When Sanjiang saw Gu Lijia say this, he quickly flattered: "Yes, yes, I am wise and powerful.
Those Han thieves are naturally no match for me."
After a pause, he reminded: "However, a few days ago, Linzhang City The military commander here dispatched half of our young men to gather together.
If the Han thieves came, it would still be difficult to defeat them with two fists.
I mean, it is better to be careful and move your family and property into the county first.
"In, wait" Gu Lijia interrupted him impatiently and said: "Okay, okay, I don't have to worry about it, sir.
What are you, a slave, worried about?
Go about your business and get the little girl that Master Nishimura likes as soon as possible."
Seeing that he was asking for trouble, Sanjiang had no choice but to leave with a smiling face.
In the open space at the entrance of the village, several Jurchens were riding horses to "hunt", but the object of the hunt was a pig snatched from the Han people in the West Village.
When they were having fun, a large crowd came out of the end of the road in the distance.
The few people who were laughing and joking just now stopped playing immediately and looked at them with squinted eyes.
These people wore patched clothes, and only a few of them wore armor that was obviously mismatched.
But they all wore red scarves on their heads and were holding weapons.
Many of them were even holding crossbows, and some were holding things like fire sticks.
"Who are these Han people recruited from the county to sign troops?"
asked a Jurchen.
"It's not like that.
Weapons will not be issued to the signed soldiers before they go out to fight."
"Hey, we'll know after we go up and interrogate them."
After a Jurchen said this, he took the lead and rode out, stopping in front of this group of people.
"Hey, who are you and what are you doing here?"
Before he could finish his words, more than a dozen people with spears from the other side rushed forward, and several spears were stabbed at him.
The Jurchen quickly took off the reins, and the horse's front hooves jumped into the air, standing upright.
Several spears were thrust into the horse's chest and belly.
As the horse roared and neighed, the Jurchen rolled off his horse.
He didn't even have time to roll over when ten spears and spear blades pierced him again.
Four spears pierced his head, chest, waist and thighs respectively.
He was broken without saying a word. gas.
The other two Jurchens turned pale with fright, turned their horses and ran away, as dozens of dense arrows whizzed towards them.
These arrows were not accurate, but they could not stand the large number.
Puff puff, two people were hit by arrows one after another.
One of them was hit in the vital part and fell to the ground unable to move after falling off his horse.
His head was chopped off by the red scarf loyalist army who caught up.
Another man was shot through the shoulder by an arrow, and his horse was wounded and frightened.
After he fell off his horse, regardless of the pain, he spread his legs and ran towards the village, shouting: "The bandits are coming, the bandits are coming."
With the sound of "bang bang bang" matchlocks, he shouted He fell to the ground.
Gu Lijia, who was still rocking in the easy chair, also heard these crisp sounds and muttered: "When will our Jurchen bastards learn to play with Han firecrackers?"
After a while, a Jurchen stumbled in from outside and shouted loudly: "Centurion Gulijia, something bad has happened.
Han thieves have invaded the village."
Only then did Guli Jia jump up from the easy chair in shock.
"As soon as we got involved with them, they came.
How many people came?"
"There are many.
The entrance to the village is filled with darkness.
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There are countless of them."
Gu Lijia roared: "Take my two axes and blow the horn."
In the sky above Xiezhuang, the horn sounded.
The Jurchens gathered towards the village with weapons and crossbows in hand.
These people were not only young and strong, but also old men over sixty years old.
There were not only men, but also Jurchen women as strong as cattle.
Guli Jia was already wearing armor and a helmet, holding two axes and standing in the open space of the village.
"Jurchen warriors, we finally got the land, women, slaves and property.
Now the Han dogs want to take them back.
If you don't want to lose these, just follow me and kill these Han dogs."
Gu Lijia said to these women straight to the point.
Real people do this mobilization.
"Kill."
"Kill" Hundreds of female real people at the scene raised their weapons and shouted "kill" in unison.
A hundred steps away, a large number of loyal soldiers were pouring in.
Gu Lijia brandished his two axes and took the lead, charging towards the enemy.
Hundreds of arrows flew towards the Jurchens intensively.
Those with shields raised their shields, those without shields waved their weapons to block the arrows, and those with crossbows had already fired back.
The accuracy of these arrows was still so bad.
Of the hundreds of arrows, only a few Miu Miu finally produced a killing effect.
But those crossbowmen who were born as Jurchen hunters were extremely accurate, and their arrows hit the mark.
Those who were injured by arrows in the loyal army screamed in agony.
Zhao Yun, the leader of the Loyalty Army, shouted: "If the musketeers don't send an update at this time, we'll wait until later."
More than a hundred musketeers quickly ran forward from behind the sword and shield bearers.
Their match ropes were already on fire, and they began to attack the women one after another.
Live rapid fire.
Along with the crisp and muffled gunshots, bursts of white smoke rose in Xiezhuang.
A Jurchen who had just finished shooting an arrow and drew another arrow from the quiver before placing the arrow on the bow suddenly had a bloody mess on his face and fell to the ground.
Another Jurchen spearman who was at the front was hit in the chest by a gunshot just as he was about to stab the enemy with his spear two steps away, and he fell to the ground.
Then his head was chopped off by the enemy he wanted to stab.
The intensive rounds of shooting by the musketeers caused huge casualties to the Jurchens in a short period of time, and at the same time suppressed the concentrated shooting of the opponent's archers.
But after all, there were only a hundred musketeers, using old single-gun muskets.
This rapid burst of fire quickly used up all the preloaded ammunition, and the gunner who fired first could not load a new round of ammunition in such a short time.
However, the rest of the loyal soldiers, led by Zhao Yun, took advantage of this time interval to rush forward and engage in close combat with the Jurchens.
The Jurchen soldiers are also extremely brave in close combat.
Even though the soldiers led by Zhao Yun are elites selected from the loyal army, they are at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat with the Jurchen soldiers.
Both sides were furious and fought in a mass, and it was difficult to tell them apart for a while.
This Zhao Yun is different from Zhao Yun of the Three Kingdoms.
Instead of using a gun, he uses the mace, the weapon favored by the Jin soldiers.
When he smashed a Jurchen soldier Tianling Gai again.
A spear blade stabbed towards his back silently, and when it was still two inches away from his back, there was a bang.
The Jurchen spearman was shot to the ground immediately.
The rise of Guli Jiaxia killed several loyal soldiers one after another.
Suddenly a musketeer rushed out in front of him.
He knew how powerful he was, so he used his left ax to push the barrel of the opponent's gun, and the gun went off.
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Guli Jia's entire right shoulder was shot through, and the severe pain immediately reduced his reaction to zero.
The musketeer swung the blazing blunderbuss and hit Guli Jia's Tianling Cap hard.
As the banging gunfire sounded again, there were more and more Jurchen corpses on the ground.
The battle at Xiezhuang was just the tip of the iceberg.
In the spring of the third year of the Yue Dynasty of the Han Empire, the entire land of Hebei was boiling.
The anti-gold riots swept across the Han family's hometown of Yan and Zhao like wildfire
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