When the Tang army on the front line fell into a hell of iron and fire and could not be freed. The Tang Army reserves, which were advancing rapidly in columns, did not stop, because of the fog, they even thought that this was a signal that the front-line troops were in a fierce battle, and the officers and officials at all levels immediately drove the soldiers under their command to speed up their pace.

"Kill in, the brothers in front have already killed in, don't wait for them to finish killing, there will be no reward at that time!"

Silver!

Enough silver bounty to turn the most timid coward into an invincible warrior.

At least for Fang Wenyue, that's the case with him, he can't talk about being bold at all, but in the face of the temptation of 50 taels of silver, he didn't flinch and charged with the commander, of course, he had no other choice, took a step back, there was a big sword of the military law team.

Fang Wenyue was still following closely behind the chief, less than a few feet away. When he ran desperately with the chief, he suddenly noticed that the chief's pace slowed down, Fang Wenyue also slowed down, trotting instead walking, as the distance got closer and closer, he felt that something seemed to be wrong with the sound of guns coming from in front of him.

Just as they approached Luyan, dozens of orange-red tracks pierced the night sky and flew towards several piles of Luyan, and in the next moment, several fires quickly ignited around the people, but it was only a moment's effort, and the fiery red light reflected the surroundings, and the Tang army that was still charging there was completely exposed.

Although the flames only lit up a distance of more than ten zhang nearby, they successfully exposed many Tang troops who were charging, and also let those Tang troops who were charging finally see what was happening in the direction where the sound of guns came from - thousands of Tang troops who had just rushed forward fell in the rain of bullets, and the casualties struggled and howled in the sea of corpses and blood.

This hellish scene in front of him stunned everyone, and also made Fang Wenyue and all the Tang soldiers look at all this in horror, facing the mountain of corpses and blood in front of him, all he felt was fear like the other soldiers. At a loss, they stopped and watched all this in amazement.

In the light, they only felt an inexplicable fear hit their hearts. They thought of retreating almost instinctively, and the next moment, what they feared happened.

One black dot after another, dragging a somewhat dull whistling sound through the night sky, flew towards them, and the speed of those black dots was not fast, and even gave people the illusion that they could reach out and grasp it, but they knew that it was just an illusion.

The black dots, like the elves of the night, screamed and flew towards them, screaming happily in the dark night sky, making that somewhat dull whistling.

Suddenly, in the next moment, the elves landed, and at the moment when these dark night elves landed, a puff of smoke rose from the ground, and with the powerful impact of the gunpowder, the cast-iron grenade shell formed hundreds of fragments, and then flew towards the dense crowd with a scream.

When the steel fragments whistled, and the smoke and smoke, people could even breathe the smell of burning metal in the smoke, and those people who had only thought that these shells were not just solid shells, they did not hide on the ground at all, and they did not even know that they should lie on the ground to avoid the explosion of the shells, which immediately turned into a disaster.

A catastrophe of utter proportions!

Fragmented shrapnel rushed into the heads and bodies of the unsuspecting soldiers, along with the clods of earth and ice that had blown up during the explosion. After each shell exploded, a radius of dozens of feet turned into a slaughterhouse-like appearance, and countless people fell in pools of blood, and they never got up again. Those soldiers who survived. Lying in the midst of the blood waves and moaning in pain, they let out heart-rending roars while shouting for the rescue of their comrades in their native dialects.

If it is in normal times. Maybe someone will rush to save them. But at this time, almost everyone was frightened by these shells, and they all took refuge in all directions. I am afraid that the shells will fall on me.

Just as they dodged the raindrops, another round of shells landed on them accurately, and the damage caused by dozens of three-inch mortars was almost devastating.

It is no wonder, after all, the shells of the three-inch platoon guns weigh more than ten catties, and each shell is filled with up to two catties of gunpowder.

Although black powder is nowhere near as powerful as high explosives. But the power of the black powder explosion was barely enough, and the violent explosion that occurred when a few catties of black powder exploded caused even more damage than the experiment on the test ground, because those people did not expect that the shell would explode the moment it hit the ground.

This is because the fuse of the mortar shell uses the amalgam needle fuse, compared to the fuse of the fire tube used for the spherical shell of the field gun, he does not need to set the time in advance, and the impact force when it lands can detonate the needle detonator. This also made it impossible for the soldiers to dodge the explosions that were happening around them.

Many people died before they could even react when the smoke cloud of the explosion took their lives. And among these people, Fang Wenyue was very lucky, that is, he saw the commander in front of him explode and fell to the ground at the same time! He immediately subconsciously followed suit, thus avoiding this catastrophe.

When he looked up, he noticed that there were many people missing, and many of them had not even had time to catch their breath before they were killed by the steel trays. Fear is written on the faces of all the living people, and people don't even know what the hell is going on?

In fact, they don't have time to react at all, and when people are enveloped by boundless fear, running away becomes people's first choice.

When a person takes a portrait and flees, it immediately causes others to follow suit. However, when they were clever enough to get up and try to escape, another round of dense shells fell around them, in a violent explosion. Fragments of steel whizzed, like elves screaming there. Penetrating into their bodies, hungrily sucking their blood.

It's a massacre!

A massacre with new weapons!

Despite the massacre, there were still many Don troops who still did not stop themselves. They continued to move forward, continuing to charge towards the Loyal Army.

Man dies for money, and birds die for food.

This is a truth that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. And when the Don army launched a charge. In the camp of the Loyal Army, the infantry stood under the breastwork with their guns in hand. The Tang troops who charged in the first round were basically dead under their guns. Because of this, they had the opportunity to change the flint and replenish their ammunition, waiting for the enemy to charge again. Their casualties were negligible compared to the enemy's.

