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Zhu Chongba in the late Ming Dynasty Volume 1 Chapter 509, Ma Xianglin and Wang Er

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    Ma Xianglin gave the order and the white pole soldiers came down the mountain.  But when there is an enemy army at the bottom of the mountain, the army on the mountain does not just go down the mountain. This is the same as attacking the mountain or crossing the river. People have already formed a formation at the foot of the mountain, and you cannot do it in front of them.  You just walked down the mountain road so arrogantly. The enemy is not a fool. They will take advantage of your army to form a line on the narrow mountain road and attack your troops who are already halfway down the mountain. Then you will lose.  .

    Therefore, the white pole soldiers did not dare to go down the mountain in front of Zhu Jun. They prepared on the top of the mountain for a long time. After observing that Zhu Jun had indeed retreated four or five miles away, they started to go down the mountain. Their first action after going down the mountain was not the same.  Instead of chasing after them immediately, we should reorganize the team first to ensure there is no disconnect between the front and rear, and then start to pursue forward.

    This would take a long time. Ma Xianglin was quite anxious. He was worried that the Tujia villages would be attacked by Zhu Jun and the villagers would be destroyed. On the one hand, he sent out scouts to pursue Zhu Jun's tail, and on the other hand, he raised white poles.  The soldiers began to follow the path left by Zhu Jun.

    After chasing for a while, Ma Xianglin's expression changed a little. He recognized this direction. There was indeed a Tujia village in this direction. There were about fifty households in the village, each with about five or six people.  , the total population is about 250 people, which is considered a relatively large village for the poor Tujia people.  There are indeed a few pretty Tujia girls in the village. This spring, when the Shizhu Tujia main village held a memorial ceremony, the little girls in this village went to the main village to participate in the "big hand-waving dance". After the dance, they also  I presented flowers to Qin Liangyu.  Those little girls had big eyes, as if they could talk. Ma Xianglin cherished them and wanted to find some heroic warriors to be their husbands, so Ma Xianglin remembered them very clearly.

    (Note: The hand-waving dance is a must-do group dance during Tujia people¡¯s memorial ceremonies, and almost all Tujia people can dance it.)

    He thought of Xu Renjie's lewd and disgusting smile, and couldn't help but worry about these little girls. If they fell into the hands of evil thieves, they would end up in a miserable state He shuddered just thinking about it.

    This is also a significant difference between ethnic minorities and the Han people. The populations of ethnic minorities are relatively small.  To protect yourself and survive.  Their centripetal force is relatively high, they can easily stick together, and they are more caring towards their clan members.  But the Han nationality is very large and lives in a vast area.  Without the pressure of survival.  Not only do you not need to cuddle up.  On the contrary, conflicts often occur, so the cohesion of the Han nation will be relatively poor, if it is a Han like Zuo Liangyu.  Hearing that a small Han village was about to be burned down by thieves, he wouldn't be as concerned as Ma Xianglin. Maybe he himself would join the ranks of burning the village.  This involves some aspects of people's hearts, so I won't go into details at this time.

    Ma Xianglin had five thousand white pole soldiers under his command. They chased Zhu Jun's traces. They thought that with the white pole soldiers' ability to cross mountains and ridges, it would not be difficult to catch up with a group of foreign soldiers from Shaanxi, but they didn't expect it.  Zhu Jun's movement was much faster than they imagined. The white-pole soldiers used all their strength to catch up at the fastest speed. Although the distance between the two armies was getting closer and closer, they were still far behind and could not catch up.  .

    The village was not far ahead. Ma Xianglin was anxious. Judging from the enemy's foot strength, Zhu Jun should have taken control of the village, but he didn't know if the people in the village had time to escape.

    After turning over a hurdle, Ma Xianglin suddenly saw a large amount of black smoke rising from behind the hill ahead, filling the entire hilltop. It looked like something was being burned, and the place where the black smoke was rising was.  The place where the Tujia village is located.  Needless to say, the bandit army must be burning down the village.

    Ma Xianglin was so angry that he wanted to put his wings on his back and fly over to fight Xu Renjie.

    "Run faster!" Ma Xianglin ordered loudly: "Catch up and kill all these bastards who burned my Tujia village."

    In fact, there was no need for him to give orders. The white-pole soldiers were also very angry. Their eyes were red and they ran very fast.

    After another long rush, the white soldiers came to the last hill. As long as they climbed up the hill, they could see the village with their eyes. Ma Xianglin wanted to see if the village was safe, but he didn't dare to look.  Feeling as uncomfortable as being close to someone.

