After Cui Shuqiang and other advance teams were launched, on the west bank of the Jialing River, Xu Hui also began to be suspicious. He mobilized a large number of soldiers, gathered at the west end of the trestle, and made a loud noise. As expected, the officers and troops on the opposite side suddenly became nervous, and they also pulled their troops to the east end of the trestle. Moreover, in order to give Zhao Ying enough deterrence, the official army's Franc machine roared again, and more than ten cannons fired at once, and the movement was very large, but it did not cause any substantial results.

In order to make a good appearance, Xu Hui sent people to carry two tiger squat cannons and fired them on the other side of the river. But on the one hand, there was no test cannon, and on the other hand, these two cannons were also a little damp on the road, in short, the two iron bullets were thrown halfway, and they fell into the river weakly. When the officers and soldiers over there saw the situation, they burst into laughter.

Xu Hui didn't care, and continued to urge the cannon, and the sound of the tiger squatting cannon successfully attracted the attention of the officers and soldiers. They watched the same play, watching the soldiers of the Zhao Battalion hurriedly adjust the gun positions, and occasionally did not forget to fire two cannons to show that they were still reciprocating.

The Jialing River, which is dozens of steps wide, is insignificant to people like Cui Shuqiang who are proficient in water. The place they chose happened to be a bend in the river, which was in the blind spot of the officers and soldiers downstream, and the water was a little fast, and the frequent splashing of water could also provide excellent cover.

"Phew." Cui Shuqiang spit out a aquatic plant that he accidentally put into his mouth and looked behind him. Thirty or so soldiers of the advance team came out of the water one after another, most of them bent over their waists, hiding behind the bushes and stones, checking whether the weapons on their bodies were missing, and collecting their wet hair on the other.

Cui Shuqiang had no hair to tie, so he ran into the small forest near the left first. This small forest grows sparsely along the river, just spreading to the vicinity of the trestle, and he believes that he can rely on this small forest to advance in the direction of the trestle.

"It's like a gang of bandits." Cui Shuqiang looked at the naked, a group of soldiers of the advance team who looked like water dogs, shook his head and said. Although the current Zhao Ying is still a "rogue" in the eyes of the government and the people, this does not prevent him from improving his self-awareness. In his opinion, the Zhao Battalion, which has become an army and an established system, is far from being comparable to the thief Xiaokou who hid in the mountains or in the water like himself at the beginning.

The advance team rested in the small forest for a while, and at this time, the two soldiers who had gone to investigate first came back and explained the situation: "The trestle is not far from here, and the officers and soldiers dragged it by General Xu and Hao Qian, and they didn't pay attention to our crossing the river." ”

"How's it going at the trestle?" Cui Shuqiang went straight to the point.

"There are several cannons nailed there, and his uncle's is going to walk from the bridge, and he is allowed to make a honeycomb." The probing soldier gritted his teeth and said.

After understanding the situation, Cui Shuqiang finally ordered to check the equipment - except for the short knives and crossbow machines in the hands of the soldiers, there seemed to be no other equipment - after finishing, he said in a low voice: "Brothers, fame and fortune are today. It's done, we are the first to make this battle, and there are many opportunities to soar in the future; It's not a big deal if you lose, it's just a matter of getting into the ground early. After he finished speaking, there were thousands of drums in his heart, excited and nervous. Look at these soldiers again, whether they are worried or excited, they are all different.

At present, the advance team, under the leadership of Cui Shuqiang, walked quietly in the forest. When he didn't walk long, several cannon shots rang out one after another, Cui Shuqiang pushed away a piece of weeds, and found that more than ten steps away, he could already clearly see the trestle and the queue of officers and soldiers. Perhaps the sound of the footsteps was muffled by the sound of artillery, and the officers and soldiers who were so engrossed in facing the opposite shore that none of them were aware of the threat looming from the side.

Cui Shuqiang found that there were many fewer officers and soldiers at the trestle, and when he looked at it again, most of the officers and soldiers were originally attracted to the other side, and they were scolding the soldiers of Zhao Ying across the river there. He was about to say a good opportunity, when a soldier behind him suddenly patted him on the back and whispered, "Big brother, look over there." ”

Following the soldier's gaze to the other end, Cui Shuqiang's heart was raised to his throat, and he saw a person dressed as an officer sitting under a leopard tail flag. The officer, dressed in a thousand-ring chain mail, was taking water from an officer and soldier to drink.

This person is the master of the Fangjiang River, Chaotian Guan Qian, and Emperor Fu Mengdi.

Emperor Fu Mengdi thought that the thieves on the other side were obviously poor in donkey skills and couldn't find a way to cross the river, as long as their side maintained the status quo and survived until the battle on the main battlefield under Hou Liangzhu's city was over, it would be done. I wanted to defend the river was a chore, but I didn't want the thieves on the other side of the river to be bastards who had neither a board eye nor a lack of courage, and it seems that today's credit can be included in the bag even if they lie down.

