"No, the Han army pushed the cannons up, they wanted to fire cannons!" An Sheng looked panicked. He had never believed the legendary Han army that the Han army blasted Guiyang City with a cannon. Just kidding, 100,000 Yi soldiers surrounded Guiyang for a year before, and they took it down. What kind of Han army cannons are so powerful, and they blasted Guiyang City in just one cup of tea.

But now An Sheng believed it a little. From Guiyang to Zewo, there were also places such as Shuidongsi, Zhazosi, Yudezexi, Longchangyi, Zhenxiwei and other places. But the Han army came just after that. It was obvious that all the places must have been taken down, and no one who reported the news came out.

In recent years, Guizhou's large and small chieftains connected with the Ming army's garrisons have been competing to cultivate the fortress. Each fortress is very dangerous and strong enough to face increasingly complex situations. However, now it seems that the Han army has the ability to quickly capture the fortress.

This ability is undoubtedly their cannon.

An Chonglei's face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out.

"When will the troops of each river arrive?"

An Sheng had no choice but to arrive in three or five days, but who knew that the Han army would come at the time of coming."

An Chonglei sighed, it seemed that the rest of Zexi's men could not count on him.

"Call all the men in the village and give them weapons. Let us stick to the end. You immediately walk from the back mountain to contact the people from each river and lead them to rescue."

"Dad, let's go together. There are only three hundred soldiers in the village. There are tens of thousands of people outside, just those who are crawling inside and outside. Look at the boundless ones."

An Chonglei had his own plans. Now the Han army is attacking in large numbers. If they abandon the village and flee, they will not be able to escape at all. It would be better to rely on the village to be stable and block the Han army.

"Give weapons to those Aga and Xiaxi, let them guard the village together."

"Dad, those **** are not trustworthy. I often think about running away and having to tie iron chains to work. Now if they are released and they are given weapons, they may not be allowed to turn against each other and fight back. Dad. Let's go. Didn't the Han people say that if the green mountains are left, you won't be afraid of burning firewood."

"Zewo is the territory of our family for dozens of generations. How can we abandon it if we say it."

"Buqi even has no one."

The father and son were still arguing. A sound of war drums sounded here, and then a muffled thunder sounded in the sky. Then, I saw the gun guns of the Han army in front of the village light up one by one, spewing out a ball of fireworks, and then a group of shells with white smoke attacked.

For the Han army artillerymen, using Cannon cannon to attack Yi villages is simply a good idea. There is not even a cannon on the city village, it is simply a fixed dead rake and cannot even fight back.

It's easier to hit this goal.

They didn't even need to test guns. They fired the first round of guns directly.

The artillery soldiers pushed the cannon directly to the next 150 steps. It would be difficult to hit the village at this distance.

Several iron balls roared on the gate of the village, and suddenly they destroyed the gate of the village. The gate of the village collapsed. An Chonglei and An Sheng and his son never expected that the Han people's cannons would be hit and they would hit them as soon as they were hit. In their impression, the cannons had to be tested first, and they would only be shot in half a day, and the hit rate was very low.

The smoke rose. An Chongrong and his son were buried directly in the collapsed bricks and gravel.

The little local soldiers who were already anxious saw this fierce artillery fire and fled in fear, hating their parents for not having two legs.

In front of the village.

The artillery soldiers had just finished firing the first round of artillery. They were about to load the bullets, but the field artillery battalion commander had already shook his hand and said to the messenger beside him, "Stop shooting, the fortress has been blown away, and the local soldiers in the village are also fleeing. There is no need to waste the shells anymore. Next, it's the militia's turn to go."

The messenger shook the red and blue flag in his hand. In a car next to him, several soldiers began to shake the larger red and blue flags to send orders to all artillery soldiers.

There were 30,000 militiamen in front of the formation, and a total of six associations were organized.

A military academy with three snow leopards hanging on his shoulder looked at the flag language, and he read it without any translation.

"These artillery soldiers always want to save a few shells. Is his shell precious or our soldiers precious?" A former commander Biao, who was wearing four black flying eagles, said, "If they were imperial soldiers, of course they were even more precious, but now we are all militias, of course they are not as precious as his shells."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to get involved with these artillery soldiers, and send orders to let the militias go. This time it's the Fifth Militia Association to be responsible for the main attack, while the other associations are responsible for the encirclement, pursuit and cleaning the battlefield."

The whimpering charge horn rang.

A messenger rushed to the front of the Fifth Association's formation and loudly conveyed the above orders to the leaders of the association.

"The Fifth Association is ordered to be responsible for the main attack, and the other associations are responsible for the encirclement, pursuit, and cleaning the battlefield."

The assistant commander of the Fifth Association is a left military academy. He was originally the deputy battalion commander of the Imperial** Middle School, and is now temporarily transferred to the militia to serve as the assistant commander of the Fifth Association.

Hearing Jingong's order, he immediately pulled out his sword, waved it forward, and shouted loudly, "Transfer, Fifth Association, Charge!"

With flags and golden drums on one side, the 5,000 militias of the Fifth Association were already in full swing.

