The battle without suspense ended soon, with the roars and fighting among the mountains and fields getting lower and lower. Later, it took a long time for someone to scream: "Here... there is a soldier who hides..."

Then a group of people shouted in unison: "Don't let go... catch..."

"ah!"

Soon, this kind of dying movement returned to calm...

After the officers and soldiers completely collapsed, they began to flee to the grass, valleys and woods. Some were chased and killed while running away, some were captured alive, and then surrendered quickly, and some escaped successfully. After dozens of days, they wore out of the Huanglong Mountains in rags and returned to the land under the imperial court.

Wang Er led his troops to the trapped No. 3 branch, intending to retake the village, and also seized some of the supplies piled up by the officers and soldiers in the No. 3 branch. Miao Mei led his troops to the camp where the officers and soldiers were left below the No. 3 branch, preparing to receive the supplies from the camp. The desperate Saburo was staring at the Shenji Camp and chasing them. The lion dog led his people to search for the officers and soldiers who had escaped the net in the mountains, capturing or killing them one by one. As for Xu Renjie, he had already led 800 people to chase Du Wenhuan to the west... Even the shadow was gone.

The battle scene this time is more complicated than any battle that Huanglong Mountain Village has encountered in the past. Whether it is the officers and soldiers, they are divided into several teams, and march or fight in several places at the same time. It is no exaggeration to say that the Huanglong Mountains are no longer a battlefield, but a war zone, and multiple battles are happening at the same time at the same time.

Some friends who are not familiar with ancient wars, or those who have played too much games, think that fighting is like two groups of soldiers with numbers marked on their heads, and they will be killed after the collision... This idea is very wrong. Two large legions are fighting in complex terrain. After fighting, they often have one unit in the east and one unit in the west. You are circling, I am moving forward, you are retreating, I am drilling ditch, you are going up the mountain, I am entering the forest...

It's better in the era of hot weapons with radio, and every army can contact each other through radio. However, in this era of cold weapons, which army is where, what kind of battle results have been achieved, what kind of preparations have been made, it depends entirely on scouts and commanders, or even watching the flags from a distance to see the army's chief commander. If you are not careful, you will not know where one of your troops has reached and how strong the combat power it has.

Such complex scenes are also one of the shortcomings of the bandit generals. The bandit soldiers often only know how to get together and rush towards the enemy with a roar. Once such a complex situation is formed, they will begin to lose sight of the situation. The troops cannot cooperate with each other. Ninety-one of the bandits are defeated by the officers and soldiers.

But this time the bandits were not so easy to bully. Zhu Yuanzhang sat in front of the main camp gate. While confirming the flags in the valley with his own eyes, he listened to the scout's information. In his mind, it seemed that there was an electronic imaging map that clearly marked the current location of each army.

"Report to Brother Zhu, Brother Wang, the second brother of Wang, has captured the No. 3 branch and wiped out all the officers and soldiers left there... Now he is re-controlling the situation of the No. 3 branch." A scout reported.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, and his mind quickly re-marked the location of Wang Er...

"Report to Brother Zhu, Brother Miao Mei has successfully captured the camp left by the officers and soldiers, and found that there was no one inside and the supplies were thrown all over the ground. He was asking the soldiers to concentrate these supplies and count the numbers..."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and waved his hand: "Li Chujiu, take a few people to Miao Mei's place and count the materials."

"Yes!" Li Chujiu took ten guards and hurried down the mountain.

"Report to Brother Zhu, the eldest brother of Sanlang has killed the Shenji Camp, seized a large number of firearms, and captured the commander of the Shenji Camp alive! Now on the way back."

"Ha!" Zhu Yuanzhang was overjoyed, patted his thigh and said, "Good job!"

This is the most happy thing. Zhu Yuanzhang sat happily in front of the mountain gate and looked down. After a while, a row of people appeared on the mountain road, which was the troops led by Pinming Sanlang. Pinming Sanlang was walking in the front, holding a bird gun in his hand, looking left and right, constantly fiddling with him.

A group of soldiers following Sanlang were about a hundred people, each holding a bird gun, looking around and laughing clearly from the mountain road: "Hey, who knows how to use this thing?"

"I don't know..." The group of people shook their heads.

"Hey... who told you to kill all the gun soldiers of Shenji Camp? Now there is no one who teaches us to use bird guns..."

"Didn't that Qianhu be captured alive by the desperate brother Sanlang? I heard that Ma Rulong is called..."

"That guy...hey, you're tough. In my opinion, you don't want him to teach you how to play this thing if you kill him..."

"I don't think it's hard to plug gunpowder, plug bullets, and then ignite... it's that simple."

"You fart, be careful that the gunpowder is stuffed too much, turning into a big firecracker, blowing your own arms..."

"Damn it, at worst, I can use this thing as an iron stick!"

