The yard that Malgen and others saw was actually the backyard wall of the Tongguan Governor's Yamen. When everyone got closer, they realized that the Yamen was really not small. The wall extends to the other end of the long street.

Not far from the courtyard wall, there was a small corner door with several chains wrapped around it. Morgen used a knife to cut open the chain, but did not dare to bring people in easily. Instead, he asked several soldiers to step on each other and climb up the wall to see the situation inside the yamen to prevent any powerful ambush inside.

Several soldiers climbed up to the wall and found that there was a small building inside the yard, which was quiet and empty.

Morgen then felt relieved. Because the corner gate was narrow and there seemed to be no horses in the courtyard, Morgen asked someone to tie all the accompanying war horses outside.

Mo Jiuduo added a layer of caution, stopped the Han army soldiers who were preparing to follow in, and said, "Don't go in, stay outside to guard the horses, and support them at any time to prevent accidents."

Seeing that the captains of Mo Jiu were about to seize the flag, Mo Jiu stopped him outside, he was naturally not very willing, but the military orders were as good as a mountain, and there was no way.

Moreover, these war horses are the lifeblood of military generals. If hundreds of horses are left outside without anyone taking care of them, it is indeed not the case. Everyone is jealous of the great achievements of seizing the flag. It is impossible to say that the Manchu white-armored soldier is watching the horses outside and go in and seize the flag and make contributions.

I can only hope that after the Manchus won the flag and made meritorious, I can thank the Han army for their contributions to guarding the horses outside. I will have some soup after eating meat.

After Mo Jiu's arrangement was completed, he immediately removed the equipment that could be used for the slap, lead ball, gunpowder bag and other equipment that could be used in the field, and hung it carefully around his waist one by one. At the same time, the premonition of anxiety in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Since it is the location of the enemy's flag, it should be heavily guarded. But now there is no guarding soldier at the back door. I have never heard of any head coach's headquarters, and the front guard is tightly guarded. The back door is wide open and there is no one there.

Mo Jiu has always believed in one truth, that is, when something is always beyond his control, danger is about to come.

Now the big flag in Tongguan is right in front of you, and Morgen holds his white armored soldiers with extraordinary combat power. Not to mention that you can't see any defenders now, even if the big flag is really under the heavy protection of the enemy, Morgen might have to give it a try.

If I told Morgen now that I had some bad premonition and asked Morgen to give up the credit for robbing the flag, Morgen would not only not listen, but would look down on me. And the slight friendship he cultivated with his attentiveness and the Manchus for most of the day was cut off.

So Mo Jiu had to secretly take a twelve-point spirit and attention. He checked his equipment repeatedly for a few times, tied it tightly, and stuck it tightly on his body.

Before entering the yard, he turned around and told his subordinates to keep them safe and be careful.

Seeing that Mo Jiu was so cautious, Morgen not only put all the mates outside to support him, but even ordered that these mates not be allowed to take off the horse and rest. He felt that it was a bit of a big deal, and couldn't help laughing:

"I said Mo Jiu, you are too polite to the soldiers. It's right to be careful on the battlefield, but you're too careful. Brothers have been tired for a long time, so don't even let your brothers get off?"

But Mo Jiu didn't argue much, but said lightly: "Sir, I'm laughing."

Seeing that Mo Jiu had not been involved, Morgen didn't say anything more. After all, it was the Han army's own family affairs, and it was nothing bad to guard the horses with more people. These white-armored soldiers had excellent martial arts skills, so it would be no problem to seize the military commander's office, and they really didn't need the help of the Han army flag.

So he also sorted out his carry-on equipment and led the white-armored soldiers and Mo Jiu into the backyard of the Supervisor's Office.

This Superior Office was built according to the traditional Chinese pattern of front hall and back bedroom. The backyard is a two-story building. The family of Boma Shiyao in Wushan has always lived here.

A few days ago, Emperor Yongchang of Dashun Li Zicheng rushed to Tongguan, and Ma Shiyao cleaned up the small building and prepared to let Li Zicheng move in. Unexpectedly, Li Zicheng issued an edict that due to the urgent military situation, he only lived in the military camp outside the East City and did not return to Tongguan.

Although the emperor could not say that he could not stay in Tongguan, Ma Shiyao had to make preparations. Therefore, the cleaned-up building did not allow his family to live back.

Later, when Li Zicheng withdrew his troops from Tongguan, Ma Shiyao sent his family out of the city overnight, and the small building was empty.

Morgen and his white-armored soldiers walked around the building roughly and found that the building was cleaned up. I don’t know how many times the stone slabs at the door were washed with clean water, and they had already revealed their true colors. The two wintersweets in the courtyard were about to bloom, with a slight snow on it, and they trembled gently as the breeze hit.

Two magpies fell from the eaves of the small building. When they saw someone coming, they flew to the high place.

A soldier under his command went into the building to search and returned it to Morgen and said that there was no one in the building. Mo Jiu was worried, so he went in and checked it himself and found that it was indeed not like someone. The building was quiet and elegant, and there seemed to be a faint smell of sandalwood in the air.

