Across the river!

It's a river, but it's just a ditch. Even if it is this ditch, it is just dug by the thieves, and the ditch that is knee-deep may not be able to stop the attack of the officers and soldiers, but it can slow down their speed, and the wooden sticks and deer bars in front of the thieves' positions also play the same role.

Although those wooden sticks are only more than a foot high, and the cannonballs can blow up a piece when they fall, there are still many remnants, and its function is to slow down, in order to slow down the speed of the Ming army, as long as they slow down, they will become targets in front of birds and muskets.

The fighters who had been thwarted in their attacks were not discouraged, and they did not even retreat after the frustration of the attack, as was the case with other armies, but they lay on their stomachs, in craters, in trenches, aiming their rifles at the enemy, and firing at the enemy behind the trenches.

Hiding behind the blown up deer stump, Zhu Cunlin shouted.

"Try to find cover, lie down in the ditch, and shoot the thieves as much as you can......"

At the same time, there was only one knife he looked to the right and left from time to time, and when he saw the rifle beside a fallen brother, he immediately crawled over, picked up the rifle and saw that it was loaded with a fire cap, so he immediately aimed and fired, although it was not easy to reload on the ground, but the soldiers still shot each other as best they could.

At a distance of more than 100 meters, the smoothbore guns of the Shun army will not pose much threat to them, in comparison, the Liao 13 rifle in their hands is more deadly, and the rifled rifle with the sharp concave bullet makes the Liao 13 type a deadly killer on the battlefield. ，

Zhu Cunlin, who was aiming at the thief with a gun, tried to breathe as smoothly as possible, and when he saw a thief showing his head, he pulled the trigger, and through the smoke of the gun, he saw that the head exploded violently, and at the same time as the red and white things splashed, the thief fell.

Under the shooting of the officers and soldiers, the originally fierce thieves all hid in the trenches one after another and did not dare to come out again. However, the thieves did not give up their resistance, their bird guns could not hit this far, but the large and small Franc machine guns in the anti-artillery shed continued to shoot shotguns in this direction. Although the shotgun has no aim at such a distance, it doesn't need an aim at all when it hits a large area. ，

Zhang Xiaoding, who crawled out of the ditch, crawled over and shouted loudly when he saw the capital prison.

"Prison prison, prison prison, you can't fight like this......"

"What can you do?"

Zhu Cunlin, who was loading from the muzzle, asked.

"With a cannon!"

Zhang Xiaoding pointed to the muzzle of the gun in the anti-gun shed that spit out the cannon from time to time.

"That thing, we have to knock it off, or we won't even think about rushing over!"

For the attacking officers and soldiers, the biggest threat is the Franco cannons in those fortifications, which are equivalent to hundreds of muskets in unison, which is really fatal.

Knock them out, and the brothers will have to fill it with their lives.

"How?"

"Use the cannon, push the cannon over and fight!"

Zhang Xiaoding shouted without hesitation.

"The thieves have cannons, and we have them, so we can't just let them fight us."

Once upon a time, Gao Yigong didn't believe the words of those Tartars and traitors, but after suffering from the intensive artillery fire of the official army, and seeing that the official army had retreated now, he was a little lucky, glad that he did not dig trenches and did not build anti-artillery sheds because of hostility to the Tartars.

"It's okay, the cannons and everything are hidden in the gun shed, otherwise ......"

Compared with before, this time the artillery fire of the officers and soldiers was undoubtedly more violent, and even the anti-artillery shed flew into the sky with the violent explosion, and large pieces of gravel and wood were blown into the sky, and then smashed down from the air. There were thousands of pounds of dirt and even weapons, and a small Franc cannon rolled in the air and then smashed to the ground.

"Tell the brothers to be careful, the officers and soldiers are coming again!"

Gao Yigong, who watched the enemy from the telescope, shouted to the herald.

This time, the artillery fire of the Ming army was more intensive, and it was no longer concentrated only on the front line as before, and even the tomb-like artillery sheds behind the long ditch were shelled.

"Boom ......"

Another shell hit the front of the anti-artillery shed where Gao Yigong was located, shaking the dust between the wooden beams on the roof of the shed and falling like rain.

Feeling the fierce artillery fire in front of him, Gao Yigong couldn't help but say.

"These bird officers and soldiers, there is a war here, they obviously want to use flowering bombs to bomb us to pieces!"

"It's not, fortunately, there is an anti-artillery shed, if we follow the way we fought in the past, maybe we will blow up our men and horses by bombing!"

"These bird officers and soldiers, with their powerful artillery fire, have the ability to rush up and fight with us knife to knife, gun to gun, ......"

"Phew...... Bah...... These damn officers and soldiers ......"

Patting the dust that fell on his body, Gao Yigong once again leaned down in front of the window of the anti-artillery shed and raised his binoculars to look into the distance, and through the billowing smoke of gunpowder, he saw that the officers and soldiers had moved again.

"What do these officers and soldiers want to do? How did they push the cannon to the front......"

From the binoculars, he saw a group of Ming soldiers struggling to push the cannon out of the deer, and Gao Yigong muttered to himself with some doubts.

He really couldn't figure out what the idea of these Ming soldiers was, and when he was puzzled, he saw that the cannons of the officers and soldiers were fired more than a hundred zhang away, and then he saw a tomb-like anti-artillery shed in the long trench in front of him, which was suddenly blown up into the air, and the scene in front of him made him shout in shock.

"Quick, quickly kill the artillery of the Ming army!"

When the artillery was pushed to the front line, and even fired the tail grenades of the mortar guns at the risk of exploding, the officers and soldiers who were lying in front of the positions were approaching the enemy's front line, and they took advantage of the artillery bombardment to cross the ditch full of corpses and blood.

"Hurry up, bring the powder box......"

The soldiers lying on the edge of the ditch did not attack immediately this time, but kept throwing the gunpowder bags between those deer barricades, and blew up the deer barricades that blocked their footsteps with the help of explosives, in fact, this time the artillery shelling was also concentrated in this area, after all, this was the last obstacle to stop their attack.

Zhang Fucai, who was standing in the anti-artillery shed, looked at the deer that was constantly being blown away, and he knew that this would be a cruel fierce battle. Even he had a vague premonition in his heart that this battle was likely to be his last battle.

Is it destined to die here today?

Zhang Fucai didn't know about all this, but it was certain that the guns of the Ming army were really accurate!