Boom,

With a violent explosion, a cloud of smoke rose from behind the barricades in the street, followed by a rapid clatter.

"Turtle grandson, turtle grandson ......"

In the dust, Wang Gong gasped and complained, holding the infantry gun in his hand, his face was full of dust, and the sweat of the bean dripping could not stop dripping down his chin.

His face looked a little nervous, and his breathing was rapid. His eyes were fixed on the front. I wore it for a while and went out before I started to reload.

Pull out a paper-shelled bullet from the cowhide ammunition box, bite off the paper at the tail, then pour the gunpowder into the barrel, and then stuff the bullet head into the barrel, and tear off the excess paper tube at the mouth of the barrel. Then take the pusher lever and push the gun to the bottom of the gun tube, and then press it repeatedly. Reattach the ram lever under the barrel.

Then, he showed half of his head from the corner of the wall, and after aiming, the Qing army in front of him pulled the trigger.

When the enemy fell, he cursed in his mouth.

"Turtle grandson!"

After scolding this, he hid behind the wall again.

Yesterday, the observation post on the hill noticed that the defenders on the city wall had withdrawn into the city, and of course they also noticed the barricades built in the streets of the city, which meant that the Qing army had given up holding on to the fortified city, and they chose to rely on the barricades in the city.

This style of play is most disadvantageous to the attacking side, because the attacking side needs to constantly conquer the barricades, while the defending side can use the brickwork barricades to methodically repel the attacking side with firearms.

Although he knew that Laita had prepared a trap, Li Dingguo, as the commander, still chose to jump into this trap, and Wang Gong's regiment climbed over the half-collapsed city wall and entered the city at dawn today.

In the dense bombs and grenades, but only half a day later, Wang Gong's class, there were only nine people left, and when they charged, a grenade was thrown from behind the wall, directly killing three brothers, and Wang Gong's left arm also hit an iron piece. However, without even realizing that he was wounded, he followed his brothers into the barricade of the Qing army and seized the barricade.

But the battle did not stop, and in front of them, only the ghosts knew how many such three-foot-high brick walls there were, and between those brick walls, the Qing army would use shield carts to add a barricade at any time. However, the shield cart is useless at all, and their bullets will always pierce the shield in front of the shield cart.

After advancing for a while, after aiming at the enemy in front of him and pulling the trigger, Wang Gong hid in the corner, first gasping for breath to calm down. Then, enduring the pain in his arm, he took out a gun from the cartridge box, bit through the paper bag and poured gunpowder through the gun, then stuffed the projectile into the gun, compacted the bullet with a strip, and fastened the fire cap to the fire transmission hole, and then he took aim with the gun and aimed the gun at the enemy.

Carrying out these maneuvers on the battlefield is not an easy task in itself. Sometimes the bullet will even be reversed, just like the previous one, it is very likely to be reversed. Otherwise, that shot would not have been missed.

So this time, when he was loading the bullet, he paid special attention, after all, this kind of bullet is different from the round bullet in the past. It is a conical type, and it will definitely not be accurate if it is reversed.

Because of his previous experience of shorting, this time he was a little more cautious when aiming than before.

Although the distance is almost 100 paces, and even if he aims at such a long distance, he will often miss it, but now, the new rifled firing gun is enough for him to accurately hit the target from 200 paces away.

"That's you!"

Looking at the Qing army with half of his body exposed behind the brick wall, he was aiming, already aiming at the enemy's. Wang Gong did not hesitate to pull the wrench, and the moment the hammer hit the fire cap, with a bang, the gun flew out of the gun.

At the moment when the back seat hit his shoulder, Wang Gong could see clearly, the bullet he fired accurately drilled into the abdomen and chest of the Qing soldier, and the Qing soldier who was about to release the gun didn't even have time to pull the trigger urgently, and fell down holding his abdomen.

At this time, Wang Gong's whole person became more sober, and of course he was more confident in his shooting skills, full of confidence that he had never had before.

