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The middle of the array of swordsmen and axes suddenly sank several pieces as if they had been stepped on in the fluffy snow, and the soldiers who had been shot lay on the ground on their stomachs, with huge wounds on their chests and abdomen, blood gushing outward, and many people tried to cover their wounds in disbelief. However, the bullets that caused these wounds were 12 millimeters, not to mention the great power, under the combined action of huge heat and explosive force, the lead projectiles have softened, and some have even been close to liquid, and after hitting the flesh, they have undergone violent deformation, resulting in various changes, many of which have turned into hideous fragments, cutting muscle tissue and blood vessels.

If such a wound is only on the arm, it can also be stopped by taking out the projectile, and the most serious situation may only be amputated, but once it hits the trunk of the main body, the bullet will injure the internal organs and even the aorta, and the gushing blood gushes out of the wound, and it is impossible to stop the bleeding at all, especially now that the clothes worn in the cold winter are thick, even ordinary wounds cannot be treated. Therefore, it is only a matter of time before these people who have been shot die, and the lucky ones will die now, and the unfortunate ones will hang this breath, be trampled to death in the chaotic crowd, bleed to death, and even lose their body temperature on the snow due to excessive blood loss.

Since the area where the Zheng army was stationed on the Taiping City Wall was in all directions, there were less than 300 riflemen defending on this side of the siege, and the swords and axes they shot were located at a distance of about 160 or 70 meters, although it was said that it was within the range, but after all, the accuracy was not high, and there were not many enemies hit. But now after such a volley, sixty or seventy sword and axe men fell in the attack sequence, and the sound of wailing brought a strong shock to the rebel soldiers next to them, making them hesitate, and a large number of cannon fodder in front of them were fighting with them, unable to reach the city to attack.

"Archers! Above! Zhang Cunmeng was naturally very dissatisfied with the battle situation in front of him, and hurriedly commanded the archers around him. More than 100 archers behind him ran forward with bows and arrows, stood still behind the sword and axe man, and according to Zhang Cunmeng's order, they mounted arrows and drew their bows towards the head of Taiping City, and turned their heads to look at Zhang Cunmeng. Zhang Cunmeng hurriedly shouted loudly, "Release the arrow!" Shoot the arrows! Shoot them! Only the sound of the bowstring was heard, and one arrow after another was fired, drawing arcs in the air, flying in the direction of the cannon fodder.

However, the bows and arrows used by these rebels came from different sources, and some of them were captured from the official army, and the workmanship was good and the accuracy was quite high. But more is only in the usual can get the materials temporary rush to make, pine poles and bamboo branches have everything, and the tail feathers of the arrows are often with a thread wrapped in a few bird feathers or even chicken feathers to shoot out, shoddy arrows only have the arrow shaft without metal arrows, but the front of the arrow shaft is sharpened and used, the result is that the arrow shoots out and looks black and pressed, a piece of visual impact, but the killing effect of falling down is shocking. The shaft of the arrow without metal arrows has no weight in the air to maintain balance, and begins to fly in the process of flying in the air, and some even fall off the tail feathers in the process of advancing the bowstring, and the bare arrow shafts turn in strange circles in the air, hitting each other in the air and making a snapping sound, and the broken arrow shafts fall on the top of the head of the blade and axe hand array.

Although there are many officers and soldiers whose arrows fall into the cannon fodder and cause them to kill, this kind of killing effect is not comparable to the effect caused by the shooting of the officials and soldiers at the head of the city, not to mention that there are many bare arrow shafts that fall down, at most, they poke a finger-deep hole in the bodies of a few unlucky people, these people just pull out these arrow shafts and continue to fight, and even some people don't care about the arrow shafts on their bodies at all, and let them stay on their bodies and rush towards the knife and axe hands.

Seeing that his own people were whining and wailing with muskets, and that the enemy in front of him was almost unscathed in the rain of arrows from his own people, and still rushed towards him with a hideous face, this situation made the ranks of the axemen begin to loosen, and many of them have begun to turn and flee. "Don't run away! Rush up! Zhang Cunmeng hurriedly cut down a few fast-running knife and axe hands, holding up the long-handled broadsword and roaring viciously, "No matter who you are, move forward!" The Retreater, Slash! His decisiveness had some effect, and the array of axemen, which had been somewhat loose before, stabilized again, and the soldiers turned around again and rushed towards the ranks of cannon fodder.

But at this moment, a cloud of gunpowder smoke once again rose from the city wall, and the firelight flickered in the cloud of gunfire, accompanied by a dense burst of gunfire, and the axemen and the archers behind them were once again fired in a volley. The hot projectiles mercilessly knocked them to the ground, if you want to say that the archers joined the battle before, at least the swordsmen have a little spiritual sustenance, and there is still a little long-range weapon to show off, maybe they can also suppress the muskets at the head of the city, but now a bullet is fired, and the courage they have gathered so hard to gather has been dispelled, it turns out that bows and arrows are really useless in front of muskets!

"Don't run!" Zhang Cunmeng hurriedly cut down the two archers who wanted to flee back, and shouted at the archers, "You also have arrows!" Shoot the firecrackers on the city walls! ”

After the ghost of the enemy, he inspected the battle of the moon and pointed out

The archers had a wry smile on their faces, why didn't they want to suppress the firecrackers at the head of the city? But people are still at a distance of two or three hundred paces can already cause damage to their own side, the bow and arrow is at best a hundred and eighty steps, and it has to be a refined longbow, and the ordinary foot bow is about eighty steps or so is already the limit, and some of the bows in their hands are even just bent out of dried bamboo branches, and when shooting arrows, it is purely indiscriminate, not to mention suppressing in front of the musket, it is already luck not to be suppressed by others. Not to mention that the musketeers of the official army are located on the city wall, although the wall of this Taiping City is only three or four zhang high, but there is a battlement and a female wall on the city wall, and the arrows fly slowly in the air, and you can avoid it with a little care, not to mention that most of these arrows can't even fly on the city wall at all, and the opponent can hit yourself but you can't reach the opponent, so this way of playing is too embarrassing.

