The officers and men hid in a tree and fired at the earthen wall, bullets swirled in the air, and the air was filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

More than 100 members of the militia group hid in the ravines of the farms, waiting for the decisive battle to come, and more than 100 officers and soldiers composed of arresters and officials were the elite of the criminal department, and there were at least five sharpshooters, and now three of them were hiding behind birch trees, aiming at the rebels on the earthen wall and shooting.

The knife Wei Qun was originally a personal guard with Bao, a sharpshooter, he had a willow branch on his head as a hat, a Shaspo-style breech-loading gun holder on a tree branch, closed his left eye five hundred meters away from the earthen wall, squinted his right eye, and tried to find the rebels emerging from the earthen wall, the muzzle of the gun slowly moved back and forth on the branch, searching for the target.

The rebels have a trait, they like to tie a towel on their heads, indicating that they are an organized group of people, and the small knife Wei Qun muttered to himself: "Where are you, white mouse, come out!" ”

Several companions next to him had already fired four or five shots, the small knife Wei Qun still did not fire a shot, both sides shrank their heads after firing a shot, it was difficult to hit the target with one shot, and a small half of the head was exposed on the buttress of the earthen wall, and it retracted after firing a shot.

Wei Qun, the little knife, calculated how many seconds it would take for the other party to show his head and shoot a shot, and finally the small knife fired a shot at the empty battlement.

"Phew." With a sound, the bullet shot at the battlement like an arrow from the string, a rebel just showed half of his head, and shot a bullet on the bridge of the nose, "ah" on the battlement, motionless, and then countless bullets continued to shoot at the corpse, the knife Wei Qun shouted angrily: "Qing warriors, see the shooting, what is there to shoot the dead!" ”

The corpse was dragged back behind the earthen wall by the rebel companions and disappeared, and one of the officers and soldiers cheered and shouted: "Little knife, good job!" ”

Wei Qun, the knife man, ignored the person next to him, held his breath, aimed at another battlement, and fired a fatal bullet.

A spear fell from the wall, and the rebel at the battlement was killed by the small knife Wei Qun, and the small knife Wei Qun showed a pleased smile, quickly reloaded the bullets and gunpowder after hiding in the tree, and said with a smug smile: "There are two, you have a few spears!" ”

Wei Yun, another sharpshooter, was very unwilling to fail, glanced at Wei Qun next to him, pouted and said: "What is the little knife, the traitors who were shot by me fell into the wall, and they will go up to see it later, there are no less than five people!" ”

Wei Qun, the little knife, set up the spear again, and sneered stupidly: "Spear, this is a live target, use your brain to think about it, seize the opportunity to shoot again, don't do useless work!" ”

The two originally did not deal with the sharpshooter, despised each other, snorted coldly in each other's noses, no longer looked at each other, and continued to search for the target with Lao Tzu's first momentum in the world.

The spear Wei Yun refused to give in, and knew in his heart that he shot five times and did not hit the target, this time he finished loading the bullet, did not shoot blindly, and stared at the gun stick sticking out from the mouth of the high wall with wide eyes, everything has rules, how many seconds does the other party stretch out the gun to shoot.

Breathe steadily and shoot the bullet route so that it will not deviate, stabilize the hands fluctuate, the spear Wei Yun pulled the trigger, the recoil of the butt made him feel the momentum, and the blood mist was sprinkled on the wall, Wei Yun smiled, he is the peerless master of the sharpshooter, and the Shasbo-style breech gun has a great effect in his hand.

Wei Yunxiao blew the smoke from the barrel of the gun with his lips, the smell of gunsmoke made him obsessed, the battlefield is where he should stay, looking for the next target with eagle-like eyes, he is the elite of the criminal department, there is no need to charge into battle, and shooting with a cold gun five hundred meters away is the task of several of them.