    At this moment, I heard the sound of a drum on the hill. Three thousand black pole soldiers of Zhu Jun actually appeared on the hill. Then two thousand Shaanxi soldiers appeared on the left, two thousand Shaanxi soldiers appeared on the right, and seven thousand Zhu Jun appeared.  Here, needless to say, there are still a thousand people who set fire to the village behind.

    Xu Renjie appeared in front of the formation leisurely, smiling and waving his fan: "Hey, General Ma, why are you chasing me? Aren't you going to guard Motian Ridge? You continue to guard up there, why are you coming down?  "

     Ma Xianglin was extremely angry: "Despicable and shameless idiot, I'm here to take your head."

    Xu Renjie flattened his mouth: "Some things are easy to talk about, but not so easy to do. Just wait a minute. I caught a few little girls in that village. Just wait while I enjoy them.  , I will fight you again"

    "How dare you, evil thief!" Ma Xianglin roared angrily and stopped talking nonsense. He pointed the silver-inlaid white-steel gun forward and said loudly: "White-steel soldiers, come up here and bring this evil thief's head to me."  .¡±

    The white-pole soldiers immediately surged forward. Although Xu Renjie on the mountain said it easily, he was actually very wary in his heart. After all, the opponent was a world-famous white-pole soldier. He did not want to act hastily and lose his reputation, so he quickly also told the ordering soldiers around him  The order was given: "Block fight steadily and find out the opponent's strength first!"

    In the formation of the two armies, war drums sounded frequently.

    Both the white-pole soldiers and the black-pole soldiers began to move forward, preparing to fight on the slightly sloping hillside

    This hillside, like all the hillsides in Sichuan, is full of rugged rocks. Many low plants grow out of the cracks in the rocks. Many plants have undercuts and sharp thorns. Occasionally, one with a thicker soil layer  Wherever you go, a huge yellow jujube tree will grow. This kind of tree is evergreen all year round and has lush branches and leaves. It is not good for battle formations, but it is good for climbing and sneak attacks.

    The soldiers with white poles climbed up the hill.  While setting up, some sharp archers climbed onto the yellow oak trees and drew their bows and arrows, while soldiers who were good at infantry warfare slowly advanced among the rocks and vines, always paying attention to the surrounding terrain and preparing to use these terrains to fight.

    And the black-pole soldiers pressing down from the hill were also walking while observing the terrain to see where it was smoother and where they could launch a charge.  Where the terrain is too complex.  You must not run fast. You must know which tree the enemy's archers are hiding in, and which pile of grass hides the white pole soldiers.

    The slope of this hill is not very steep.  There's no point in falling rocks or anything.  What's more, Zhu Jun also marched here in a hurry.  There was no time to prepare for falling rocks and falling trees, and no time to build any fortifications, even though they were condescending.  But there are not many advantages that can be relied upon.

    It can be said that the two armies are basically under the same combat conditions.

    The two Shaanxi soldiers on the side also began to slowly approach the center. They had ordinary spears in their hands, and they had not received as much training in mountain warfare as the black-pole soldiers. They knew that they were not white-pole soldiers.  The opponent, therefore, willingly gave up the role of protagonist to the black pole soldiers. They only acted as a containment on the side and did not have the strength to fight decisively.

    Xu Renjie's nose was slightly sweaty.

    A little leader next to him couldn't help but said: "Our army is surrounded on three sides, but there is no fear on the faces of the white-poled soldiers. The soldiers are completely calm. It is really not simple."

    Xu Renjie nodded and said: "Isn't this nonsense? In the Battle of Hunhe, the Baigan soldiers didn't panic when they faced Manchu and Qing Tatar soldiers several times their size. Why are they afraid of us? Keep your spirits up.  Come on, the opponent this time is unprecedentedly powerful, perhaps the most powerful enemy our army has ever encountered since its founding."

    At this time, the front lines of the two armies were very close and had already entered the shooting range of the archers. However, due to the irregularly growing yellow jujube trees on the mountain, one to the east and one to the west, affecting the shooting angle of the archers, there were not many.  An archer shoots an arrow.  Even if someone occasionally shoots an arrow, it is usually stuck in the trunk of a certain tree and fails to penetrate the enemy's body.

    "Don't even think about shooting in this kind of terrain!" a squad leader in Zhu Jun shouted at the top of his voice.

