After the ghosts roared and screamed, no one in the village paid them any attention. This made the Tatars very angry. The leader, a man with a scarred vest, pulled out his sword and ordered the more than one hundred people who had surrounded them to be massacred on the spot.
After bursts of screams.
More than a hundred people who didn't come and those who fled into the stronghold, including old, weak, women and children, all died on the spot, with blood staining the ground, and they died with their eyes open.
After killing all the people, the Tartars sent a Wu Zhenchao Han army to come forward and shout.
"Surrender or die!"
The Tatar with a strong foreign accent shouted arrogantly at the village leader and made insulting gestures to the village leader.
Huang Zongxi gritted his teeth and said, "Bring me my gun!"
Huang Zonghui hurriedly handed a loaded Lumi gun to his elder brother. This gun was an improved model developed by Zhao Shizhen, a master of firearms in the Ming Dynasty, based on research on Japanese bird guns. It is said that among fire guns, the Lumi gun is the longest and most poisonous.
An ordinary blunderbuss is four feet and a half long and weighs four and a half kilograms. The improved blunderbuss has a longer barrel, making it longer, more precise and more powerful.
Huang Zongxi's gun is an improved sniper gun with a long range and high power. It not only has a front sight and a rear sight, but also has an improved firing device. The faucet and gauge are installed in the gun bed, and the buckle faucet falls on the fire door. After the gunpowder is burned,
And it lifted up on its own.
There is also a steel knife at the end of the gun bed, which can be turned upside down and used as a sword for close combat.
Zong Hui handed the gun to his elder brother, then took out a Lumi gun and continued to load it, while Huang Zongxi lit a match rope and wrapped it around his wrist.
This person who dared to take out a hidden awl to assassinate his enemy in the public trial court of the Ministry of Punishment, and who was able to actively run around Nanjing to criticize the high officials of the current dynasty, was not an ordinary scholar.
Not only can he write poems and retro articles, but he can also ride and shoot.
Carrying an extended length of Rumi, Huang Zongxi gritted his teeth and aimed at the two Tatars who were still showing off their power in front of the stronghold. The Jurchen Tatars in Jianzhou are hateful, and these coated slaves who are the backbone of the tiger are even more hateful.
It is inappropriate for the Han people to be slaves wrapped in the military flag of Wu Zhen Chao and Han Han.
Take a deep breath.
Only the Tatar remained in Huang Zongxi's eyes, and it became clearer and clearer.
Feel the wind direction and speed, and judge the distance and distance.
He fine-tuned Rumi's gun.
Lock and pull the sheet machine.
There was a loud bang and a puff of smoke rose.
The two Tatars in Han army vests who were more than fifty steps in front of the stronghold fell in response to the gunfire. Although he was wearing cotton armor with copper nails and had good protection against firecrackers and lead bullets, this Tatar was too arrogant and seemed not to have thought of this.
Xiaozhai actually has such a powerful fire gun and such a powerful fire gun player.
A gunshot hit him right in the face. The leather helmet with the long helmet and spear only protected the head. Even the added gorget only provided some protection for the neck, but the face was completely unprotected.
The improved sniper-type Lumi gun has not only a longer barrel, but also heavier lead bullets.
Lead bullets are soft, but have strong stopping power. Although this type of bullet lacks penetration compared to later generations, its stopping power is still terrible.
The lead bullet hit his face, cracked and deformed, smashing half of his face.
This is the power of heavy muskets and the terrifying thing about lead bullets. Although it has a slow initial velocity and does not have strong penetrating power, the rupture and deformation of the lead bullet after hitting the target will cause terrible air damage to the human body.
Cavity, and even if you have armor defense, it will still cause serious blunt injuries.
This is also the reason why cotton armor has stronger protection against muskets than traditional iron armor. Cotton armor has better buffering power, which iron armor does not have.
His face, which had no protection at all, was hit by Huang Zongxi's Lumi gun at about fifty paces. Half of his face was smashed, and he fell off his horse and died.
The horse frightened the man and stood up, dragging the fallen body still hanging in the stirrup and running back.
Huang Zongxi handed the empty Rumi gun to his brother with an expressionless face, took another loaded one, and held another gun, but this one missed.
