Li Mingxun's order was issued, and Wu Mu calmly took out a feather arrow, straight shaft and white goose feathers. He grinned and pulled the long-shot bow that Donglu often used. The white arrowhead was pulled to his ears, aiming at the thigh of a barbarian who was bent over and passing the horse, loosened the bowstring, and the willow leaf arrow cut through the air, directly shot through the guy's thigh, nailing it with the wooden stake behind it.

Wu Mu recurs in this cycle, taking arrows, pulling bows, shooting arrows, and moving calmly. The same is true for his Qiliemi archers. For these Qilie charming people who can shoot squirrels at the age of five to make food, there is no difference between those barbarians who cannot quickly avoid in the fortifications and targets.

The arrows were sparse, but the effect was very significant. The screams of the unlucky person who was caught in the arrow sounded, and the blood stained the fertile land red. The counterattack from the high mountain barbarians was soft and powerless. Their spear throwing, soft bows and stone-capping ropes were rarely accurate at fifty steps, and there was almost no effect except for letting the archers bow their heads to avoid them.

The armored soldiers blocked the door had no intention of avoiding them. The pebbles shot from the stone-casting rope and the wooden arrows from the soft bow hit their armor, but they made a jingle sound. After a while, some idiot let out a dull laugh, which attracted a group of beggars and mysterious armored soldiers to laugh.

However, the laughter aroused the anger of the Gaoshan Barbarians. The guys seemed crazy, regardless of arrows and spears, forcibly drilled over the horse and crossed their eyes. Even though the spikes and thorns on them made them bruised, the group of guys seemed to have no feeling. Some people even raised their own bodies to cover the arrows. The crazy Gaoshan Barbarians crossed the defense line in front, threw the body into a trench full of bamboo sticks, jumped over, and pushed the fence.

But the fence was eight feet high and more than three feet deep into the ground, and it was reinforced by large nails and ropes. It was not so easy to push down. The barbarians who could not open the gap rushed to the camp gate and jumped directly onto the steel defense line of the armored soldiers.

These geeks are charmingly arranged in a tight formation, with eight-foot spears poking out in their hands, constantly assassinating the approaching barbarians. Even when facing hundreds of people, the formation is still uneven. The high mountain barbarians don't even give them a chance to get closer.

Although the Gaoshan Barbarians were fierce, their precise arrows and powerful armored soldiers left them helpless. When the Qiliemi armored soldiers made a neat battle cry and assassinated more than ten people to the ground, the bloody killing finally made the Gaoshan Barbarian's tense nerves reach the critical point. The first person screamed and ran backward, which caused the second person to escape, and then everyone was in a mess, causing a large-scale collapse.

Seeing that the enemy's momentum was exhausted, the armored soldiers threw away the spear in their hands, drew out the Japanese sword, and rushed into the crowd to chase and kill. More than 500 people came to attack, but in the end less than one-third fled into the jungle, and the rest were either dead or injured.

Li Mingxun had never been on the battlefield, but he was sweating all over after watching the game. Wu Mu ran over and said, "Master, our people were injured twelve, all of them were slightly injured, and four died. The only bad thing is that the little master was injured. Please punish me!"

"Ahai, what's wrong with Ahai?" Li Mingxun asked hurriedly.

Ah Hai staggered over and said with a depressed look on his face: "Master, I was shot in the butt by the barbarian's arrow. Damn, it's so unlucky!"

These words caused a burst of cheers, and Li Mingxun laughed. The cheerful atmosphere infected the villagers of Huweilong Club hiding in the camp. When they walked out of the thatched hut and the cellar, they saw that the corpses of high mountain barbarians were all over the camp gate, and they also joined the enthusiastic shouts. Only Baron leaned against a big tree with a blue face and lowered his head to meditate.

From childhood to adulthood, Baron grew up in the battle with the Gaoshan Barbarians. When did he see them suffering huge casualties? How could they have fled in panic? The hundreds of people captured and killed today may be more than the history of the Huwei Long Society. The opponents of Gaoshan Barbarians only died and injured less than twenty people.

Is it because of excellent weapons? Baron thought to himself, but he rejected this view himself. A voice in his heart told him that even if the allies of Tenglong Trading Company do not have hard bows and iron armor, they will win, but there will be more casualties. But what is that? They are good at building fortifications, and they are skillful in cooperation or the simple but effective formation.

"Balon has a drink, you and I are today...ah!" Doya came over at some point and handed him a wooden cup. He wanted to say something, but in the end he turned into a sigh of unwillingness. Baron raised his head and saw something from Doya's unwilling eyes. Maybe he had the same thoughts in his heart as himself at this time.