    ??????????????????? Just in time, a shout from a small flag came from among the white-pole soldiers: "Stop shooting, there is a hammer for you. If you get close, use your gun to stab."

    The irregular formation finally got closer, and the black soldier at the front yelled, and stabbed out with the black gun in his hand. The white soldier on the opposite side did not show weakness, and the white gun in his hand also screamed.  A stab came back.

    The hillside instantly became chaos.

    The difference between a mountain battle and a land battle is really clear. If the battle is on flat ground, once the two armies fight, the phalanx will definitely crush each other. But on this complicated hillside, with the help of the rocks and big trees,  Staggered, as soon as the two armies fought, the military formations staggered together, forming a one-on-one battle relying on individual strength everywhere.

    A soldier with a black pole drew his spear to stab a soldier with a white pole. The soldier with a white pole dodged sideways and shot back. Unexpectedly, the soldier with a black pole was also very skilled and dodged sideways. The two of them were stunned at the same time and quickly drew their guns back.  , stabbed again but unexpectedly when they drew their guns backwards, the hooks on their spears actually clicked together with a "snap".

    This time it became a tug-of-war. The two soldiers blushed and dragged their opponents backwards, trying to drag their opponents to the ground and then finish them off with a shot.  But the two of them were equally strong, and they couldn't tell the difference even after dragging them for a long time.Victory or defeat, in the end both of them were exhausted, their bodies softened at the same time, and they rolled down the hillside.

    Another soldier with a white pole drew his spear to stab a soldier with a black pole. The soldier with a black pole also dodged sideways. Unexpectedly, the soldier with a white pole was very good at marksmanship. Once the tip of the spear in front was empty, the gun body spun.  Er, from a straight thrust to a sweeping sweep, he instantly swept the black soldier to the ground.  He was about to shoot the black-pole soldier who fell to the ground, but he didn't expect that after the black-pole soldier fell to the ground, he quickly grabbed a handful of weeds and threw it towards the white-pole soldier while hiding his head.  .

    The white-pole soldier felt his eyes blurred, and he didn't know what kind of hidden weapon was flying towards him, so he quickly avoided it. Unexpectedly, his foot was hooked by the black-pole soldier, and he fell to the ground. Both of them rolled on the hillside, and suddenly  It rolled a few feet away.

    From the beginning of the battle, it seemed extremely complicated. The weapons and fighting styles of the white-pole soldiers and the black-pole soldiers were almost the same. They made full use of the terrain and used various stones, vegetation, and big trees as their partners.  To deal with the enemy, the fighting methods are varied and eclectic, and you can always survive in desperate situations.

    The total number of white pole soldiers was five thousand, which was originally two thousand more than the black pole soldiers.  It stands to reason that the situation should be a situation of more troops fighting fewer troops. However, the two Shaanxi soldiers pressing up forced the white pole soldiers to divide more than 2,000 soldiers to deal with it. As a result, there were more black pole soldiers than white pole soldiers in the front.

    Xu Renjie's heart was in his throat. He really hoped that the black-armed soldiers he had trained with his own hands would be as capable as the white-armed soldiers. However, although the ideal was beautiful, it was not easy to realize. After all, the six-eared monkey was not the Monkey King's.  Opponent, as the battle lasts for a long time, the white-pole soldiers will begin to show their advantages.  After all, they are Sichuanese who were born and raised in Sichuan since childhood.  In addition, the white pole soldiers are of the same origin.  The mountain warfare training that began when he was young is an advantage that even the black pole soldiers cannot catch up with.

    When the fight just started, the black pole soldiers could still take advantage by relying on their momentum and condescension, but as time went on.  The "internal strength" of the black pole soldiers is not good.  The "internal strength" here certainly does not refer to the internal strength in martial arts novels.  Rather, it refers to the foundation. It is as if the Chinese nation, which has a history of 5,000 years, is going to hold a historical relics exhibition together with the United States, which is only a hundred years old. China is shocked.  The overbearing spirit bursts out, and if a few cultural relics are shaken out, the United States can be shocked to the ground.

    Xu Renjie soon discovered that the black pole soldiers could no longer resist. Although their morale was as high as ever, and the confidence brought by Zhu Bago's victorious battles still supported their fight, their eyes were no longer as sharp as at the beginning.  , the position also began to fall.  The white-pole soldiers obviously rushed ten feet closer to the top of the mountain, and the white-pole soldiers' forward momentum did not stop at all. Many black-pole soldiers stepped forward to block them, but they were quickly swept away by the white-pole soldiers.  On one side, the Shaanxi soldiers on both sides fought desperately, but they could not contain their progress

    The one who rushed to the front of the white pole army formation was Ma Xianglin, known as Xiao Ma Chao and the one-eyed horse.  He brandished a white-stemmed gun inlaid with silver, and the gunfire was like pear blossoms. He was invincible. Any black-steel soldier could not make a single move in his hand, and he easily knocked him down or swept him aside.