The target was too far away, and he was on guard. It only hit the ground behind him, but it frightened the man and ran away on horseback.
There was a burst of cheers in the village.
It's so morale-boosting.
there.
The leader of the Tatars, a white-armored soldier wearing mercury armor, was also frightened and quickly stepped back dozens of steps. He stopped when he was more than a hundred steps away from the village.
He squinted his eyes and looked at this small village. He never expected that he would encounter such a cold gun here as he traveled from north to south, from Liaodong to west Liaoning, from outside the pass to inside the pass, and from the north to the south of the Yangtze River.
"Magic Gunslinger!"
There is actually a magic gunman, which shows that this village is not completely defenseless.
However, this shot also made him very angry. He summoned several officers and yelled and cursed at them. The Tatars were so angry that they did not dare to speak out and followed the order.
Immediately afterwards, orders were given one after another.
The Tatars started running again, but this time, hundreds of real and fake Tatars galloped around the village on horseback.
These people were very skilled in riding horses. They galloped and rushed towards the village wall, and when they rushed towards the wall, they fired arrows at the wall.
The arrows were flying, and among the volunteer recruits of the Shizhong Camp who were defending the village, seven or eight inexperienced recruits were suddenly shot. Another one screamed and fell to the base of the village, like a sheep in a tiger's mouth.
"Raise your shield!"
Huang Zongxi shouted loudly and huddled under the wall.
A big arrow hit his shield hard, passing through the shield and hurting his shoulder.
The Tatars' cavalry shooting temporarily suppressed the recruits of the Shizhong Camp on the wall. Then they divided their groups, approached the stockade on both sides, dismounted directly, drew up their long bows, and fired at the city.
These walking bows are larger than the riding bows and can shoot farther. They are at least seven-power bows or above.
For a moment, arrows rained down.
Another two groups of Wuzhenchaoha and two Tatars dismounted and rushed to the bottom of the wall with hooks and ropes, preparing to force their way up the wall.
Meishan Village is just a small village, and it can play a big role when clans fight for land. However, facing these fierce Tatar elites, it seems so weak.
Huang Zongxi held his shield and carefully looked at the Tatars' tidal offensive.
"Fight back, we can't let them rush up like this!"
Many recruits from the Shizhong camp were beaten so helplessly that they squatted in the corner holding up shields or other objects, not daring to get up, let alone fight back.
Seeing that the Tartars were unstoppable, Huang Zongxi asked Zonghui to hand him a gun.
"Bring me the gun."
He took the loaded Rumi gun, quickly aimed at the two Tatars who were charging towards him with a hook, and swung the gun at him, sending him flying to the ground.
He handed the empty fire gun to Zong Hui, took the newly loaded one, and quickly fired another gun, injuring another Tatar again.
However, the power of these two guns also attracted the attention of the Tatars. After a ghost scream, more than a dozen arrows were shot at him. Huang Zongxi quickly raised his shield, but he was still hit by an arrow in his arm.
At this time, Feng Jingdi and others were firing matchlock guns at the city.
Lu Yuding even commanded a few rural soldiers to carry a gun and blast at the city. This gun was equivalent to a super-large blunderbuss. It looked like a gun and a cannon. One person had to carry it on the shoulder and another person supported it.
, one person aims and shoots.
Although the accuracy is average, it can be loaded with lead bullets for long-distance shooting, and it can also be loaded with shotgun shells for group shooting, and its power is quite scary.
Below the city, the Tatar leader was watching the village on horseback, giving orders from time to time to adjust the offensive.
It is obvious that the Tatars are like an experienced wolf. They are constantly testing to find loopholes, and their offensive is obviously easy to do. In contrast, although there are six hundred generations of loyal soldiers in the village, these
Although the Xiangyong, who had not received much training, defended the stronghold, they fought in a messy and passive manner. The fighting had just begun and it was already full of dangers.
The village is in danger and may fall at any time.
At this time, several big households in the village even wanted to escape through the back door. There were no Tatars there yet.
"Brother Feng, you immediately lead a group of people to guard the back door. Don't allow anyone to open the door and escape. Don't fall for the Tatars' trick. In the art of war, encircling three towers is the easiest killing move. Wait until they leave the stronghold.
, how can we outrun these Tatars on horseback? Then there will be no danger to defend, and we will have no choice but to be massacred."
