The miasma in the mountains and forests was very low in the early morning. The sudden sound of gunfire woke up the soldiers in the sleeping mountain camp.

"What happened?" Cheng Fengzi, who was sleeping in a corner, grabbed the rifle beside him and was on guard.

"Sir, we are surrounded..." A sentry in the fog reported to Cheng Crazy.

"Is it Zheng Zhihu? How many people are there?" Cheng Fengzi patted his face and woke up from his sleepy state as soon as possible.

"Listen to their voice, they are not speaking Chinese, they should be natives in Yizhou, and there are quite a few people, at least one thousand people." The sentry said, "They tried to hide in the miasma and attack us, but our people discovered that it was our people who fired guns to warn us."

"That is to say, they haven't started attacking us yet?" Cheng Qianzi asked.

"Yes, they were awakened by our muskets and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​attacking. But they were familiar with the terrain and hid in the fog, and they didn't know when they would attack us." The sentry said.

"It's incredible that this group of natives actually chose to cooperate with Zheng Zhihu. Come with me!" Cheng Crazy gathered his personal soldiers.

After about 800 soldiers in the mountain camp were awakened, they seized the nearby favorable terrain under the command of small and medium-sized officers. Each team had several people in contact with other teams around, so as to prevent accidental injuries.

"Don't shoot at will. We are now leaning against the hillside, which is in a fan shape. When the teams on the outer side are shooting, the teams in the inner circle are on standby for the time being!" Cheng Fengzi gave the order.

The miasma in the early morning is still very strong, with a poor vision, and the telescope is invalid. It can only rely on the tacit understanding and cooperation between the teams.

The small team of soldiers on the outermost periphery either hid behind the huge rocks or crawled on the ground, facing the vast white woods with rifles. Although the natives did not have muskets, they were the most powerful hunters in the mountains and forests. Their bows and arrows cooperated with such a good time and place. If they were accidentally underestimated, they would be destroyed.

"Which tribe are you from? Will anyone speak Chinese? Our Liao army is not interested in your villages and forests, but just came here to pursue the pirate Zheng Zhihu. Why do you want to help the pirates go against us?" Cheng Fengzi came to the outer circle and shouted towards the miasma forest.

His voice echoed in the mountains and forests, but what responded to him was a rain of arrows!

Arrows fell and pierced into nearby plants. However, most of the soldiers in the mountain camp hid behind obstacles, and a rain of arrows did not cause any damage.

"Retaliation!" Cheng Crazy Man is also a cruel person. He was not polite to see the other party attacking him!

More than a hundred rifles fired freely into the white mist, and the harsh and trembling gunfire sounds one after another!

"Ahhhh!" The bullet's kinetic energy is extremely strong, and a slightly thinner wood will be shot through! Several natives who wanted to get close to the fog were shot and killed by bullets without eyes on the spot, screaming!

"They want to sneak attack! Keep shooting!" The mountain camp officers including Cheng Fengzi determined the location of the natives through the screams of the natives.

Some of the closer natives, by their voice, judged that they were only twenty or thirty meters away from them! It is obvious that the natives wanted to use the rain of arrows and miasma to launch a sneak attack!

The firepower of the mountain camp was fully opened, and the teams in the outer circle kept loading and shooting. Even if they could not see people, they had to use firepower to suppress the natives who were trying to sneak attack them.

In less than a minute, a few more screams came in the fog, accompanied by a scream that Cheng Crazy and the others could not understand and the noisy footsteps, the miasma-filled mountains and forests returned to peace.

"Stop shooting!" Cheng Fengzi saw that the natives seemed to retreat, and stopped everyone who was still shooting.

This time the mountain camp entered the forest. Each soldier carried a limited number of bullets. Just now, the soldiers in the outer circle used more than one thousand bullets to consume, making the mountain camp with few bullets short of bullets.

If the bullets were consumed before leaving the forest and returning to the plain, the mountain camp could only use bayonets to break out a bloody path... This is something that Cheng Crazyman didn't want to see.

"Now are you willing to show up and negotiate with us?" Cheng Caizi continued to shout into the fog.

It was still not the native response that was greeted, but another round of arrow rain.

"Damn it, isn't any of these natives able to speak Chinese?" Cheng Fengzi felt depressed. If there was really no natives who could speak Chinese, then there would be no hope of reconciliation between the two sides. You can't talk to each other.

"Sir, our attack just now has killed many of them and formed a bond with them. They are determined to fight with us. Why don't we fight out with bayonets?" said the adjutant.

"Wait a little longer, even if you want to fight back, you have to wait until the fog retreats to prevent casualties from expanding." Cheng Fengzi said.

As time went by, when the sun rose, the fog in the forest gradually began to retreat, which at the same time caused panic among the natives. Once the fog disappeared, their few advantages would be lost. So the natives tried to attack the mountain camp positions two or three times.

But every time I was still repelled by the impeccable semicircular formation of the mountain camp.

Gradually, the fog disappeared, and Cheng Crazy and the others could roughly see the natives surrounding them in the mountains and forests. Thousands of natives with tattoos and colored mud, holding short bows or holding iron swords, were angry but scared, and could only surround the mountain camp far away and dared not approach the position of the mountain camp. After all, the most advanced Dresse rifle in the mountain camp is harmful to the target of three or four hundred meters!

"We can finally see their reality and reality. Sir, let's attack!" After seeing the strength of the indigenous people, the people in the mountain camp no longer had the fear of being in the fog, but were confidently asked Cheng Fengzi to lead them to fight back against the indigenous people.

"Pack up your bags and we retreat to the stronghold in the plains." Cheng Fengzi knew that he was stabbed by the natives in Yizhou, and most of his troops would not be able to continue chasing Zheng Zhihu, so he would just retreat in advance.

The soldiers in the inner circle of the mountain camp were calm and calm. They took the spatula and pot in their luggage in front of thousands of natives in an orderly manner, or carried it behind them, and then picked up the rifle to form a formation that seemed scattered but actually supported each other.

When the Tayya people saw the soldiers from the mountain camp set off, they were so scared that they retreated. Because the closer they were to the mountain camp, the closer they were to them, the terrible weapon in their hands would kill them.

The head of the Tayya tribe had a dark face, but he could not let his tribe members die in vain.
Chapter completed!