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Chapter 91 Tinnitus

 Jingjiagou drying ground.

Cao Yao opened the cloth covering the donkey cart and was so happy.

There is only one cannon on the two donkey carts. It is a French cannon forged from three to four hundred kilograms of copper and iron. It is equipped with a six-round musket and a basin of water, all loaded with ammunition.

The officers and soldiers in the big house did not dare to show their heads, but they did not give up resistance. They used feather arrows to throw arrows outwards in an irregular manner.

Outside, Liu Chengzong's thieves and soldiers got the order, and the post soldiers and soldiers surrounded the house. Two sentries on the left and right were in the village to surround and suppress the officers and soldiers in various houses and cave dwellings.

Leave enough time for the artillery soldiers to install the artillery.

Four tiger squatting cannons and a Franco machine were set up on the drying ground. Liu Chengzong raised his bow and shouted for surrender outside the compound.

"Surrender, leave your weapons and armor, and I'll let you go!"

The two hundred bosses were cursing and unmoved: "It's a beautiful idea. If you have the ability, come in. Grandpa will never surrender!"

Then bang, bang, two muffled sounds.

Two cylindrical tubes flew up from the courtyard, carrying the smoke and hissing sound of burning medicine wires, and landed outside the courtyard in a parabola.

One of them fell at Liu Chengzong's feet.

Before he could react, his body was suddenly knocked away by Cao Yao, and he was caught off guard and fell far away.

Looking back, I saw Cao Yaofei running and bending down to pick up the small cylindrical pipe that fell on the ground, throwing it back into the courtyard while throwing it to the ground.

Boom!

Almost at the same time that Cao Yao threw the column out of his hand, the column that landed not far away next to the Franco machine gun truck exploded.

The iron bullets flew in the huge smoke, spraying blood mist on the donkeys pulling the carts, and the two soldiers on the nearby artillery post were also blown away.

When the smoke cleared, some had multiple holes in their bodies, some had their faces bruised with blood from iron bullets, and some had their arms and legs injured and fell to the ground screaming.

There were also a few people wearing armor who got up from the ground, covering their ears and looking ashamed, not knowing what happened.

Suddenly people screamed, the donkey was in pain and dragged the artillery cart a few steps away, fell to the ground, brought the artillery cart over, and the musket and gunpowder barrel fell to the ground.

The drying area is a mess.

Another column was picked up by Cao Yao and thrown into the courtyard. It hit the tile on the courtyard wall and bounced to the ground again, but made no sound.

Cao Yao lowered his head and searched for it on the ground. He picked up a wooden pipe and cursed: "I knocked the pipe and it scared grandpa to death."

All this happened almost in a moment. Just as they were being blasted by cannons and causing chaos, the courtyard door opened and the officers and soldiers came out.

They put on their armor.

Under the protection of the sword and shield men, the archers rushed out in a small formation and fired a few arrows in the surroundings.

Then came the well-loaded musketeers, fire blunderbuss, three-eyed blunderbuss and bird blunderbuss soldiers, and lead pellets bursting into the air.

Youpu's soldiers raised their swords and started fighting. Before they could rush in front of the shield bearer, they were aimed at the three-eyed gun protruding from behind the shield. There was a burst of gunpowder smoke and they were hit with small lead pellets.

Immediately, the figure holding the knife was fixed, and the knife in his palm fell to the ground. He lowered his head and looked at the three or four bleeding holes in his chest and robe. Then he slowly took two steps forward, and was pushed to the side by the shield hand and fell down.

Afterwards, the three-eyed gunman showed no expression as he spun the magic gun, looking for the next target.

For many artillery sentry soldiers, this is not the first time they have been attacked by gunpowder weapons.

The last time may have been in the Alfalfa Valley of Huanglong Mountain, facing Li Bei's artillery bombardment.

Horrifying memories came to mind. We were playing cards and drinking together, and our friends who fought against taxes and robbed grain died in the smoke, and were shattered and bloody in the roar of artillery.

This memory drove them to lose their minds, move their limp limbs, and frantically try to escape from the sunbathing area.

The postmen and soldiers were also very panicked. The men and horses were frightened by the explosion and bumped around uncontrollably.

Wei Qian'er's first thought was not to escape. He had no memory of escaping. It was just fear that made him unable to hear the sound, and he could only open his eyes and search frantically.

Search for a figure.

Many postmen and soldiers are like him. In the panic, people just want to find a backbone.

Brave enough, enough to protect the backbone of their survival under artillery fire.