Mo Jiu always felt something was wrong. Such a quiet and elegant courtyard could be the academy in Jiangnan or the back garden of a prince, but it should never appear in the center of the battlefield. It should be behind the central headquarters of the army that was heavily guarded by heavy troops.

"Sir, I think the building is well arranged, and there are probably a lot of valuable things. Should I let the brothers search and loot first?"

Mr. Mo Jiu felt that there was something wrong with the front yard of the Governor's yamen, so he just wanted to drag it here for a while. But Morgen looked at Mo Jiu strangely and thought that the success of the flag was right in front of him. Why is this man still thinking about these wealth and property? He is too ignorant of the priorities.

Seeing that Morgen did not speak, Mo Jiu had to laugh and give up.

Morgen led his men through two more yards, but no one saw them. The yard was surprisingly quiet. Another moon gate passed, and it was the back of the front yard hall.

The Supervisor's Office was originally just a temporary Shaanxi prefecture. Because of the wars every year, Tongguan was the gateway of Shaanxi and the top priority of defense. There were Ding Qirui, Sun Chuanting, Hong Chengchou and other bigwigs who came to Tongguan Kaifu to take charge. So the prefecture's office was expanded again and again.

It turned out that the main hall of the prefect's yamen was constructed with five rooms and seven frames, and was built according to the regulations of fourth-rank officials. The passages on both sides of the hall were about one meter wide.

Later, the princes and princes from all walks of life, the governors of the three sides, the Minister of War and other bigwigs took turns to take charge in Tongguan, and the regulations of this hall were too small.

What's even more strange is that although the whole market is coming and going, it is quiet and quiet. There is no such noise of hawking and price ratings in a normal market. In the entire market, except for the occasional friction between clothes and footsteps, it is so quiet that it is scary.

Morgen was also shocked by the dark market in front of him. He didn't hear any sound when he was in the backyard. Unexpectedly, there was such a large group of people gathered in the frontyard.

Fortunately, the more than a hundred white-armored soldiers were in the battlefield for a long time, and they were only surprised for a moment before reacting. They quickly drew their bows and arrows, leaned against the hall, and formed a moon-shaped formation on the steps.

At the same time, the heroes on the market also discovered the Qing army that broke into the back hall. Some of them wrapped the stalls in a roll and ran backwards, while others picked up weapons and rushed towards the Qing army in a mess.

The intrusion of these white-armored soldiers was like pouring a pot of hot water into a oil pan, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

Morgen naturally couldn't tolerate him at this time, and he didn't think about why these heroes set up stalls and sold goods in the Supervisor's Office. He just shouted "Shoot". All the white-armored soldiers pulled the bowstrings together, and countless arrows shot at the crowd below.

These white-armored soldiers are all warriors under Duoduo, and almost all of them have the unique skills of a continuous pearl arrow.

Once your right hand touches the quiver, three eagle feather arrows will be drawn at the same time. Use your little finger and ring finger to clamp one, and use your ring finger and middle finger to clamp one. While holding the other arrow with your thumb and index finger, use the ring finger on your thumb to pull the bowstring open.

After shooting an arrow, you don’t have to go to the quiver again to get the arrow. You can use the extra arrows you clamped with your right hand to continue shooting. The bows and arrows are continuous, and they are extremely powerful. The arrow formation of one hundred people is much more powerful than the ordinary archery team of hundreds of people.

Within a dozen breaths, all the twelve arrows in the quiver pots of the white-armored soldiers were shot in the air, and a corpse was lying densely under the hall.

Morgen gasped and shook his right hand slightly trembling. Even an elite army like Baijia Bayala shot more than a dozen arrows in succession, his body could not bear it.

You should know that at this time, the Shun Army and the Ming Army generally used Kaiyuan bow or small tip bow. The bow arms and bow strings were not long. The bow tires were mostly made of bamboo from the south, and the bow strength was not very strong. Most of them were five-force bows or six-force bows. In other words, as long as there were five or sixty kilograms of arm strength, the bows and arrows of the Ming Army or Shun Army could be pulled open.

Many of the Qing army's bows and arrows were made of purple elm or wood from cold northern areas. The bow arms were extremely long, and the Qing army usually required nine or ten strength bows. White-armored soldiers like Molgen carried strong bows with twelve strength.

This powerful bow with more than a hundred pounds of arm strength was pulled for more than ten times in a row, and even the man who was beaten to the iron would have to breathe for a long time. However, when he saw the hundreds of corpses lying down by His Highness, Morgen couldn't help but laugh proudly.

But Mo Jiu, who was standing behind the formation, was not proud at all at this moment. Instead, he looked at the crowd under the hall with a serious face, thinking.

Mo Jiu never figured out some things. These heroes seemed messy, but they never spoke when they marched and fought. They neither held a plaque in their mouths nor were they mute.