Deafening explosions and the roar of mortars behind them. And constantly into their ears. Let each of them look light. Especially when they heard the sound of explosions in the distance, listening to the screams that came from their ears one after another, they even felt that everything was over.

Of course, it won't end so quickly.

At least until now, the Don Army has not given up. Those retreating Tang troops were immediately blocked by the Overseers in the rear, and in the face of the broadswords raised by the Overseers, they had to once again launch a charge.

In the eyes of many generals of the Don Army, this was nothing more than an accident. In fact, the loyal rebels have suffered heavy casualties. In many cases, the Loyal Army was able to hold out because they were more persistent than the enemy, and as long as their enemy could hold out even a little longer, the Loyal Army would not be able to do so.

"We can't retreat, as long as we rush forward, they will be defeated!"

If it had been replaced by a unit that did not know about the Loyal Army, perhaps by this time they had already decided to retreat. However, because many of the generals of the Tang Army were born in the relationship with the Loyal and Righteous Army, they took it for granted that the Loyal and Righteous Army had now reached the point of exhaustion. The previous hundreds of thousands of catties of gunpowder had already damaged their vitality. Now as long as they hold on a little longer. Surely you will be able to defeat the Loyalty!

Under the broadsword of the Overseer, the regrouped Tang Army, once again inspired by the threat of death and heavy reward, once again summoned up the courage to step over the corpses of the deserters who had just been beheaded by the Overseer, and once again launched a charge.

There will be brave men under the great reward. When those men summoned up the courage to charge again with the fire guns in their hands. It was still in the same position as before, the dense shells dragged a dull whistling sound, and smashed accurately on their heads, and after the violent explosion, in the thick smoke of gunpowder, there were corpses everywhere, and around the black craters, you could see everywhere the wounded soldiers who were moaning in a pool of blood with stumps and severed arms.

Under this rain of bullets like a storm, there are still many people who have finally mustered up the courage to turn around and want to run backwards, while many more people cower and take the initiative to slow down the pace of progress.

Their actions were immediately met with the angry roars of the commanders, and with that roar came the broadswords in their hands, after slashing several deserters to death one after another. The team, which was already crumbling, launched a charge, and although the shells kept falling under their feet in the spring breeze, the Tang soldiers still broke through the blockade of the artillery fire under the threat of the officers' swords. It's just that they don't know that death awaits them in front of them.

It's close!

It's getting closer.

When the soldiers of the Don Army charged forward desperately, they didn't even look at the corpses in front of them. It seems that they have become accustomed to death.

Just as they were only 60 to 80 fathoms away from the earthen wall, the infantry finally heard the rapid sound of snare drums. Once again, they stood up. Lined up behind the earthen wall and waited for orders from the commanders.

"Raise your gun!"

"Aim!"

It's all like training. It's no different from being on the training ground. When they're aiming ahead. There is no need to even worry about the enemy's counterattack at all. Because the enemy is charging. And in front of them there is a breastwork wall that protects their bodies.

"Put!"

Amid the roars of the commanders, thousands of rifles opened fire at the same time. Thousands of scorching lead pellets roared into the enemy's chest. Take the lives of the enemy.

The battle was one-sided. There is no doubt at all. The soldiers greeted the enemy with a volley of fire as if they were on the training ground.

Every time the soldiers in the front row fired, they immediately retreated, allowing the soldiers in the second row to fill the remaining gaps, and then continued to shoot, while they retreated to the position of the original third row and continued to reload, waiting for the two comrades in front to finish shooting. For them, I'm afraid it will only be on the training ground that it will be as orderly as it is now.

And compared to them. The Tang Army's occasional counterattacks were nothing more than sporadic counterattacks, or even just indiscriminate blows there, and that kind of behavior was not so much a counterattack as a self-emboldening.

In contrast, the lead bullets fired from the guns of the Loyal Volunteers always hit the target accurately. Hot bullets burrowed into their flesh, tearing at their flesh, and the wails of the wounded filled every corner of the battlefield as they took their lives.

One platoon fell, and the other charged forward again, as if both sides were holding out there at this time. It's all there to compete, to see who can make it to the end.

It seems that each of them believes that as long as they persevere, they will win. It's just that despite the heavy price they paid, they still didn't rush through the earthen wall, even though they seemed to win the battle every time. However, they were never able to break through the line of steel and buckshot.

Even some of the lucky ones rushed to the front by chance. They didn't even understand that they were greeted by a dense stream of shotguns fired by field artillery with cheers.

Countless lead projectiles were ejected from the muzzle of the gun, as if thousands of muskets were firing at the same time, and its power was staggering, and it was also terrifying. Thousands of shotguns will tear through the battlefield in a fan-shaped no-man's land. Those who tried to stop it would be torn to shreds, leaving them with severed limbs as far as the eye could see.

Even if they narrowly escaped death from the shotguns, they were greeted by grenades one after another. Like a raindrop of grenades, grenades fell on their side, and in a violent explosion, those enemies who were lucky enough to rush up. There was no more strength to charge forward. Many of them were even just lying in the trenches, where they were still frightened by the bloody scenes of the battle, and they just lay there, waiting for it to end.

And in the trenches, there were many wounded soldiers, who let out miserable screams. They were covered in blood, and they lay in pools of blood waiting for death to come. Still, they were there begging for help, begging for someone to hear their cries for help. Rescue them......

It's just that no one on the battlefield will care about these wounded, and no one will care about their life or death.

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