Total War: I'm building up an army to rebel against the Qing Dynasty in a heavily modified vers

"Don't panic, don't panic..."

The lama spoke while shaking a copper bell and chanting incantations.

Driven by his copper bell, the hundreds of zombies following behind him stopped and uniformly placed the large vats on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the group of living corpses with nails driven into their foreheads walked forward, forming a long line, and began to use their human flesh to scout the way for the bandits behind them.

Click! Click!

Every now and then, one or two zombies' legs would suddenly get caught in animal traps hidden in the snow, and occasionally a zombie would accidentally touch the trap.

But these undead are not afraid of pain at all. Even if their skin is torn open and their legs are broken, they will continue to crawl forward with their two hands, as if they are completely unaffected by these things!

This bizarre scene not only stunned the bandits behind them, but also stunned a group of militiamen who had received the news and hidden in the snow.

"Holy crap! This is weird, really weird!"

"What exactly is the origin of these Black Dragon Mountain bandits, and how do they possess such sorcery?"

One of the guerrillas from the Rock System couldn't help but ask the militiaman next to him, but the militiaman next to him was also dumbfounded, because it was the first time he had ever seen such a bizarre scene.

He knew that the bandits of Black Dragon Mountain were strong and well-equipped, and he also knew that these guys had a lot of firearms, but he really didn't know that there was actually a demon mixed in among these bandits of Black Dragon Mountain!

"Damn it! Everyone, listen to my command! First team, fire! Second team, cover the retreat of the first team!"

The most senior guerrilla leader, who was in charge of the team, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly to the other militiamen hiding in the snow. Then he fired the first shot, and sparks flew from the flintlock pistol in his hand.

He had barely finished firing his gun when a dozen militiamen and four guerrillas behind him also opened fire, sending a total of 20 lead bullets flying toward the distant bandits.

This series of crackling lead bullets hit all over the place.

Some lead bullets hit the zombies controlled by the loudspeaker, instantly tearing their skin and flesh, but it didn't have much effect.

If a lead bullet is accidentally fired off course and lands in the snow, it only splashes up a few snowflakes and has no effect whatsoever.

However, two lead bullets also hit two bandits who were closely following Huoshi. The highly penetrating lead bullets instantly pierced the bodies of the two bandits, and the soft lead shattered inside their bodies in the next moment.

"what!"

The two bandits let out a painful scream and collapsed to the ground.

One of the bandits was shot in the chest; the flying lead bullets nearly shredded his heart and lungs, killing him instantly. Another bandit was shot in the thigh; the lead bullet pierced his bone and tore through large chunks of muscle, almost crippling his entire leg.

To put it bluntly, if he wanted to live afterward, he would have to have that leg amputated.

Otherwise, whether it's a wound infection or lead poisoning, it could cost him his life.

"You bastard! Damn it! How dare you ambush me!"

A bandit leader leading the way was instantly enraged upon seeing this. After cursing loudly, he ordered the bandits beside him to quickly pick up their homemade guns and fire.

It was another burst of random, haphazard shooting, but this round of chaotic firing did absolutely no damage to the opposing guerrillas and militia; at most, it only startled the militiamen who were new to the battlefield.

There was nothing they could do; the homemade guns they carried fired iron pellets, and their range was nowhere near that of the proper rifles.

Furthermore, these homemade guns were crudely made, making their accuracy and range even more unreliable.

Seeing that his volley of fire hadn't killed a single enemy, and that the villagers with their muskets were swaggering away, the bandit leader was furious.

"Damn it, chase after them!"

He shouted to the bandits behind him, then drew his machete and charged forward.

He didn't care about animal traps or snares ahead; all he wanted to do was chop these arrogant villagers up one by one!

To my utter surprise, these guys actually had a bunch of high-quality muskets. This is not good!

If these villagers were given a chance to fire a few more shots, his brothers would only suffer more casualties. It would be better to rush up and kill a few first, and use his fierce momentum to intimidate these guys!

Moreover, he saw it clearly: after firing one shot, the group turned and ran away without making any other moves.

In other words, the villagers' muskets hadn't been reloaded yet, so they couldn't fire a second shot!

Clearly, the other bandits realized this as well, so when their leader charged forward, the other bandits followed without hesitation.

We can't worry about the traps under our feet. Compared to traps, muskets are far more deadly. The most important thing is to kill those militiamen with muskets as quickly as possible!

