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"Charge! Charge in! Kill him without a single piece of armor left! Kill him till he is reduced to ashes. The silver is waiting for you to take. Charge for the silver!"
In front of Ma Yongzhen's camp, it was raining heavily, the sky and earth were hazy, Qin Mu pointed his long sword, and the three thousand guards' eyes turned red, waving their swords and spears, like a group of hungry wolves, stimulated by the wealth of fertile fields and guided by Qin Mu's long sword, they rushed towards Ma Yongzhen's camp with a howl;
Many people rushed forward while shouting, "One hundred taels of silver and three hundred acres of good farmland." Yes, this extremely tempting prospect was not in their hearts, but right in front of them, waiting for them to swing their swords and cut it down.
"Kill! When a person dies, birds fly up to the sky. If a person does not die, he will live for thousands of years."
"For the sake of money, fight for it."
All kinds of messy slogans emerged one after another. Three thousand militiamen followed Meng Ke and Liu Meng across the trench and crashed into Ma Yongzhen's camp like a cannonball, so that the defenders in the camp had an illusion that the thousands of people rushing towards them were not looking at people, but at piles of silver. They didn't seem to be chopping people, but as if they were hoeing in their own fields.
Meng Ke was like a natural born killer. He swung his oversized long sword into the air, the wind whistled, the rain poured down, and with a loud "bang", the wooden stakes as thick as a bowl were chopped into flying wood chips that splashed into the flesh like arrows.
"Charge!" he shouted loudly, his voice shaking like thunder. The row of militiamen behind him shouted, held the battering ram, and charged forward with all their strength. "Bang!" The wall of the village was instantly knocked inward, and a group of defenders were thrown out. Meng Ke raised his sword like a horse and chopped wildly like lightning. The broken limbs and arms on the ground fell to the ground with a plop. The scene was horrifying and terrifying.
"Bang!" Liu Meng's huge mace smashed hard on the wall of the village, and wood chips flew again. The baojia who was responsible for ramming the wall carried the battering ram and rammed it repeatedly. The wall that could not bear the ravages finally collapsed a section, and the baojia who had been howling for a long time rushed in like a mountain torrent.
Ma Yongzhen was not someone who could be easily dealt with. Although it was raining heavily and bows and arrows were difficult to use, he had already formed a tight blocking formation with a hundred men in the camp. The sword and shield men were in the front, forming a shield wall, and the spearmen were in the back, stabbing fiercely through the gaps in the shield wall.
The militiamen who were in the front suddenly seemed to have hit a cliff, unable to move forward. Their intestines and stomachs were pierced by spears one by one, and their offensive was halted.
Qin Mu also rushed to the wall of the village. Seeing this scene, he was extremely anxious and immediately shouted: "Anyone who retreats will be killed! The silver is right in front of you, charge, the brave will win when they meet on a narrow road, charge! Charge! Meng Tian! You damn well hurry up and kill him..."
The invincible and brave General Meng Tian didn't need him to shout as he rushed forward with his sword in hand. He swung his sword with the power of slaying a dragon and cut off all the long spears that were stabbing at him. Then he kicked like a storm, and the two broken spear heads were kicked out with great force, hitting the rebels' shield wall hard. The rattan shields were pierced in an instant, and the rebels behind the shields were pierced in the chest and abdomen by the spear tips, and fell over and howled in pain.
The speed, ferocity and intensity of the 3,000 baojia's offensive caught Ma Yongzhen off guard, especially with the two fierce men Meng Ke and Liu Meng leading the charge, killing the rebels so hard that their hearts and galls were broken. Seeing that the defense line was about to be breached, Ma Yongzhen had no choice but to fight desperately. He personally pushed to the breach and shouted wildly: "Get up! Charge!"
The rebels formed a tight formation, raised their shields, and marched forward in unison. The spearmen behind them followed closely behind them, holding two-meter-long spears and thrusting forward fiercely.
Ma Yongzhen also stabbed with his spear, heading straight for Meng Ke. Meng Ke had to deal with the snake-like stabbing as well as the densely packed spears around him, and was forced to retreat several steps in a hurry.
Qin Mu's eyes were red, his 3,000 militiamen were charging forward with the whole vigour of blood and fire. If they were forced to retreat, even just once, their morale would be completely destroyed. Even if he offered 1,000 taels per head, it would be difficult to arouse their blood and fire again.
He was so anxious that he started to yell hysterically, "Hold on in the front. Anyone retreating will be killed. Anyone retreating will be killed! Those behind, listen up. No matter if it's a rock or mud, grab it and smash it! Smash it! Smash it hard..."
He himself was shouting wildly while squatting down to grab things. The rocks and dirt that the rebels dug up when digging trenches were piled under the wall of the village. After the heavy rain, they all turned into mud.
Qin Mu grabbed a handful of mud and threw it hard, and a handful of mud happened to hit Ma Yongzhen's face.
The majestic Ma Da was instantly smashed into a mud monkey, his mouth and nose were sealed, his eyes could hardly open, and he looked extremely miserable.
The militiamen behind followed suit and picked up stones and mud to smash the place. In a moment, stones and mud were flying everywhere, and the fierce life-and-death struggle turned into a mud war.
Don't think that this is just children playing house. Meng Ke and his men had their backs to the militia behind them, so they didn't have to worry about getting blinded by the mud. Ma Yongzhen's men, on the other hand, were facing this side head on. With the mud flying all over the sky, they couldn't even open their eyes. How could they fight this battle
What’s more, many people were hit by stones, and those who were hit either had their heads broken or their bones and abdomens sunken!
