Chapter 171: Cannibalism (XI)
After each pursuit, Jibudil would fire a flare to signal the direction of pursuit. Seeing his pursuers resorting to such tactics, Zicheng was seized with anxiety. As he was considering how to escape, a small group of his men suddenly slowed their horses, their eyes gleaming with ferocity.
One of the ten men shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, General Liu, let's go first... Men, let's deal with these hateful Tartars together and let them know that we are not to be trifled with."
The ten horses suddenly turned around and rushed towards the pursuers behind them. Seeing that some people wanted to turn around to stop them, Jibudil could not help but snorted coldly. You know, Jibudil has fought many battles in his life. Although he is a little older and no longer a brave man, he still has his own vision, knowledge and means. After a roar, the team of ten people suddenly dispersed and formed three rows in an instant. After jumping off the horses, they picked up the issued muskets and began to shoot at the ten people in order.
The Mongolian cavalry that the ten men had encountered before were all equipped with bows and arrows. They were not paying attention when they were hit by the muskets, and several of them were injured and fell off their horses on the spot. Jibudil had been a Tang family mercenary for several years and was familiar with using guns. Among the mercenaries, Jibudil and his men also used guns. After Jibudil retired from the army, he also trained the militia under his own brigade on how to use guns. Later, he used his connections to equip the militia in his brigade with muskets that had been eliminated by the army.
Although the Mongolian grasslands had completed the war of unification, there were many horse bandits after the war. In order to protect themselves and to attack the Russians in the north in the future, Tang Qi required that each Mongolian brigade must have a militia team, and at the same time, he also equipped them with weapons eliminated from the army. This time, after Jibudil and his men were recruited, they brought with them the weapons they used for daily training. Jibudil was lucky, and their team was equipped with muskets earlier, so they made some contributions in this war. However, for Zicheng's men, this was not a good thing.
The ten people who wanted to stop Jibudi all fell off their horses after the second round of musket fire. Although they were the most elite soldiers under Tang Yu, they were powerless in the face of the muskets. Tang Yu heard the gunshots behind him, turned around to see the situation, and couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart. Tang Yu knew the power of the musket a long time ago. At this time, he was extremely regretful. When Tang Yu secretly supported him, Tang Yu didn't take the muskets seriously at all. He also used the muskets supported by Tang Yu to exchange for a large number of war horses with Huang Taiji. Now thinking about it, how could Tang Yu not regret it.
After all this, if Tang Yu had paid attention to muskets, he would have had a large-scale musket team long ago. Why was he defeated by a single blow like now? Those ten people used their lives to buy Tang Yu and his men a moment of escape time. After killing the ten men under Tang Yu, Jibudil took another look at them, and each of them got on their horse and continued to chase Tang Yu, because Tang Yu did not offer a bounty on the soldiers under Tang Yu, but only offered a high bounty on Tang Yu alone. Although Jibudil had no merit in killing ten men under Tang Yu, he would not be interested in the bodies of those ten people. If he wasted time on them and let Tang Yu get away, it would be a loss.
Zongmin in the Mercedes-Benz glanced at Liu Zicheng, who had a look of grief and indignation on his face, and suddenly felt a sense of the hero's end. In the past, no matter what kind of difficulties he encountered, Liu Zicheng would never have such a sad and self-pitying expression. But now, everything seemed to have come to an end, and it seemed that there was no hope anymore. A strange emotion surfaced in Liu Zongmin's heart.
This world is a world where the winner is the king and the victor is the bandit. The current King Chuang is no longer the good brother he used to be, nor is he the hero worthy of his following. So, should he not flee to Xiadian with him and be captured by those Mongols? Liu Zongmin shook his head, trying to get rid of the idea from his mind, but once this idea came out, it had already taken root in his heart.
Liu Zongmin knew that the person that Lord Tang was determined to kill was not him, but Zicheng. From the high reward offered only for Zicheng, it could be seen that Lord Tang did not take him, Liu Zongmin, seriously. Although this made Liu Zongmin, who considered himself a hero, somewhat dissatisfied, it also gave him a chance to survive.
The days of enjoying the life of fighting for power had made Liu Zongmin no longer the rough and tumble man he once was. The days of riding on women's bellies had also made Liu Zongmin no longer the hero who was ready to die. He couldn't bear to give up the wealth and glory of the world. He couldn't bear to live without his beautiful wives and concubines. He couldn't bear to see his glory ruined.
Zongmin's eyes flickered, and a sense of panic surged in his heart for no apparent reason.
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