No matter which side the soldiers were, they were all red-eyed.

"Kill! Kill, kill, kill!"

Hoarse shouted, the bayonet in his hand was bent and pierced in the chest, in the screams of the Qing army who didn't know whether it was a father or a grandfather, the Dongjiang infantry kicked him out with bloody red eyes, and then roared and stabbed downward, one knife, two knives, poofing blood!

Click!

The Qing army that swooped up from behind slashed at the back of this Dongjiang army, even if it was protected by cold forging armor, the internal organs were shattered under such a huge force, and the Dongjiang army who was piercing the chest of the person spewed a stream of blood from the mouth and smashed it on the enemy he assassinated, but the two great enemies were so close together after their deaths.

Without waiting for the Qing army to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly a huge blood hole exploded in his chest, blood burst out, and a hideous look froze on his face, and he knelt on this Shura field in disbelief.

The Dongjiang Army, which did not wait for the gun, reloaded, and another overwhelming rain of arrows shot down......

The Dongjiang troops in ambush all merged into the battlefield, and the whole battle became more and more bloody and white-hot.

But Sun Chuanting has few people after all, if he has 60,000 people, today's battle will undoubtedly be won, but he only has 30,000 in his hands!

"General, mark your loyalty!"

With a loud bang, the torches were slammed into the powder keg, and the huge explosion smashed out the two armies of the Ming and Qing dynasties within a radius of more than ten meters.

In the telescope, Yuan Dabao is worthy of being a fierce general, a command knife made of stainless steel has been cut into jagged teeth, but he is still shouting and fighting at the front, but beside her, the black Dongjiang armor is becoming less and less, and more and more cyan is pouring up, making this blood-stained remnant of the clothes like a canoe in a storm, which may be subverted at any time.

Just when Sun Chuanting was full of nervousness, on the corner of the southwest wall, there were bursts of screams, and the regimental flag of the first regiment of Xitundi fell suddenly, and they were completely overwhelmed by the Qing army of the chrysalis.

Seeing that on the edge of the collapsed ruins, the bare heads of the crowded lovers poked out, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly pulled out the big knife, Sun Chuanting roared loudly with red eyes.

"Escort, follow this army!"

It's really the last hand-to-hand fight, and even the main general's own soldiers have to be dispatched! But seeing that Sun Chuanting was about to rush to the battlefield with a murderous spirit, behind him, that crisp shout sounded again.

"Master Jun! Alright, order your men to retreat! ”

"Retreat? Are you crazy? As soon as he took a step back, the entire front collapsed, seized the supplies of our army, and killed the red-eyed Qing Tartars to make trouble in Heilongjiang, then there would be more than these 30,000 horses! Thousands of heads will fall to the ground, if you run away! Ben will never retreat!"

His angry eyes bulged, and he turned his head and scolded, Sun Chuanting immediately turned his head and wanted to rush upward, but who knows, this Sun Chun is also like a cannon fight, and he is also a quick temper, and when he went up, he grabbed Sun Chuanting's neck collar, and he also scolded angrily.

"When the old lady rolled her arms into battle, your old guy was still a nerd in the study! What kind of calf to put on the old lady? ”

"How important this battle is, you old boy know, how can the general not know, if you don't put all the means on it, how dare the general dare to press the whole army, you don't believe me, you have to believe in the general!!"

On the noisy battlefield, this shout still shook Sun Chuanting's ear disease that had not been long before it buzzed again.

Believe ......, Mao Jue?

On the battlefield, Sergeant Hegang, who had been fighting for several hours, let out a desperate but desperate roar from exhaustion, and without hesitating for a few seconds, Sun Chuanting finally shook the handsome flag.

"Mingjin, retreat!"

For the first time, as if the army was defeated, the last insistence of the exhausted Dongjiang Army was sucked away by the rattling of gongs, and the bayonet that had been bent was dropped, and the sergeant, covered in blood, turned his head and ran back with difficulty.

Completely killed red eyes, dragging the collar of the person's clothes, the knife like the saw was still scratching the neck of the Qing army, and the two pro-soldiers dragged Yuan Dabao's shoulders in horror and ran back, being dragged over and over again, while Yuan Dabao was still roaring angrily.

"Let go of Lao Tzu! There's no going back! Lao Tzu would rather die in battle than let people look at this knife from behind, Sun Chuanting, you old bastard!"

On the other end, Huang Taiji, who had been nervously watching the battle from morning to dusk, had finally relaxed a little bit, even if he was as strong as him, he had to admit that the iron bones of this army in front of him had even surpassed his eight banners, if there were more than 10,000 soldiers and horses in front of him, I am afraid that he would have to return this time.

It's a pity that such a strong army has no strong general, if this Ming army has a chief general like Lu Xiangsheng, he will fight against himself desperately, once the sky is completely dark, this battle will not be able to tell the winner.

