A large hole in the parapet wall of the fort was blown out by the heavy artillery of the Coalition army, like a breach in the embankment, and the Coalition soldiers rushed into the fort through this large hole. Officers at all levels of the Qing army hurriedly transferred soldiers from the parapet and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the coalition forces at the gap.

"Sons, kill!" Although the coalition forces attacked the fort, Leshan was not particularly depressed, and he did not think that he could completely block the coalition forces outside.

Leshan admits that bows and arrows and arquebuses can't do the rifled guns and fast guns of the coalition army, but Leshan is still very confident in the hand-to-hand combat between soldiers and generals. Not to mention the brave Manchurian elite, even the township brave regiment training is also a fierce and brave person, and they have all practiced some martial arts, white-bladed hand-to-hand combat is definitely the strength of the Qing army.

However, the development of the situation was completely beyond Leshan's expectations, whether it was the regimental training of the Xiangyong or the Manmeng team, they all fell behind in the white-knuckle hand-to-hand combat. Except for a few people with strong martial arts, ordinary soldiers bravely faced almost no enemy with foreigners, and all of them were overturned by others with one move.

"Blade, blade!" Le Shan shouted to his subordinates urgently, and he found the crux of the problem, which was the weapons used by the soldiers on both sides.

Before the coalition forces rushed in, the two sides had been firing at each other across the river, with the coalition using rifles and the Qing army using arquebuses and bows and arrows. Now the coalition forces rushed in, and the coalition forces still used rifles, but the rifle with the bayonet was a smaller spear. The Qing army did not have time to change weapons, they still held arquebuses and bows and arrows, and only a few officers had waist swords. The arquebus can still be used as a stick, but the bow and arrow are not even as good as a stick, and they rush up almost with their bare hands. Moreover, the martial arts of the Qing army are different from the martial arts on the rivers and lakes, they practice the method of battle formation, to put it bluntly, it is a battle of swords and guns, and they will not play without swords, guns and shields.

Moreover, the Qing army did not have an advantage in numbers, and the coalition army almost rushed in more than 700 people, while the defenders of the main battery were only more than 1,000 people in total. The parapet also had to suppress the follow-up troops of the coalition forces, and there were only four or five hundred people who could really participate in the white-knuckle battle, and they all ran nearby, and the command system was completely chaotic.

After sacrificing more than 100 strong men, the Qing troops in the rear finally changed to melee weapons, but the coalition forces also took advantage of this space to engage in a salvo. The close-range shooting of rattan and cotton armor in the face of rifled guns was like paper paste, and the formation that the Qing army had just sorted out was disrupted again. Before the Qing army could regroup, the coalition forces had already launched another wave of charges with shouts.

With shields and swords and guns, the Qing army finally regained some feeling, but it was still at a disadvantage. Guo Xing'a concluded that the momentum of the fight was very important, and when the allied soldiers attacked with bayonets, there was no psychological pressure except to kill the enemy, but the Qing army was different. Even if it was one-on-one, the Qing soldiers were under great pressure because some rifles had bullets in them. It often happens that the two sides have just put on a posture, and the Qing soldiers have not finished drying their wings with a white crane, and they are killed by a shot from the other side. Therefore, when facing the enemy, the Qing soldiers are always worried, even if the opponent is holding an empty gun, the Qing soldiers are afraid that the other party will suddenly give them a shot. But everyone was distracted, and how could they concentrate on fighting, and they were so prepared for bullets that they were stabbed to death with bayonets.

The bayonet skills of the coalition army are not as complete as those of later generations, if the Qing army can pick up the spear and stab everyone, the coalition army will definitely not be able to stab the Qing army. But the inside of the turret is too narrow, and the big guy more than two meters long can't use it at all, and the rifle bayonet of the coalition army is only one meter seven, which is just right in this kind of space that is not particularly narrow.

"You guys too!" Leshan had to reverse this decline, he couldn't care much more, and directly ordered his Goshha to join the war, hoping that these martial arts people would turn the tide of the war.

"Junmen, what are you going to do?" Goshha is not afraid of death, but their task is to protect Leshan's safety, they are all gone, and there are no guards around Leshan.

"Go!" Le Shan pulled out his waist knife.

"Junmen, take care!" More than a dozen Goshha took a deep look at Leshan, put the braid in his mouth, pulled out his waist knife and rushed down.

These Goshha are also good hands on the rivers and lakes, and as soon as they make a move, they put more than 20 coalition soldiers, the morale of the Qing army is greatly boosted, and Le Shan also nods frequently, but the good times only lasted less than a minute. The officers of the coalition army also charged ahead, they found Goshha, who was highly skilled in martial arts, and killed them in an instant.

The strongest martial arts in Jin Yong's martial arts world should be the six-vein divine sword, although the Goshha are strong in martial arts, but it is also the level of the five-tiger broken door sword, and it will definitely be a death in the face of the six-vein divine sword. The officers of the coalition forces don't know such a high-tech thing as the Six-Vein Excalibur, but they have a similar support item, and Goxinga is particularly fond of this thing, which is *.

The Six-Vein Excalibur is roughly equivalent to a pistol with infinite ammo, *not that powerful, but it can come six times in a row. The Goshha are athletic, and they have also been able to see and hear in all directions, but they can dodge the first shot, but they can't dodge the second shot, and it is a truth that Murong Fu can't do Duan Yu.

"Oh my God!" Le Shan watched Goshha, who was with him every day, die one by one, and could only look up to the sky with tears in his eyes and sigh, it seems that the fort can't even hold out today.

