New Shun 1730

Du Feng and several of his companions squatted on the branches, just as they had done when they robbed caravans.

Swinging on the pine trees was their way of picking pine cones, robbing caravans, and hiding footprints. There was no need to tie a rope to the branches.

Seeing the team of Luosha people, Du Feng frowned and took a hissing breath.

Everything was just as Liu Yu guessed. These Luosha people didn't have any skills such as making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, or forming a formation to round up and capture.

It's not that they don't know how to do it, but they are used to bullying the tribes and don't really need those skills.

After simply lining up, they lined up three cannons.

However, this cannon was a bit shabby.

There was no gun mount, only three gun barrels tied to a sled and pulled by two moose.

When they arrived at the place, four Luosha people lifted the rope and lifted the gun barrel down, just like lifting a pig after slaughtering it during the New Year.

The gunner looked very experienced. He chose a dirt ridge and used two pieces of wood to pad it underneath.

He muttered a few words that Du Feng couldn't understand, found a branch from the ground, broke it, tested the height, and put it under the gun.

After loading the gunpowder, the person behind the gun quickly dodged. The gunner lit the fuse with a torch, and with a bang...

The shell flew too fast for Du Feng to see clearly.

He saw that the gun flew back two steps and landed on the snow, making a sizzling sound of boiling water. The gunner next to him, wearing gloves, lifted the gun barrel again and put it on the slope.

Turning his head to look at the fence of the village, Du Feng was also impressed.

The gun looked so shabby, but the gunner was a master. With just a few branches and a few pieces of wood, he could hit the target with one shot and hit the fence of the village directly.

The Rakshasa people in front of the gun and the naturalized people of the tribe who came with them were arranged in three sparse rows.

He took out the axe that was more than half a person's height and stuck it into the ground. The fork of the axe was used as a gun rack, and the heavy matchlock gun was placed on the axe.

Bang, bang, bang...

The shooting was carried out in an orderly manner, and it can be seen that the training level is still there.

Occasionally, a few arrows would fly out of the village fence, but at such a long distance, the arrows were already soft and had no power.

Everything was as Liu Yu expected. After about six or seven bombardments, the cannon stopped firing, perhaps because the temperature was too high.

The few Rakshasa people who were manning the cannon also walked to the front with muskets or axes.

The village fence had been smashed to pieces, but the primitive bows and arrows of the tribe did not cause any harm to these Rakshasa people. One arrow fell on a Rakshasa man, but it did not even penetrate his leather coat.

Then, these Rakshasa people shouted "Ula", carried muskets on their backs, carried heavy axes, and rushed towards the village.

They rushed in an orderly manner. They did not start running from a long distance, but lined up and approached before starting to rush.

There were only six Rakshasa people left beside the three cannons. They were sitting on the gunpowder barrels, smoking by the fire, and leisurely stepping on a cannonball, rolling it back and forth.

It looked like they were having fun. It was as simple as dealing with those tribes in the past, without any defense.

It seemed that it was easy to seize the cannon.

But it was not. That's why Du Feng frowned and took a breath.

Indeed, there were only six people, several brothers on his side, plus the four good hands assigned to him by Liu Yu, it would be easy to kill these six people.

Liu Yu said that he would grasp the opportunity himself. This seemed to be the best opportunity.

But...

There were only six people, but there was a large group of dogs.

A large group of terrible dogs.

What Du Feng saw was a group of vicious dogs with black skin and white hair. Maybe because of pulling sleds, each of them was very strong.

Pointy, inverted triangle ears.

Apricot-like eyes, looking dark blue, with white hair on the forehead.

Some vicious dogs made low, hoarse calls, which sounded like bad guys.

These dogs looked a lot like wolves, and their calls were also a bit like wolves with mute voices.

Du Feng thought that these dogs were born in a bitter and cold place, so they must be wild and fierce. They are tall and fierce, and can pull sleds, so they must be fierce.

They look like wolves, so I'm afraid they are no less fierce than wolves.

Dozens of vicious dogs were right next to the cannon, either curled up or lying on the ground. The smoking Rakshasa threw a few pieces of meat to tease them, and these dogs ignored the gunshots and shouting in front of them.

Obviously they were well-fed. Du Feng also raised dogs and knew how crazy dogs would bite if they attacked their owners.

Now, the best opportunity to seize the cannon is right in front of him.

If he didn't jump down to seize the cannon at this time, even if he won in front, his credit would be gone.

The companions beside him also noticed the group of vicious dogs that they had not considered before. Looking at these wolf-like vicious dogs, listening to their hoarse roars and sharp ears like wolves, they all knew that they might be difficult to deal with.

They had seen wolves and knew how ferocious they were. These vicious dogs looked as big and strong as wolves, with ferocious fur and startling roars, no less than those hungry wolves in the mountains.

Du Feng gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand to take off the fur coat of his companion and put it on himself.

"In a while, you go down to grab the cannon. I'll go and chop those dogs."

As he spoke, he took another fur coat from his companion and covered his throat tightly.

He even wrapped one around his crotch. He was not afraid of biting his legs, but Du Feng was afraid that his thing would be bitten off directly, so wrapping one more coat around his waist was also an extra insurance.

"Brother Feng, don't go down. Master Liu is prepared. Even if we don't seize these cannons, the Rakshasa people won't win."

"Yes, Brother Feng, those dogs down there are not weaker than wolves. Look at that."