Cui Shuqiang didn't know Fu Mengdi, and he couldn't understand what was written on the flag, but as long as he wasn't a fool, looking at Fu Mengdi's arrogant posture, he could guess that he must be an important person in the official army. He subconsciously licked his lips and looked back to greet: "Brothers, there is a big deal, do you want to do it?" ”

A gust of wind blew, swept across the river, and lifted Fu Mengdi's robe on the outside of the armor, he felt a slight coolness, and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Grandma's." Fu Mengdi wiped the liquid stains sprayed on his hands on his robe, nodded at a soldier near him, and asked him, "How is it over there, it sounds hot." "His eyesight is not very good, he can only see the figures jumping back and forth on the riverbank, but he can't see the details clearly.

The officer and soldier said respectfully: "My lord, the thieves are shooting cannons at our side. Ridiculously fired a few shots, and they all fell into the river. ”

Fu Dimeng snorted coldly: "The pig's nose is inserted with green onions, what kind of garlic is loaded." Think you can use it if you steal a few guns? Ridiculous, ridiculous. "Let the brethren have some refreshment, and save some projectiles and gunpowder." This one was sent out, but it was a lot of silver. ”

The officer and soldier made a promise, pulled his legs and wanted to leave, only to turn around, and suddenly froze.

"Turtle son, what are you looking at?" Fu Mengdi was very dissatisfied with the officer and soldier who blocked his view, "Let you go below to give an order, Ge Laozi will do something to the cheeks!" ”

Before the voice was finished, I heard a sudden noise not far away, and I heard the direction, which seemed to be at the head of the bridge.

"What? But the thieves rushed from the bridge? Fu Mengdi jumped up, slapped away the officers and soldiers in front of him, and looked in the direction of the bridgehead in person. But in the blur, there seemed to be several clouds of flesh swaying over there.

"Sneak attack, sneak attack!" A pig-killing scream ensued. Fu Mengdi couldn't figure out the situation, squinted his eyes and tried his best to get a glimpse of it, but he didn't think that he couldn't see the situation at the bridgehead clearly, and there was chaos around him again.

"What a mess!" He watched as the officers and soldiers around him began to shrug backwards, and turned to the right hand side in anger. At this time, he saw clearly that a figure came first, and one of his relatives fell to the ground, and blood flowers splashed with him.

"Kill!" The turmoil was repeated, and Emperor Fu Mengdi was completely in a fog, and in a trance, a thunderous sound shook him. The sound was so tearing, like a lion's roar before giving the prey the final blow, that Fu Dimeng almost thought that it was a fierce beast that pounced on him.

In fact, it was not the beast that killed him first, but Cui Shuqiang. It's just that Cui Shuqiang at this time is more hideous than the beast.

The task assigned by Xu Hui was to surprise the enemy and disrupt the deployment of the officers and troops at the east end of the trestle, but when a better target appeared, Cui Shuqiang wavered. But, for people like him, the shaking lasts at most a moment. Almost after discovering Fu Dimeng's two breaths, Cui Shuqiang made a decisive decision: since he couldn't decide which one to do first, he would simply do both.

He asked more than 20 soldiers of the advance team to storm the bridgehead according to the original plan, and after they successfully attracted the attention of most of the officers and soldiers, he himself took more than a dozen old brothers and went straight to Fu Mengdi.

said that more than a dozen of them were on the line together, but in fact, Cui Shuqiang walked like flying, one person rushed to the front like a spearhead, and almost broke into the battle alone. It's just that he came too unexpectedly, and before the officers and soldiers came back to their senses, they were killed by the extremely fast Cui Shuqiang.

Emperor Fu Mengdi saw Cui Shuqiang, who was also like Yan Luo, his head was "buzzing", and his thinking was blank. Cui Shuqiang roared, gritted his steel teeth, broke free from the entanglement of the two officers and soldiers, and took five steps further. At this time, there were already four or five blood marks on his smooth body, and the bright wounds were particularly striking on his dark skin. But he didn't seem to feel their presence, and rushed forward vigorously. Strange to say, he used too much force during the running, and a pair of straw sandals fell off one after another, but with his bare feet, the whole person seemed to be more agile.

Cui Shuqiang, who was naked and stomped on his feet, was windy, and approached Fu Mengdi's seat in less than a word. Emperor Fu Mengdi was so frightened that he had no intention of fighting, and even forgot that he still had a refined waist knife in his hand, and turned around and left. said that it was too late, Cui Shuqiang ignored the pain, kicked up violently, and kicked up the wooden chair where Fu Mengdi was sitting. The wooden chair actually has some weight, but under Cui Shuqiang's strength, it is as light as sand. The wooden chair that flew out was impartial, and it was smashing into Fu Mengdi's back, and the officers and soldiers around him exclaimed, watching their main general scream and fall into the mud.

Cui Shuqiang hit it successfully, and instead of grabbing it immediately, he turned his head and shouted: "Cut the flagpole!" ”

In the army, seeing the flag is like seeing the handsome. The flag stands, the army is there. The flag fell, and the army dispersed.

