Huang Daping's battle was very skillful, and the quality of the soldiers and weapons and equipment of the Taiping soldiers this time were far better than those of his previous troops, but the results were even more tragic than the last time.

Huang Daping felt that he had not left for a long time, but in fact, it took him a lot of time to gather the scattered and chaotic troops. When the Taiping army launched an attack on the outer city, the gunfire inside the city had already stopped. Huang Daping knew that even if he attacked the city now, the only thing he could do was to collect the corpse, but he had to fight for this opportunity to collect the corpse. Huang Daping, who has asked foreigner instructors many times about firearms, knows better than anyone how valuable and powerful the guns that are about to fall into the hands of Guo Xing'a. If the Qing army replaced those guns and wanted to take down this small Nanjing, he would have to die twice as many people. So Huang Daping could only take advantage of the fact that it was not dark and launched a decisive attack.

As a Chinese who never had a dead heart, Huang Daping did not stick to the infantry phalanx, and the infantry launched scattered attacks in small groups of ten to twenty people. The large-scale infantry phalanx stood behind the defense of sandbags and antlers, and suppressed the fire on the head of the city.

If Huang Daping was the tactic of the original battle of the deserted village, it would definitely be enough for Guo Xing'a to drink a pot, but at this moment, things are different. In front of Huang Daping, there was no longer a trench only covered by an earthen wall, but a tall city wall more than three meters high. The Qing army no longer had to worry about the siege of the Taiping army on all sides, the Qing army had already shrunk its strength, and the Taiping army had no advantage of fighting more and less. In terms of rifle firepower, the two sides were finally pulled back to the same running line, and most of the rifles of the Taiping Army were imported, which was only inferior to the foreign gun team because of the uneven brand, which was slightly superior to the Qing army.

But heavy weapons have become a fatal shortcoming of the Taiping army, and Huang Daping, who once pulled foreign cannons to block the bombardment at the door of Guoxing's house, now has only a dozen small cannons in his hand, and the range is too close to be meaningless. And Guo Xing'a, who used to rely on rocket artillery to fill the façade, is now fat and strong.

Six-pounder guns and old guns at the head of the city continued to bombard the Taiping squad trying to enter the city with shotguns, and three twelve-pounder* guns, with various types of ammunition, fired at Huang Daping's rifle phalanx. If it can only hold more than two pounds* and can hold on in the wilderness, then the solid spherical bullet is a nightmare for the infantry. A single cannon can shoot through a company's column, which is a fire adjective exclusive to Napoleonic guns. The twelve-pounder gun of the M1842 was a little worse, but it was enough for each cannon to jump out of the crowd in a bloody alley. The phalanx, which thought it was safe behind an improvised defensive line, was enough for the Qing army to break up with just three to five cannons.

The dense shotguns flew sideways under the city, which had become an insurmountable barrier for the Taiping army besieging the city, and the dense firepower of the Qing army at the head of the city was even more desperate. * Non-stop shooting, leaving the Taiping army waiting to advance between shots at a loss. And if you stay in one place for a little longer, you will immediately be bombarded by small artillery at the head of the city.

The Taiping army's attack continued intermittently until the sun completely disappeared from the horizon, and the red-eyed part of the Taiping army had already put away their rifles, picked up their blades, and prepared for a night battle with the Qing army. But when the city fired flares to inspect the situation under the city, Huang Daping decisively gave up the senseless attack.

In the absence of heavy weapons, it is too difficult to attack such a city, and the White Blade Night Attack is indeed a good option. But in the face of the well-guarded Qing army, which had flares, such a blatant night attack was tantamount to suicide. can only wait for the Qing army to relax a little before launching a sneak attack.

Seeing that the Taiping army stopped attacking and retreated to set up camp, the Qing army also hurried to work. The carts loaded with the captured supplies and the cavalry's war horses had to be transported into the urn city in a hurry. In order to ambush in the urn city before, these treasures took risks and were placed in the city. Now that I have time, I have to help the supply company, which has been working on a small scale, to get things in quickly.

Guo Xinga gave new guns to the snipers and infantry battalions overnight, and the rest were packed and taken away. Then the manpower and order of the night duty were arranged, and the Qing army began to rest comfortably in the Tibetan soldier cave and the city tower in the urn city. The special operations teams that did not follow the usual path were scattered in the city, firstly to prevent the Taiping army from entering the city at night to launch a sneak attack through the other three city gates, and secondly, to monitor the movements in the city.

The unusual night was spent in Huang Daping's grinding teeth and sucking blood and Guo Xing'a's snoring like thunder. When Goxinga's pocket watch reached 4:50, a team of men and horses with more than a dozen carts entered the city from the north gate. In order to play a suspicious strategy, Guo Xing'a opened the other three city gates, Huang Daping never dared to enter, but the convoy walked in with a swagger.

The Qing army and the Taiping army, which had been fighting all afternoon yesterday, were resting and preparing to have breakfast and kill again, while the people in the city were frightened by yesterday's gunfire and covered their mouths at home to pray for peace. The city was a little quiet in the early morning, there was not a trace of sound, and there was not a single pedestrian in sight. The special operations team that found people entering the city with weapons gathered near the convoy in sign language and whistle contact, but they were either on the roof or crawling in the grass in leaves, and no one could detect their presence at all.