Baron drank it all in one drink, but the mellow and strong rum used to make Baron's mouth full of bitterness.

When Baron walked out of his loss, he found that Li Mingxun had already brought his soldiers to clean up the battlefield. Blood and corpses were everywhere outside the camp, and wailing sounds sounded in his ears. Although many people died in the battle by the barbarians of the mountains, the number of people who knelt on the ground begging for mercy and were injured and captured was more than 200.

The strong armored soldiers were tied up the prisoners with ropes, helping them pull out the arrows, and then poured them with strong alcohol to prevent inflammation. Some seriously injured people were also given medicine. Baron walked over and asked, "Shopkeeper Li, how do you deal with these prisoners? If you want to behead your head, you'll leave it to us!"

Li Mingxun smiled and said, "Balon, these are my spoils and my private property. I don't want to kill them. My farm and winery need a lot of coolies to work. Since these people can fight, they can work!"

"They are cruel and terrifying high mountain barbarians!" Baron growled, his eyes full of vigilance.

Lee Mingxun nodded slightly, patted Baron's broad shoulders, and said, "That was before, not now. They are just a group of courageous slaves."

Baron looked in the direction Li Mingxun pointed, and the groups of high mountains were kneeling on the ground in unison, their dirty faces were filled with fear, and their eyes did not even dare to look directly at the charming beggars.

Baron sighed. He knew that he was not qualified to accuse Li Mingxun of his behavior, so he had to ask: "What are we doing now?"

Lee Myung-hoon said: "Close the camp gate, let the spearmen in your club stand inside the fence, the spearmen climb up the shooting tower, replace my people, and the horse-rejecting stakes outside, which are very useful, strengthen them. If you have no customary taboos, I hope your women can provide my soldiers with hot rice and hot water."

"Okay, but I want to remind you that Saltu will definitely fight to the death next time he attacks!" said Baron.

Li Mingxun waved his hand: "Then let him bleed!"

All night, Li Mingxun, who was lying in the pile of thatched trees, was tortured by the sound of knife and axe cutting. He thought it was Baron's continuous reinforcement of fortifications day and night, but after he got up, he found that the sound came from outside. The mountain mankind was cutting branches with stone axes and tied them with vines to become shields. Judging from the shape and size of the shield, it seemed that it also had the function of a springboard to cross the trench.

Li Mingxun rubbed his eyes and found that the barbarian had set up a platform less than 300 steps outside the camp, which seemed to be a military tent, but when he saw the totem flags raised with a long pole, Li Mingxun believed that it was an altar.

"Zhao Sandao, can the cyclone cannon hit that position?" Li Mingxun asked the gunner.

Zhao Sandao shook his head: "No, the cyclone cannon only has shotguns and no solid cannons. At most, it can take two hundred steps."

Li Mingxun couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. If he could fight, a round of volleys would destroy the sacrificial commander and leader, and the battle would end and no one would have to die.

At this time, Li Mingxun saw more than 20 tied people being pulled onto the altar. As the knife fell, their arms and thighs were cut off, thrown from the altar, and thrown in front of the barbarians below the stage. The undead people let out a shrill wail, so that Li Mingxun could not hear Saltu's passionate speech.

"What are they doing? Is this a sacrifice?" Li Mingxun asked in confusion.

Baron shook his head slightly, expressing his confusion, but Duoya's voice sounded: "Shopkeeper Li, they should be punishing cowards and deserters."

Ah Hai said, "No, they ran back yesterday, but there were nearly two hundred people. If they killed this way, would all the warriors in Sartu's own village community die?"

But Doya said: "Of course, they won't kill them all. This should be a punishment for those who lost their weapons during the escape."

"I really laugh at you for fifty steps, I'm all cowards who run for life, and I'll score 3,600 points. These barbarians are really funny." Ah Hai said contempt without hesitation.

Li Mingxun's face became much more serious and said, "Don't say too much. Sartu is a capable person. If he hadn't met me, he might have established a force similar to Dadu Fan. His actions have already established his authority just now. I think the barbarians will fight to the death, and the following battle will be difficult to fight."

But Doya said: "Our village community will fight to the end!"

Li Mingxun looked at him in surprise, and Duoya said bitterly with his face: "Gaoshanman is different from us. If he defeats them, he will kill all the people, and women and children will not let them go!"