This was a chaotic battle, a real one where a master was beaten to death by a random punch. Ma Yongzhen had lived for more than 30 years and had never encountered such a battle.
His men were brave and his response was inappropriate, but their formation was quickly torn to pieces in this mud fight.
How could Meng Ke and Liu Meng miss such an opportunity? They led the militia in front of them and rushed forward. No matter whether their swords were covered in mud or not, they still killed people with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Especially Liu Meng's mace, which was particularly powerful in such a melee. The giant mace weighing twenty or thirty kilograms could sweep across and knock down a group of people. White brain matter and bright red blood sprayed like rain, and broken bones and flesh flew everywhere. In addition, his beard and hair were standing up, and his eyes were full of anger, like a furious King Kong. The rebels who were blocking his way were scared out of their wits and retreated one after another.
After Ma Yongzhen was hit by a handful of mud from Qin Mu, he was like a blind man. Ma Liuliang saw that the situation was hopeless, and hurriedly shouted to Hong Dazhuang: "You lead the generals to retreat quickly, I will hold on here first, quickly!"
Retreat! You call this a retreat! This is clearly a complete rout!
As soon as Hong Dazhuang and Ma Yongzhen turned around, hundreds of rebels immediately scattered. Three thousand militiamen entered the village like bandits, howling and chasing after them in the rain.
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Officials want to become bandits and bandits want to become officials. This is a chaotic world.
Yan Mao led his men to the bottom of the mountain valley, and immediately brandished his sword and shouted to his men behind him: "Kill them all! Except for that woman, leave no one alive!"
The five hundred soldiers rushed forward like bandits entering the village, howling like ghosts and wolves. After they took fifty steps, they all drew their bows and shot. Two or three hundred arrows flew away like locusts in the sky. Xie Laosan led fifty people, hiding behind carts, trees and rocks, and also fired back.
But they only had more than ten bows in total, and their momentum was no match. Yan Mao only lost a few people and rushed to the front of the cart. The soldiers and bandits who saw blood were as fierce as wolves. But in the first wave of attack, they met an iron plate.
Xie Laosan's men fought back fiercely with swords, stones, rolling logs, and even cargo on the carts, using everything they could get their hands on. The road in the valley was narrow, and although Yan Mao had a large number of people, he could only come into contact with Xie Laosan's men with a few dozen in front.
Xie Laosan and his men have been escorting caravans for many years and have quite some skills. They have the upper hand in one-on-one combat. In just a cup of tea, they have caused 20 to 30 casualties to Yan Mao.
"Hurry, seize the hillsides on both sides! Shoot them into hedgehogs!" Yan Mao shouted loudly while fighting with Xie Laosan across the cart.
The soldiers and bandits behind received the order and immediately occupied the right slope. Xie Laosan was unable to stop them. Their defense line was built too hastily and they had not had time to set up any defensive fortifications on the hillside.
As soon as the hillside on the right was occupied, Yan Mao's troops were in a dominant position and shot arrows. Although their accuracy was not very good, it made Xie Laosan and his men lose sight of the big picture, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
Seeing his brothers falling down tragically one after another, Xie Lao San's eyes were bloodshot. Manager Xu asked them to hold on until the second watch, but they couldn't hold on for only an incense stick of time. What should they do
A cornered dog will jump over the wall. Xie Laosan yelled, "Brothers, charge forward, charge forward. Kill one to break even. Kill two to make a profit. This way they can shoot and we will die faster."
Led by Xie Laosan, the remaining thirty or so people followed him and jumped over the cart, engaging in a fight with Yan Mao's soldiers and bandits. In this way, they didn't have to worry about the arrows shot from the slope, but they were outnumbered, and even if they were fighting two to one, it was only a matter of time before they would suffer casualties.
Li Xiangjun fled with the caravan for another half an hour. By this time, they were exhausted, but they had not yet encountered a fork in the road.
Some of the horses even foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground. Some of the drivers could not help but wail: "What kind of world is this? What kind of world is this? The imperial army comes to rob us ordinary people. They are more vicious than bandits. How can we survive? Oh, God! Why don't you open your eyes..."
The wailing made people feel heartbroken. Li Xiangjun wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked around. Except for the valley where Xie Laosan and his men were guarding, the rest of the area was open. There was not even a suitable place to hide, let alone a place that was good for defense.
This is how to do
Xing'er, who was in the same car, turned pale and said hesitantly, "Girl, why don't we stop following the caravan and escape alone."
"No, let alone the care that Manager Xu has given us along the way, we shouldn't just run away when we are in trouble. Even if we want to escape alone, where can we two women go? There is no place to hide around here. If those soldiers and bandits catch up with us, they will look for us everywhere if they don't see us, and we will fall into their hands anyway."
"What should we do then?"
“Let me think about it again… … … … … … ”
There was no time to waste. Smoke and dust rose again from behind. It was Yan Mao and his men who were chasing them again.
At this point, the caravan members no longer cared about anything else. They abandoned their goods and fled in all directions, hoping to save their lives.
Even Li Xiangjun's driver ran away. Without anyone to control the horses, they rushed into the field beside the road and got stuck.
Li Xiangjun and Xing'er let out a series of screams. Fortunately, the carriage did not overturn. The two did not even bother to take their belongings. They hurriedly climbed out of the carriage and stumbled and ran away in the wasteland.
Yan Mao caught sight of the two of them as he caught sight of them. He immediately said with a lewd smile, "My beauties, you can't run away. Don't be afraid. I always cherish women and will treat them well. I definitely will, hahahaha..."
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