust settled, all the deserters and thieves were injured and lying on the ground in front of the door. Liu Chengzong looked around, but the wooden cannon was nowhere to be seen.
It exploded.
It was blown to pieces. After searching for a long time, I found that the tail of the wooden cannon seemed to have penetrated the chest of the thief who fired the gun. Three others were killed on the spot, and the deserter wearing cowhide boots was among them.
The loud sound of cannons attracted the thieves who were looting the village. While others were still in a daze, some people rushed over and took off the cowhide boots. Only one of them was taken off, and the other boot was immediately snatched away by others.
In a very short period of time, several fights broke out outside the gate over the belongings of the dead man. Rather than why the wooden cannon exploded or why the deserter was killed, the loosely organized thieves were more concerned about the ownership of cowhide boots, a waist knife and two pieces of broken chain mail.
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The same goes for Liu Chengzong. He only cares about the food and goods placed in the village.
This was probably the first time in his mind that he had greedy thoughts about something that did not belong to him and had an owner.
The sound of people coming from behind gradually approached. On the mountain path, the cavalry led by his brother Liu Chengzu led the horses behind, while Cao Yao led the infantry in front.
As they approached, Cao Yao waved his hand: "Pass, take a break and wait for the cavalry behind."
The infantry brothers who had been in embarrassment after running for several miles under armor seemed to have received an amnesty, and they all sat or stood on the ground to rest, leaning on their weapons.
After all, Cao Yao was in charge of the team, and he looked much better. He pushed himself up the hill, then squatted on the ground with his sword in hand, raised his hand to support his helmet, cursed, and complained softly in the Mandarin of his hometown: "Damn it, mother!"
But I haven’t run like this in half a year!”
"Brother Cao, where is your horse?"
"Can it carry me? What do you think it is? It's worse than your red flag!"
Liu Chengzong looked at him, then at the thin horse on the mountain path, and thought that it really couldn't carry Cao Yao.
The horse looks good, but has lost weight due to hunger, and its frame is as strong as a red flag.
The main difference lies in the owners. The owners of the two horses are both of medium and strong build, but the weight of their armor is different.
Both are cloth-covered iron armor, but cloth-covered iron armor and cloth-covered iron armor are also different.
Liu Chengzong's cloth armor is like a red sleeveless military coat. The armor pieces used in it are not thick and the number is not enough. There are only 170 armor leaves from the neck to the knees. The total weight with the helmet is only sixteen and a half kilograms.
, can be worn as casual clothes.
Just this, including people and other weapons and equipment, Hongqi has to carry more than 200 kilograms when riding a horse.
The old thief Cao was rich and well-connected. Liu Chengzong's sleeveless military coat looked the same, but in fact he had more than 400 armor leaves, a pair of iron armbands from the shoulders to the back of the hands, and thick cowhide boots.
There are also small pieces of armor stuffed inside, which basically represent the armed forces of the frontier troops in the heyday of the Ming Army.
All the war horses had not had a full meal for a long time. Liu Chengzong came riding the red flag and let the horses rest for such a long time. They were different. They came to fight and did not dare to ride on the road.
After taking a few breaths, Cao Yao walked a few steps forward and squatted down, looking at the chaotic scene in the village beside the mountain ravine and saying, "Is it them? Where are the wooden cannons? I heard the sound of cannons just now."
"It exploded. There was internal strife just now. More than a dozen people were killed. There are still a few injured who probably won't survive long."
Team Cao nodded, his eyes wandering around the village that was about to become a battlefield, looking for useful information: "There is a lot of food, but the opponent is very weak. You have to listen to your brother in this battle, and try to defeat him without losing money... Eagle?"
When he saw the flag, he put his hands on the ground, stared, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, this bastard Bai Yingzi is not dead yet?"
Liu Chengzong was learning from the traitor's experience that his brother must set up a camp first no matter where he was. When he heard Cao Yao's movements, he wondered: "Do you know him?"
"Not only do we know each other, but we are very familiar with him. This king used to be in charge of Suide, with a hundred or two hundred people under his command. I don't know why he ended up here."
"The sword is very handsome." Cao Yao looked fierce and gritted his teeth as he said, "When you have to face this coward and lame man later, don't let him get close and shoot him to death with an arrow!"
It sounds like there is a grudge.
"I thought he went south with Zuo Guazi. He didn't dare to do big things after making trouble for a long time, and he was still here robbing houses."
Speaking of this, the old thief Cao actually showed a rare grievance on his face: "When I was crossing the Yellow River, that bastard snatched me away and threatened me with a knife. If my soldiers hadn't dispersed across the river, he would have been killed long ago.
Ball."
Cao Yao ignored Liu Chengzong who was suppressing his smile. He counted the number of thieves and suddenly raised his arms and pointed: "It's him, the lame man with the hairpin, even if he turned into ashes."
Liu Chengzong looked along his hand and saw a thief wearing a blood-stained and torn satin jacket in front of the breakout gate, lifting his leg over the corpse, with the flower of the shooter who had besieged the fort previously tied on his head, limping.
He walked out, patting his waist knife and the stolen soft bow in front of his men, circling with great satisfaction.
I heard Captain Cao say: "I asked about it later."
"If it hadn't been for the drought in the Year of Tianqi, he would have been an honest farmer. Your postman brother named Li Hongji is now following his old path."
Cao Yao spat on the ground, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "But his luck may not be as bad as his!"