"boom!
The Ming Army infantrymen estimated the range of the flintlock rifle, and did not know who it was, and pulled the trigger first.
The horse that had been shot had its front hoofs off the ground and croaked up to the sky, while the rest of the horses remained motionless. It seemed that the red-haired horse had adapted to the sound of gunfire.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Flintlocks on all sides densely enveloped the red hair.
Fortunately, the huge body of the war horse blocked the red hair. The casualties of the red hair were not serious, but the injured war horses were all in a random string. The mobile bunker in front of the red hair was completely opened.
More flintlock bullets were fired at the red hairs and their horses in the central area. More horses were injured and fell down or fled, and more red hairs lost their deterrence to the Ming army due to casualties.
Hong Chengchou felt strange: "Why don't these red hairs shoot? Are they frightened by the aura of the Ming army?"
No one can answer Hong Chengchou's question. Zhu Youzhen is here, and he can't say why.
In half a cup of tea, Hong Mao had injured more than a dozen people. The horses in front of them had escaped or were injured. The shelter protecting them had completely collapsed.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Hong Mao finally fought back.
However, the Ming army had no casualties. The soldiers were surprised to find that all the red-haired bullets had fallen on the grass in front of the Ming army, a few steps away from the soldiers' bodies.
"Damn, the range of these firearms of Hongmao is not as good as our flintlock, which scared me." Hong Chengchou finally understood the reason why Hongmao had only hit back until now. He didn't believe it, at this time of life and death. Hong Mao would deliberately hide his strength. Hong Mao had only a few dozen people. Once he was killed by the Ming army, even the best firearms would become the spoils of the Ming army.
Finding that the range of the Hongmao firearms was not as good as that of the Ming army's flintlocks, Hong Chengchou was completely relieved. He asked the soldiers to send out the banner: All troops stopped advancing and shot Hongmao on the spot.
It turned out that the most uncertain thing was Hongmao’s firearms. Since Hongmao’s firearms did not pose a threat to the Ming army, Hong Chengchou was confident that they would wipe out all of them. It would be better to capture a few people and escort them together with their firearms. Jing, gave it to Emperor Zhu Youjian.
The flintlock bullets, like locusts, flew towards the red hairs that were surrounded by the core. Their horses had been killed and wounded. Now they just wanted to escape, it was impossible.
Time is passing by, and red hair is suffering more and more casualties. The blood left on the ground has already watered the grass on the ground beautifully. The original green grass blades have turned blood red.
Watching the injured comrades yelling on the ground and making various symphonies of screams in pain, the red hair screamed in anger. Some even avoided the horses and fired directly at the Ming army.
But their bullets will not increase their range in a short time because of their emotional changes, and the Ming army will stay safely out of their range.
Blood races against time, life is inversely proportional to time, and dozens of red hairs lose their vital signs little by little.
Compared with Hong Mao, the Ming army is like a calm swordsman. No matter what the opposite reaction is, they will reload, aim, and shoot in an orderly manner. It seems that the opposite Hong Mao is the target of their practice.
As long as the red hair sticks out from behind the horse or the horse's corpse, the dense bullet will immediately greet them. In the rain of bullets in all directions, they have no possibility to escape. Injury, that is the lightest punishment for them by the Ming army.
The red hair has been injured and killed more than half, and the ground is full of red hairs, or corpses, or the wounded body makes the final toss on the ground.
The red-haired leader’s blue eyes, already green, looked at the Ming army that was densely packed like ants around him. He really didn’t understand which country’s army it was. These troops of the People's Republic of China are completely similar to those of the aboriginals nearby, all with black eyes and black hair.
If the troops on the opposite side are all natives, he wouldn't believe it when they were killed. Where did these natives get their firearms? They don't even know how to smelt iron, how could they make guns
Could it be that they stole their guns? Nor is it the same. The gun on the opposite side is not only different in shape from your own gun, but also has a longer range. It is by no means your own lost gun. Is it the latest domestic firearm that has fallen to the east
The leader's mind was blurred, and he couldn't figure out the ins and outs of these problems.
But his hesitation increased the casualties of his companions in vain.
After a fierce ideological struggle, he put down the gun in his hand and slowly raised his hands: "Brothers, we have encountered the devil. Resistance will only bring more casualties, surrender, we must have someone go back to His Majesty the Emperor reports everything we saw in the East."
The power of an example is infinite, especially at a time when the mountains and rivers are all alive and dead.
All the red hairs followed the lead, dropped their guns, raised their hands, and faced the Ming army, standing desperately next to the pile of corpses.
The Ming army stopped shooting, but the flintlock barrel was still filled with bullets.
Hong Chengchou hooked his fingers at them and asked them to leave the obstacle of the horse and walk forward.
Under the leadership of the leader, Hong Mao kept the same posture and slowly approached the Ming army.
