Immediately afterwards, the second musketeer also completed the actions of loading and firing.
A flash of light, and another bullet whistled out.
The third one, the fourth one...
Each musketeer repeated the same movements at an astonishing speed.
Loading, firing, and loading again created a deadly barrage of fire.
Amidst the billowing smoke, the flames shone like twinkling stars in the night sky.
The flickering light illuminated their resolute faces.
The Yellow Turban Gang's formation was torn to pieces by the dense barrage of bullets.
The once orderly ranks were scattered like fallen leaves in a strong wind.
Faced with this sudden blow, the Yellow Turban gang's henchmen completely lost their fighting spirit.
They scattered like headless flies.
Some didn't even bother to pick up their weapons, focusing only on desperately escaping for their lives.
Huang Tianhu, the leader of the Yellow Turban Gang, stood on a high place.
He could only watch helplessly as his carefully trained thousand-plus men were defeated.
They were routed by the musketeers.
The musketeers' dense barrage of bullets reaped one life after another.
"Hold on! Hold on for me!"
Waving the command flag in his hand, he issued orders in a hoarse voice:
"Archers, fire! Shieldbearers, cover! Charge! Charge!"
However, his voice was drowned out by the deafening sound of gunfire.
His orders were like stones sinking into the sea, unable to reach the ears of his panicked subordinates.
Li Mu's cavalry pierced through the Yellow Turban rebels' formation like sharp knives.
They were divided and surrounded, and the musketeers' accurate fire made matters worse for them.
Huang Tianhu's efforts seemed so pale and powerless; he knew that the tide had turned and defeat was inevitable.
But he was unwilling to accept defeat!
He slammed the command flag to the ground, drew his massive spiked club from his waist, and roared:
"Even if I die, I'll take a few of them with me!"
He leaped from the observation tower, attempting a final, desperate struggle.
They wanted to take the enemy general's head, even if it meant dying on the battlefield.
He also wanted to show the last shred of dignity he had as the gang leader.
However, he was met with an even denser hail of bullets, which rained down like hail.
Huang Tianhu dodged left and right, wielding his spiked club with ferocious force, barely managing to block a few bullets.
But more bullets pierced his defenses, leaving bloody marks on his body.
He felt a sharp pain, and his movements became sluggish.
He knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
Looking around, he found himself surrounded, with little hope of escape.
Just when he was in despair, Chen Qingwan appeared before him on horseback.
The musket in his hand was aimed at his thigh.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.
Huang Tianhu screamed and fell off his horse, the spiked club slipping from his hand.
Chen Qingwan coldly stared at Huang Tianhu lying on the ground and shouted loudly:
"Capture Huang Tianhu alive!"
The surrounding soldiers swarmed forward and tied Huang Tianhu up tightly.
The battle in Yong'an County ended in a complete victory for Chen Qingwan's side.
A surge of joy welled up in Chen Qingwan's heart, washing away the anxiety and exhaustion of the past few days.
This was her first real experience leading troops into battle.
This was also the first time she had achieved such a glorious victory.
Looking at the cheering soldiers around her, she felt a surge of pride.
Chen Qingwan walked up to Huang Tianhu, who had been captured.
Looking down at him from his superior position, he gave a cold smile:
"Tell me, where is your main base?"
Huang Tianhu clutched his bleeding thigh, his face deathly pale.
His lips trembled, but he only hummed and murmured, refusing to utter a single word.
He was thinking to himself that as long as he didn't say anything...
Surely this woman can't really kill herself, can she?
He was, after all, a powerful figure in his own right; this woman should at least give him some face.
Chen Qingwan saw his nonchalant attitude.
With a cold laugh, he pressed the musket in his hand directly against the man's forehead.
"Not going to talk? I... this general hates disobedient prisoners the most."
The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his scalp, and the threat of death instantly shattered Huang Tianhu's psychological defenses.
He was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and a warm current uncontrollably gushed out from his crotch.
A foul odor filled the air.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! In the mountain valley, at Huangjin Village!"
Chen Qingwan frowned in disgust, took a step back, and waved her hand.
"lead the way!"
Two soldiers, one on each side, grabbed Huang Tianhu's arms and dragged him forward like a dead dog.
The wound on Huang Tianhu's thigh was still bleeding profusely, and every step he took was excruciatingly painful.
He walked with a limp, muttering curses under his breath.
He cursed Chen Qingwan's ancestors for eighteen generations.
"You vile woman, you have the heart of a snake!"
"If I had known it would be this ruthless, I would have confessed from the start!"
He was filled with regret, not to mention how he had lost face.
Our stronghold is going to be taken down too. We've lost both our wife and our army!
The army marched in a mighty procession toward the Yellow Turban stronghold.
Huang Tianhu tried every means to delay the journey.
He clutched his stomach, groaning in pain.
"Ouch, ouch, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts, I need to poop!"
The soldier urged impatiently:
"Hurry up and go! Don't try anything funny!"
Huang Tianhu had no choice but to continue walking forward. After only a few steps, he started shouting again:
"Ouch, ouch, my feet hurt, I can't walk anymore!"
"Stop talking nonsense! If you don't leave, I'll shoot you dead!"
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