The last thing on the battlefield is if! At this time, the Dongjiang army was completely defeated, looking at the blood-red sunset, the small city that had blocked him for a month, and in an instant, Huang Taiji's face was also hideous like Shura, and he waved his yellow flag forward.

"Kill them all! Don't let one go!"

Even if he didn't need to order, the Qing army, who also killed red-eyed, rushed into the Dongjiang camp like a jackal with a few bee chrysalis, endless supplies, canned food, cloth, silk cigarettes! There is also the hatred and fear accumulated from so many days of bloody fighting, and this day, all of them must be understood here.

The Qing army who rushed to the front even seemed to have seen himself carrying a human head, carrying a lot of loot in his arms, greed and hatred intertwined a look of incomparably hideous and terrifying on his face, and the blood beads on the saber were thrown everywhere with the run, but just when he was one step away from madness, on the side of the street, five pitch-black iron boxes suddenly came into his eyes.

Then, the last impression he left in this world was the brilliant fire.

Suddenly~, the dull and ugly gunfire pierced into the ears of people, but the damage it brought was extremely terrifying, the twelve rotating barrels became red together, and the five fire snakes were like crawling out of hell, viciously biting the flesh and blood of the approaching Qing army, a phalanx of thousands of people turned into ashes in just an instant, and even many people in the front of the Qing army were beaten in two.

Machine gun, the king of the battlefield machine gun of the First World War!

The most difficult thing in the world is innovation, and creating something out of nothing is the most difficult, for Mao Jue, there is already this principle in his mind, and it is not difficult to implement the machine gun at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

First of all, the smelting technology of the Dongjiang River has developed by leaps and bounds in the past ten years, and it has long left the Ming Dynasty a street, which is enough to make steel close to the barrel of the gun in later generations.

Then there is the power, the machine gun, the name is the machine-driven firearm, five large black iron cabinets, each equipped with a small steam engine, the rotating neat rod drives several sets of gears, the front one rotates the twelve barrels, the middle one pushes the paper shell bullet chain forward, the group at the back makes the firing pin continue to push the paper shell bullet into the barrel, and then ignites the gunpowder and can't shoot out. It's just that these successful machine guns successfully use the residual power of gunpowder energy to launch and move, and Mao Jue really can't achieve gas storage seals, so he can only rely on steam engines as power.

And he did not have a particularly important propellant fire cap mine pump in later generations, so he could only rely on the local method to solve it, replacing the fire cap with a steel needle that was burned red in advance, when the paper shell bullet was pushed into the chamber by the plug rod behind, the steel needle pierced the butt of the paper shell bullet from the small hole in the back, and the red temperature ignited the gunpowder, and the temperature generated by the gunpowder explosion reheated the steel needle for the next shot.

It's just that these five machine guns are so primitive and simple that they can't be more primitive and simple! It's not that Sun Chun is watching the excitement from behind, debugging these five stupid guys, hundreds of artillery pieces took a full day, and it has only been two or three minutes of fighting, and the five machine guns have already made trouble together.

The firing pins of the first and third handles were directly interrupted in high-intensity firing, the rotating bullet chain was jammed, and the light did not fire, and the artillerymen at the bottom had to sweat profusely to unscrew the steam engine with a wrench to release the pressure, and the gears were staggered and replaced.

After another twenty seconds, the remaining two were also dumbfounded, and it seemed that the movement sequence of several sets of gears was out of order, so that the operating artillery had to stop the steam engine as well.

Standing next to the five machine guns, according to Mao Jue's order, Sun Chun's smooth head was also wet with sweat, and under tension, puffs of steam came out of her boat-shaped hat, and strands of hair stuck to the back of her head.

Sun Chuanting, who retreated to the back of these five black guys, was completely stunned, just now, there were still thousands of fierce Qing soldiers wielding knives to chop their own heads, and now the pound left on the battlefield is a pile of cold, sticky and even unformed corpses, in just three and a half minutes, the entire battle situation has been rewritten!

As the last machine gun was dumbfounded, the battlefield of more than 100,000 people fell incredibly silent, and everyone seemed to be released from petrification magic, looking at a few red barrels stupidly, and the scene was so silent that even the needle fell on the ground clearly in the ears.

Until a sound of ecstasy and madness shattered the dead silence, holding a saber like a saw, Yuan Dabao staggered forward like a madman and rushed out again.

"Brothers, God bless me Dongjiang and kill the Tartars!"

It was really an instant, exhaustion, scars, fear, and fear were all gone, and only a few gorgeous tongues of fire remained in my mind, and tens of thousands of Dongjiang troops once again rushed back with their bent bayonets, and the rushing shouts were like stormy waves.

As for the Qing army, there is only one word left to describe.

Defeat is like a mountain!

Joy froze on his face, and even all thoughts were pulled out of his mind, the greatest emperor in the history of Guanwai, his eyes were straight as he watched his collapsed army, and Huang Taiji muttered only this sentence in his mouth.

"How is that possible!"

(End of chapter)