For a moment, the scene was in chaos. Unpredictable, Lao Huihui's men fell to the ground, and the food and grass were also stretched into a sea of ​​fire. (23w[x]

Affected by the climate of the Little Glacier, the climate in the Ming Dynasty was drought and rainy, and the weather was hot and dry. The food and herbs were originally dry things. After a moment, they poured oil and other things on it. It was even more uncontrollable. In a blink of an eye, a raging fire was lit on the spot. The smell of burning food could be smelled far away. In order to burn more thoroughly, the fine work of sneaking into the mob pushed the burned food to the ground. The remaining food continued to ignite, and even put the food bags on the ground.

Destruction, completely destroying, can't be robbed, and the old Huihui will not be allowed to transport the food away.

"Kill"

"Not good, the food is burned."

"Quick, put out the fire"

The scene was in chaos, with fighting, screams, exclamations, and the sound of burning food. Against the backdrop of the sword and sword shadows, the scene seemed to have become as miserable as Shura hell. Due to panic, the elderly, children, sick and disabled people stepped on in panic, and many casualties were killed and injured by the trampling alone.

However, these casualties did not have much significance for Lao Huihui, because the crowd was crowded, which hindered his men from stopping those who were making fire and allowed them to escape. In order to open the way, Lao Huihui also ordered the people who followed him to use a butcher's knife to open a bloody road.

Those fine moves are fast and run faster. While the chaos and the sky is not yet clear, they hide in the dense forest next to them, and slip away like rabbits without a trace.

"I'm going to tear you all the time to the dog officers and soldiers who have been killed these days." When seeing the tragic situation at the scene, Lao Huihui was so angry that she almost fainted and said gritting her teeth.

The scene could be said to be in a mess, the food was either burning or spreading all over the ground, the ground was full of corpses and blood from his subordinates. It could be said that the fire was rising into the sky and screaming endlessly. These officers and soldiers poisoned them and burned their most important food and supplies.

If there were more than a hundred and dozens of subordinates died, Lao Hui would not blink. It was a wasteland year, and if you wanted people, you would respond. Those refugees would have as much as they wanted. Sometimes, there were no need to force them to come and join them when they heard the news. However, the food was different and precious. Huang Xian would rely on it to survive. If there was no food, he would have to drink the northwest wind. However, Lao Hui knew that even if he could drink it, his subordinates would not be able to drink it.

Burning your own food is to drive chickens down the river and rush to death. The troops are about to penetrate into the mountains and forests. How can you persist without food?

Lao Huihui understood that the official army attacked the tiger camp, but in fact, they were trying to attack the east and west. They distracted their attention and defense, and used the chaos to make small work to burn their own food and grass. They were really good at picking the time. Just when it was dawn, everyone had just woken up from sleeping, but their minds were not clear, so they were easy to get in and burn their own food and grass.

"It's so hateful. The supervisor team followed me and killed all the scum." Lao Huihui's side of the guard, Ma Jun, had his eyes red, and he waved the big knife in his hand. He wanted to lead the troops to chase him.

"Stop" Lao Huihui cursed loudly: "Hurry, it's important to save food, you can save as much as you can."

Although Lao Huihui wished to tear the food and grass into two halves, he was very sober and calm. He was so careful that he could go into the dense forest. On the one hand, it was difficult to chase, and on the other hand, he didn't know if there was an ambush. Living life is more important than venting breath. As long as he keeps his life, he can revenge slowly, but without food and grass, his life is difficult to save. As soon as he was stopped, Lao Huihui ordered his subordinates to rescue the most important food.

"Yes, leader." Ma Jun responded, put the knife back into the scabbard indignation, and said loudly: "Hurry up, grab the food, grab the food."

While he was speaking, he pulled a bag of burning food hard and pulled it to the ground. His eyes lit up quickly: there was still a pack of unburned ones below, but as soon as he dragged it up, he immediately made two rude words. The bag of grain flowed, and white rice flowed on the bloody ground like running water. Look at it again, it turned out that those fine knives had cut a lot of holes in the bag, and it was obvious that they would not leave it to him even if they were ruined.

It's simply broken.

"Quick, put food."

"Come on a bag, or just take a bag of clothes."

"Go quickly, without food, we will all starve to death."

Under Lao Huihui's urging, everyone started to rush to pack food. Some people took off their clothes and rice, some people put rice in pots and bowls, and some people held up the white rice soaked in blood on the ground with their hands. These are rice soaked in blood and sweat.

What a good food, you don’t have to go hungry when you have food. In the deserted years, this is a treasure that cannot be exchanged for gold.

Seeing the food being ruined like this, they felt frustrated. Many people cried, picking up hard-earned food while crying.

These foods were grown by them, but they were not dominated by them, just as their own lives could not be dominated by themselves. They created wealth with their hands and sweat, but unfortunately they could not enjoy them.

The reality is cruel, so cruel that it is impossible to face. It is just that when everyone is busy trying to rescue the small amount of rice and grain, they suddenly hear the sound of muskets not far away. The sound is as dense as firecrackers during the New Year, accompanied by the sound of muskets, and the neighing of horses.