Wang Tongan stood under the banner of the militia battalion in Chengguan Town, Longli County. Listening to the battalion commander who was wearing red and blue, loudly giving off an offensive order, Wang Tongan felt his blood rushing, and his blood was boiling all over his body.

When the militia attacked for the first time, they even fought each other in order to compete for the first opportunity to enter the city. Later, the above stipulated that six associations, one of them took turns to be responsible for the main attack, and then the other associations were responsible for surrounding, chasing, cleaning the battlefield, etc.

"It's finally our turn, haha." Wang Shiji, who was in front of Wang Tongan, said with a laugh. Wang Shiji was the mayor and was not used for it, but he insisted on coming, so the superiors asked him to be the deputy battalion commander.

Wang Shiji is very fierce every time he attacks. He is different from Wang Tongan. Wang Tongan rushed forward quickly to grab more heads and spoils, while Wang Shiji is entirely to show off in front of the Han army.

The battle was so exciting. Wang Tong'an was worried that there were artillery soldiers breaking the city and the Han army escorting the formation. They had no worries at all. Moreover, although the equipment in their hands was not as good as that of the Han army, they were much stronger than those local soldiers.

"Come on!" Wang Shiji held up his knife to charge forward with a horn. Wang Tongan also picked up the long-loaded flint gun and followed closely behind.

In fact, the militia's charge had no formation. The swordsmen, spearmen, archers, and musketeers almost rushed forward in a scattered formation. When they rushed to the city, they were chaotic guns and arrows on the village, and then the swordsmen rushed through the gap opened by the artillery with shields in front.

Although this is simple, it is very practical.

The Yi people's villages were caught off guard by them. Although the local officials in many villages were under their command, they were unable to gather together for a while. The village where the local officials were located was only larger than ordinary villages, but the local soldiers were limited.

He had short boots on his feet, and the charge was very smooth, and the militiamen ran and shouted.

Some people shouted in Chinese, some in Yi, and Miao. In short, all kinds of shouting were heard. Everyone ran away, and their necks were bulging and their faces were red. It seemed that the shouting could double the courage.

A distance of hundreds of steps was quickly pulled in. Wang Tongan didn't even have a shot and rushed to the village with his companions.

The village was already in chaos, many people were fleeing, and no one tried to resist.

An Chonglei and his son disappeared, and the king and dragons became leaderless in the village.

Many militiamen who rushed into the village had begun to rush forward along the streets, while others began to rush into shops and slabs on both sides, kicking the door and hitting the door.

Shocking, screaming, begging for mercy, and various sounds are symphony.

The militia were not disciplined well. Every time they rushed into the village, they would chop and rob, and even rob.

Although the Han generals repeatedly reiterated that it was prohibited to kill people at will, and that fire or robbery were not allowed. But there were always people who ignored the military orders as soon as they were bloody.

Especially since each head level can still be worth two yuan, how can it be let go? Although it has been said above that prisoners are counted as two yuan, every time they attack, even if one main attacker at a time, there are still five thousand people. And the villages they captured generally only have more than a thousand households, and even if the nests are larger, they only have tens of thousands of people.

When catching prisoners, there is no convenient way to cut off human heads. The captured prisoners will run away, but the cut off human heads will not run away.

Wang Tongan was the same as everyone thought, just wanted to cut off a few heads before the Han army entered the city. As for the others, who cares?

Anyway, the Han army publicly executed several fires, and after the militia, everyone was tactful and did not set fires after breaking the village, and as for killing and robbery, the Han army did not care so much.

A Yi man with a green headscarf in front of him was fleeing in panic. Wang Tongan's eyes lit up and he quickly raised his gun to him. The man saw Wang Tongan lifting his bed, and his eyes were even more frightened. He raised his hands and he knelt down, his eyes full of begging for mercy.

Wang Tongan pulled the trigger without hesitation without any hesitation. After living in Guizhou for a long time and living with these Yi Shuimen and other young people for a long time, they had long been accustomed to the cruelty here. When the Yi soldiers besieged Longli in Guiyang, no one had any mercy on his father.

With a bang, the musket shook and the smoke rose. The man dressed well, obviously a man with a black Yi fell down with despair in his eyes.

Wang Tong'an ran over quickly with a gun. He put the gun on the ground, quickly pulled out the machete from his waist, raised it high and chopped it down hard.

After several slashes, a lot of blood that had not yet solidified splattered on him, but his face was full of smiles.

He broke up the turban, took off the hair on the head and put it on his belt. Wang Tongan smiled with satisfaction and got two silver dollars. After tied his head, he quickly wiped the knife on the headless corpse twice, and then put it into the sheath. Instead of picking up the gun, he reached out and quickly touched the corpse.

This is a black Yi, and there should be some gold and silver jewelry on it.

Sure enough, he took out several gold and silver from the body, and a purse. Hearing the jingle sound, Wang Tongan accepted it with great satisfaction. Most of these things must be handed over to the public later, but at least one or two rings can be left behind.

After loading the spoils, he picked up the gun from the ground and continued to move forward with the excited militias. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!