Countless flintlocks pointed at Hongmao's chest and back. As long as they made any changes, their bodies would be pierced by the flintlocks immediately.
At a place fifty steps away from Hong Chengchou, the red hairs stopped, confused and frightened.
"This kind of military posture is also called an army." Hong Chengchou secretly compared them with the Ming army, and found that the training level of the Ming army was much higher than them.
The soldiers of the Ming Army greeted him and saw that Hongmao had no intention of resisting. He tied them with ropes, and then pulled the ropes, believing that they were firmly tied, before they were brought to Hong Chengchou.
The leader of the red hair, who was walking in the front, said something to Hong Chengchou, but Hong Chengchou didn't understand anything, just as he hadn't said anything, he had become a prisoner, and he still had the right to speak? Don't forget, you surrendered unconditionally.
Soldiers are taking care of wounded soldiers and corpses. Like the Northern Expedition, all wounded soldiers have their necks wiped. Who has spare time to take care of them? Besides, this flintlock injury is not easy to treat.
But they were surprised to find that among the wounded Hong Mao, there were a group of women.
They counted and there were twelve people in total. Two of them were shot and fell on the ground to gasp. It seemed that they were all seriously injured. Seeing the Ming army soldiers searched for them, there was no fear in their eyes, only indifferent.
The soldiers escorted these women to Hong Chengchou, "Military seat, we found twelve women."
"Women? Where are the women from? Do the red hairs bring their family members with them when they fight?" Hong Chengchou also saw a row of women escorted by the soldiers.
"Military seats are brought by red hair, but they are not blue eyes and red hair. They look like us. We can't understand them, but they are definitely not from the red hair gang."
Hong Chengchou understood that it must be Hong Mao who had caught it from nearby. They relied on their superiority in firearms to rob and plunder under the guise of a fur business. No wonder Zhu Youjian hated them, "What else is there?"
"Except for these women, they are leather goods. These leather goods are very expensive, even the finest mink fur, but they don't have silver on them, and they don't know what to use for business."
"They must be mainly robbery. What else do they need? Besides, these natives, I'm afraid I don't know the usefulness of silver." Hong Chengchou was not interested in fur goods. He waved to the soldiers: "Swipe the battlefield quickly The body is buried, take the woman and the captives, and return to Chita."
"Yes, Army Seat." The soldiers agreed, busy gathering the dead bodies and gathering the uninjured horses.
Looking at the peaceful wilderness to the west of Yashan, there was not a single figure. Hong Chengchou was thoughtful. He allowed the two regiments hidden in the forest to continue lurking in the same place, while he took the regiment he had fought back with him. Chita.
Shi Kefa was shocked when he heard that Hong Chengchou had captured a few red hairs. Fortunately, Da Ming's army was there. Otherwise, as a civil official, how could he deal with these red-haired ghosts who were said to have eaten people
"My lord." Hong Chengchou came to the government office and met Shi Kefa. His ideas must be supported by Shi Kefa.
"Hong Junzuo, have you completely accepted the battle? How about the casualties of the brothers?" Shi Kefa rarely bowed his hand to Hong Chengchou. Hong Chengchou was a military commander, much lower than his status. Bei, Hong Chengchou just wanted to see him, not to mention going straight to the government office.
"No casualties." Without blinking Hong Chengchou's eyes, he grabbed the tea on the table and poured it violently.
"No casualties?" Shi Kefa was overjoyed. He didn't care about Hong Chengchou's rudeness. The Ming army won the battle. It seems that the red-haired ghost is not as difficult to deal with as in the legend. "How about the red-haired ghost?"
"Fifty-eight died, twenty-six captured, including their leaders, and some fur goods were seized." Hong Chengchou swallowed half a pot of tea, his throat became much wetter, and he no longer cherished words like gold when he spoke.
Shi Kefa's gaze was a little surprised: "Just so little red hair? Isn't it just their vanguard? Did they find their reinforcements?"
"There should be no more nearby. The rangers have been monitoring, and the numbers they reported back are consistent." Hong Chengchou added: "In order to prevent any accidents, I ambush two brothers in the west of Yashan. If there are more reds When Mao came to die, the brethren would certainly not be soft."
"That's good, that's good!" Shi Kefa repeatedly said, "Hong Junzuo has worked hard, Hong Junzuo is worthy of his majesty's general. I think it is thoughtful, let me be convinced."
"My honor!" Hong Chengchou returned to Shi Kefa. "My lord, we also captured twelve women."
"Women? Are they also blue eyes and red hair?" Shi Kefa was suddenly startled: "Does Hong Junzuo want to..."
"Where did you think of your lord, is Hong Chengchou me like this?" Hong Chengchou smiled awkwardly, "They are not blue eyes, nor red hair, obviously not a red-haired group."