When the natives on the wall saw the number of enemies outside the village, everyone immediately stopped panicking. The number of enemy troops was easy to calculate, even if the natives' arithmetic skills were poor: because the group of people were arranged neatly. Then Xiao Long's people appeared again, most of them

The enemy turns out to be an old friend... who has been beaten all the time/the weakling of Xingang Society... Okay, we can prepare a counterattack.

As for the number of people who are so small that they can be ignored (a few dozen), the people holding strange iron weapons are probably outsiders. The iron weapons in the hands of these people do not seem to be very powerful - because they can breathe fire like the red-haired people.

The model used to kill people is different.

After the assessment was completed, Xiao Long felt at ease. While sending envoys out to question the weaklings in Xingang, he also ordered all the troops behind the wall, preparing to go out and show off to these birdies.

However, the time travelers also thought the same way at this moment: seize the time to end the battle.

So when a Xiaolong man climbed down from the wall of the village and walked toward the large army 50 meters away in front of the door, Han Xiaobo turned his head and whispered a few words to Wei Yuan who was standing aside. He waited until the person came 10 meters away.

, Wei Yuan bent down and pulled out a dark, plain M9 saber from outside his calf. The next moment, the saber flew past, and the messenger covered his neck with blood spurting, and fell down in a circle...

They didn't fire because they were afraid that the natives wouldn't rush out once they knew how powerful they were. The Chuanchu soldiers had already figured out the best way to attack a city, and now whenever they encountered a walled city, their first reaction was to lure the enemy out and take action.

There was a commotion on the wall. Well, it seems that the people of Xiaolong Society don't usually kill people, so at this moment the natives are full of anger towards these uncivilized gangsters. The next moment, the village gate opens, and a dragon-like Xiaolong Society

The soldiers rushed out.

The ak sound sounded.

...

There is no gun more suitable for the barbaric world of the 17th century than the AK. The extremely backward logistics capabilities, the extremely complex harsh environment encountered, and the enemies charging in dense formations can be seen everywhere, all of which make maintenance easy and adaptable.

The powerful and powerful ak shines brightly; as for the ak's poor accuracy? It doesn't matter, just look at the large group of natives rushing over from the opposite side and you will know that accuracy is not needed here.

I don’t know how those heroes who usually hide behind car doors and windows in movies survived. Anyway, rifle bullets easily penetrated the bodies of a large number of indigenous people at this moment. Five or six guns only used one round of bullets to kill the indigenous people.

The long dragon that rushed out rolled back, and corpses were spread all over the ground.

The reaction between life and death is the fastest. The warriors who were crowded at the gate of the village waiting for the charge a moment ago quickly changed their minds and shouted to close the gate of the village.

At this time, AK exited the stage, and the MK-17 rifles of Team 6 began to threaten, hitting the natives who were still standing stupidly on the wall with a series of precise headshots.

Sure enough, it was a decisive battle. In less than 10 minutes, the battle situation had already undergone a decisive change. To be honest, this was the first time for the indigenous soldiers of the First Battalion to see the power of the old man. Most of the indigenous soldiers had their legs trembling a little at this moment and looked at Gonda.

His eyes couldn't help but be filled with admiration: If the village chief hadn't become the chairman of the maintenance committee early, I'm afraid we would have been killed like this!

The war situation has entered a strategic stalemate stage.

Seeing the natives closing the village door and hearing the panicked shouts inside, Wei Yuan and Han Xiaobo looked at each other, then turned around and beckoned several soldiers carrying baskets from behind to come forward.

The basket on his back contained explosive bags specially designed for country turtles. The black gunpowder was purified by the military black workshop in the kiln area and dedicated... The boxy white cotton bag looked very rustic and familiar.

Since the few RPGs available have become out-of-print, we will definitely have to use other methods to smash the kiln in the future. With the current production capacity of the public, we can only use black powder packs, but the kiln version of the gunpowder packs still have technology

The content - there is an electronic detonator buried in the bag. It will explode when the remote control is pressed within a range of 200 meters.

The structure of the detonator is very simple: a stainless steel tube the size of your little finger. One end is a signal receiver and a disposable electric detonator, and the other end is filled with dozens of grams of high-energy explosives. The technical content of this thing is too low. If the explosives are not considered,

You can save money in any electronic wholesale market.

Naturally, Chuanchuanzhong will not use inferior products collected in the market, because if they import a box of detonators, it will take a long time, and they may not be able to use them all when they smash the Xiang Kiln in Guangzhou. Therefore, they need to consider the explosives for this batch of detonators.

Corrosion caused by long-term storage, sealing, battery capacity and other issues.

In the end, Cao Chuan ordered this batch of goods from the American Mineral Explosives Company. They were about the size of a little finger, 100 pieces per box, and had a shelf life of 5 years.

...

Wei Yuan was holding a high-tech black powder explosive bag in his hand. Han Xiaobo had already taken out the remote control panel and adjusted the detonation reading according to the serial number on the detonator. Now everything was ready, but one hero was missing.

There is no doubt that as soon as Wei Yuan reached out his hand, he pulled out Yang Er, who was half shorter in the crowd...

"What are you hiding from? What a great opportunity to show your face!" Wei Yuan smiled kindly, patted Yang Er on the head, and then stuffed the explosive pack into his arms.

It seems that being born with a sense of danger is of no use. Yang Er, who was shaking, was holding a big gift bag in his hand, crying and not knowing what to do - he knew very well what this thing was, and he was there when the instructors were testing it.

Doing odd jobs on the side.

Seeing that this boy was ignorant, Wei Yuan's face tightened: "If you don't respect military orders before the formation, well, I'll give you a stick." As he spoke, he habitually touched the sandalwood stick on his lower back.

Yang Er then jumped out with a "whoosh". He nimbly stepped over the corpses on the ground, just like avoiding the smelly puddles in Hangzhou city. His low body was full of vitality, and his footsteps changed the landing point at any time, constantly avoiding the ground.

The outstretched hands of those who were about to die were like avoiding the feces on the ground and the vicious dogs tearing at them; like an antelope, Yang Xiaothie had already jumped to the gate of Jiaxi Village in a blink of an eye.

He stuffed the big gift bag in his hand into the corner of the wooden fence-like gate, turned around and ran back.

For the powerful natives of Jiaxi Village, war is when warriors go out to fight with foreigners, and then return in triumph with their heads. As for the attack and defense of the village? There is no such concept. So the natives in the village are now in chaos, even if they return from the village

They could see Yang Er clearly through the gap in the wall, and had a premonition that the cloth bag in this guy's arms was not a good thing, but they couldn't organize a counterattack now - the rows of soldiers on the wall were all killed.

Fortunately, there were still scattered warriors. Just as Yang Er turned around and jumped out, a pair of strong shoulders appeared on the left and right sides of the village gate. The next moment, two javelins were lifted out of the wall.
Chapter completed!