When making moves, you will occasionally make a muffled sound like "huh, ha", and when you are shot by a bow and arrow, you will also make a "ah" scream. But apart from that, there is no other movement.

This kind of discipline was heard in the legendary Yue Family Army. Even the Qi Family Army had never had such rules a few years ago.

What Mo Jiu couldn't understand even more was that this white-armored soldier was completely different from the bows and arrows used by the Shun Army. Although the Kaiyuan bow of the Shun Army was not strong, it had a very fast initial speed and was shot far.

The only thing that is not very good is that it is not very powerful. Many generals with armor can still break the arrows and continue to fight if they do not hit the vital part.

But the bows and arrows of the white armored soldiers are very different, and the arrows themselves are extremely heavy. Although the initial speed of shooting is not fast, they are not as far as the Kaiyuan Bow. However, their power is completely incomparable to the Kaiyuan Bow, and they are best at breaking armor.

Even if you hit an arrow in an unimportant position such as the arm or thigh, it will penetrate deep into the bone marrow. The person who hit the arrow immediately fell to the ground in pain, let alone continued fighting.

But at present, these heroes are thin and in the weather of the first lunar month, not to mention armor, there are many of them without coats. They just simply wear a middle coat and have no defense power at all. They just use their flesh and blood to block the strong bow of the white-armored soldiers.

However, under such circumstances, the willpower of these heroes was amazing. Mo Jiu watched as a person's neck was shot through, and rushed forward for more than twenty steps until he was shot four or five arrows on his body before he slowly fell down.

Morgen lived outside the pass for a long time and didn't know the situation in the Central Plains. Mo Jiu was a native Han Chinese. He knew the most about these common people in the world.

The so-called heroes like to fight cocks, wear gorgeous clothes, like Renxia, ​​and speak very boldly. On the better part, these heroes are heroes who are good at archery, bribery, and eliminate violence and good fortune in the world. On the worse part, these so-called heroes are a group of idle men who are full of food and brags in the market, fighting and walking around the kilns all day long.

But the group of people in front of him were strict discipline and fearless. They rushed towards the white-armored soldiers armed to their teeth almost unarmed.

How could this be a hero? This is clearly a group of Spring and Autumn Deadly Soldiers who value righteousness and defiance!

Morgen didn't see these subtleties in a hurry, but Mo Jiu saw them completely. His expression was even hesitant, and his body quietly took two steps back.

At this time, Morgen's breath was also breathing evenly. Generally speaking, at this time, let alone the so-called heroes, even the old camp of Dashun should retreat with such heavy casualties.

Thinking of this, Morgen straightened his waist and waited for the remaining heroes to run and flee. He ordered the hunt and chopped off the flag in the center of the platform.

But what he never expected was that the heroes who were not shot by the bow and arrow behind did not escape, but instead rushed up with a senseless look on their faces. It was as if the ones who were killed in front of him just now were not hundreds of comrades, but hundreds of chickens.

This shocked Morgen. Generally speaking, even if tens of thousands of troops fight, such huge casualties rarely occur in a short period of time. If the casualties exceed one tenth of the total number, the army will be not far from defeat.

You should know that during the eleventh year of Destiny, Nurhaci sent all his troops to the country and led an army known as 130,000 to besiege Ningyuan City. At that time, the Ming army was a cannon and various firearms. The Qing army also used various siege methods such as gou ladders and acupoint attacks in turn.

In this way, the two sides fought for two days, and only a few thousand people were killed or injured. You know, this is a national war!

The Qing army obviously could not withstand such casualties, so they had no choice but to retreat. Six months later, Nurhaci also ended in hatred.

With a high point in front of him, Malgen and others were among the elite. In addition, the heroes gathered tightly and closely. Under various opportunities, hundreds of people were shot and killed in just a short time.

In theory, even if the other party is an army of tens of thousands of people, they need to avoid their attacks. However, the heroes in front of them were actually not taking the corpses all over the ground seriously. After only a moment of stopping, they rushed up again.

At the critical moment, Molgen could not to think carefully and shouted loudly: "Put the armor-breaking cone"

It turns out that when the white-armored soldiers set out, they would also carry an arrow pouch on their backs. The quiver on their waists only contained ordinary heavy arrows, but the armor-breaking cone made of fine iron was inserted into the arrow pouch.

Although this armor-breaking cone is amazing, it is extremely expensive and it is not easy to build. White armored soldiers are reluctant to use it easily. Only when they encounter an opponent's general wearing heavy armor will they carefully pull out an armor-breaking cone from the arrow bag and snipe.

The situation was urgent at this time, and in desperation, the white armored soldiers had to pull out the armor-breaking cone and shoot again.

With this scramble, the power was a little more powerful than the ordinary heavy arrows just now. The power of this armor-breaking cone was even more amazing. Many arrows were directly penetrated, and the people who were shot fell to the ground. After several rounds of shooting, the bodies under the corner of the hall were already piled up high.

The white-armored soldiers' arrow bags equipped with armor-breaking cones gradually became empty.
Chapter completed!