"Your Majesty, the slave is loyal!" Le Shan looked in the direction of Beijing and bowed three times, then tidied up his clothes and strutted towards the crowd in the melee.

A shell again blasted a gap in the parapet, and more than a hundred British marines, led by Captain Pullin, entered the battery. After killing the few Qing troops who stood in his way, Purin saw his surroundings clearly and was overjoyed. The position of this gap is really good, his troops just appeared behind the Qing army's blocking line, although the Qing army on the parapet wall continued to rush down to block them, but most of the Qing troops who were caught in hand-to-hand combat have not yet discovered them. Pulin hurriedly commanded his subordinates to cover up the Qing army from behind, and at the same time he also found a target for himself, a guy in a peculiar costume and a strange hat on his head.

Le Shan was gasping for breath after the battle, he had just personally killed two coalition soldiers, but he was also injured in the left arm. The bayonets of these coalition troops are really not stabbed indiscriminately, they are also strictly trained, and they are quite orderly when they advance and retreat, and it is not easy to kill them. Looking at his subordinates who had suffered heavy casualties, Le Shan was full of guilt, these young people were very brave, they were not inferior to foreigners in terms of physical fitness, but they were too lacking in training. No one in the Qing Dynasty trained them strictly, and their so-called martial arts were just learning a posture, which could only be regarded as gymnastics. If they were also well trained, they would be able to take their enemies with them even if they died, instead of dying in vain.

The officers of the coalition forces were of very high quality, not only giving the fighting soldiers a respite, but also taking advantage of alternating charges, organizing a salvo from time to time. The allied army's bayonet and salvo fighting style was like a heavy hammer, knocking the Qing army's fragile defense line again and again. Another group of brave Qing troops fell in the rain of bullets, and the formation of the Qing army was scattered, and the regimental training began to retreat, and even led to the formation of the Manchurian and Mongolian strong brigades.

"Sons, serve the country with loyalty today, kill me!" Leshan stepped on the corpses of several soldiers, stood up, and shouted with his sword held high.

Everyone's eyes are on Leshan, he is like a god under the sun, and everyone believes in him.

"Bang, bang, bang......" After a few gunshots, the tall body of the Mongolian man fell to the ground with a bang. British Marine Corps Captain Purin shot Admiral Leshan from behind with *.

"Military Gate!" The soldiers who were full of Meng cried, but the Tuan Lian Xiangyong, who did not have such a deep friendship with Leshan, had a dilated look. The only pillar that supported them collapsed, and they didn't know much, and they only stayed to admire Leshan's loyalty, and they also had to be a loyal person. Now that Leshan is dead, how can the battle be fought when the Lord is about to die, and what is the point of fighting!

The coalition forces charged again, and the distraught villagers scattered, threw down their weapons and fled to the rear. The Manchurian and Mongolian bannermen were still holding on, but these resistances had completely lost their command, and they were desperate with their own bravery. In the face of the organized charge of the coalition forces, the Qing army soon suffered more than half of the casualties.

"Damn, I'm fighting with foreign devils! Avenge the military gate! The remnants of the Qing army gathered together, and a bloodied face roared at the general.

The remaining 400 or so Qing soldiers roared loudly and rushed towards Pulin's marines like crazy. The fort must not be able to hold it, and there is no point in blocking most of the coalition forces, and the Qing army only wants to take revenge now, so it bites the marines of Pulin to death. In the end, they even rushed out of the battery and pounced on the outlying positions of the coalition forces.

But the horses, antlers, and moats outside the fort became obstacles for them, and their pause gave the coalition a chance. These Qing warriors, who were completely exposed to the fire of the coalition forces, were shot at by thousands of coalition troops. In the face of the rain of bullets, they were still charging, falling one by one but one after another. The corpse filled the moat, and the last warrior fell on his own antlers, his sword still pointed in the direction of the coalition forces.

With the support of his comrades, Chaplin, a British chess player who had been stabbed three times, planted a battle flag of the 67th Regiment of the British Army on the fort, and the stone crack fort on the north bank of Dagu fell. The coalition forces cheered in unison, and they were victorious, but in the midst of their cheers, a solid cannonball whizzed and landed in the crowd. One Frenchman was killed on the spot, three or four others were seriously wounded, and all the officers raised their binoculars to look for the source of the shells.

In the ruins of a fort more than three miles from the fort, three Qing soldiers were busy. The Manchurian Bannerman, who had been seriously wounded, could not move, and he lay on the ground with his body supporting the broken gun carriage. Han Xiang Yong also had his legs blown off, and he was prostrate on the ground with a torch and a fuse, and they no longer had such a high-end thing as a fire pipe, so they could only use a torch to light the fuse. The only one left was a Mongol, whose eyes were blown blind, but he was able to move according to the Han and Manchu directions. He put his back on the ground, got under the cannon, climbed to the muzzle of the cannon, loaded the shell, and then crawled back again. He took the fuse and artillery handed over by the Han Chinese, and the Manchurians helped him aim, and then ignited the cannon. Every time the cannon was fired, the Manchurians would squirt out a mouthful of blood, the Han people who had lost too much blood were also pale, and the Mongols didn't know if they had hit anything, and the three people who survived the artillery fire persisted alone.

Because of the death of Leshan, the supreme commander, the village warriors of the other batteries thought that the resistance was in vain, and more than 2,000 people laid down their arms and surrendered to the coalition forces. After the coalition forces fully occupied all the batteries on the north bank, the three lonely men were still holding on. When a French flag was planted on this ruin, the fort on the north bank of Dagu completely fell.