    Ma Xianglin's target was obviously Xu Renjie. He was really pissed off by Xu Renjie. This guy actually said in front of him that he wanted to arrest a little girl from the Tujia ethnic group and make her happy. He was simply worse than a beast. Plus, the hills  Black smoke was still rising from the other side. It was obvious that the Tujia village was still being ravaged by the Xiongxiong fire. Unless Xu Renjie was killed, he would be filled with anger.

    Ma Xianglin took a few steps forward. Seeing that Xu Renjie was not far ahead, he laughed angrily and said, "Evil thief, take your life!"

    At this moment, a strong man suddenly jumped out from the ground in front of him. This man looked like an iron tower and held an iron rod in his hand. He was really powerful. It was King Baishui coming.  He saw Ma Xianglin fighting bravely on the top of the hill, and his hands had already been itchy. At this time, Ma Xianglin led his army to rush towards him. How could he not come to accept the attack?

    The iron rod slammed forward. When Ma Xianglin heard the sound of the iron rod slashing through the air, he knew it. Originally, the white-barrel gun had already come towards him and was ready to parry, but at this time, he turned to the side and did not fight hard.  .  Because the white pole gun is not made of iron, but is cut from the branches of the ash tree. To put it bluntly, it is still a wooden pole. If this thing comes into contact with the iron rod in the king's hand, it will be broken immediately.

    The iron rod passed by the white gun. Ma Xianglin himself turned slightly to get out of the way of the rod. There was a loud "dang" sound, and the iron rod hit the solid rock on the ground. Stone chips flew everywhere, and a small piece of  The stone was so excited that it flew up and brushed against Ma Xianglin's face, which actually caused pain on his face.

    Ma Xianglin was surprised for a while: "This person has such great brute strength. Even among the Tatars outside the pass, there are very few people with such brute strength."

    You must know that Wang Er is from Shaanxi, and Shaanxi people are also the so-called "Qin people". The Qin people are much taller and more powerful than the people in the Central Plains and the south. Compared with the people in LiaodongPeople outside the country are no less willing to give in, and Wang Er happens to be a top-notch monster among the Qin people. With brute strength, there are really not many people in the world who can beat him.

    With just one move, Ma Xianglin knew that Wang Er couldn't fight head-on, he could only take it by chance.  The white gun in his hand was swung, and a cloud of gunfire burst out instantly, and snowflakes exploded around Wang Er.

    Wang Er saw that the opponent's spear power was changing and he couldn't help shouting: "Well done!" He also quickly used the stick technique in the Shaanxi Red Fist routine to meet him. The two of them exchanged hands. It was really extraordinary, within a radius of ten feet.  , full of guns, flowers and sticks, the wind howling, and no one else could get close. Even Yingshanhong, who wanted to go up to help her husband, couldn't find a place to intervene.

    When Xu Renjie saw this scene, he suddenly felt something bad in his heart.

    If on the flat ground, Wang Er and the enemy were fighting in such an inseparable situation, he would not be worried at all. But on this hillside, the terrain is complicated, and Wang Er and the general of the white pole soldiers are fighting like this, the situation is  Something is wrong.  Wang Er's level in mountain warfare is not very high. What if he steps on some rocks, vines or the like under his feet and misses the mark?

    As soon as he thought of this, the result came out.

    After a long battle, Wang Er ignored the soles of his feet and stepped on a sharp stone. This stone was not easy to stand on. As soon as he stepped on it, Wang Er's big foot tilted to the side, and his center of gravity suddenly shifted to the left.  side.

    How could Ma Xianglin waste such a good opportunity?  The white spear in his hand burst out into a storm of pear blossoms and struck Wang Er's left side fiercely.  Wang Er took a deep breath and wanted to level his body back to dodge, but due to his unstable center of gravity, his dodge was delayed by half a minute. He only heard a soft pop, and the white-barrel gun pierced Wang Er's left shoulder. Fortunately, Wang Er hurried to  With one leap, he neutralized most of the attack, but this shot had seriously injured him, and blood flowed out
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