"Iron stick? Let me tell you, this bird gun is worth at least fifty taels of silver. If you use it as an iron stick, be careful that brothers, I will beat you out of the mountain..."

"Coax!" The group of people laughed.

Behind this group of laughing soldiers was a group of sweaty soldiers. They were dragging a giant with more than a dozen ropes to walk up the mountain with difficulty. The thing was the "Thousand-Kim Furang Machine Cannon" brought by the Shenji Camp. As mentioned earlier, the Thousand-Kim Furang Machine Cannon was actually not weighing a thousand pounds, but in fact the weight was a little over five hundred pounds, but even five hundred pounds was not easy to carry. So Saburo sent more than a dozen tall and strong barbarian soldiers to "tire up" the Furang machine cannon with hemp ropes as thick as fingers, and then pulled the thing up the mountain like a boat.

This job is really tiring. The dozen or so barbarians who pulled the cannons were all very tired, and their upper clothes were wet with sweat. But they were also very happy. The one who walked in the front was in the mood to laugh at the group of those holding bird guns: "Hey, I said you fools, it would be great if you snatch the bird gun? Look at what grandpa is dragging! Hahaha!"

"Yes!" Another soldier who pulled the cannon laughed: "Grandpas are called cannons. The thing in your hands is called guns. The name alone is more powerful than yours... We fired a shot, and it made you scream..."

"That's right, let's grab this thing, even if it is used to melt iron, it will be more than 500 kilograms... The bird gun you robbed is a ball..."

There was a lot of joy, with jokes without malicious quarrels. This was the most common benign comparison in the army, so no chief would care about this matter and let them quarrel.

After a while, the group of people climbed to the top of the mountain and stood in front of Zhu Yuanzhang. The desperate Sanlang said happily: "Brother Zhu, fortunately, I snatched back a Flang machine cannon and 121 bird guns, hahaha! I also caught the Thousand Houses of the Divine Machinery Officer Ma Rulong."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with a smile, encouraging the desperate Saburo to say, "Well done well, you can make great contributions this time."

"I originally wanted to kill Ma Rulong with one knife." Sanlang said helplessly: "But the brothers were too ruthless and killed all the gun soldiers of Shenji Camp... I thought about it, no one would use the stolen bird gun cannon! I had to keep Ma Rulong's life and let him spit out the method of use. Haha!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes turned and swept over the bandits behind Sanlang. He thought to himself: Of course these guys are ruthless. When they lost the No. 3 division of the village, they must have been very angry with Shenji Camp. Once they have the upper hand, there is no reason not to be ruthless? Forget this kind of thing, it is also very common, so there is no need to say anything.

Sanlang waved his hand desperately, and several bandits brought a man over. The man was Ma Rulong. He was originally wearing a bright Wenshan armor, an iron helmet on his head, and a feather was inserted into the tip of the helmet. Now that his outfit has been stripped naked, he is only wearing a thin layer of middle clothes, his hands are tied with ropes, and they are cut behind him.

When Ma Rulong saw Zhu Yuanzhang, he immediately "snatched" and said, "Are you the thief Zhu Ba?"

Zhu Yuanzhang did not answer him. If he answered at this time: I am Zhu Ba, then he would become the right to speak by the other party, which is not his favorite way of speaking.

He asked directly: "Are you the commander of Shenji Camp?"

When Ma Rulong was asked back by him, he felt an indescribable feeling. The young man in front of him looked solemn and calm and generous. He could see a sense of righteousness between his every move and his eyebrows. How could he look like a thief? He really looked like the demeanor of a high-ranking official in the court. What kind of person is this that popped out of the crack of the stone?

His aura was taken away and he replied reflexively: "That's right, I am a thousand-house horse Rulong in the Shenji Camp."

Zhu Yuanzhang said seriously: "Are you willing to stay and teach my brothers how to use firearms?"

Hearing this question, a hint of lust flashed in Ma Rulong's eyes. The energy that had just been snatched has recovered a little. His arrogance rose and he shouted: "Of course I don't want to! You despised men in the mountain village are not qualified to use novel things like firearms. Even if you kill me, I will not teach you."

"Ha, I just ask casually, but I don't really want you to teach you!" Zhu Yuanzhang took the musket from a bandit soldier holding a gun, and then took the gunpowder bag and bullet bag he grabbed. He moved his hands skillfully, and swiped it. He loaded an ammunition for a bird gun in every turn, inserted a fuse rope in the gunpowder room, and handed the bird gun loaded with his ammunition to a bandit next to him: "Hold it with both hands, half squatted down, pressed the handle of the gun with his shoulder, and pointed the muzzle at the tree next to him..."

While speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang took out the fire note and lit the fuse casually.

Looking at his skillful and natural movements, Ma Rulong's face turned red in an instant: "This...you...you can actually use a firearm..."
Chapter completed!