Chapter 68 The next autumn dew They never expected that the rescued target would turn out to be an enemy in an instant.
The Miao soldiers and guards under Yang Xiong couldn't believe their eyes for a moment.
However, the short man Zhong did not hesitate.
He picked up the sixty kilograms of caltrops bones from the pool of blood again, strode forward, and smashed them one by one.
"Puff", "Puff, Puff".
In an instant, red light spread all over the place.
Shoot.
Everyone who stood in his way had their muscles broken and their bones broken.
"Fight the enemy, fight the enemy."
Following Zhong Gaizi were more than 300 mountain people holding various long and short weapons.
Everyone has a piece of yellow satin wrapped around their right arm.
If they encounter anyone without a mark on their arm, they will step forward and chop him down.
In their hearts, they have never had any concept of the imperial court, let alone who is the leader of the army.
The only thing they recognize is their own toast.
For thousands of years, everyone has always followed the chieftain's instructions and hit whomever he says, without even bothering to ask what is right and wrong.
Even if I wanted to ask, I couldn't understand.
Before the Red Turban Bandits broke out, the Mongolian court and local officials treated the mountain people ten times more harshly than they treated the southerners under their rule.
The southerners can at least pay grain and taxes in Mongolia's Daruhua Red Eyes.
However, the mountain people refused to pay taxes to the government and refused to endure the humiliation, so they often formed groups to cause chaos.
Of course, the Daruhuachi gentlemen don't care about their life or death.
Whenever the situation is turbulent, there is always only one way to deal with them, kill them.
Killing, killing, and killing until heads were rolling in and rivers of blood flowed.
When only dead bodies and the old, weak, sick, and disabled were left in the mountains, the place naturally became quiet.
But now, you Mongolian Daruhuachi have nothing to do with the red scarf thieves, but you ask the mountain people who were killed by you to put out the fire for you.
This is cheap and too easy to make.
So it didn't matter who the mountain people fought against.
Chief Zhong drank chicken blood wine with Yang Wanzhe yesterday.
Everyone helped Chief Zhong and Yang Wanzhe to kill the red scarf thieves.
Tonight, Chief Zhong suddenly changed his mind and said that Yang Wanzhe was the enemy of the entire village, so everyone followed Chief Zhong to "fight enemies."
Anyway, you hit everyone.
After taking off all their clothes, the dead people actually look similar.
With similar thoughts, the mountain people followed their chieftain Zhong Gaizi and attacked the former Paoze wildly.
In the blink of an eye, they cut down more than half of the two hundred soldiers led by Yang Xiong.
The remaining half of the pack, leaderless, screamed, turned around and ran away.
"Let's fight against our enemies.
Master Lu promised that we will settle the matter on the spot, each with ten guans."
Zhong Shorty raised the guard's caltrop bones high in the air and shouted loudly.
Ten Huaiyang copper coins are enough for the brothers and their families to move out of the mountains and find another way of life.
The mountain people are unwilling to seek a living on the plains, not because they are born lazy, but because they simply do not have the capital to settle down and live on the plains.
And after fighting this battle, the capital will be available immediately.
Not only did the mountain people under Zhong Tusi have it, but Zhong Tusi himself could also live a happy and carefree life.
Director Lu of the Huai'an Military Intelligence Department was generous and gave him 50,000 yuan as a deposit alone.
Even if the other half is not honored later, after rewarding each of his subordinates with ten guans, Zhong Chaozi himself can still pocket forty-five thousand.
As the saying goes, under heavy rewards, there must be brave men.
In the past few years, the mountain people have followed Yang Wanzhe and plundered everywhere.
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In the end, most of the proceeds were confiscated, but not much actually fell into their hands.
But tonight, Zhong Xiaozi promised a reward of ten coins in front of everyone, which immediately boosted everyone's morale.
Wielding iron swords, axes, and scimitars, he rushed forward and quickly smashed all obstacles along the way into meat pies.
As for the second wave of four hundred men who rushed over, they were first staggered by their own insurgents in the dark.
Before they could stabilize their formation, they saw Zhong Xiaozi, one of the best generals in the army, rushing towards them with hundreds of his companions.
For a moment, those who could resist were killed, and people turned on their backs and ran away with their heads in their hands.
"Hold the central army to the letter and remain unchanged in response to all changes.
After dawn, the thieves will be defeated."
Seeing that the surrounding hills, large and small, were in a mess, but there were people on Ziyun Hill, making it difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
Zhang Yu, the military advisor Yang Wanzhe hired with a lot of money, jumped up and reminded him hoarsely.
This move can't be said to be just the right medicine.
The mountain road is steep, and whether it is the mountain people themselves or the Huai'an army who sneaked up, the number of the troublemakers is unlikely to be too large.
Therefore, the best tactic is to "drag" and defend the central army, so that the "rebellious soldiers" cannot continue to expand the chaos.
And as soon as it gets dark, the enemy and us will be clearly distinguished immediately.
By then, how could the Miao army, with tens of thousands of veterans from hundreds of battles, be unable to do anything to the opponent's mere few thousand people?
"Blow the trumpet and send an order to Feng An, Xi Liang, and Qin Wuyun, and ask the three of them to bring their troops and horses and move closer to me quickly."
Yang Wanzhe had always relied heavily on the old scholar Zhang Yu.
In a panic, he immediately paid this man's advice to him.
Various implementations.
"Blow the trumpet and ask the nearby mountains to speed up the blowing of the trumpet and ask Yang to inform.
Yang Tongtai will quickly return to escort him.
Blow the trumpet and tell other ministries to strictly guard the camp and not act rashly."
A series of commands were passed down and immediately turned into waves of ups and downs of horns, "Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" It was so noisy that one's heart wanted to jump out of the throat, and the stomach, intestines, liver, and lungs were churning incessantly.
The Miao soldiers who were at a loss quickly found the backbone.
Under the leadership of the twine, the small gong and the leaders, they stabilized the team and alleviated the chaos.
After all, it is an old team with rich combat experience.
When the coach took the correct measures, order soon began to be restored.
Some brave and careful little gongs also took the initiative to send their henchmen to force the defeated troops who were relatively close to them into their own ranks.
Anyone who refuses to obey orders will be killed with a single blow to prevent them from spreading fear and chaos.
With their concerted efforts, Zhong Chaozi's offensive was quickly contained.
More than 300 tribesmen were fighting fiercely under the stimulation of the heavy reward.
However, there were more and more Miao troops around them, and they were about to form an encirclement.
At this moment, several sparks suddenly jumped up in the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, Mars jumped into the air, drawing out several bright arcs.
Hundreds of iron lumps dragging arcs fell from mid-air and hit the heads of the Miao troops hard.
Then it exploded, sending countless pieces of severed limbs and meat into the sky.
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" It's not an artillery piece, but the power of the explosion is no less than that of an artillery piece.
Qianhu Su Shi of the Miao Army, who was leading his troops to block Zhong Gaizi's path, felt a string of muffled thunder roll under his feet, and the brothers around him fell down neatly like sorghum hit by hail.
Immediately, he saw a scarlet battle flag emerging from the flames of death.
Under the flag, a general wearing a stainless steel waistcoat suddenly waved his hand forward, creating hundreds of bright arcs.
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" Thunder rolled, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and it was torn apart in front of Note: I was almost exhausted after sitting on a plane for more than ten hours.
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