"How come there are more anti-thief artillery than the imperial court, and the shells will explode when they are fired. How could their shotguns hit so far? It's completely unreasonable. Is it really God bless, Huo Dexing? Fu Heng's scolding made a green battalion general beside him involuntarily think.

"General, no matter how powerful this anti-thief firearm is, what can it do? It's not like we're letting our people rush over. Look, none of their artillery has fired. Lin Chengyu, the chief soldier of the Jiangxi Green Battalion, said with a smile on his face, not caring about the casualties of Xiang Yong at all.

After Lin Chengyu said this, Fu Heng also noticed it, and his originally gloomy face was much better.

Regarding Xiang Yong's casualties, Fu Heng still didn't care about it. In Fu Heng's opinion, as long as those Xiangyong who are used as cannon fodder can rush to the front of the thieves with the green battalion soldiers, those Xiangyong who have been killed and injured can be regarded as making the best use of everything.

Not to mention the thousands of villagers who have been killed and injured now, even if there are tens of thousands of casualties, Fu Heng will definitely not have a trace of sadness. After all, for this battle, Fu Heng could recruit nearly 100,000 villagers, and now there are only 20,000 on the battlefield.

"Bang..."

On the battlefield, another continuous volley of guns pulled Fu Heng back to reality.

True, the anti-thief artillery was not fired, but the rapid volley of guns did not stop from the first sound. With every sound, the attacking men and horses of the Chinese army fell to pieces, and it was also a pity that they did not have this firearm on the left and right flanks, otherwise they would not even have the opportunity to get close to the anti-thieves.

"Yes, the anti-thieves' artillery is not fired, but their muskets have not stopped. Look at this distance of more than 100 zhang, I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can't believe that the shotgun can hit so far, how did this anti-thief do it? Fu Heng didn't dare to say anything this time, just stood there quietly watching the battlefield.

If you don't have confidence as a coach, then how do the people below look at this war and how can you have the confidence to fight?

In the early years, if Fu Heng hadn't asked Qianlong to use Yue Zhongqi, who had been deposed and returned, maybe he would still be entangled in Sichuan now. It is better to say that Sha Luoben was surrendered by him Fu Heng, but that he was afraid of Yue Zhongqi.

Yue Zhongqi has made great achievements in the Qing Dynasty in his life, but it is precisely because of this that he almost let Yongzheng cut it with a knife. It's a pity that he died of illness the year before last, otherwise he could still assist Fu Heng.

The crackling of muskets continued for several minutes, and more than 5,000 musketeers lined up in a row alternated positions. After each gunshot, the Qing army Xiangyong, who rushed to the front, fell.

The distance of one hundred and fifty zhang is not far away, but it is not close, and it will only take a minute or two for a person to sprint with all his might. However, few villagers are willing to rush to the front, after all, the farther forward they are, the easier it is to die.

Rushing in front is death, and retreating is also death. So there are smart people who know how to make others walk a few steps faster than themselves. If there are more of them, the overseers will not be able to supervise them.

Even though the Qing army Xiangyong who was walking in front was knocked down layer by layer by the musket team of the bandit army, under the strong bullet pressure of the green battalion soldiers, the Xiangyong sacrificed many lives, and the distance between the two armies was still slowly approaching in front of them.

Although the Qing army paid a lot of casualties to shorten the distance between the two armies, in the eyes of Fu Heng and others, everything was worth it. After all, this dead countryman is just some consumables with no combat effectiveness. As long as the Green Battalion soldiers can be close to the bandit army for hand-to-hand combat, so that their firearms cannot be effective, then it doesn't matter how many villagers die.

However, just when Fu Heng and the others were about to breathe a sigh of relief and want to smile, they saw that more than a dozen cannons were actually launched in front of the bandit army.

The black and deep cannon muzzle looked so cold under the sunlight, and as soon as the more than ten cannons appeared, the Xiang Yong, who was driven in front by the green battalion soldiers, was frightened and kept retreating.

On the battlefield, veterans are often afraid of guns, and new recruits are afraid of artillery. Even if the hit rate of the cannon is much lower than the damage of the gun, the cannon is almost always dead once it hits. Therefore, as soon as the cannon sounded, not to mention the hit, the huge sound was enough to make the recruits tremble.

Xiang Yong, who saw the artillery in front, turned around with fear from the bottom of his heart and wanted to flee back, but Xiang Yong behind him was driven forward again. At this time, the two waves of people who clashed before and after poured into each other, and the whole area was blocked into a mess.

"Whew..."

A trail of white smoke rose from the cannon body, and a trace of fire under the white smoke was rapidly burning the cannon primer.

"Bang..."

With a deafening sound. A powerful burst of fire erupted from the cannon's muzzle, and hundreds of iron beads of rubble flew out.

"Ahh

"Ahh Ahh

……

All kinds of screams rang out. Those who were hit by the shotguns fired by the cannons of the bandit army but! The villagers who were not dead were all covering their wounds and howling loudly.

At this moment, the Qing army Xiangyong, who was in chaos in front of the artillery, fell down all of a sudden. The tragic situation of the fallen people made the survivors who were still in front of them no longer think about anything else, and only thought about how to get out of this purgatory.

"Run... The thieves are going to fire again..."

The escapees shouted as they stepped back, trying to flee with more people to reduce the attention of the Inspectors behind them.

One belt two, ten hundred thousand are infected.

"Bang..."

After the sound of artillery, the salvo of muskets rang out again.

Another piece of the countryside fell.

"Run...!"

The tragedy of the battle made the villagers who had never been on the battlefield again retreat without thinking.

Some people who were still dragging their crazy steps forward slowly, still chanting something in their mouths. I think I was stupid by this battlefield like "purgatory" on earth.

"Smack..."

With the sound of bullets, the demented man fell. Those who could still hold their wounds and scream also came to their senses.

"Go back... Go back... You all give Lao Tzu a way back. Yu Dubo, the commander of the green battalion in the position of the Chinese army, waved the steel knife in his hand and kept slashing at the villagers who were rushing backwards.

At this moment, the originally sharp steel knife had been cut into a curl, and bright red blood kept leaving from the knife surface to the tip of the knife.

"It's too much, it's too much..."Yu Dubo kept chanting as he looked at the villagers who kept pouring back.

It's also a shame that these villagers will not resist like sheep, and if they are other defeated soldiers, they will not have to draw their swords to fight against themselves.

Suddenly, Yu Dubo found that his knife arm shook unnaturally a few times, thinking that it was because of too many slashes.

Looking at the blades that had been chopped up, the crowd that was still surging back. Yu Dubo was terrified in his heart.

"This thief has not even seen the face of the thief, and if he cuts his own person, he will blunt the knife. How terrifying is the thief in front of this? Yu Dubo asked in his heart.