In broad daylight, the officers and men had the advantage in the head-to-head battle, and the pistols in their hands were French-made Shaspoo-style breech guns, and the firing range could reach a distance of thousands of meters, and hundreds of officers and soldiers had concentrated bullets to beat the rebels on the earthen wall so that they did not even dare to stick out their heads, and the power of several sharpshooters was undoubted, and a bullet was impermanent.

The more than 30 rebels hiding on the earthen wall were a little at a loss, and several brave pikemen died at the battlement, but in desperation, the rebels didn't even do aim, stretched out their guns and fired indiscriminately into the fields and official roads, and the two sides fought to see who had enough ammunition and could afford time and bullets.

Among the officers and soldiers, two drummers kept beating the war drums and issued an order to stand by on the spot, which was to learn tactics from the Western army, in the past, the set of Ming Jin and gong beating this set of Qing Dynasty troops had long been eliminated, and the war drums became army commanders, as drummers were brave soldiers, they did not wear weapons, only one war drum on their bodies, tied to the front of the lower abdomen, and hung a trumpet on their chests, the drummer was the driving force for the soldiers to move forward, and the drummer and the soldiers advanced together when they charged, and the drummer could only desperately blow the trumpet to move forward and move forward again as long as he did not die.

However, the officers and soldiers here have not yet reached the moment of desperateness, they have not formed a battle formation, and advanced within the range of the enemy's muskets, their task is to suppress the firepower of the rebels on the earthen wall, and pave the way for the two artillery pieces on the two carriages on the official road to enter the firing range, there are artillerymen, and there are grenades The officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty belong to the school of caution and prudence, and this set of tactics is vividly reflected in this group of officers and soldiers, they are unwilling to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the rebels, and fight in accordance with the planned strategy and tactics step by step.

Wu Kefan personally commanded the battle on the road, he was born in the old army, he had experienced the duel of death, he had personally experienced the bloody siege of Hangzhou, he was a man who had been tested by blood and fire, and the siege of Balizhuang was a masterpiece planned by him.

Four horses pull a cannon, the Franc cannon weighs three hundred and fifty pounds, that is, the iron rear-mounted smoothbore cannon, the belly of the cannon is quite thick, the tail of the cannon is equipped with a steering rudder rod, the barrel has a crosshair and a door, the Franc cannon has five advantages: rate of fire, rotational speed, heat dissipation, sub-cannon capacity determination, long belly life, but limited to the industrial level of the Qing Empire, there is an insurmountable difficulty, that is, the gap between the sub-cannon and the belly of the cannon has a large tolerance, resulting in gunpowder gas leakage, so it does not have long-range attack efficiency, Generally, it takes a distance of 100 paces to exert great power.

But these two Franc cannons belong to big men, generally more than 100 pounds of Franc machine cannons, more than 300 pounds of Franc machine cannons, the firing distance reaches 180 steps, and even small flowering shells can be used 200 meters away.

These two cannons were "borrowed" by Li Guolou through Wu Peipei, the widow of You Gaoming, the commander of the Eight Banners of the Ministry of War, from Zhang Xuefei, the commander of the Ruijian Battalion in Xishan.

In addition to the two Francophone cannons, another carriage is loaded with a modified Yuan Rong car, the so-called Yuan Rong car is the ancient general used the command car, there is a lifting device on the car, the commander stands high in the tower when the battle array duel waving the command flag to command the soldiers in the surrounding battle array, this Yuan Rong car is spliced by two carriages, the rise height is higher than the city wall of more than three zhang, originally used to watch the enemy situation on the city wall, now the Qing army keeps pace with the times, understands that the commander does not need the Yuan Rong car, this Yuan Rong car has been modified, into a sharpshooter position.

The Yuan Rong car tower is covered with iron sheets, there are several shooting holes around it, the two blockers stay inside, taking advantage of the opportunity of the rebels on the earthen wall to shrink their heads, Yuan Rong's car speed to the earthen wall 50 meters away, the horseman untied the pack horse, with the horse out of the dangerous place, next to the five officers and soldiers braved the rain of bullets, quickly spliced two Yuan Rong cars, less than five minutes the tall tower will stand up.