But these bandits had no idea that there was more than just a group of militiamen lying in the snow in the distance.

"Second team! Open fire!"

Once the opportunity was seized, when the bandits rushed within 50 paces, another guerrilla shouted an order and then raised his gun.

Almost at the same time, other militiamen and guerrillas hiding here also raised their guns and opened fire, and another burst of gunfire erupted.

Because the shooting distance was closer this time, the effect was much better than the previous shot.

Of the bandits who had just charged forward, nearly ten fell instantly, their faces filled with disbelief. They had no idea that a second squad of musketeers was lying in ambush here!

After firing that shot, the second squad of musketeers quickly ran back, no longer caring about reloading or firing in rotation.

Their presence here is merely a diversionary tactic for the enemy. To truly confront these ferocious bandits, they will need to retreat to a fortified location like the Liu Family Compound.

The bandit leader who had just charged forward was also knocked down on the spot by a lead bullet during the charge. Although the lead bullet did not kill him on the spot, it had pierced his lung and caused him serious injury.

He struggled to breathe and cough, trying to inhale more fresh air, but the gushing blood flowed into his trachea in an instant, causing him to spray blood and foam from his mouth and nose.

In the end, this bandit leader actually choked to death on his own blood.

Seeing that the previous volley of gunfire had taken down so many of their men, and even their leader had fallen, the remaining bandits dared not charge any further.

They knew very well that if they didn't rush up, those guys could fire again once they reloaded their muskets!

The problem is, who can guarantee that there isn't another team lying in ambush in the snow?

Seeing the commotion ahead, Liu Heilong, who was riding his horse, turned ashen-faced. He never expected that he would suffer such a strange loss before he even reached the edge of the village.

"Damn it, something's fishy about this village! Where did they get so many good guns?"

Based on those two bursts of gunfire, Liu Heilong had already determined that the crisp gunshots and the homemade guns used by his men were definitely two different weapons; this thing was clearly a high-quality foreign gun!

You have to understand that he smuggled foreign guns from the Russians through several middlemen. In the end, each gun was worth more than 40 taels of silver, and he had to beg and plead with people to buy it!

As a result, he now has less than 20 foreign guns in total, and all of them are shorter lances, also known as carbines, which he has equipped his cavalry with.

"Lama, tell your zombies to rush forward and clear a path for the rest of us!"

"When we get back to them, you can do whatever you want with these villagers!"

Looking at the distant village, an extremely fanatical look flashed in Liu Heilong's eyes.

He didn't count exactly how many foreign guns those people had, but a rough count suggested there were at least thirty or forty.

If he could seize all these top-quality foreign guns, his strength would be further enhanced when he returned!

At that time, he might not just rob a bunch of villagers. He might even raise another team and have a chance to compete with that Black Whirlwind from Erlong Mountain!

That Black Whirlwind was a notorious bandit leader in this area, and was recognized by the other bandits as their leader because he had a force of over a thousand men under his command!

If he could seize those dozens of foreign guns, he might not be able to outnumber the other side, but he didn't believe he would have fewer guns than them!

Upon hearing Liu Heilong's words, the Smiling Lama nodded.

Immediately afterwards, while continuing to shake the copper bell to urge the living corpses forward, he turned around and ordered his men to smash open the large vats.

More than a dozen bandits, who had been prepared beforehand, smashed the jars open with sledgehammers, just like Sima Guang smashing the jar.

With a series of crashing sounds, accompanied by the shattering of large vats, what was revealed inside, besides a pile of rotten and foul-smelling strange medicinal herbs, were actually withered human heads with grotesque faces!

These withered heads twitched slightly, revealing large, yellow teeth that looked completely inhuman. The braids at the back of their heads were also extremely thick and twisted like tails.

Beneath these thick braids, bombs were strapped together, as if another head were hanging below these heads.

"Hehehe, these are flying head Gu that the lama painstakingly crafted. It's not easy to get so many obedient and durable human heads!"

"With these flying head Gu, no matter how high the villagers' walls are, they can't stop the lama!"

As soon as he finished speaking, and as the lama continued to shake the copper bell, the withered heads simultaneously opened their eyes!

At the same time, their skulls cracked open rapidly, and a pair of bat wings extended from them. To the sound of the lama's clear copper bell, dozens of heads were literally thrown into the air!