In the weather of November, the rain was extremely cold, and the sparse light rain gradually became heavier and heavier, completely obscuring Ning Yu's vision in front of him, and he could only see the gray sky.

This is the last thing Ning Yu wants to see at the moment, because once it rains, it will greatly slow down the current marching speed of the army, and it is difficult to arrive at the scheduled time for a day's journey, especially those heavy artillery, which are like iron turtles on muddy roads, and it is difficult to move.

Cheng Zhien came over worriedly and said: "I'm afraid that this rain won't stop for a while and a half, and my army may not be able to arrive in Xiantao Town at the scheduled time." The point is that in such a rainy day, if the Qing army launches an attack, it may be difficult for our army to deal with it effectively. ”

Ning Yu just looked at Xiantao Town, which seemed to be right in front of him, and fell into a long silence. At this time, no matter what you do, it's actually too late.

Xiantao Town.

Dong Ce has been standing in front of the battle for a long time, he looked at the continuous drizzle, and hoped that God would open his eyes, don't go down until tomorrow, the Qing army is not good at night fighting, and it can't raise torches to attack at night, if it is still raining after dawn tomorrow, if the Qing army is not stupid, it will definitely find an opportunity to attack.

At this time, many people in the battalion were already aware of this problem, and some people thought that it was necessary to retreat, anyway, the daytime battle had already achieved great results, and even if they were to withdraw, it would be a great achievement; Some people think that it can still be held, and this place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, if you retreat to the Qing army, you still need to attack it back, and the damage will also be very heavy at that time.

If these discussions are talked about in private, it is just a matter of saying these things, but there are already company commanders who have reported these problems to Dong Ce, which shows a little problem, many soldiers do have the idea of retreating - they are also human beings, and they will be afraid of death, and there are barbed wire and grenades in the weather that does not rain, and there are platoon guns, but on rainy days, grenades must not be used anymore, if the Qing army attacks hand-to-hand combat, it will really be knife to knife and gun to gun.

Time is passing little by little, but the rain has not become less at all, whether it is the Qing army or the Han army, they are waiting for the dawn, and the moment will come when the fate of the two armies will come.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was full of clouds, the rain was still falling, and the queue of the Qing army had slowly appeared in the eyes of the Fu Han army.

Wang Wenhuan has realized that this time can be called an excellent opportunity, if he does not grasp it, then it is almost impossible to defeat the hundreds of soldiers of the Han army on the opposite side.

Thousands of Qing soldiers slowly moved forward with swords and shields, although there was no cover of artillery fire this time, but the momentum of the Qing army was obviously much more excited, and the soldiers of the Fu Han army were obviously a little nervous, their muskets and grenades could no longer be used, and there was no other way except the bayonets in their hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in today's battle, our army should take the spirit of sacrificing everything as the key, expel the Tartars, and restore China!" Dong Ce pulled out the bayonet on his waist, and the remaining soldiers of the Fu Han Army knew that it was difficult to retreat, even if they turned around and fled at this moment, it would be difficult to escape the pursuit of the Qing army on this rainy day.

Many people actually don't understand Dong Ce very well, and it is difficult to understand the thoughts of these soldiers of the Fu Han Army, they can escape at the beginning of the rain, and many people, including Ning Yu, also asked Dong Ce what he thought after the war.

This young man, who has been determined to sacrifice everything since the establishment of the Eagle Battalion, actually understood the meaning of his existence after thinking about it all night, that is, to help the camp overthrow the Qing court.

Even if they all die here, the Fu Han army will not perish, after all, one day, the Fu Han army will hit the Forbidden City and take back the Han family, and he, Dong Ce, will become the key figure in this key matter, so as to leave a name in history. This is Dong Ce's idea, and it is not pure.

Hengrui held the clairvoyant mirror in front of the battle, and through the heavy rain curtain, he could feel the morale on the other side, and couldn't help but admire: "Although these people are all traitors who don't know whether they live or die, this kind of courage and spirit is rare among today's Eight Banner warriors." He still hasn't said a word, that is, he thinks that back then, when the Eight Banners entered the customs, they were also so brave.

Three hundred steps,

Two hundred steps,

One hundred steps,

The Qing soldiers finally approached the Fu Han army, and they tried to remove the damn barbed wire, but found that it was very laborious to cut with a knife or an axe.

The soldiers of the Fu Han army also began to stab the Qing soldiers with bayonets, and the two sides formed a blood curtain in front of the barbed wire, and some people continued to fall, and some people gradually took over, and finally the fallen corpses covered the barbed wire, and the remaining Qing troops also began to step over the barbed wire and launched an attack on the soldiers of the Fu Han army.

Dong Ce looked at the rain curtain in the sky with a gloomy face, he was praying that God would open his eyes and stop the rain quickly!

The red wave and the gray wave were intertwined, sending out collisions again and again, but fortunately, compared with the green battalion soldiers who had not trained for a long time, the Fu Han army that practiced every day was better at cooperating and more tenacious in white-knuckle combat, and the blood was fused in the rain curtain, making the whole world seem to be covered with a layer of blood.

"I can't move! Withdraw! The Qing soldiers let out a desperate wail, they had fallen more than 300 people, and the Fu Han army on the opposite side also fell more than 100 people, but these casualties were already too much for the Qing army to bear.

Some of the garrisons and guerrillas were supervising the battle in the rear, and with steel knives in their hands, they had already cut off the heads of seven or eight of the fleeing Green Battalion soldiers one after another, so that they understood that if they could not attack again, they would die.

As the rain decreased, Xiantao Town was already covered with layers of corpses, and the rain began to gradually become smaller, and the Qing army had sent reinforcements several times, but it was difficult to break through the seemingly thin defense line.

Dong Ce held a bayonet in both hands, he had already killed seven or eight Qing soldiers, and he was also slashed twice, one in his left arm and the other in his abdomen, although he was bandaged, he was still oozing blood. And the soldiers of the Fu Han Army around him are no better, and there is no longer a guy with a full beard and a full tail on the entire position.

Finally, the Qing army couldn't bear it, all the green battalion soldiers were fleeing backwards, their faces were full of despair, but also full of fear, this Fu Han army guarding Xiantao Town, it seems that none of them are human, this fight, so that the Qing army left hundreds of corpses, and many Qing soldiers just dropped their swords and became prisoners.

Looking at the fleeing Qing army, Dong Ce finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the gradually decreasing rain also told Dong Ce that as long as he persisted, there was still hope.