Lao Huihui's heart suddenly sank: he only had more than 80 seven-eyed guns in his hand, and more than ten of them were broken. He has been short of ammunition recently and rarely fired. Besides, those muskets were just distributed to his personal guards. The muskets he heard now must belong to officers and soldiers. Who are these? So many cavalrymen, and muskets?

Could it be that the imperial musket team is coming?

In less than half a quarter of an hour, a messenger rushed over on a horse. The horse seemed to have been injured and ran away, which seemed to be worried. When he was still seven or eight feet away from Lao Huihui, he fell to the ground. The messenger riding a horse was very anxious and rushed over and said loudly: "Chief, it's not good. The brothers of the Dragon Camp were ambushed by the officers and soldiers, and they suffered heavy casualties. The firepower of the officers and soldiers' muskets was very strong, and the brothers of the Tiger Camp also suffered great casualties. The second leader asked the young leader to inform the leader to accelerate the transfer. They were almost unable to withstand it."

I just don’t have to ask questions. Lao Huihui already knew that he couldn’t resist it. While the messenger was speaking, the musket never stopped. It was as dense as fried beans, and it was endless. It should have three-stage uninterrupted firing. There were at least hundreds of muskets when I heard the sound of gunfire.

Oh my God, can the mobs under my subordinates resist this firepower? I heard the sound of escape, looked towards the direction of the tiger camp, and saw his subordinates running desperately towards him as if they had lost their souls. The officers and soldiers in armor were chasing behind, chasing and shooting, and the arrows and iron balls were fired.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat.

It is obvious that the officers and soldiers' planning this time was a very successful plan. They not only burned their own food and grass, but also ambushed their most elite dragon camp. In an instant, Lao Huihui's heart was cold: the officers and soldiers were not only elite enough, but also the opponent's chief general was also very difficult to deal with.

There is an opponent like this who can't eat well and can't sleep well.

"Hurry, run northwest and throw away all the useless things at me. The Leopard Camp was changed to the rear camp to be responsible for the rear camp." Lao Huihui said with a cold face: "The supervisor team is assisting from the back. If there are those who are afraid to fight, they will kill them without any worries."

The official army was coming in full force, with cavalry and so many muskets. The most relied dragon camp was also ambushed. Lao Huihui did not have all the courage to fight to the death with the official army. He left the green mountains without fear of no firewood. He could still attack him if he lost his family. If he had lost his family's wealth and had no "seeds", it would be difficult to turn over in the future and even be annexed by others.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy. As long as you enter the deep mountains and forests, you will not be afraid of the government army.

If you want to leave, you will naturally use cannon fodder to consume the official army behind, buy time for yourself and the main force to transfer, and leave the supervision team to assist. It is just an excuse. It is because people in the Leopard Camp do not resist the official army or flee on a large scale before they fight, and retreat almost. Can they escape and catch up with most of them? That is, life and death are destined to live and wealth are in the sky, and those women and children are also beneficial, because most of them are the families of the Leopard Camp cannon fodder. With these women and children, they dare not escape or defect. When necessary, they can also be used as bait to escape at a critical moment.

Everyone had long wanted to escape. When they heard Lao Huihui's orders, they spread their feet and drilled up the mountain, fearing that they would be beheaded by the officers and soldiers if they walked slowly. It has to be said that when people faced a critical moment of life and death, they often exuded amazing potential. The young man was as fast as a whirlwind. The elderly seemed to be rejuvenated and ran no less than the young people. Even those women, they were extremely agile in their bodies...

In less than two quarters of an hour, thousands of people fled into the mountains. When Lu Haoshan arrived at the scene of burning food, there was no living person except the corpses on the ground and the few people who were seriously injured and struggling. The rest were the unburned fire heads, the injured horses neighing on the ground, the food that fell on the ground, the discarded clothes, the decorations, various pots, pans, spoons and other households, and they ran very quickly.

"Sir, I'll take people to chase you." Li Dingguo said with a warlike look on his face.

Zhao Gongchang also asked for a fight and said, "Sir, villain is willing to bring you the old Huihui's head back."

Lu Haoshan waved his hand and said, "Forget it, don't chase the enemy. Our goal has been achieved. There is no need to force him into anger. It's like fishing. You have to grind it for a little longer, otherwise the fishing line will be broken."

According to the plan, burning the food and grass, and then driving Lao Huihui into the difficult-to-replenish mountains to achieve its goal. This is the reason why Lao Huihui can escape "smoothly" and it is also the reason why Zhao Gongchang and Li Dingguo need to ask for battle from Lu Haoshan.

"Yes, sir." Everyone could obey Lu Haoshan's advice.

Sun Xiong said with a curious look: "Sir, what are we going to do now?"

"Silly" Lu Haoshan pointed around and said with some regret: "Did you see that there are food, discarded goods, weapons, and scattered horses here, and you won't pick them up even if you see them? It's simply a waste of life. Besides, these corpses are also the meritorious service of our bandit suppression. Please clean them up and let the local government count them. It's good to record a note in our credit book in the future."
Chapter completed!