The volley of arrows, the crackling muskets, the shouts of killing all over the mountains and fields, and the ferocious faces under the light of the swaying torches. Xiao Letian finally understood how cruel the war in the era of cold weapons was. He watched the steel knife cut off the head, and that sense of reality was an experience that no three-dimensional game could give.

More than a hundred bows and arrows were fired in a volley of four consecutive times, and the caravan could not raise their heads and also pushed their morale to the lowest point. At this time, the camp was completely in chaos, and all the commands had failed, and people resisted completely according to their instincts. No matter how much Master Qing San shouted, no one would listen to him at this time.

Look at Shopkeeper Fan again. This old man is really brave. He stood on the shaking incense table and encouraged his morale loudly. After the victory, his rewards increased to 60,000 taels of silver. But who else can care about money at this time? His motivation is nothing more than spending in the mirror of the moon in the water.

The bravest people who resisted now have to say Lewis and Saimen. These two cowboys are not as compassionate as the missionaries, just like the god of killing, they call out the names, but the bravery of the two people cannot change the general trend at all. The first time, more than 100 bandits forwards have been mixed with the caravan, and the mountain temple has been squeezed into a man-sauce.

And all this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the bandits actually have guns in their hands. Although there are only a few muffled sounds, when the gunshots sounded, everyone present understood that this was not a bandit at all. The besieged them must be a small army.

"What the hell is this bullshit fight... You bunch of trash, all follow my command..." Xiao Letian took out a horse whip from somewhere, and looked at the guy beside him who was trembling with his hands and pouring iron sand into the mouth of the bird gun with his hands. He didn't care about anything, and now he had the idea of ​​living.

"All the musketeers are gathering at me, I'll teach you how to play guns... Fuck, do you stuff iron sand without putting gunpowder? I'll kill you..."

Xiao Letian ran wildly in the mountain temple, dragging every musketeer he saw who fought alone together, and finally even Lewis and Saimen ran to his side.

There are only ten muskets in the caravan, which is still the oldest iron sand type. However, in this chaotic situation, the shotgun of iron sand is actually better used.

"Listen to my orders and load ammunition..." Xiao Letian never thought that he would be so violent. One of the ten men was slower, and he would whip it when he went up. In the chaos of disorder, people would always subconsciously obey the orders of the powerful. Now Xiao Letian's aura is the most powerful in the caravan. He beat the revolver with one hand and the other whip with one hand, but none of them dared to resist.

"Aim at the old locust tree on the left... put..." Wuchang shouted loudly. He felt that his vocal cords were about to be torn apart. The ten guys almost subconsciously fired, and ten bird guns fired at the same time, and the iron sand pounced on like a dark cloud.

Ten bandits had just surrounded the left side of the temple gate and never expected that they would be greeted by a large area of ​​high-speed iron sand. They were smeared into a pockmarked face at that time. Ten bandits covered their faces and cried and rolled around on the ground. However, at this time, Xiao Letian had no time to appreciate his results.

"Recharge, charge me..." He jumped around the ten men, and ran back and forth. The hand was slower and he hit it. Just under Xiao Letian's oppression, the ten men loaded it again with the fastest speed in their lives.

"Listen to my order... open fire in the direction of the white stone on the far right..."

"Listen to my orders...all load..."

"Listen to my orders...it's fire in the middle..."

"All the caravans and soldiers, let me lie down, lie down..."

Like a madman, Xiao Letian forced this temporary small musket team with a whip and a pistol. A standard queue shot deep in the Taihang Mountains in the third year of Tongzhi. More and faster chapters are invited. In the mouths of military friends in his previous life, this shooting method has a nickname called queuing up and shooting.

Xiao Letian knew that this shooting method does not require personal bravery or personal shooting accuracy. The only thing needed is discipline, unified loading, unified shooting, and dense barrage in a small area. No martial arts master can imagine penetrating such barrage.

Four years ago, the British and French coalition forces used this musket formation to defeat Senggelinqin's Mongolian cavalry at Bali Bridge. It is conceivable that even high-speed war horses could hardly penetrate this barrage, let alone these bandits who rely on their legs.

Now Xiao Letian is a living madman. He is already hysterical. There is only a vast white gunpowder smoke in front of him and the darkness behind him. Anyway, the gentle slope that can rush up is only more than ten meters wide. Just change the direction of the left, center and right.

"Get on, start the fire quickly... The people in front of me are all lying down, and I don't care if I accidentally hurt me... Fire to the left, recharge... Fire to the right..." As they were shouting, suddenly two strong men pressed Xiao Letian to the ground one on the left and the other.

"Wake up, your blood is so confusing... Wake up, the enemy retreats..." Then a bowl of cold water poured on Xiao Letian's face. The kid finally came back to his senses with a tremor. The first update was made.

When Xiao Letian opened his eyes, he realized that he had leaned against the door post of the Mountain Temple. The three layers inside and three layers inside and outside were all human heads, and each of his eyes was full of gratitude.

"Mr. Xiao, thank you Mr. Xiao for helping me in the face of danger. Please accept my greeting..." After saying that, Storekeeper Fan was about to lift his robe and kneel. The guy behind him had already kneeled. How could Xiao Letian make the old man who was almost seventy kneel? Isn't this a long life short? He jumped up and held up Storekeeper Fan.

