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Chapter 1185 Stupid Thief
Sixty miles is a day's journey for the Beiyang Banner Army.

But the same march of sixty miles was a great test for Boduan and his subordinates.

There were 94 people when we set off, and when we could see the Dingjiazhuang archway from a distance, after five days of hard trek, there were 62 people left.

The others didn't die, but they were too hungry to walk, so they were left where they were. There were still a lot of dead grass and leaves outside the city that they could find a way to eat. Counting the days, they couldn't die if they starved for a few more days.

When they are hungry, they feel dizzy when they walk, and the marching distance is long, but they have no leggings. Leggings, a military material throughout Chinese history, were not used in Europe until Napoleon’s time. The Baudouin squad poses more difficulties.

"But it's fine now, suck!" Boduan, wearing a high-topped helmet with a red feather in it, raised his hand and wiped his running nose on the cuff of his armor, and leaned on the matchlock that had been used as a crutch all along the road. Handing the gun to his subordinates, he drew out the long sword at his waist and said, "It looks like they built a low wall and the gate of the fort is closed. There must be food inside. Let's go!"

As soon as he raised his leg and took two steps, the captain turned his head again, and said to his demoralized subordinates: "If you really can't walk, stay here, and everyone else cheer up and go!"

The closed gate behind the Dingjiazhuang archway did not bring much sense of crisis to this French army team. As soldiers, although they may not even have the strength to escape when they see a Ming army in their current state, but for the peasants Still have enough confidence.

Peasants are weak, and this concept was deeply rooted in Europe during the long Middle Ages.

A dozen or so soldiers with blisters on their feet and frozen toes could no longer move, so they stayed in place and waited. The remaining forty or so soldiers skillfully divided into three teams and surrounded them from north to south, either raising spears or holding muskets. Line up and move forward, gradually approaching.

But different from Boduan's imagination, the farmers in Ding's village were not the European farmers in his mind who left Zhuangzi and fled or were frightened. They were a little impatient to wait.

The 'approach' speed of the French squad is really too slow.

The flag officer was unable to hold the flag any longer, and moved a step like leaning on a cane. The officer in front was quite strong, but his soldiers couldn't keep up. Use the speed of movement to ensure that the three teams are not in chaos.

At first Ding Hai still felt a little bit strange that his brother-in-law Wang Yang's message was not accurate, the bandit army is the bandit army, why call him a beggar.

Now he wants to apologize to his brother-in-law, these bastards are really a bunch of beggars.

Of course, even a group of beggars can't be underestimated holding a bird gun.

Ding Hai didn't have a musket. After he left Changsheng's subordinate village, the position of deputy lieutenant was handed over to others. Naturally, the matchlock gun in the village in the past had no right to be transferred.

There is also a lack of armor in the village. The North Asian peasants wear short robes and trousers sewn from deerskin and bison leather according to the aesthetics of the Ming Dynasty. There is a cotton jacket inside, which has little protection; it is really called armor. There is only one collar and two mail jackets.

The mail jacket was given by the Bordeaux garrison. Many locks were hacked and hacked during the battle. The Baishan Camp was too lazy to repair it, so they gave it to the immigrants; Protecting the chest and thighs, the armor skirt hangs down to the knees. Along with the collar armor, Ding Hai also has a ring-headed straight-edged knife in Ding Hai's hand.

Ding Lu, Wang Yang, and more North Asian dealers don’t need these. Knives are too expensive. What they carry most are long-handled iron-headed flails, iron hoops, and a considerable number of crossbows, tendon-horned bows, and swords. longbow.

Archery is a life-saving skill, and here the dealers practice archery when they have nothing to do. All the dealers who use horn bows are squatting behind the low wall, and there are only a dozen longbowmen standing, feeling a little trembling in their hearts.

The Spanish colonization made the attire of European soldiers a natural deterrent to many North Asian natives. They were afraid when they saw it. If it weren't for the Ming immigrants who were more terrifying than Europeans standing beside them, they would have already run away.

It was Ding Hai's fearlessness that gave them confidence. They watched as Ding Hai, who was wearing a hair scarf and armor, ordered someone to open the gate of the villa, with a ring-shouldered knife stuck under his feet, and a bow with a horn in his hand. Standing with a bow, waiting for this group of uninvited guests suffering from hunger and cold.

When it was approaching, Bodu'an also saw that something was wrong.

In the open gate of the village, that yellow-skinned farmer from Ming Dynasty is a bit too strong, and is still wearing armor?

Where are the peasants in armor.

And the people around him are also tall and strong.

Looking back at our own soldiers, they were not very strong before they were deployed to defend this side, and now they are all so hungry that their eye sockets are sunken and skinny. If they really fight... I'm afraid it's too bad.

He and the flag officer whispered: "Let's set up the muskets first. If they are afraid, they will move forward. If they are not afraid."

Bo Duan didn't say anything, just raised his hand and rubbed his face. If these peasants were not afraid, he would have no place to retreat. If he came to this place, it would be difficult to walk back to the city alive without food. .

With a feeble order, the soldiers set up 22 matchlock guns. They have a lot of muskets. A team is full of 22 musketeers, so they have 22 muskets.

But not all musketeers are musketeers these days.

After hundreds of steps, this action really frightened Ding Hai, and he quickly hid behind the door, not even daring to peek through the crack of the door.

There are a lot of muskets, even if they are far away, lead pellets will always hit him.

But then there was no gunfire, which made him take a peek, as if his evasive action encouraged the enemy soldiers, they stepped forward at a faster pace, and a man came out of the formation, shouting loudly what.

The French and Yi translators sent by Bordeaux came forward and said, "They told us to move the food and all the weapons outside. They don't kill people."

"Don't kill people? Handing over your weapons is a dead end." Ding Hai spat on the ground, peeked out through the crack of the door, frowned and said, "They are stern, you shouted to them, but you didn't hear clearly, let them get closer and shout again Once again, see if you listen or not."

By this time, it would be very wrong not to fire the gun. If you are obedient, it will show that the opponent has no courage to fight, otherwise they will rush into Zhuangzi.

Ding Hai lightly pulled the bowstring and put it back slowly. He looked up at his younger brother who was wearing a mail jacket and holding a hand crossbow. If there is any sound, shoot them with random arrows, and if they retreat, kill them with me."

While speaking, the interpreter yelled through the low wall to tell Boduan's people to get closer before shouting aside, but they did so after waiting for a while.

The soldier who shouted was already twenty paces closer.

Suddenly, Ding Hai and Ding Lu on both sides of the gate flashed out holding horn bows and hand crossbows at the same time. One drew the bow and set the arrow, and the other pulled the trigger. , The crossbow bolt was nailed in the middle of his breastplate, and the feather arrow hit the face door accurately, and the soldier fell backwards without any reaction.

Ding Hai and Ding Lu hid behind the door at the same time, their hearts beating rapidly in their chests at the same time.

This wooden door is thick, but no one knows if it can block the musket fire.

But the sound of musket guns did not sound for a long time. When Ding Hai frowned and poked his head out from behind the door, he saw...dozens of French soldiers were retreating collectively, and the officer in front was saying something in a panic.

"These stupid thieves, come out and shoot them!"

(End of this chapter)