He found it, and many postmen and soldiers found it.

After being pushed to the forefront of the front line of the drying field, behind the four Little Tiger Crouching Cannons lined up in a row, Liu Chengzong and Cao Yao stood together, repeating the action of drawing a bow and setting an arrow.

Cao Yao hurriedly pressed a squatting tiger cannon, but the nails of this cannon were not nailed firmly.

He shouted loudly: "Stop shooting, how many can you shoot to death? Look for fire!"

Liu Chengzong scattered his bow and arrow and groped wildly on the body of the dead cannon sentry soldier until he pulled out a bloody fire break.

Can't blow.

At this moment, an artilleryman came over and handed over the burning fire folder.

This is very strange, and people are frightened.

You are an artilleryman and I am an artilleryman. Just take the fire note and light the cannon!

Liu Chengzong glared at the artilleryman angrily, grabbed the igniter and used the Tiger Crouching Cannon.

Boom!

Smoke rises from the ground.

Big cannons and small cannons penetrated the smoke with fire and sprayed toward the courtyard wall thirty or fifty steps away.

The large cannonball passed through the small formation of the army, broke people's arms, flew into the sky, and then became heavily embedded in the earthen wall.

The little pieces of lead shot out like countless three-eyed cannons, passing through the formation of the armored officers and soldiers.

The smoke gradually dissipates.

The effect was not as good as expected. Many officers and soldiers' robes were beaten with cotton everywhere, but the lead could not penetrate the compacted cotton and then penetrate the iron armor.

Only a few unlucky ones were hit in the face with lead or injured their hands and feet. They jumped up in pain or fell to the ground.

Liu Chengzong was shocked to the point of tinnitus.

Cao Yao was even worse. He shook his arms and took the fire fold away from him, mumbling a few words.

Liu Chengzong couldn't hear clearly either.

He could only see that after the cannon sentry thieves fled in groups, the cavalry and soldiers were gradually converging on him.

The infantrymen on the left and right who were besieging the government troops in the village also moved towards the drying field under the leadership of Gao Xian and Feng Ru.

They have not yet been completely defeated, and there is still a chance to complete the encirclement.

He patted his ears that were constantly chirping, and was frightened when he saw Hong Qi, waving his red mane and running towards him, with a bit of anger in his big eyes.

Wei Qian'er came running with a group of postmen. As soon as he dismounted, he saw Liu Chengzong turn over and mount the red flag. He quickly got on the horse again and shouted: "Chief! What should I do?"

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Then he saw Liu Chengzong riding towards him on horseback. He was about to ask something, but Liu Chengzong's eyes were not on his face, but on his butt.

When the two horses crossed each other, Liu Chengzong reached out and took away his arrow pot.

Liu Chengzong was having tinnitus and couldn't hear anything. He just saw Wei Qian'er panicking like a fool.

I thought he wouldn't need any more arrows, so I came over and took them away.

Just when Wei Qian'er was looking around in confusion, he saw Liu Chengzong taking another five-foot spear from someone else.

He weighed it in his hands, gestured to Bai Zong, who rushed out to direct the battle, and smiled while standing on his horse.

Then he turned his horse's head to face the officers and soldiers rushing out of the compound, and patted the red flag.

The war horse was galloping. Liu Chengzong on the horse had his hands around the red flag's neck, his right foot was loosened from the stirrup and he stepped over the horse's back, hiding his whole body on the left side of the mount.

A wisp of red galloped across the sunbathing field, lead bullets, and arrows from bows and crossbows screamed by the side.

The formation of officers and soldiers did not notice the unmanned war horse until they were seven or eight steps away. The formation of infantrymen got out of the way for fear of being trampled by the war horse.

At this moment, a figure suddenly stood up from the left side of the horse. The horse also turned its head in an arc and turned in an arc. The man on the horse held the short spear behind his back and threw it towards the formation with a loud shout!

"Go!"

President Bai, who was wearing an iron helmet and tassel, was giving orders when his eyes suddenly widened in horror. In his field of vision, a tasseled spear came closer and closer to him until it was nailed to his chest.

The spearhead penetrated the armor easily and pushed him against the infantry behind him, causing him to lose all his strength quickly.

He could no longer give orders, and could only watch helplessly. In the darkened field of vision, the cavalryman with a red mane on his mount was moving away, throwing a few feather arrows into his formation.

The hoofs of the horses trembled in the drying ground, and the panicked cavalry of the thieves regained their composure, assembled, and launched another charge towards them.

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