Besides, if this person starts to run away, what will be the morale and fighting spirit in this village? I am afraid that morale will collapse immediately, and everyone will be scrambling to escape, and they will become lambs slaughtered by the Tatars.
"Taichong, our Shizhong camp is full of new recruits, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it."
However, Huang Zongxi broke off the arrow in his arm and pulled it out. After bandaging it briefly, he changed his position and continued to hold up his gun to attack the Tatars. "You have to defend if you can't hold it, sacrifice your life for righteousness, and sacrifice your life for benevolence. When we formed the Shizhong Camp
, aren’t you just preparing for this day?”
"It's worth it if I can kill a few Tatars and then die!"
Feng Jingdi smiled bitterly, "That's right, you won't lose if you kill one, but you will gain one by killing two. Damn it, let's fight with them!"
"Yes, even if you die, you will have to drag a few Tatars on your back!"
Two gentlemen, Huang Zongxi and Feng Jingdi, stood up to encourage everyone and were impassioned.
Seeing that there was no way out and they might die today, the recruits in Shizhong Camp were inspired with a heroic spirit.
"Fuck him to death!"
The bells and clappers were ringing even more urgently, and Huang Zongxi and others had already begun to call on the villagers, men, women, old and young, to go up to the wall to help defend, using all possible means of defense.
If the stronghold is broken down, no one will be able to escape despite the ferocity of the Tatars.
"I would rather die standing than kneel down!"
The men demolished the houses to transport stones and put wood on the walls to help with defense. The women took out the dung from the latrines and transported it to the city. They also dismantled the pots at home and used them to boil the dung directly to make golden juice to kill the enemy.
The elderly and children also helped with cooking, carrying the wounded, bandaging and resuscitating them.
"Today we live and die together, kill the Tatars!" Huang Zongxi's Rumi gun has killed six or seven people, but he has also been injured in several places. He can no longer lift one hand and can no longer hold the gun.
Holding a knife, he ran and shouted on the wall of the village to encourage the people.
After all, the village lacked firecrackers, bows and arrows, and even shields and spears were not enough.
The Tatars are inexplicably fierce and well-equipped. The cotton armor and leather helmets they wear can block most attacks, but their arrows are fast and fierce.
"Taichong, the Tatars in the east have climbed up the wall and can't hold it anymore." Feng Jingdi cried out sadly.
Huang Zongxi turned around and looked around, and saw that the Tatars had already rushed to the wall and occupied a small area. More Tatars were coming up in a steady stream, and many brave villagers were cut down.
"Kill the prisoners!" Huang Zongxi's injured arm was hanging down, and an arrow was still inserted in the other hand, but he still held the knife and rushed in that direction resolutely.
"Kill the prisoners!" Feng Jingdi, who was also scarred, also picked up a spear and rushed over.
Even though I knew I was going to die, I had no regrets.
"Shizhong camp, kill the prisoners!" Huang Zonghui, Huang Zongyuan and other groups of righteous men and gentry also cried out in despair.
Everyone is determined to die, just hoping to kill a few more in the end.
Since we can't survive the disaster, let's fight to the death.
At this moment, several cannons suddenly rang out in the distance, and then smoke billowed, a sun and moon flag fluttered high, and hundreds of red cavalry were rushing towards them.
The sun and moon flag is so familiar, and the red fat coat on the cavalry is so kind.
Huang Zongxi was stunned.
Isn't this the Ming army? How could there be a Ming army?
The next moment, a large flag with the word "Lu" written on it appeared immediately behind the sun and moon flag.
"Lu, Lu Jianguo?"
Huang Zongxi was overjoyed, "Lu Jianguo has led his army to help. Lu Jianguo is here?"
Before he finished speaking, a heavy arrow flew over and hit him hard on the shoulder, causing him to fly up and fall under the wall of the village. Huang Zongxi rolled a few somersaults on the ground, but still endured the pain and jumped up.
, shouting loudly, "His Royal Highness Lu Jianguo personally led the troops to help, we are saved, kill the prisoners!"
On the wall of the stronghold, Feng Jingdi also shouted, "The prison country is here to help, kill the captives!"
Countless voices rang out. I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t expect that life would reappear!"
