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The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the temperature in the originally not very warm weather is gradually dropping. It is estimated that it will be dark in another hour and a half.

On the official road, Aixinjueluo Babuhai, a guerrilla guarding the food supply, raised his head and looked at the position of the sun. He estimated in his mind that he would reach the small town in front of him in an hour. At that time, we will rely on that small town and camp for one night. We will arrive at Uiju tomorrow evening. But this was not what he cared about most. Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the surrounding mountains and forests.

One of the men beside him saw what he meant and knew what he meant. He slightly curled his lips and said with a bit of disdain: "General, I guess that Mingguo doesn't have the guts to come!"

"I don't know how the food protection army was wiped out by them in the past. How did they rely on the sheer number of people?" Another person was a little puzzled and took this opportunity to join in.

After he asked this question, no one answered him. It's not that they don't want to answer, but they can't understand it either. Just relying on the defeated troops of North Korea and the Ming army in Dongjiang, how could they possibly annihilate a thousand Jin troops without even one of them escaping? Even among those thousand people, neither alive nor dead were seen.

Babuhai estimated the time, then turned back and ordered: "It's almost time, send the messenger!"

According to the agreement, there was a group of messengers every hour. Some of them went to Yizhou to contact Heshuobele Aixinjueluode Delei, and some went back to contact Heshuobele Aixinjueluo Amin.

Not long after the messenger was dispatched, there was sudden movement on the mountain on one side of the official road ahead. When Babuhai and others heard the sound and took a look, they saw large rocks rolling down one after another. The number is so large and the stretch is so long that it would only be possible to reach this scale if they had been prepared for a long time.

When such a surprise attack occurred, Babuhai was not surprised but overjoyed, and immediately ordered the horn to be blown.

Babu Hai personally visited the food protection army. It was obvious that there were many Jurchens in the army, unlike the previous food protection army, which was mostly composed of Mongolians and Han people. They were indeed veterans of the war. They hid on the other side of the official road and began to shrink and assemble at the same time.

Many of the stones that rolled down were stuck in trees and rocks and did not roll onto the official road. But almost half of them still ended up on the official road. Because the slope of the mountain on this side is a bit steep, the big rocks that eventually rolled down had enough kinetic energy and made a loud noise.

With a "pop", a grain truck was hit by a rolling stone, making a loud noise. The frame of the truck suddenly fell into pieces, the grain bags on it were smashed open, and the grain inside was scattered on the floor.

The sound of "咴咴咴" sounded, as if an unlucky horse was hit, it let out a scream. Those who hit the vital points were killed on the spot without even wailing.

Of course, there were also some Jianlu who couldn't escape and were hit by falling stones and died!

But in the end, the falling stones are not very accurate. In addition, there were grain trucks blocking the way, so the Jianlu who were hiding on the other side of the official road did not suffer many casualties.

After a while, it finally disappeared when it rolled down. Koreans appeared on the mountain one after another, and they rushed down the mountain roaring. The few archers shot arrows from a high position while charging.

With a sneer on his face, Babu Hai gave the order, and immediately, his men immediately formed a row. The soldiers with spears and shields are in front, and the archers are behind. They didn't shoot back, they just formed a battle formation and just stood there, waiting for the North Korean volunteers to rush down the mountain.

"Kill!" There were also Korean figures on the other side of the mountain. It seemed that not only the defeated soldiers, but also some civilians were shouting and rushing down with sickles and hoes. The terrain here is relatively flat, and it can be seen at a glance that there seem to be a lot of Koreans.

Babu Hai still had a sneer and gave another order. The battle formation immediately changed. The battle formation that originally faced Rolling Stone had changed. His men changed their formations in an orderly manner, forming a square-like battle formation.

None of these prisoners showed signs of panic after being ambushed. They were all calm. They did not move until the order was given. They just stared coldly at the enemy rushing down the mountain.

Babu Hai glanced at both sides of the official road and estimated that there were more than two thousand Koreans. He couldn't help but sneered: "With these rabble, they dare to think about food. Haha, I really don't know how to write the word "death". ?”

But even though he said this, he didn't look arrogant. Always scanning the mountains on both sides, still looking for something.

In just a moment, those North Korean volunteers who rushed quickly were within the range of their bows and arrows. Babuhai gave an order, and the archers in the inner circle began to attack.

The sound of "swish, swish, swish" was heard immediately, and the light arrows, like wasps in a hornet's nest, flew out of the Jianlu battle formation and landed on the Korean volunteers and civilians who did not have much armor.

It has to be said that the proportion of the captives who can shoot arrows in this army of captives protecting food is a bit high, and the density of bows and arrows is a bit high. As the sound of "Puff, puff, puff" sounded, many Koreans who charged bravely were hit by arrows. Suddenly, one by one fell to the ground.

Some of the more unlucky ones, who were shot in the vital parts, just fell there and never moved on their own; some were more fortunate, and were not shot in the vital parts, but they tried to get up by themselves, with a look of fear on their faces, and cried out in pain. I want to pull out the arrow but don't dare to pull it out.

Jianlu's bow and arrow only fired three rounds, and the charging Korean volunteers and civilians no longer had the courage to charge, so they turned around and ran back. When passing by those companions who were injured but not dead, they hurriedly picked them up and took them away.

Babuhai looked at all this with even more disdain on his face. After giving the order, groups of archers lined up, regardless of which side of the mountain was steep, they chased to the other side and started shooting. The rest of the Jianlu were still guarding the grain cart and made no movement.

These Jianlu archers are indeed accurate, and they are worthy of being veterans of many years of battle. Under their firing, the Korean volunteers and civilians suddenly suffered many casualties.

Suddenly, another shout came from the mountain: "Charge!" "Kill the Tatars!"

Groups of people followed, driving away the North Korean volunteers and civilians who had fled first, and then charged again.

Babuhai could clearly see that the ambush soldiers who came out later were wearing Ming army uniforms. Although many wore armor, many did not, which was no different from the impression of Jiang Ming's army in the Middle East. We can be sure that these are the Ming troops in Dongjiang.

"Haha, we finally came out!" Babuhai sneered, and then he gave the order again. The archers who had chased him out returned to their ranks and hid behind the sword, shield and spear soldiers again.

The sound of "bang bang bang" bowstrings was heard, and the sound of "bang bang bang" muskets. The archers and muskets in the Ming army hid behind the Koreans and began to cover the attack.