This little chieftain, named Shewang, bravely summoned local soldiers and led more than 2,000 people to attack from the front.

An Kun said to another leader: "Your people, attack from the left. It is difficult to climb over there, so you can stay away."

Then he continued to give the order: "You lead people to go around to the right side...You lead people to go around to the back of the mountain...Attack them from all sides together, and we will pile them up to death!"

Li Waizui is a mountain man from northern Sichuan, or an Orion to be precise.

Before the age of 25, he had never touched a musket, but he was very accurate at shooting rabbits with a bow and arrow.

Now, the Datong Army is expanding its troops in Sichuan, and Li Waizui has been promoted to corps commander. Only half a month after he got the gun, he has already practiced his marksmanship like a god, and his musket has the effect of a rifled gun.

Li Waizui raised his gun and aimed it. When he closed his left eye, his mouth became even more crooked.

"boom!"

Shewang was leading his troops to climb when a gunshot was heard. He felt pain in his chest and rolled down the mountain on the spot.

"Old Li is a good gunman!" Chief Yang Fu praised.

The soldiers under Shewang's command were so frightened that they all retreated when they saw their general lying dead.

"Blow the charge!"

When Shen Tianliang suddenly issued an order, not only the enemy army did not expect it, but even the officers and soldiers of the Datong Army were surprised.

It's very simple. There are more than 10,000 Shuixi native soldiers, and a large number of troops are deployed to surround them. There are only 7 or 8 thousand left in the front. Now a full 2,000 enemy troops are fleeing. Why not take the opportunity to rush down the mountain and directly attack the enemy's general?

An Kun?

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The charge horn sounded, and 3,000 Datong troops dived down the mountain. When the 2,000 soldiers under Shewang heard the shouts of killing from behind, they were frightened and sped up to escape.

A troop of soldiers further down, perhaps more than a thousand people in number, also fled inexplicably.

An Kun said to his confidants: "Lead the troops and block it!" Then he shouted, "Send the order, the troops on both sides will surround and kill, and those who escape before the battle will be killed!"

The military law team of the local soldiers killed more than 20 people in a row, finally stopped their retreat, turned around and faced the rushing Datong Army.

The two sides were twenty or thirty steps closer, and Shen Tianliang blew the whistle himself.

When the Datong troops heard the whistle, they slowed down, squatted and fired freely at close range. After firing the bullets, they immediately charged with bayonets.

This is a mountain charge routine that they have trained for a long time, and they have long been familiar with it.

The Tubangs who had been killed by the law enforcement team were shot at close range, and hundreds of them fell instantly. This time, their morale really collapsed, and the law enforcement team could not stop them. Some even dropped their weapons and ran for their lives.

An Kun was dumbfounded when he saw this, and ran down the mountain. If he didn't run, he would die, because his law enforcement team was also collapsing.

A bunch of native chickens and dogs.

In the frontal direction, the entire army fled and collapsed in such a confused manner that the soldiers on both sides were confused about the situation and thought that their leader was killed. These soldiers belonged to different small chieftains and were not subordinate to each other. After the frontal retreat,

They also fled.

Eighteen thousand native soldiers, with about a thousand casualties, were killed and completely routed.

An Kun almost rolled to the bottom of the mountain, hitting his head on a tree trunk, and sprained his feet when he climbed up. He was helped by his own soldiers to mount his horse, and he did not bother to gather the army. He quickly fled the battlefield on his beloved horse, carrying only

Walk with hundreds of your own bodyguard cavalry.
Chapter completed!