Outside the village, Yan Weixin, who was sitting on a stone, heard the movement in Shizhai. He stood up from the stone under him and looked at Shizhai.

When he saw many people from the Ten Villages holding sharp swords rushing out of the village gate, he turned around and ran back, shouting loudly as he ran: "Fire the guns, fire the guns quickly."

On the other side of the artillery formation a few hundred steps away from him, Zheng Tie had already seen the movements of the Tenth Village and immediately ordered: "Order the artillery team to bombard the Tenth Village."

The artillery array was not far away. After receiving the order, four-pound cannons fired in the hands of the gunners.

The firing angle of these four-pounders has been adjusted long ago, and the muzzle is aimed in the direction of Shizhai. There is no need to consider re-adjusting the angle. The gunner can directly fire and fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the cannon was like thunder on a sunny day, one after another.

Yan Weixin ran forward desperately, and when she noticed a cannon flying over her head, she subconsciously shrank her neck.

As a member of the Tiger Flag, he was very familiar with the power of four-pound cannons. He knew that if these cannons hit the body, it would be difficult to survive.

The distance of a few hundred steps was not too far, and it was enough for him to run for a while. Even if he ran as hard as he could, he could not immediately return to the camp of the Tiger Flag.

Behind him, the people from the ten villages who were chasing him did not stop because of the shelling, but instead pursued him even more closely.

The cannonballs were aimed at the Tenth Village, and each cannonball landed on the walls and behind the walls of the Tenth Village.

The wall made of wood was like paper made of paper under the bombardment of the cannon, and it immediately fell into pieces, and the broken wood stubble from the cannon fell everywhere.

The people on the wall and behind the wall were the first to bear the brunt of the attack. They were either hit by cannons or pricked by flying wood stubble, and were injured. Those who were unlucky were injured to their vitals and died on the spot.

For a time, people in the ten villages suffered heavy casualties. Among them, the pockmarked old Xu who was guarding the wall was hit by a cannon that broke through the wall and lost his life on the spot.

The main ones who suffered the bombardment were the Shizhai. Yan Siqi and the people he brought out from the Shizhai did not suffer much shelling. Only the people behind received one or two shells, and the casualties were not serious.

"The fire gunners take ten steps forward." Zheng Tie ordered the fire gunners.

More than two hundred gunmen took ten steps forward and were divided into three rows: front, middle and back.

The gunmen in the first row raised their guns and pointed them at the people from Shizhai who were rushing forward.

"Tiger crouching cannon, attack both sides of the gunman." Zheng Tie issued another order.

Twenty Crouching Tiger Cannon gunners carrying the Crouching Tiger Cannon appeared on both sides of the gunners' team, with five of the ten Crouching Tiger Cannons placed on each side.

Yan Weixin's physical fitness is not worse than most people in Shizhai.

Yan Siqi and his men chased after him for a long time, but were still unable to close the distance between him and Yan Weixin, and had to watch Yan Weixin escape back.

At this time, rows of firecrackers with tiger-shaped flags were ready, waiting for people from Shizhai to approach, ready to fire their firecrackers at any time.

When Yan Siqi saw the tiger-character flag fire gunman appearing in front, he slowed down and allowed the people around him to rush forward.

He understood the power of firecrackers, and the person in front was in the most danger.

The distance between the two sides was about a hundred steps, and Yan Siqi's heart suddenly sank when he saw that the gunman of the Tiger Flag still had no intention of firing.

Within a hundred steps, you are within the range of the fire cannon. The closer the distance between the two sides, the higher the accuracy of the fire cannon. When the fire cannon fires, the opponent will suffer more casualties.

Yan Siqi understood that there was no possibility of retreating at this time. He could either rush over to kill the people who scattered the Tiger Flag and seize the cannons of the Tiger Flag, or the people of the Tiger Flag would kill the people he brought with them.

As for the idea of ​​returning to Shizhai, he had never even thought about it.

The defensive measures of the Shizhai were useless against the four-pounder artillery. If he retreated to the village, he would have no choice but to be like the people in the village, unable to fight back in the face of the bombardment and running around dodging the artillery fire.

For him, capturing the four-pounder cannon of the Tiger Flag was the only chance for Shizhai to turn defeat into victory.

"Their muskets only have one chance to fire, brothers, follow me and charge! Capture their cannons." In order to boost morale, Yan Siqi shouted loudly.

Following his shout, the men who rushed out of the village with him let out weird shouts and rushed towards the gunman with a tiger-shaped flag blocking the front.

Yan Siqi's pace had slowed down now, and he gradually retreated from the front position to the middle of the team.

The people from Shizhai who rushed in front were less than 80 steps away from the gunman holding the Tiger Flag, and some of the fast runners were only about 70 steps away from the gunman holding the Tiger Flag.

When the first few rows of people from the Ten Villages were less than seventy steps away from the Fire Gunman with the Tiger Character Flag and Fire Gun, they heard a whistle from the Fire Gun Soldier with the Tiger Character Flag.

As soon as the harsh whistle sounded, at least sixty or seventy gunmen fired their guns.

The front row of people from the Ten Villages were blocked, and many people fell straight to the ground.

Before the people in the ten villages behind could react, they heard the sound of gunshots again.

As soon as the firecrackers sounded, people from the ten villages were hit and fell to the ground.

The smell of gunpowder burned into the nostrils, along with the pungent smell of blood and the aroma of burnt barbecue.

The sound of firecrackers kept ringing, and the pause interval was very short, as if the firecrackers holding the Tiger Flag could fire the firecrackers infinitely without slowing down the sound of the firecrackers at all.

More and more people from Shizhai fell to the ground. Many people were either killed or injured by firecrackers.

Yan Siqi, who was mixed in the group, noticed this and felt a chill go down his spine.

Facing the constant firing of cannons from the side of the Tiger Flag, he knew that he would never have the chance to capture those four-pounders, and it would be difficult to even get close.

At this time, he had already begun to think about how to return to Shizhai.

Facing the tiger-shaped flag fire gunman who was blocking the front, he continued to rush forward. Before he could get closer, he felt that he would be killed by the fire gun.

Although the Tenth Village may not be able to hold on for long in the face of shelling, as long as they retreat to the Tenth Village, at least they won't be killed immediately.

Just as he was about to retreat, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the squatting tiger cannons on both sides of the tiger-shaped flag fire gunner were moving.

The gunner of the Tiger Crouching Cannon began to move the muzzle and level the gun body.

Seeing this scene, he knew that the squatting tiger cannons in front of him were preparing to shoot directly at him.

The Crouching Tiger Cannon uses iron sand and iron beads, and its power is countless times more powerful than that of a firecracker. Once the gun is fired, there is no chance of survival within a few dozen steps in the opposite direction.

Yan Siqi was about to order the team to return to the Tenth Village, but he swallowed it. He turned around and fled in the direction of the Tenth Village, no longer caring about the other people.

Bang! Bang... Bang!

At this moment, he heard several noises that were different from firecrackers, but not as deafening as four-pound cannons, but he knew that the noise must come from those squatting tiger cannons.
Chapter completed!