Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The official cavalry first shot arrows at the rushing peasant soldiers, then picked up their weapons, and rode their horses to rush over.

"The spearmen formed a formation and came forward!" Chen Qingfu shouted loudly to the peasant soldiers who used the spear.

Several quick-reacting peasants quickly picked up their spears and stood in a row in the alley, blocking the already-wide alley.

"The musketeer grabbed the medicine and supported the spearman in front of him." Chen Qingfu shouted to the peasant soldiers who rushed out of the yard with him.

The officers and cavalry were blocked by spears and pulled the reins and stopped.

He picked up the bow and arrow in his hand and shot the arrow in his hand towards the peasant soldiers blocking the front.

Several peasant soldiers holding spears in front were shot to the ground.

Chen Qingfu watched the peasant soldiers blocking the front falling down, raised the musket in his hand and fired a gun in front, and turned his head to shout at the peasant soldiers on the other side: "A few more spearmen are coming up."

After saying that, he hurriedly recharged the musket in his hand.

However, several arrows shot over when they were waiting.

A peasant soldier who used muskets fell down beside him. Chen Qingfu rolled on the ground, rolling under the base of the wall on one side, looking at the other side, but found that many peasant soldiers were so timid that they didn't dare to go forward.

Seeing this, he shouted loudly: "It is even harder for you to survive if the musketeers die."

"Follow me!" Wu Tong snatched the spear from the peasant soldiers beside him and rushed forward first.

Several peasant soldiers followed.

The alley was blocked again.

"Mayor!"

Someone suddenly cried, and Chen Qingfu hurriedly looked up.

Wu Tong was shot in his chest, and the man fell to the ground, and blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

In addition to him, several other peasant soldiers were injured and fell to the ground. One of them had injured his arm and rolled and crawled backwards, and the spear in his hand had already been thrown to the ground.

Chen Qingfu said nothing, poured the medicine into the musket in his hand with red eyes, and held the strand in his right hand and tightened the medicine inside with force.

The peasants and soldiers around him kept running away from behind.

Chen Qingfu did not make any stop and allowed the escaped peasant soldiers to escape on their own.

At this time, staying is death, and escaping may even make a living. It is great that these peasants can hold on for so long. It was difficult for his colleagues in the army to hold on until now.

Bang!

The sound of a musket shocked Chen Qingfu.

He glanced in the direction where the sound came and found that there were several musketeers and spearmen who were staying behind not far behind him.

The peasant soldiers left behind were all familiar faces, and they were also peasant soldiers he brought with him in the same village.

A peasant soldier holding a musket in his hand came to Chen Qingfu with a hump and grinned, "Captain, let's die together."

Whoosh!

An arrow hit one of his eyes, without even struggling, and died on the spot, and the musket in his hand rolled to Chen Qingfu's feet.

Chen Qingfu opened and closed his chapped lips a few times.

The dead man was a few years younger than him. He remembered that when he was still young, the other party was like a little tail and liked to play with them, the older children, but now he died in front of him.

I felt a lot in my heart, my eyes were red and red, and tears were only rolling in my eyes.

The movement of loading medicine in his hand never stopped. Soon the musket was loaded with medicine. He raised his hand toward an enemy cavalry approaching him in front of him and shot him with one gun.

Although he failed to take the other party's life by one shot, he also knocked the person off the horse's back and fell to the ground.

Scattered muskets sounded around, and arrows shot towards them.

Chen Qingfu didn't bother to recharge gunpowder for the musket again, and hurriedly rolled to the side.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several arrows shot over, one of them hit his right calf, and the pain of the tearing made him groan.

He gasped heavily, and he turned his head to look at his companions around him.

Apart from him, there were only two peasant soldiers who used the musket, and four or five peasant soldiers who held the spear were left.

"Mayor, I'll be waiting for you on the road to the Huangquan. I'll find you later." Chen Qingfu glanced at the feather arrow pierced on his leg and sweared.

He knew he couldn't leave anymore.

"If you can escape, you can escape. One is one living, you don't have to stay here to die with me." Chen Qingfu shouted to the peasant soldiers.

However, the peasant soldiers did not move.

"Get out, go out, go out!" Chen Qingfu grabbed the soil on the ground in his hand and threw it hard at the peasant soldiers.

The soil scattered in the air and fell to the ground.

Several peasants still did not move.

Seeing this, Chen Qingfu stopped persuading him. He took out a paper shell from his hand, poured the medicine into the musket, and muttered: "I'm so fucking crazy, so stupid that I stayed with hundreds of cavalrymen.

I regret it, I shouldn’t have listened to the mayor of the coward and brought the peasant soldiers to die.”

He cursed and his hands were not slow, so he quickly filled the musket with medicine.

He picked up the musket and aimed at the nearest enemy.

But before he could fire the musket, an arrow shot from the roof of one side, and a arrow shot on his arm holding the musket. With his hands loosened, the musket fell to the ground.

Chen Qingfu, who had an arrow on his arm, looked at the roof.

I saw a archer standing on the roof with a bow in his hand, but no feather arrows were seen on it.

"Damn it, I'm so good at killing me. What a good man to tease me." Chen Qingfu spat hard on the ground, not picking up the muskets on the ground again.

An archer stared at him, and he knew he had no chance to pick up the musket.

Since he had become a lamb on the chopping board, he simply sat on the ground and waited for the last moment to come.

With so many companions killed and injured, even if he is now rushing to the underworld, he feels that he is not alone on the road.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just as he was waiting to die, dense sounds of muskets rang around the village.

Then there were yelling and killing sounds.

Chen Qingfu, who had already closed his eyes and waited for death, looked around and found that the officials and cavalry who were besieging them had all rode their horses to run outside the village, but no one cared about them, who had been waiting for death.

Without the threat from the enemy, several peasant soldiers next to him came to Chen Qingfu's side.

"Go to the roof and see what's wrong outside the village?" Chen Qingfu did not ask someone to help him, but asked a peasant soldier who seemed to be injured to climb the roof.

After hearing his words, the other party ran into a house next to him, stepped on the courtyard wall, and quickly got on the roof.

"What's going on outside?" Chen Qingfu sat on the ground, raised his head and asked the person on the roof.
Chapter completed!