The atmosphere in the camp became tense for a moment. As Saltu issued an order to attack, at least two thousand high mountain barbarians rolled in like a torrent. Walking in front were warriors carrying wooden rafts. They slowly advanced, covering arrows with wide wooden rafts, and cooperated with the people holding the axes behind to clean the fortifications in front of them. They cut off the horses, pulled out the wooden stakes, and divided into four teams to clear out four roads and move forward all the way.

There was a dead silence in the camp, with only a dozen charming archers shooting archery. Taking advantage of the gap between the wooden rafts, they shot Gaoshanman's lower limbs, but the effect was not obvious. Li Mingxun waited quietly, waiting for Gaoshanman to approach, his expression was a little nervous. After all, there were too many people in front of him, more than twice as many as his own. Li Mingxun's palms began to sweat and his face turned red. He could only move forward a little further to avoid his subordinates from seeing affecting the morale of the army.

Zhao Sandao's voice sounded in Li Mingxun's ears, and he said, "Big shopkeeper, the villain feels that our musket should be able to penetrate the barbarian's wooden raft at fifty steps!"

Lee Mingxun asked: "Why do you say that?"

Zhao Sandao pointed to the nearest wooden raft that he leaned against and said, "Look at the big shopkeeper, the wooden raft is six feet high and more than two feet wide. It uses freshly cut branches and vines. It has a lot of moisture. Even so, five people can carry it. It is not too thick. It is not covered with cowhide and horse leather. The defense is definitely not good."

As he said that, Zhao Sandao gritted his teeth and said, "Big shopkeeper, even if the musket cannot be penetrated, our circumference cannon will definitely be destroyed!"

"Okay, go and try it. If it doesn't work, don't waste your medicine." Li Mingxun said.

Zhao Sandao smiled and called his gun team to move, and moved directly from the side to the front of a group of barbarians. Seeing the barbarians holding wooden rafts and demolishing fortifications, entering within seventy steps, Zhao Sandao personally snatched the cannon, aiming at a wooden raft, and ignited the fuse.

With a rumbling sound, the cannon car rushes and retreats a lot. Hundreds of leads in the cannon barrel flew out under the shooting of gunpowder. The distance was too close, and most of the hits hit the barbarian's wooden raft. The wooden raft was directly dispersed. The wood chips were flying everywhere. The dozen people hiding behind were beaten and flesh flew everywhere. The pieces of meat and internal organs were mixed together, and their intestines and stomachs hung on the horses on the side.

Gao Shanman was frightened by the sudden loud noise and the blooming fire. When the storm of lead shots shot by, the corpses and limbs on the ground frightened many people to lie on the ground, folded their hands together, and actually prayed. However, Zhao Sandao ignored these things and quickly replaced another sub-gun, fired again, directly dispersed the two wooden rafts and took more than a dozen lives.

Bang bang bang bang!

Another round cannon and gun team also began to fire volleys. As rows of fire lights ejected from behind the fence, the four rushing teams of high mountain barbarians obviously stopped. Lead bullets penetrated the wooden raft and knocked people to the ground. The archers also began to shoot, and the harvested lives fell down like thatched.

"Recharge, aim, strike!" Li Mingxun used a long command to command the skilled musketeers in the guards. These guys could complete a shooting within one minute, which was completely worthy of their salary of two taels of silver per month. The two cyclone cannons kept changing positions, knocking on the team organized by the Gaoshan Barbarians from all angles.

However, as the high mountain barbarians approached, the efficiency of both gunners and archers was reduced, especially within fifty steps, the barbarians' stone-throwing ropes and spear throwing more accurately. Even the bone arrows and wooden arrows shot out of the soft bow could harm these elite soldiers.

After hundreds of lives, the first batch of high mountain man who broke through the frontier finally arrived at the trench. They put wooden rafts on the trench and hung the upper part of the fence with ropes. Everyone worked together to pull them, while more people fought fiercely with the spearmen inside through the fence.

Soon, a piece of fence could not withstand the rampage of the barbarians. After the collapse, several unlucky ghosts were killed, forming a huge gap, and then turned into a whirlpool of fighting. This gap attracted the most fierce and desperate warriors among the barbarians. Hundreds of people were wielding weapons to break through the defense of the armored soldiers inside. More people were enlarged. People and steel, life and gunpowder were all pulled by the whirlpool. Spears, Japanese swords, and stone axes collided with each other, and the broken tendons and bones and metal roared one after another. The creepy cry was agitated, and the stiffness seemed to be like the evil spirits and evil spirits in hell were released.
Chapter completed!