Chapter 190 The Fight Never Ends!

Jinping County Magistrate Liu Wendou and his personal staff, Master Kong Yijie, talk about how to increase revenue, how to increase allocations, how to cleverly assign allocations, how to increase fire consumption, how to use words and tricks, and how to engage in power and tactics to earn more. Silver, that's all good. It can even be said to be outstanding, Jin Ping is the best.

But, like the bloody battlefield scene, they felt nauseated even after hearing it?

Listening to Weizhou briefly describe what he had done with the villagers and regiments of the five major families that day, the two of them were frightened and excited, just like a young child looking at the firecrackers in the hands of an adult, and thinking... After hearing the following, I was afraid of the huge sound and fire.

"So, how was the war afterwards, and how were the five major families?!" Master Kong was fascinated by what he heard, and couldn't help but ask Weizhou in a drawn-out voice with his Zhejiang accent.

"Later?!" Weizhou rolled his eyes at this master who looked like a treacherous villain.

Weizhou didn't know how Master Kong's father wanted to give him the name "Yi Jie". It's no wonder that with this name, it was understandable that he couldn't pass the imperial examination. After all, there is an unwritten rule in the officialdom. If the name doesn't sound good, it won't be on the list.

"Kaka!"

There was another shrill whistle, and the third column of musketeers took steady steps past the comrades who had just fired the muskets, and stopped only twenty steps away from the regimental trainers.

Just when they had just picked up the firecrackers in their hands, and before the commander gave the order to fire, an unexpected situation happened in the dough training!

"Ah! I don't want to die!"

A rattan player from the Deng family faced the dark mouth of Keelung's gunfire, and then looked at his brother, uncle and nephew lying on the ground in front of him like straw bales after harvesting the paddy fields. Finally, his spirit and will could not bear the huge pressure, and he roared loudly. With.

He dropped the shield in his hand, brandished the long knife, turned around and ran away, becoming the first domino to cause the collapse.

What happened at this moment seemed to have a strong contagious power. The shield players of the five major families dropped their shields, which were regarded as unlucky things, and retreated.

Hundreds of people brandished long knives and rushed towards those who might block their escape with red eyes!

Now it is really true that the Buddha is blocking the Buddha, and the God is blocking the murder!

"Keep firing!"

Behind them, a distant but very clear voice came, and excitement seemed to be heard in the coldness.

A dense burst of projectiles quickly rushed from behind people, exposing the backs of the musketeers to the cane players, who were immediately knocked to the ground. This scene accelerated the collapse of the five major group trainings.

"Run away! If you don't run, you won't be able to come back!" When the collapsed Tengpa player ran away, he still called on the brothers behind him to join them.

"Stop! Stop! Calm down!"

"Hold on! Don't retreat! Whoever retreats, I will open an ancestral hall and reveal his clan status!"

The leaders of the five families, guarded by their own soldiers, shouted hoarsely, trying to prevent this collapse from spreading.

But this move was of no use. Even the thunderous means of expelling the clan members did not stop him for a moment. You must know that Jinping County is a place where clan power is strong. It is basically impossible for people without relatives to make a living here. A small household registration will prevent you from entering the Jinping realm.

But compared with death, living is more important.

Seeing that this hand was useless, Deng Wulang had no choice but to mount his horse and step forward in person, shouting angrily at the defeated Tengpai players: "Hold on! The uncles chasing the thieves from behind are almost here!"

"If the enemy army cannot hold out, as long as we capture the enemy army, each family will have ten acres of good paddy fields!"

"Send it out after you finish it!"

Such generous rewards and reinforcements calmed down the Tengpai players who were a little panicked and ready to take action just now.

But only for a moment!

When the Keelung Army's three columns of musketry fired, the pikemen who had already been unable to hold back on both sides immediately swooped over from the east and west wings with tacit understanding. In front of the musketeers' formation, the distance was already showing signs of collapse. The group training is no more than ten steps away.

"Enter!"

"Enter!"

"Enter!"

Under the command of the team officer, the spearmen lined up in three rows, holding five-meter-long spears flatly, with fire in their eyes, pounced towards the orderly team trainer in front of them!

The long-distance marching and fighting for dozens of miles exhausted the Keelung Army's physical strength to the extreme, but the daily rigorous training and almost cruel military discipline made up for this weakness.

On the contrary, facing the collapsed enemy, these things accumulated in daily life further stimulated their inner potential. With shouts, the spearmen rushed forward with their spears!

"rush!"

"kill!"

The shouts, like thunder in spring, rolled over people's heads!

The dull and creepy sound of the blood flowing as the spear tip pierced into the body of the five major family groups rang continuously in people's ears.

Seeing the spearmen harvesting their own lives almost effortlessly, the back row team trainers could no longer hold on. The rattan players have all run away, so what use can their group training have?

They are afraid that they will be expelled from the clan and the whole family will not have enough food and clothing. However, they are even more afraid that they will die, their wives will remarry, and their sons will change their surnames. That is what they fear most.

"Everyone, run! There are no reinforcements at all. We can't resist it! If we don't leave, we will die!" Someone shouted in the team, and suddenly there was a commotion in the team training.

People pushed and shoved, dragged the leader, shouted to each other, pulled their close family members, and fled to the east and west.

"Brother Deng Wu! I will lead people to set up an ambush in front and stop these pirates!" The leader of the Kong family whipped his horse's butt twice and fled to the west with his team.

Before Deng Wulang could say a word, he ran away and disappeared.

"Traitor! The ambush you set in the west is a bullshit. Who is there!" Deng Wulang was furious and cursed.

"This battle was a complete defeat!" Looking at the five major families with their family soldiers scattered, Deng Wulang also led the remaining people of the Deng family to run eastward, leaving the road to the south!

A huge gap appeared on the road in front of the Keelung Army. The Keelung Army was fine, but the refugees couldn't help but burst into tears. Hope is hope, they can finally continue to live!

"Hurry! Rush!" From time to time, the Keelung soldiers who served as the leaders of the refugees shouted excitedly in the queue, "We'll be home after passing there!".

While running forward, the refugees would occasionally smash the wooden sticks and tattered clothes wrapped with stones and broken bricks in their hands on the five big families who were lying on the ground and wailing. Some of the strong refugees rushed out of the team, waving their wooden sticks to chase the five big families who were running slower.

A Deng family militiaman who was fleeing was hit on the back by the rain of stones flying behind him. The huge pain made him slow down his pace of escape a little, but in this short moment, another rain of stones flew from behind him and knocked him to the ground!

Just when he wanted to get up and continue to run for his life, several refugees pounced on him like crazy tigers, with wooden sticks and stones flying wildly in their hands, and in a blink of an eye, the militiaman was smashed into a pool of meat paste.

This unknown Deng family militiaman died without a word and without leaving a name at the hands of unknown refugees.