"Let's make your life shorter, you're making my life shorter... How can we say thank you so much when we work together? How are our brothers losing? Is it big..." Xiao Letian now has woken up.

At this time, Master Qing San also walked over with a look of embarrassment, "Okay, you're so manly, this deadly situation has been solved by you. Although I figured out the method you used later, at that time, when you thought about it, I didn't expect that you would be better than me..." Oh, this Eight Banners's disciple is OK, it's rare to be able to put a proud head under him.

"Xiao, you are very outstanding. I believe now. You have indeed traveled in the West, and you also know the army very well. In such a chaotic scene, I didn't even think of forming a musket array, and you not only thought of being able to use it flexibly, you are great..." Lewis and Saimen gave him a thumbs-up.

Xiao Letian smiled bitterly, "Don't be happy too early, let me see what's going on now." With the light of the torch, Xiao Letian lay on the low wall, but as soon as he showed up, he was sneezed by the smell of blood. Good guy, this is probably the case in Shura Hell.

The open space in front of the temple gate also had a gentle slope edge. More than 60 corpses were lying down, of which forty were all from bandits, and the remaining twenty were from caravans. Blood has now gathered into a stream and flowed downwards in the dark.

Sixty people, in their previous life, had half a company's troops, and they were killed in just a while, which shows how intense the conflict was. If Xiao Letian had not organized such a musket team temporarily, the outcome would have been unimaginable.

"Old shopkeeper, are there any guys who are very loud and good at negotiating? If he wants him to shout, it's not a big deal to fight like this?" Xiao Letian has now become the military leader of the caravan, and no one dares to ignore his orders. In a short while, a big black word crawled to the edge of the big locust tree.

"The boss at the foot of the mountain... We are the caravan of the Fan family in Shanxi. It is our misconduct to pass by the precious land and not worship the mountain. Please forgive me..." Before he could finish calling, two balls of fire lit up in the darkness, and then countless iron sand hit the leaves.

Xiao Letian felt cold when he saw this, "How could this happen? What kind of tricks are this? He is too lazy to talk nonsense even when he negotiates? He just wants us to die?" After saying that, he stared at the old shopkeeper and Master Qing San.

After thinking for a long time, no one could have thought that he had such awesome enemy. When Xiao Letian saw that he couldn't ask anything, he could only sigh and said, "Let's keep tonight first and see if things will turn around tomorrow..."

Xiao Letian turned around from the low wall and found that there was no one in the caravan resting. He gathered in the yard and stared at him, just like staring at a savior. In the dilapidated window of the Mountain Temple, two little girls were also staring at him, and Xiao Letian was embarrassed in full view of everyone.

The ten musketeers who made great contributions were at the forefront of the crowd. At this time, they woke up from the initial horror. They were all under review by Xiao Letian. Xiao Letian looked at the holes that were broken on their cotton jackets and the scars on their faces. They were really embarrassed.

"You... are you okay? I just started a little ruthlessly, just to save everyone, don't hate me..."

"No hatred... The adults whip us is making us grow. These whips are nothing. When we learned craftsmanship in the past, the master beats them more ruthlessly... Adults are uncomfortable, and they are not comfortable..."

Ouch, Xiao Letian blushed. Look at the awareness that he took the initiative to make excuses for me after being beaten. What a good guy. Maybe if I taught them some knowledge, they would automatically regard me as a master. In ancient times, he paid attention to heaven, earth, king, and parents, and the master was actually no different from his own father.

"Do it well, you must guard this gentle slope tonight. Remember the method I teach you. It is to have a big locust tree on the left, a gentle slope on the middle, and a white stone on the right. Don't aim at the person, just aim at the reference object..." Wuchang explained a few words and patted their shoulders to show encouragement.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the caravans began to rest, and Xiao Letian was also taking a quick rest behind the mountain temple. At this time, the bandits were in no mood to rest at the foot of the mountain. They had been having a meeting for more than an hour.

"Prince, let me rush again, brothers can't die in vain..." Kneeling beside the fire was a gray-bearded man in his forties, with a steel knife more than three feet long standing beside him.

In front of the gray beard sat a middle-aged man of only 33 or 34 years old, with a national face and sword eyebrows, and a very burly figure. He was obviously dressed as a general, but his temperament was still elegant. He was the one who was called the prince by the gray beard.

The prince didn't say anything. He just played with the brass-made monocular glasses in his hand. It was a precious Western product. The prince raised his hand and let the gray beard sit aside. "In the evening, I saw it. Our information is not accurate. Suddenly, a strange young man came out..."

"No matter whether he is weird or not, I rushed up and chopped him up with a knife. We want all the money, people, foreign devils, and no one can escape..." The hatred in gray-bearded eyes was as real as the essence, and it was not the gaze that a bandit should have if they wanted to make a fortune.

Seeing the prince in front of him fall into silence, the anxious gray-bearded man knelt down in front of the prince again, "Your Highness, don't hesitate, let me rush again, more than 40 old brothers cannot die in vain..."

With a bang, the gray-bearded face swollen with five finger marks. "I have said it many times. I have died in the past, I am dead... If you dare to bring out a little bit of the title of the past, I will chop off your head with my own hands..."
Chapter completed!