By the time Chen Longzheng and his troops arrived at Dahudong Village, the place was already in a mess. There were corpses everywhere. There were at least a hundred people, including the elderly and even children. All of them were lying in pools of blood. Wooden sticks, shovels, rakes, and other simple weapons and farming tools were scattered on the ground. Some of the houses in the village were burning.
Liu Xiaoliu, who was leading the way, suddenly knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
"Goddamn Ma Wendong! You will die a horrible death! Ah! "
Seeing him crying so sadly, Chen Longzheng felt a dull pain in his heart. The soldiers of the Ming Army were also filled with righteous indignation. They wanted to find the culprits and fight to the death to avenge their dead compatriots. Chen Longzheng squatted down and patted Liu Xiaoliu's shoulder. He said, "Xiaoliu, don't be sad. There are only about a hundred bodies here. There should be more people who haven't died. I don't see the thugs here. Where did they go?"
Liu Xiaoliu wiped his face and looked around. He said sadly, "There are mountains all around. It's easy to hide in the mountains. They must have gone to the mountains to hide, but I don't know which mountain it is …"
After saying that, Liu Xiaoliu started crying again. Chen Longzheng frowned as he looked around at the faintly discernible mountains around him. He also felt a headache. He only had less than three hundred troops under him. Only when they gathered together would they have offensive power and combat power. They couldn't be separated. When Xiao Ruxun's flintlock squad fought, they would at least form a formation of five hundred people. More often, they would directly send out five hundred people in a line. When they fired, they looked impressive, but they rarely hit the target.
He had less than three hundred soldiers, so he couldn't split up to find the target. If he couldn't find the target, it would be very difficult.
"What should we do?"
Chen Longzheng patted his thigh.
"Liu … Xiaoliu …"
While he was feeling depressed, Liu Xiaoliu seemed to suddenly hear something. He raised his head and looked around in panic.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Longzheng hurriedly asked. Liu Xiaoliu immediately said, "I just heard someone calling me. Someone was calling Xiaoliu. Sir, someone is not dead. Someone is still alive! Right here! "
Chen Longzheng was stunned. He immediately ordered the soldiers to search and soon found the source of the sound.
A burly man was lying on the ground, his mouth twitching weakly. His abdomen had been hit by a lead bullet, and his entire abdomen had been split open. Even his intestines had been blown out. It was an unbearable sight, but Liu Xiaoliu didn't seem to care. He rushed over and grabbed the burly man's hand.
"Fourth Brother! Fourth Brother! How are you? Are you all right? How are you? You … Don't worry, don't move. I'll ask Mr. Chen to take you to the ship. There's a doctor from the Daming on the ship. He can definitely save you! I can definitely save you. Don't be afraid, don't move! Mr. Chen! Mr. Chen! This is my fourth brother, he's still alive! He's still alive! "
Seeing Liu Xiaoliu's ecstatic face, Chen Longzheng couldn't bear to say that this man was beyond saving. He had been shot in the abdomen, and his intestines were exposed. It was a miracle that he had survived until now. There was no way he could be saved.
Xiao Ruxun had told him before that lead bullets weren't lethal, but they were poisonous. The combination of the fire poison from gunpowder and the lead poison from the lead bullet made it a lethal weapon. He had used this to deal with the rebel army back in the Northwest.
Only a few rebels died on the spot. A few days later, they killed their way into the rebels' camp. The camp was full of people who had died after being shot by lead bullets. In this day and age, if someone was shot in a certain part of the body, the best way to survive was to cut off the injured limb.
The man in front of them was beyond saving. Even if the gods came down to earth, they might not be able to save him.
"Liu … Liu …"
The strong man was lying on the ground. He pulled on Liu Xiaoliu's clothes and said something, but his voice was too soft. Liu Xiaoliu could only stick his ear to the strong man's mouth and hear the very faint words "West Mountain."
Liu Xiaoliu suddenly realized and looked in the direction of the West Mountain. The West Mountain was a place that the hunters in the village would go to when they went hunting. There was a lot of prey, familiar roads, and a water source on the mountain. If they wanted to avoid Ma Wendong's men, the West Mountain was the best choice!
Liu Xiaoliu turned to Chen Longzheng and shouted, "Mr. Chen! My fourth brother said that everyone went to the West Mountain to hide! They must be there! Ma Wendong, that bastard, must be there too! We have to go to the West Mountain as soon as possible! And, sir, my fourth brother, he … "
Before Liu Xiaoliu could finish, he felt his hand go limp. He turned around and saw that the strong man's hand had fallen to the ground. He looked at his face again. His eyes were closed, and there was no sign of life, but there was a sense of peace.
"Fourth brother!!!!"
Liu Xiaoliu threw himself on the strong man's chest and cried. Chen Longzheng took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness in his heart. He called for a ten-man squad leader.
"Take ten men with you and collect their bodies. Then, stand guard here. Wait for me to come back, then hand these bodies to their relatives to deal with."
The ten-man squad leader immediately agreed.
"Yes, sir!"
"The rest of you, follow me to save the people!"
"Yes, sir!"
The shouts of the Ming Army soldiers shook the sky.
Chen Longzheng walked to Liu Xiaoliu and said, "Xiaoliu, the dead can't come back to life. Don't be too sad. Take us to the West Mountain immediately. There are more people waiting for us to save!"
Hearing this, Liu Xiaoliu stopped crying. His body twitched as he crawled up from the ground. He wiped his tears and nodded his head. He gritted his teeth and picked up a rake from the ground. He said, "Sir, follow me!"
After saying this, Liu Xiaoliu ran with all his might. Chen Longzheng led the Ming Army and followed him all the way to the foot of the West Mountain. They heard the faint sound of gunfire and realized that the situation was not good. They quickened their pace and entered the mountain.
The situation was indeed not good. Although the villagers had a lot of people, they didn't have any weapons. They didn't even have many iron products. The few knives and guns that they had were useless against the guns of Ma Wendong and the other guards.
The crossbows in the hands of a dozen hunters couldn't save the whole situation. They could only slightly hinder their advance. The large number of men, women, old and young seriously delayed the villagers' speed of escape. The group of young men and women could only risk their lives to fight with Ma Wendong.
While the Ming Army and the Spanish army were fighting, the villagers also began to resist the oppression of Ma Wendong under the leadership of a few strong leaders. They tried to kill a bloody path to meet up with the Ming Army. They wanted to ask the Ming Army to support them and defeat Ma Wendong.
However, they underestimated the ruthlessness of Ma Wendong and the lethality of his guards. They didn't have many good guns, but they did. When they fired, the power was not to be underestimated.
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