This self-confidence is based solely on the constant killing of the enemy.

"Another one!"

Staring at the enemy's barricade over there, Wang Zheng's heart swelled with a sense of pleasure to kill the enemy. At this moment, his comrades-in-arms also pulled the trigger, and the sound of guns and gunsmoke enveloped him.

Through the white smoke of gunpowder, you can see the head of a Qing soldier behind the barricade, like a watermelon falling to the ground, shattered violently, and at the moment of shattering, blood sprayed everywhere.

In this kind of street fighting, no one will line up in a neat dense formation to attack, everyone is the same as Wang Gong, with their heads down, cats bent on their waists, with the help of roadside obstacles to protect themselves, bowing down and cautiously approaching the enemy, although street fighting in their training, does not account for much proportion, but they still strictly abide by the various regulations of street fighting, in order to achieve the goal of killing and injuring the enemy to win victory.

Of course, in order to achieve this goal, you must first protect yourself.

"Big man, you two, come up with me!"

Seeing that the brothers and the Qing army were throwing their guns at each other, although his side had the upper hand, Su Bingfang was not willing to stalemate here, he stared at the house on the side of the road, and jumped directly onto the roof of a tree neatly.

"Be careful!"

After jumping on the roof, Su Bingfang told his subordinates to be careful, and at the same time stepped on the roof and approached the enemy's barricades. When approaching the enemy from above, no one notices their presence at all. Who would have thought they would kill from the rooftops.

Approaching the enemy's barricades, less than forty paces away, his infantry wanted to aim at the enemy, but he put it down again, he felt for a grenade, and said to his comrades beside him.

"With grenades! Listen to me! ”

Staring at the enemy soldiers behind the barricade who were loading the firearms, Su Bingfang, who was pulling the grenade, ordered loudly when he threw out the grenade.

"Throw!"

Three grenades flew in an arc in the air to the back of the barricades of the Qing army, and before the Qing troops behind the barricades could react, the smoke cloud of the grenade explosion engulfed the Qing troops on the street.

"Follow me!"

Wang Gong, who was about to release his guns, saw the smoke of the explosion behind the barricade, and immediately launched a charge without hesitation, and his comrades-in-arms around him also rushed over one after another.

When Wang Gong and the others, who had crossed the barricade, saw these wounded soldiers, they didn't even blink their eyes and stabbed their bayonets directly into their chests.

"Let's just fight! The first shift goes to the roof, the second shift puts the gun to cover, and the third and fourth shifts are ready to charge ......"

Su Bingfang's attack from the roof made the platoon commander immediately see the benefits, and he immediately issued an order to adjust the steps of the attack.

The fighting method of receiving the enemy from the roof and then killing and injuring the enemy troops behind the barricades with grenades immediately showed the effect, but with only a bag of cigarettes, they took three barricades in succession, and not even a single one was injured, and seeing that the effect was so significant, the platoon commander immediately sent a herald to report to the captain.

Of course, sometimes the streets and alleys would separate the roofs, and occasionally they would have to jump down, but at this time, they would also not attack, but would send two squads to the roof, and aim and shoot from a high position, so that the three-foot-high breastwork was completely useless, and the enemy who had been desperately resisting did not even react to what was going on, and lost his body.

Squatting on the roof, Su Bingfang saw an officer standing behind the breastwork wall, behind a low wall one hundred and fifty fathoms (meters) in front of him, popping up from time to time, raising the waist knife in his hand, and shouting loudly in his mouth.

"Brethren! Resist! We must not let Minggou occupy the ...... of Tongguan City."

At his shout, the Qing soldiers leaned against the breastwork and aimed in front of them to release their guns, and even the wounded soldiers would lean against the wall to reload the firearms.

At this time, everyone fought for their lives, and they knew that if they fell into the hands of the Ming army, it was very likely that they would be dead.