At the same time, Hao Shaoqi, who had been waiting for a long time, had already led more than 100 people who dared to die first to rush across the trestle. At the east end of the trestle, the officers and soldiers were entangled by the advance team of Zhao Ying, and the soldiers of the advance team tried their best to fight desperately, so that the officers and soldiers could not spare their hands to control the artillery.

Hao Shaoqi led the way to the opposite bank, and there were also brave people in the officers and soldiers, and a few of them rushed out of the chaos and moved the Franc machine to aim at the bridgehead. Seeing that the officers and soldiers were about to ignite the sub-cannon fire door, a sergeant of the advance team roared and rushed forward, clung to the barrel of the cannon and fell to the side. Immediately, I heard the loud "bang" sound of the Franc machine, and all the lead and iron pellets in the cavity hit the river, and the chest and abdomen of the soldiers of the advance team "swooped" at the same time, and at the same time, white smoke rose from the "swish", accompanied by a heavy scorching smell.

"Fuck you!" Hao Shaoqi, who had excellent arm strength, took a big knife, jumped onto the shore, and flew straight to a Franc machine that was blocking him. The heavy barrel of the cannon smashed into the face of an officer-soldier, and the officer's face suddenly seemed to have a dye shop opened, and white, red, and yellow all burst out.

Hao Shaoqi knew exactly where his mission was, and continued to expand the death squad in a semicircle, trying to stabilize the front and provide a stable foothold for the follow-up troops. On the gentle slope, the officers and soldiers were lined up under Yi Qian's order, and the lead bullets that came from top to bottom immediately knocked down a large number of soldiers of the Zhao battalion, especially the 20 or so soldiers of the advance team who were clothed, and most of them were killed and wounded.

After the initial panic, the officers and soldiers came back to their senses and slowly adjusted. Huang Shijun and Yi Qian, who assisted Emperor Fu Mengdi in guarding the river, were not in a wreck, they were first shot by Yi Qian's long-range troops by virtue of the terrain and held down their positions, and then Huang Shijun, who was attracted to other places by Zhao Ying earlier, also led the broadsword team and rushed back to the rescue.

Huang Shijun's broadsword team is all armed with long-handled broadswords, and the soldiers holding the knives are all fierce men who are as strong as oxen. They come from a variety of sources, most of them are southwestern Tusi soldiers, and they are warlike and aggressive. Hao Shaoqi's proud death squad fought with Huang Shijun's Bu Yi, suffered the loss of weapons, and almost all of them retreated.

In the face of the two simplest actions of the broadsword team, Zhao Ying's death squad just couldn't find a way to deal with it, Hao Shaoqi led them to fight and retreat, and the circle that had been expanded a lot shrank a lot in an instant. He was miserable, and Yang Zhaofeng and Song Sima rushed over on the bridge.

Song Sima pulled his bow and shot hard, and an officer and soldier of the broadsword team fell to the ground, and Yang Zhaofeng said: "Brother Hao, resist, the general soldier wants to fire the cannon!" ”

When Hao Shaoqi heard this, a spirit, stretched his neck to look ahead, only to see that unconsciously, Huang Shijun, who came to the rescue, had already stretched a long strip along the river bank, and he glanced at the opposite bank with his spare eyes.

Strictly speaking, the wrought iron Franc machine built by the Ming Dynasty belongs to small artillery, and it is unrealistic to expect its penetrating power to break the shield and destroy the wall, but it is still very suitable for dealing with the infantry. Especially when fired at close range, the lethality of the infantry is considerable.

When crossing the river in Huguang, Xu Hui once followed Guo Ruke's advice and used the Franc machine to block the river dozens of steps wide, with good results. Now, he is using this experience to prepare to repeat the old trick, because Huang Shijun's troops have formed a long line on their own, inadvertently providing the most favorable attack surface for the artillery fire on their side.

Huang Shijun's troops rushed along the river, and because the battle surface at the bridgehead was not wide, except for the fierce fighters at the front, the other soldiers stayed behind, and naturally gathered longer and longer. Huang Shijun was busy fighting, ignoring the flaws exposed by his own department, and Yi Qian, who was in a high place, saw it clearly.

The two sides were in a scuffle, Yi Qian's gunners and archers needed to get close to avoid accidentally injuring their allies, and he was about to lead the crowd down and inform Huang Shijun to rectify the queue, on the other side of the river, Zhao Ying's artillery had been fired in unison. More than ten Franc machines were loaded with lead and iron sand, occasionally mixed with some iron bullets, and shot at the opposite bank. Most of them ended in vain, but one or two of them swept to the corners of Huang Shijun's team, which immediately caused a riot and panic in the broadsword team.

Yi Qian was in a hurry, gathered the unfolded firing troops, and wanted to rush down the slope area to suppress the Zhao Ying's artillery across the river to provide cover for Huang Shijun, however, he first heard the frightened shout on his right side. He stared at his eyes, followed the sound, and actually saw hundreds of steps away, where the formation was, and the banner of Emperor Fu Meng fell.