One officer and soldier were shot in the shoulder by the rebel spear and fell to the ground with a scream, while another officer and soldier flew and dragged the wounded officer and soldier to the back of Yuan Rong's car.

took out a bottle of Zhuge marching powder, poured the powder into the wound, and the blood immediately stopped, and then bandaged the wounded officers and soldiers with gauze, skillfully and quickly, and said: "Brother, you can't die, don't scream so ugly!" ”

The wounded and sick grinned and said, "Hmm······· The name of Hu Qingyutang's magic medicine is not advertised, it really doesn't hurt! ”

"Well, a good guy." Several other officers and soldiers who were hiding behind the Yuan Rong cart shouted loudly to encourage the wounded and sick, and as they spoke, they put their guns on the carriage and fired at the earthen wall.

A fluttering Yuanrong car tower above the snow mountain lion flag hunting in the morning breeze, so that more than 400 officers and soldiers blood boiling, this is their spiritual strength, the Qing Emperor's ** flag "Snow Mountain Lion Flag".

"Great Qing Wansheng." "Great Qing Wansheng." "Great Qing Wansheng!"

Cheers rang out one after another, the officers and soldiers let out a roar of rage, they had eagle eyes, the rebels waited for justice, the scales of victory tilted towards them, and the goddess of victory seemed to have beckoned to them.

The Qing Empire originally did not have a military flag, it was to distinguish their respective armies with eight banner totems, and the Han army used various mascots as their respective army belongings, after the division of the Tubo Dynasty in the middle of the 9th century, for a long period of time, there was no regular army, until the end of the 18th century, after the Qing Dynasty sent troops to repel the invasion of foreign hostile **, the famous "King James Tibetan Aftermath Regulations" 29 articles were formulated.

Article 4 stipulates that in the past, there was no regular army in Tibet before and after, and it was necessary to temporarily recruit and transfer troops, which not only lacked combat capability, but also caused great harm to the people, so this time I petitioned the emperor for approval to set up a regular army of 3,000 people: 1,000 troops in Tibet and 1,000 troops in Gyantse, and 500 troops stationed in Gyantse.

This quota of 3,000 troops, that is, people often said "Tibetan army" later, the army's usual training and combat command, are inseparable from the military flag, so the Tibetan army flag "Snow Mountain Lion Flag" was made, the lion symbolizes the imperial power of the Qing Empire, this is the origin of the so-called "national flag" of the Qing Dynasty.

The earth wall of Balizhuang is not three zhang high, only more than two zhang, and when the Yuan Rong car rises on the tower, the two blockers are condescending to look at the more than 30 rebels squatting on the earthen wall, and even the people in the distant village can be seen, Bao has five sharpshooters are his personal guards, loyalty, first-class kung fu, usually is to put on a show, protect the side of Lord Bao, rare opportunity to shoot, meritorious service and reward opportunities rely on today, how can you not desperately kill the enemy.

Arirang the sword raised his Shaspo-style breech gun and fired the first shot at one of the men lying on the dirt wall.

"Phew." With a single blow, the bullet hits the target accurately, and the revenge bullet kills a rebel who shoots at the right time.

"Bell." With a bang, the tower was shot by a bullet, making a crisp impact sound of the iron plate and the bullet colliding, "Wang Ba Lamb's marksmanship is quite accurate." Arrow Yang Cong scolded angrily, just now he didn't hit the target, but was counterattacked by the traitors.

Arrow Yang Cong against the rebel on the earthen wall, pull the trigger, a hatred bullet, shoot out the chamber, perfect trajectory, perfect blood splash, perfect ending, arrow Yang Cong rarely laughs so happily, a good man should take the risk, fight on the battlefield, and dedicate his bloody youth to the motherland, this is his destination, even if the blood is spilled on the battlefield, buried on this land forever,