The convoy was no more than forty or fifty people, all loaded with guns, and these guys were only slightly surprised by the strange atmosphere in the city, and walked forward with their heads probed around. There are more than a dozen foreigners among them, and the weapons in their hands are all single-shot front-loading rifles, and more than a dozen foreigners have ** in their waists.

Changlu is a little unsure of the origin of these people, but since it is wartime, anyone who passes by in front of him with a weapon can be regarded as an enemy, not to mention that they have passed by and entered the hospital, so it is better to take it. Changlu used sign language to assign tasks to the surrounding warriors, preparing to surround and take down these strange guys.

"Arnold, where are the government forces you are talking about? You little bastard trying to cheat me. Unaware of the danger that had surrounded them, a bearded man in a suit was talking to a slightly emaciated man beside him. This haggard foreigner in Changlu's eyes, if he was to see Guo Xing'a, Guo Xing'a would definitely wonder why Big Peter, who had just left for two days, came back.

"You'd better let me go, this place has really been occupied by government forces, and their commander is my client and my friend. If you do this to me, he will help me teach you a lesson. Big Peter, who was following the convoy with his hands tied, was very vehement, but his mood was not high. He had seen the tight defense of the Qing army, and the soldiers who suddenly appeared from the paddy fields left a deep impression on him. But now they swaggered into the city, and no one was seen, and it seemed that his client had withdrawn with his troops.

"It's not right for you to compete like that, Arnold, you bastard. Want to scare me away and take away the business that was waiting for me? You're going to hell soon. The bearded man put his hand on Big Peter's face.

Big Peter stopped talking, but walked silently with his head down. He and the bearded man used to have some friction in business, but in Shanghai, the two of them were limited to bickering. They had never met outside of Shanghai, but on the way back with a large amount of gold and silver, Peter was unfortunate enough to meet an enemy. The bearded escort ambushed Big Peter, Peter the Younger escaped with several of the guards, and Big Peter was captured along with several other surviving guards and belongings. Big Peter wanted to be reasonable, but the bearded man just wanted to be a bandit, and Big Peter, who was almost executed on the spot, barely caught a glimmer of life. The bearded man was also going to Little Nanjing to trade, he was going to sell cannons to the Taiping army, and Big Peter hurriedly exchanged his life for the news that the Qing army had occupied Little Nanjing.

The bearded man who was suspicious did not execute Big Peter, but escorted him all the way back to Little Nanjing. And the bearded man didn't dare to go to the south gate where he usually walked, but went around a big circle and touched in through the north gate overnight. The bearded man was also very thoughtful, and if there was no Qing army, he would have dealt with Big Peter in Little Nanjing. If there really is a Qing army, he will throw Big Peter to the Qing army to apologize. The bearded man who had dealt with the Qing army knew that it would be good to deal with the Qing army and scare him with the identity of a foreigner.

The convoy walked to the drum tower, and the bearded man was a little overwhelmed. Of course, the Qing army that Peter said did not have, but the Taiping army that wanted to buy his artillery at a high price was also gone, who should he go to to collect money! The hesitant bearded man could only order the convoy to rest under the drum tower, and he had to think of a way to find his seller.

The members of the convoy who had been on the road overnight were very tired, and the light under the drum tower was a little dim. Just as their eyes still needed to adjust, countless black figures from all directions pounced on them like ghosts. Their knees were numb, their throats were tight, and most of them had been pressed to the ground before they could react.

However, a few foreigners were tall, and after being pressed, they still had the strength to resist, and some of the thin special combat team members could hardly hold them down. If it is a dignified fight with the regular armies of Europe and the United States, Guo Xing'a is still a little weak-hearted, and his army does not have many golden fingers now. But dealing with these European and American hooligans, not to mention special operations squads, even ordinary soldiers are more than wrong. In addition to the military body boxing and grappling boxing, the Qing army also has Mu Shun's secret martial arts skills, which are difficult for ordinary people to get close to. The special combat team is the elite of the elite, and the foreigners resist slightly to understand the feeling of iron sand slapping their temples, and the fierce resistance is to experience the yin teasing, eye insertion, and throat locking.

"Why are there still cars coming in? Didn't you bring it all in last night? As soon as he woke up, he saw more than a dozen carts in the city entering the inner urn city.

"Honorable general, help me, these robbers have robbed me! Please, my friend! After Fuquan went down to the city to check, he brought back Big Peter, who was crying and shouting.

"How did you get back? Did you get a cannon? Goxinga didn't even hear what Big Peter was shouting.

"General, I didn't know you had moved your office, I thought you were leaving the city. Help me! Those robbers robbed me! Big Peter wondered why Goxinga liked to live in some strange places, last time it was the Drum Tower, and this time he lived in the city tower with a large army.

"Peter, can you call my subordinates another word, we won't rob you of your things." Guo Xinga thought that Big Peter had been picked up by the special forces again.

"No, it's not your men, it's him." Peter the Great led Gohinga down the tower, to the side of the convoy, and pointed out the bearded man who had robbed him.

"Who are you?" Guo Xing'a didn't care who these two foreigners robbed whom, but just asked the bearded man casually.

"I'm a businessman." The beard that just touched his yin legs and gritted his teeth said.

"Oh!" Guo Xing'a was a little stunned as he drove more than a dozen big cars.