It was a field battle under the cover of night.

Lu Zhiyu actually didn't have many options, because he couldn't use the terrain to intersperse and divide the enemy's position, and not far from the left side of the position was Fan Gongdi, that is to say, the width that Wu Songwei could use to attack in the entire battlefield was only about three miles.

This greatly facilitated the blockade of the battlefield by the enemy's artillery and the suppression of the charge of the main forces of the enemy.

If a strong attack is launched during the day, the target is too obvious, and the distance between the two sides is five or six miles, enough for the enemy's artillery to plow the charging army several times.

Lu Zhiyu can't help it, this may be the only way to reduce casualties.

Only under the cover of night can the enemy not be able to identify the direction of the main attack of our troops.

But the width of the attack of three miles, the strong attack of 8,000 people, in fact, does not matter the direction of the main attack at all. On the horizontal surface of these three miles, almost all of them are people. In other words, there is no need to aim, and a shell will always take away one or two people.

Lu Zhiyu's choice was that these eight hundred "death squads" would forcibly break through from the front.

The more dangerous the direction, the safer it is.

……。

When the eight hundred daredevils, with a solemn demeanor, silently threw themselves into the dark night.

Wu Songwei, who had already assembled, had eight thousand forwards and silently saluted them.

"Brother go first, I'll come later!" Everyone swears in their hearts that they will never stop fighting until they defeat the enemy today!

Lu Zhiyu's tactical idea was to use 800 death squads to attract the enemy's artillery fire.

The artillery of this era, with good quality, can continue to fire firing fifteen or six times in a row, and with poor quality, after six or seven shots, it will have to strike, otherwise, it will give the gunner a "good look".

Therefore, having these 800 men consume the enemy's number of shots, so that when the main force charges, the enemy cannot carry out artillery blockade, this is indeed an effective method, although it is somewhat cruel.

At the same time, there will always be someone who is lucky enough to rush through the barrage, which can form a temporary suppression of the enemy position and cause a certain degree of confusion.

One less cannon and one gun to shoot at Wu Songwei is good.

Lu Zhiyu believed that as long as there were no cavalry on the opposite side, the death squad that rushed over, even if only Yicheng survived, could buy a pillar of incense time for the main force to attack...... That's enough!

……。

The trajectory of artillery fire in the night sky is very clear.

The swaying streamer is particularly beautiful.

Just like the Lantern Festival night that has just passed, the brilliant fireworks.

But every shell can take away the comrades and brothers who accompany him day and night.

This unforgettable stinging sensation made Shen Ziqi constantly speed up his pace.

I am alive because many of my brothers died behind me.

Shen Ziqi knew that in this charge, the enemy's artillery was not the most deadly, the most lethal thing was that in the last mile, the salvo of the enemy's muskets, the kind of denseness, was by no means comparable to the shells, but it could also take away a piece of fresh life.

The 800 death squad is based on squads, and its formation is extremely scattered, which is to avoid being fired by artillery.

From the beginning of the departure, the death squad actually had no orders, and the only thing they could do was four words - to fight separately.

It was a dead distance, and by the time they had rushed to about three miles from the enemy line, the enemy had already spotted the team.

The enemy threw countless lit torches, which made the goal of the death squad even more visible.

The enemy was prepared, and their muskets began to fire continuously, although the target was out of range, but this dense volley could also inflict damage on the enemy and form a deterrent.

From the firelight, Shen Ziqi could clearly see that there were constantly muffled voices of his comrades falling, and he didn't dare to look back, because maybe this time he turned around, there was no chance to rush forward.

No need to dodge, get hit, that's life.

Everyone is charging with a breath of energy, lying down, and charging, still charging.

When he was one mile away, Shen Ziqi was very glad that he could feel that at least three adults around him were gone, but he was still alive.

He felt that it might be possible for him to rush into the enemy line and teach the enemy how to behave with a spear in his hand.

Shen Ziqi was panting very much, and anyone who ran three miles in a hurry would also pant badly.

But Shen Zijiao didn't feel tired at all, but was very excited, if he could rush in, even if he still died in the end, it would be worth it.

Shen Ziqi felt that he could rush into the enemy line.

Two hundred paces, you can already feel the air flow of stray bullets whistling past you.

There are fewer people around, less than half of them at most.

Shen Ziqi is no longer sad, he feels that it doesn't take too much time for him to reunite with them, of course, I have to rush into the enemy formation and die!

One hundred and fifty steps, Shen Ziqi became excited, he could even vaguely see the figure on the opposite side, Shen Ziqi was a little unwilling to check the gun in his hand, and there was some regret in his heart, if only he could shoot before rushing into the enemy formation.

It's a pity that this time the death squad didn't bring projectiles, they only carried guns and spears, one is to reduce the load, and the other is that even if they bring bullets, they don't have time to reload, all the death squad can do is to attract enemy fire, rush into the enemy formation, and then die desperately there.

A hundred steps, Shen Ziqi was no longer excited, he stared at the figure in front of him that was undulating, boy, I will clean you up in a while!

At sixty steps, Shen Ziqi didn't feel that there were still comrades behind him, he didn't look back, a trace of sadness passed through his heart, could it be ...... Am I the only one left?

But in the blink of an eye, Shen Ziqi became excited again, even if they are all dead, isn't this still me alive? Rush over and I'm a hero!

Thirty steps, Shen Ziqi felt that his chest was about to explode, and he gasped like a cow.

I tried desperately to adjust my breathing, but it still sounded like a bellows.

Shen Ziqi thought in annoyance, forget it, anyway, in the end, it will be a death, and the bellows will be broken, the important thing is that there is one more cushion on the back.

Ten steps, Shen Ziqi clearly saw the face opposite, there was panic and fear on that face, and his eyes were so wide that the eyeballs were about to come out.

Shen Zixiang wanted to laugh, he was already laughing in his heart, but unfortunately it couldn't be transmitted to his face, Shen Zixiang felt that his face was no longer obedient.

Wait, this bastard is pointing his gun at himself?

Shen Ziqi was a little flustered, he wanted to change direction, but his legs didn't obey him at all.

Shen Ziqi was furious, and he had rushed to a distance of ten steps, so he couldn't let me rush in and die again?

He squeezed the handle of the gun in his hand, handed the gun forward as far as he could, and stabbed you to death!

The sound of the "bang" gunfire finally rang out, and in the midst of the sound of fire, this sound was actually not unique.

But Shen Ziqi could hear the difference, because this shot was fired at him almost at a distance of ten paces.

Shen Ziqi was inexplicably sad, is it just these steps?

But then, Shen Ziqi became extremely angry again, even if I was hit by you, I had to stab you to death first!