Du Feng couldn't help but stretched out his hand to tie the leather jacket around his neck to protect his throat, took out a few horseshoe nails and handed them over.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll go down and chop those dogs. There are six people below. You kill those Rakshasa people. After that, put the horseshoe nails in first and then save me. If things go wrong ahead, get some wood. Wedge the nails in to block the fire door. If the front is smooth, don't smash the nails. Dead guns and live guns are not the same."

"Brother Feng..." The third child looked at those vicious dogs and wanted to give him one last piece of advice.

Du Feng sighed and made his words clear.

"Brothers, I'm different from you. To put it bluntly, you will only be around for a lifetime."

"But I still have hope to leave this hellish place. No one wants to spend their whole lives guarding the border in the Northeast. You can't leave. But...but I still have hope. Isn't it just a hope and a hope for people to live?"

"My father, mother and sister, I have to take them out. To the south, to a warm place, to the world of flowers."

"If I don't do this today, the merits of my father's hard work and killing people for more than ten years will be all in vain. Mr. Liu is right, he is not my father or my mother, so why should he spoil me? Why do you speak for me for no reason?”

The friends who had been playing with it since childhood took the horseshoe nails and put them in their mouths. They said nothing more and just squeezed Du Feng's shoulders to signal caution.

At this time, the Rakshasa soldiers had already rushed to the village fence, and it was the best time to go out and seize the cannon.

Du Feng gritted his teeth, thinking that the worst he could do was to tear off a few pieces of flesh, as long as he didn't break his legs and lose his horse.

He shouted fiercely, jumped down first with the knife in hand.

The bloated body wrapped in several layers of fur coat rolled twice on the ground, used the strength to stand up, and ran towards the group of vicious dogs with the knife in hand, standing between his friends and the vicious dogs.

The scolding and shouting behind him, the clicking sound of the knife hitting the bone, and the popping sound of the dagger stabbing into the stomach, none of this was worth looking back at.

He was sure that his companions and the four masters would not have a problem dealing with the unsuspecting Rakshasa artillerymen.

Now, what he has to do is to stop those vicious dogs.

The owner of the vicious dogs has been attacked, and he can imagine how crazy these vicious dogs will be.

With the knife in his hand, Du Feng breathed heavily, and the vicious dog opposite made a hoarse bark.

However……

These scary-looking dogs with inverted triangular ears, like wolf cubs, did not pounce.

Instead, he ran to Du Feng's side, stuck out his tongue and circled Du Feng twice. He even stuck out his tongue and licked Du Feng's leather jacket. He shook his body as if he was expecting Du Feng to scratch him. Tickle their bellies.

Du Feng was dumbfounded.

The hand holding the knife was a little weak, and just now he was determined to tear off a few pieces of meat, but he never expected to see such a group of dogs.

Looking back, I saw that six Rakshasa people had been killed, and their blood was flowing all over the floor.

But these wolf-like dogs turned a blind eye, wagging their tails as if waiting for Du Feng to play with them. Blue, almond-like eyes, full of joy in meeting people.

"Mother Rixen... what kind of dog is this?"

…………

The Cossack leader came out of the fence next to the village, holding an ax and cutting open the wooden fence. The area hit by the shells was very fragile, and it would fall down with a little force.

Just like the tribes we encountered before, after a few shells and a volley of musket fire, these tribesmen would disperse.

as always.

What happened a while ago made this Cossack leader with a dream of getting rich very dissatisfied.

The tribesmen dared to deceive them, and set fire to the house and burned a dozen Cossacks to death.

Although there are fewer people dividing the skins, and each person can divide seven or eight more mink skins, these tribes must be taught some lessons after all, otherwise it will not be so easy to collect "Yasak" and ask them to pay tribute to berries and nuts in the future.

Some tribesmen who had taken refuge in the past told them that people from various tribes were going to the "sacred monument" to offer sacrifices. The Cossacks thought it was ridiculous. The Apocalypse and the Doomsday Judgment had not yet come, so what was the use of praying to those evil gods?

"In a few days, that tower and the monument they said the Khitans erected should be destroyed."

With this thought in mind, he pushed down the fence. The Cossack leader looked at the old man playing the fish-skin drum on a wooden house in the distance and smiled.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his beard, bit the slightly bitter beard in his mouth, and shouted to the people who had already poured in: "Array! Array! Shoot one round with the musket first and then charge. In the past. They were already like frightened rabbits. It only took one round of musketry to make them flee into the forest."

Several Cossacks cursed and ignored his words, rushing straight to a nearby hut, rummaging for furs, mammoth tusks, or anything else that could be exchanged for silver coins at the merchants.

The remaining people still stood up obediently, and after reloading, they shot sporadically for a while. The fish skin drum stopped ringing, as if he was frightened by the musket.

With a hurrah, more than a hundred people no longer formed their formation, and rushed towards the small, snow-covered place in front that seemed to be a wooden house.

In the ice castle, Liu Yu squinted his eyes through the holes left in the wood.

The thick cotton gloves had been taken off and hung around his neck, and his fingers were slightly trembling on the trigger.

The heavy leaf spring had been pulled open, and Wangshan was aiming at a very young Cossack boy.

The boy looked to be in his twenties, very tall, a little thin, holding an axe in his hand, and there was a long scar on his left eye, extending from the corner of his eye to his chin.

The scar must have a story about bravery or luck. But it soon became meaningless.

The Cossack who rushed over had already run to the place four or five meters in front of the ice castle, where a lot of water was splashed and some snow powder was deliberately sprinkled, making it very slippery.

Perhaps it was an illusion, Liu Yu felt that he could smell the smell of the barn from the bad breath of the opposite side.

"Release!"

He shouted and pulled the trigger. Whether in the previous life or this life, this was Liu Yu's first time killing someone.