The streets in the village were constructed with bricks and stones, which were similar to the stalker wall, blocking the bandits' vision. But the figures kept shaking, indicating that the opponent was ready to fight.

Du Qi and other bandit leaders observed for a long time, discussed the offensive plan, and began to organize the team.

The first team is mainly a sword and shield soldier, attacking along a narrow path; the second team is a spear soldier, responsible for responding; the third team holds sharp axes, shovels and picks to level the roadblocks; the fourth team is a concentrated archer, responsible for suppressing and covering the roadblocks.

Judging from the deployment, Du Qi and others were obviously much more cautious, and they invested more than 200 people at once, and took a multi-pronged approach, with half of the troops in total.

With a command, the drum trumpet rang out, and the bandits shouted and launched an attack. The main attacking team held up shields, arranged in a formation, and advanced along the narrow path.

The figures in the village ran and swayed, but did not launch a blocking attack, allowing the thieves to take their own positions and began to fully develop.

"The unruly people may have a few brave men, but they do not have the military strategy of fighting, so they will be defeated." Mr. Qin shook his fan and said in a complimentary and flattering manner: "General, look, our army has passed through the obstacles and opened the access to the village for only a moment."

Du Qi smiled slightly, and agreed with his heart. He felt that after a small setback, he took these ordinary people seriously. Just imagine, these mobs dared not fight in battle, but just huddled in the village, how powerful can they have?

The first team passed through a narrow passage and widened the front and immediately changed its formation. Although there were simple forts, it seemed to be of little effect. The bandits slashed their swords, and these obstacles only affected the speed of their journey and the closeness of the battle formation.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... A bunch of crossbow arrows shot from various obstacles, were shot out from various obstacles. Although it killed several bandits, its power was not great, and it only caused a little chaos.

The sword and shield array was on alert and approached the entrance of the village. The second team of spearmen began to move and trotted quickly through the narrow passage.

Another cluster of crossbow arrows were shot, and the bandits raised their shields to cover them; almost at the same time, a whistle sounded and the figures swayed, and another group of crossbowmen poked out from the cover and shot flat at the bandits.

The screams were heard, and the sneak attack caused more than a dozen bandits to be injured. The reason why it was successful was that the bandits' shield soldiers were not of high quality and lack of strict protection was also one of the factors.

The drum sounded again, and the sword and shield hand accelerated forward, freeing up space for the spearmen. The archers raised their bows and shot them, suppressing them into the village.

That's right, it's only sixty or seventy meters from the nail pile to the village, which is within the range of the bow and arrow. Similarly, the archers are also within the strike range of the stone thrower.

The bandits who had encountered a strong resistance in the past were not strong, so they had already entered the village, and then blocked the wall of the hand. Although they could not see the situation entering the village, the opponent's defense was broken, and Du Qi and other bandit capitals breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the victory was decided. The archers and the bandits who cut down and pushed down the pointed wooden stakes were mobilized and entered the village along the passage without any more effort and time.

After the breakthrough, a large amount of troops was invested. This was nothing wrong, but things were not that simple.

The sword and shield soldiers who walked around several hand-held walls entered the village. They saw a wide street with courtyard houses on both sides. A few dozen meters away, facing them was a rigorous battle formation, with swords and guns flashing coldly, and red scarves on their necks dazzling. In front of the formation were three finished flatbed cars arranged in shape, with a long round tree trunk on the car, hollowed out in the middle, and the black muzzle was aimed at them.

"Go forward, go!" Meng Jiucheng stood behind the car, holding a gun in one hand and a torch in the other, and ordered loudly.

The flatbed cart pushed it and approached the bandits. The troops behind also shouted, and advanced forward with heavy footsteps.

"Brothers, kill me!" The bandits howled and rushed forward along the street.

"Stop!" Meng Jiucheng shouted loudly, his eyes narrowed, and only more than twenty meters were left before he stretched out the torch and lit the lead.

The first cannon sound in world history is my own, and no one can take it away!

Looking forward to the roar of the cannon, Meng Jiucheng gritted his teeth and looked ferocious.

"Boom!" The pine tree cannon suddenly shook back, a ball of gunpowder rose, and hundreds of gravel iron sheets sprayed towards the enemy opposite like raindrops.

"Ah, ah, ah--" Screams and wails one after another. The bandits who were completely unprepared were knocked down. The bandits who covered their wounds and cried on the ground even more screamed like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Second artillery come forward!" Meng Jiucheng shouted loudly and stared fiercely. The soldiers pushing the cart reacted and pushed the cannon cart on the left to the front.

Bomb you to death, bastards!

Meng Jiucheng shouted to stop and stretched out the torch to light the second lead.

Mars flashed, the leads burned quickly, and they sank into the small hole in the pine cannon. Then there was another bang and the smoke rose.

A scream and screamed, and the three cannons were pushed forward again. After a while, the smoke had just dissipated, and Meng Jiucheng fired the third cannon again.

After the bombardment, not many bandits died and were injured, and most importantly, they were already in chaos.

"Kill!" Meng Jiucheng waved his spear and took the lead in rushing over with Qiao E.

"Kill!" The soldiers behind them shouted in battle, crossed the cannon cart and followed closely.

"Kill!" Soldiers rushed out of the yards on both sides.

The chaotic bandits had no idea what weapons the opponent used. The screams and howlings of their companions made them even more despaired. They were led by Meng Jiucheng to rush like a wolf or a tiger, and immediately retreated in panic, leaving behind corpses and shabby blood.

This fierce rush and killing, killing the bandits entering the village and completely controlling the village's hand wall. Meng Jiucheng stopped. Leaving Qiao E and the soldiers to guard him. He turned around and entered a yard where several soldiers had already defended, and ladders were ladders on the big tree in the yard.

Meng Jiucheng climbed up the big tree along the ladder and looked out.

The bandits in the village were killed, and the bandits outside the village were still gathering, along the narrow passage, archers, spearmen, and those who cut down and destroyed the sharp wooden stake formation, were already concentrated in the small open space in front of the village. They were not sure about the death and injury of the vanguard and retreating in a mess. Under the command of Wei San, the spearmen were launching an attack, and the archers were waiting to step forward to support.

It's OK! Meng Jiucheng touched his waist, took off his horn, and leaned over to his mouth and started to whine.

Before the sound of the horn was finished, countless black things flew out of the village, swept across the sky and smashed towards the village.
Chapter completed!