Even though there are some things that everyone knows, everyone knows that the hatred has not been resolved. That's why they did their best to block the Ming army's attack.

The brothers below rushed in a few steps, bent down again, and leaned against the battlements by the side of the road to avoid the oncoming bullets, and from time to time they looked up at the roof to see when the brothers in the room would be able to knock down the breastwork.

Because there is a big road in the middle, and the distance is very far, Su Bingfang, who can't meet the enemy like before, squatted on the roof, because he didn't need to worry about the enemy's attack, so he was able to calmly observe the enemy and choose his shooting target from the enemy group.

"That's him!"

As he took aim at the officer, he once again exposed himself to the low wall, where he seemed to be cheering up the soldiers, as if they were so far away that no one thought that the gun could hit him. Su Bingfang didn't let this opportunity slip away, he pulled the trigger, and a shot flew out of Yiyong's mouth, he could clearly see the officer of the Qing army, shook his body, and then fell, when he fell, the pro-army next to him even stood there for some unknown reasons. They don't even know where the bullets are coming from.

At the same time, Su Bingfang's comrades-in-arms also pulled the trigger one after another, and after more than a dozen Qing soldiers were knocked down one after another, those Qing soldiers who were still desperately resisting only found that someone was shooting at them on the roof. They were immediately frightened and did not dare to come out on top of the low wall again. The warriors, who had been clinging to the wall, rushed out, and they pounced on the enemy like tigers descending from the mountain. When approaching the enemy, first threw a few grenades, and in the smoke of the explosion, the Qing army, which was dizzy by the explosion, did not even react quickly, and the attacking troops had already rushed to the bottom of the low wall, howling and jumping over the breastwork with bayonets, and harvesting the enemy's lives with bayonets.

Such a ferocious and continuous charge was unfamiliar to these warriors, and it was the first time that such a resolute charge had been carried out. For such a charge, the fighters felt very happy, very novel, and of course more excited.

"Rush up, rush up, kill them all......"

Almost all brothers felt this way in their hearts. The howl of the charge immersed everyone in the excitement of victory, and the same thrill of killing the enemy, and this excitement completely suppressed the fear of death, and they only kept killing and wounding the enemy with bayonets and grenades.

After several successive charges, Su Bingfang and his comrades were exhausted, and in the previous battle, they even needed to force themselves to persevere.

When the follow-up troops attacked, under the order of the squad leader, they lined up under the wall to rest and replenish their strength, and some hot infantry guns pressed on his body, although he was not injured, but Su Bingfang's face looked a little pale, he gasped heavily, his mouth was dry, and he was not even willing to take out the kettle to drink a sip of water, just sat there panting heavily. Every breath it takes is heavy. It may even make one wonder if he is not breathing enough.

The pungent smoke entered his nostrils, and he was breathing heavily against the wall, ignoring all of this, he just wanted to get some rest.

"Take a good rest, don't worry, don't worry, take a sip of water first......"

The platoon commander, who was also panting and panting, stood there and said with a smile.

"This time, our three rows have shown their faces, brothers, I dare to say, with the trick we used, at least thousands of brothers have been saved!"

When the platoon commander spoke, he walked to Su Bingfang's side again and looked at him who was gasping for breath. He patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Lao Su, this time, you have made a great contribution! When the battle is over, I will report it, and when the time comes, a first-class Medal of Loyalty and Valor will definitely be indispensable to you! I can't get the "Yilu Medal"! ”

As soon as they heard the "Yilu Medal", the brothers who were originally tired and out of breath, while being surprised, all looked at Su Bingfang with envious eyes, after all, everyone knew what the medal meant.

means that from now on, Su Bingfang will be the "honor" of the Ming Dynasty. It means that from now on he is not an ordinary person.

And that's why their big guys are soldiers. It's just that not everyone has the opportunity to fulfill this wish, but now they see their comrades on the battlefield to fulfill this wish.

Although this is just a verbal word from the Chief. But it still makes many people envious.