Jin Shenghuan knew very well that if he didn't push forward, the annoying sunlight would soon shine into the gunner's eyes, and then his cannon would not be able to hit them again, and at the same time, there was a little uneasiness in his heart, why didn't the enemy's flowering cannon come out today, did they have some conspiracy? After a while, I didn't think of a reason. He thought, "Forget it, my army has already attacked the mountains anyway, what other tricks do he have!"

"Ah...... Laa...... Laa...... Kill ......" The soldiers of the Qing army cheered thunderously, because they no longer felt the bright ridge where any more bullets and the frightening almost constant line of crossbow arrows and artillery fire were fired, where, as long as the bright ridge line was overcome, the enemy would have nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide, and had no choice but to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them, so they rushed into the bright ridge with cheers.

During the two-sided attack of the Qing army, nearly 600 dead and wounded were left behind from the bottom of the mountain to the ridge of the mountain beam, but for 20,000 Qing soldiers, ten is a drop in the bucket, and no one will be timid under the crowd The high morale makes people face death, and the crying after the wounded is ignored, they only have one purpose, and they quickly move forward to break through the damn bright reticle.

Finally, the banner flashed at the ridgeline, and a row of soldiers of the Qing army finally went up to the top of the mountain beam, and they were greeted by bright sunlight, which they were accustomed to the darkness for a while and could not adapt to the light, and they all stood on their feet as if blind, and only a few people fell into the trench at the forefront because they rushed too quickly.

With a "poof", the short arrow of no feather shot straight into his chest, blocking the cheers back into his throat, and the last sound in his throat was just an unpronounced "hmm" echoing in his throat. All of a sudden, the figures rushing up from the ridge line fell one after another in the midst of the piercing bullets and crossbow arrows.

Fang Bizheng, who came to the front again, took advantage of the light of the morning sun to see a series of hopeful and figures jumping from the bottom of the mountain to the ridgeline, and they who had just straightened up straightened up in the smoke of gunpowder, and their faces were turned to the sun, as if to tell it their admiration in their hearts. The embrace, which was an absolutely poignant hug, was followed by a withering figure that fell to the ground, losing his precious life. More figures were jumping up behind him, also blinded by the bright sunlight. Since then, this tragic beauty has remained in Fang Bizheng's heart for a long time, and it is still unforgettable until the ancient years.

"Huh" There was a crisp gunshot in his ears, and there was an unpleasant smell of gunsmoke in front of him, he turned his head to look, Jiang Yong was holding his spear, squinting one eye and aiming at the Qing soldiers not far away, shooting again......

The guards beside Jiang Yong also shot at the Qing army again and again, and the Qing soldiers who came up were like a spring that challenged the flames, constantly evaporating, falling and constantly pouring up from the bottom of the mountain, rushing over.

Fang Bizheng didn't dare to think about the compassion anymore, but he was afraid that he would not have the courage to fire at the Qing soldiers who rushed in. The revolver in his hand was beating again and again from the muzzle, and a particle bullet was fired somewhere, but Fang Bizheng, who participated in the battle, knew that he had to either fire or spring water, and there was no middle between the incompatible affairs of water and fire. When a circle of bullets was fired, he couldn't think much about it, as if shooting, loading, shooting, and reloading had become an important and integral part of his life.

"Enough...... Enough is enough......" When Fang Bizheng finished firing a circle of bullets again and was about to reload again, his hand was held down, and Jiang Yong's shout sounded in his ears.

Fang Bizheng slowly came to his senses at this time, and the clear "spring water" in the front ridge part was no longer surging again, and with the wind came a bloody smell that made people want to vomit. Fang Bizheng's head was resting on the sandbag used for the fortification, and he ripped off the mask covering his mouth and nose, panting heavily.

"Okay, they retreated...... Jiang Yong stroked the back of Fang Bizheng, who was vomiting in the corner, Fang Bizheng finally stopped vomiting, and sat on the sandbag on the side, panting.

"Brother Fang, don't mind, the first battle is like this, come and sing some water" Jiang Yong handed over a kettle.

Fang Bizheng's mouth was full of sourness and just wanted to get some water, he didn't think much about it, a big sip was poured directly into his mouth, who knew that it was actually a sip of wine. A warm current rose directly from his abdomen, not only dispelling his discomfort, but also dissipating the coldness in his heart. When he came to his senses, he was a little surprised to look at this Jiang Yong, who never seemed to drink, Jiang Yong just smiled and winked at him.

The three grenade launchers continued to knock 30 millimeters of lime grenades into the trenches in front of them, and in the dull sound of explosions and the rising white ash, one by one came shadows, and their faces were ridiculous like a play on the stage, and they were all coated with a layer of white powder, and their eyes were closed.

The soldiers of the Shenzhou Army here went out again to clear the field.

At the two ridges of the U-shaped mountain beam, the Qing army dropped the corpses of nearly 2,000 soldiers and about 200 prisoners at once (this time, even the lightly wounded were driven down the mountain as long as they were intact, and their own seriously wounded were carried away at the same time), and the rest of the soldiers were frightened by the screams of the earth-shattering massacre. They retreated, of course, they were still afraid of military law, so they did not retreat to the foot of the mountain, but just piled up behind piles of stones, stakes, or corpses halfway up the mountain, quietly waiting for their fate.

The snipers once again put on their "battle suits" and sneaked out of the ridge line, with the cooperation of their assistants, they drove away the gunners of Jin Shenghuan's cannons with sporadic gunfire, in order to bombard the enemy's main position, they tried to move forward as far as possible to avoid the ever-strengthening sunlight, and as a result, they were too close to the mountain beam to become the best target for snipers.

Squinting at the sun, Jin Shenghuan's distress came. The strong sunlight was now shining directly on the hillside, and the light was so bright that it was almost impossible to look up, and what the summer sun had told him was that he really needed to think about it now, and the most important thing was how those cannons could be snatched back from the snipers of the opposing side, otherwise in the afternoon, when the natural situation was reversed, what would he use to cover his infantry charge when he attacked again?