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Chapter 672 Wheat juice is not wine

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Author: Linjiangjun

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By the way, Hezhuo is the honorific title given to a prestigious figure by the Tianfang Sect.

Daniyali and Zhuo were the leaders of the Montenegrin faction appointed by Cewang Alabutan before. Daniyali and Zhuo's sons were still serving as hostages in the Ili Khan Court.

After the Sun family took over Ili, the sons of Daniyali and Zhuo were in the hands of the Sun family.

Although Wuriyeti was a little panicked, he believed that the main battlefield was to the north of the Tianshan Mountains, and Yarkand south of the Tianshan Mountains should at least wait until Ili was conquered by the Ming Dynasty before being ranked among them.

If we don't consider the issue of faith, it doesn't matter whether the Junggar people or the Ming people have the final say in the southern part of the Tianshan Mountains!

The Hezhuos of the Black Mountains and the White Mountains and the Burkes of the Yarkand Khanate have always been incompatible with each other. If there is not a strong man on their head, a river of blood will flow out in minutes!

It is a good thing for local herdsmen to have strong dragons to suppress local snakes.

But the problem lies in this belief. Since the Gansu Rebellion, the Black Mountain and Baishan faction and Zhuo, even though they have a life-and-death hatred, have adopted an unprecedentedly consistent attitude towards the Ming Dynasty: they will never accept the rule of the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty will come to seize the Yarkand's pasture.

, everyone must fight to the end.

Therefore, when the Sun family was recruiting troops to enter Yumen Pass in the north, the Yarkand ministries sold iron and steel to collect 8,000 troops and sent them there.

Now there is no news about the eight thousand people. The Yarkand ministries are lying when they say they are not worried.

"It must be raining heavily. We can relax for a few days. Even if Mingren comes, it won't be during these few days."

The muffled thunder sounded overhead, and the city gate official Wu Riyeti let out a long sigh of relief.

When it comes to an enemy attack, he, the gatekeeper, is under the greatest pressure.

I heard that the Ming army's guns and artillery were so fierce that one of their soldiers could outnumber ten, and their artillery could destroy a city from miles away.

Judging from the weather, it is estimated that Akito's guns and artillery will not be effective, and they will definitely not attack.

"Arisil, you stay up there and watch for a while today, and I'm going to take a rest!"

Wuriyeti yawned and ordered his cronies to take over his post.

In the past few days, the sect bosses in the city had repeatedly ordered him to step up patrols, so he had to work day and night. It was too hard.

I have to go back and drink more fermented wheat juice to relieve my fatigue.

It's just wheat juice, not wine. Considering how hard he has worked these days, the Lord won't blame him.

Just as he turned back and walked down the stairs, a dull sound suddenly reached Wu Riyeti's ears, like the sound of tiles being smashed by fists.

My Riyeti didn't pay attention.

Then there was a heart-rending scream, and Wu Riyeti said secretly: It's broken!

He turned around suddenly and saw a short ax hitting Elisir's helmet.

The sharp and fine steel ax sliced ​​open the iron helmet smoothly and cut deeply into Elisir's head.

A stream of red and white liquid surged out of the head, which was indescribably disgusting and terrifying!

Wuriyeti was so frightened that he had been at ease here for too long, and such a bloody scene made him numb.

He watched blankly as a black figure leveraged his strength to climb in from outside the battlements.

This is just the beginning.

The next moment, one after another, at least ten people crawled up. They had axes, horizontal knives, even hooks and sickles, and other miscellaneous weapons. They skillfully brought down the defenders on the city to the ground one by one. Many people even

Before I could make a sound, I was silenced.

Before the incoming enemy noticed him, Wu Riyeti finally returned to his original position. After a moment of thinking, he rushed down the stairs to call for help!

The city walls and gates must not be lost, otherwise Yarkand City will be doomed.

"Someone is coming! There is an enemy!"

"Don't sleep! There are enemies!"

Hearing his heart-rending roar, hundreds of soldiers woke up from a dream and immediately followed him and swarmed towards the city.

With more than a hundred soldiers, Wu Riyeti felt confident again.

He took a cursory glance and saw that there were only about twenty enemies coming, but there were hundreds of them, and he was still afraid of this group of enemies with unknown origins.

"shot!"

Who says nomads can only ride and shoot? The Yarkands also have muskets!

Naturally, they who guard the city gates must have the best weapons.

Wuriyeti was very awake at this time. Even though he had more people, the other party was able to hide from the patrols of the soldiers on the city wall. Twenty people climbed up the city wall in a short time. They were obviously one-in-a-thousand experts. They were absolutely extraordinary.

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It is too risky to fight hand-to-hand with the masters on the opposite side. It is better to use muskets to solve the battle. Moreover, the muskets are loud. Once the battle breaks out, the defenders in the city will notice the situation here.

At that time, a steady stream of defenders will sweep in, and it will be stable.

Just as his men were preparing to reload, the group of black-clad enemies rushed over!

"Stop reloading, pick up your knife and chop these bastards!"

Just when Wuriyeti was giving orders, the group of men in black rushed to a position about twenty meters away from them and suddenly raised a strange fire gun.

The next second, the hundreds of people defending the city were immediately beaten into pieces.

"The shotgun is still powerful!"

In order to experience the power of shotguns and occupy a high position, the only foreign general in the new Ming Dynasty, Dawula of the Pingpu tribe, went into battle and led the mountain infantry to steal the city.

Wuriyeti even clearly felt a stream of air passing by his ears, and a fishy heat splashed on the back of his head.

Looking ahead, his body felt numb again. The strange muskets held by the Ming Dynasty's mountain infantry with one hand were emitting weak white smoke. At least 80 of his own people had lost their combat effectiveness.

The smoking muzzles, the defenders who were beaten into sieves, everything looked so fierce and ferocious.

Wuriyeti was lucky and survived the first salvo of shotgun fire.

However, just when he was about to escape quietly, the mountain infantry of the Ming Dynasty saw the loud movement of the shotguns and the exposure was inevitable, so they simply did not stop.

In Wuriyeti's eyes, a guy in front who looked like an officer (Davula) threw a sparking thing in their direction.

My Riyeti was covered in sweat and screamed secretly that it was definitely not a good thing.

boom!

Just when he reached out to touch the grenade, the powerful grenade exploded.

My Riyeti died suddenly in an instant.

After finishing this group of enemies, Davula shouted in a deep voice: "Continue to use shotguns at the short-range firepower point, and switch to muskets at the long-range firepower point, and cover alternately! Reload quickly!"

The hundreds of city soldiers who had just rushed onto the city wall suddenly collapsed, but a large number of enemy troops poured out of the sentry house near the city gate.

In order to travel lightly, the only equipment they had on them was cold weapons, grenades, shotguns, and a pistol.

The Ming Dynasty used mountain infantry like them as special forces.

The most advanced light weapons will be used on them.

Dawu La raised a strange hand gun.

I heard from the craftsman that although this gun is small, it has a range of 60 meters.

He tentatively aimed at what looked like a small officer to hit the enemy.

I only heard a click, misfiring!

"Damn it! What a broken gun!"

Davula was criticized by the country, the new weapon is unreliable!
Chapter completed!
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