But an order is an order, Zhang Cunmeng is a brave general, he likes to wield a big sword to rush and kill the enemy, and he has no idea how far the bow and arrow can shoot, just blindly yelling and forcing the archers to continue shooting arrows. Of course, he was fierce, but he was not stupid, he just walked four hundred steps away from the city and did not dare to get too close to the city wall, he was also afraid of being shot on the city wall, even if he was wearing thick armor, he did not have the courage to try to block the bullets of the officers and soldiers.

The archers could not retreat, in front of them was a salvo of officers and soldiers, and they had no choice but to try their best to shoot all the arrows in their quivers, and in a hurry, they just took the arrows and drew the bows and shot them randomly, regardless of whether the arrows were shot or not. Most of these arrows fell among the cannon fodder, although some also fell on the city wall, and one or two arrows also injured the Zheng Jiajun soldiers at the head of the city and the Xiang Yong standing next to them, but they failed to produce a suppressive effect at all, and some of them even fell directly into the array of the sword and axeman, causing even more chaos in the already chaotic battle array.

The rhythm of Zheng Jiajun's salvo is not high, far less fast than the fastest output in the previous battle outside the city, because they have an absolute advantage in height, and there are a large number of cannon fodder blocking the city wall below, so that the ladder of the chaotic army cannot be approached, so there is no need to crush the enemy through fast-paced shooting like in the field. But even so, the rebellious army under the city still fell into bad luck, they were blocked by the cannon fodder that they drove before and could not enter the city, and the archers could not suppress the firepower of the city head, and now the cannon fodder was excited because the city head was constantly shooting, and the attack was directly several times stronger.

The corpses of the slain axemen and archers fell to the ground, the cannon fodder rushed forward, forcing the living rebel soldiers to retreat, and countless hands pulled these corpses into the crowd of cannon fodder, stripped them naked with all hands and feet, even if there were big holes and blood stains on them, and in a short time the corpses turned into smooth frozen wood, trampled around in the snow by the feet that had just changed into shoes. The cannon fodder, who were still ragged in front, were also handed over by the people behind them with clothes, pants and pairs of shoes, and when they retreated to the back, they quickly changed their hands and feet.

As more and more soldiers of the rebel army were killed, and the weapons that fell to the ground began to become more and more numerous, the knife and axe men began to find that the originally ragged cannon fodder in front of them began to become almost thick as they were wearing on their bodies, but there were many more blood stains on their clothes that began to turn black. The thick cotton clothes were soaked with blood and frozen hard in the cold wind, and the cotton clothes worn by these cannon fodder began to become like cotton armor, and the damage caused by swords and axes on them began to become smaller, or even impossible to cause damage.

"Big brother! I can't stand it! It's going to be withdrawn! Several of the soldiers around Zhang Cunmeng couldn't help but scream, several of them were already wounded, where could Zhang Cunmeng listen? He made a military order in front of Wang Ziyong, if he couldn't fight Taiping City today, then he would have to take his head to see Wang Dashuai, he couldn't help but have a nameless fire, and his hand raised his knife and slashed a personal soldier who was screaming just now to the ground. He drove his horse a few steps forward, but he did not dare to rush to the front, so he urged the archers around him to release their arrows again.

"No more arrows!" When several archers saw him coming, they trembled with fright, and showed him their empty quiver, Zhang Cunmeng was about to go crazy, and couldn't help but raise the big knife again, "Get me a knife and rush up!" Slash and stab! Take the city no matter what! ”

The archers usually release arrows to scare and scare those officers and soldiers who have no long-range attack ability, and now they have no advantage in front of the officers and soldiers with excellent muskets, and now they are even more allowed to come forward with short weapons to fight hand-to-hand, which is simply to fight the enemy's strength with their own short, but who of them dares to say half a word? Zhang Cunmeng is now like a mad dog, biting people when they catch them, and more than ten of their own people have been hacked to death just now, if they dare to say half a word, they will be cut down by Zhang Cunmeng immediately. They could only sigh, pull out the dagger short knife at their waists, and those who really had no weapons could only grab the long and short bows in their hands and rush towards the cannon fodder not far away.

"Handsome! I can't do it today! He Yilong said with a sigh, "The people in front have already turned against the water, and the people in the back can't get to the city, there is no way to get to the city, the longer the time drags on, the more people we will die!" Let's withdraw today. ”

Wang Ziyong is already a veteran who has commanded many battles, how can he not see the current decline? But he was unwilling, few of the thousands of cannon fodder who were driven up in front of him died in the hands of the officers and soldiers, but instead became accomplices in the slaughter of his own soldiers by the officers and soldiers, and now he is still fighting with his elite infantry by the city wall. And the elite infantry that he had been using to siege the city was suffering heavy casualties under the rotation of the official army, and was still blocked by cannon fodder, and he couldn't move forward a single step forward at a distance of about a hundred steps under the city. He could see Zhang Cunmeng, who was riding a horse, jumping around irritably in front of the battle, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only swing his knife and slash the retreating soldiers to deter the deserters.

"The guns of the official army are really tight!" Wang Ziyong said to himself, and without waiting for the person next to him to reply, he waved his hand and said, "Come on!" ”

The two heralds hurriedly drove their horses over to receive the order, and Wang Ziyong nodded and said, "Pass my order, draw twenty nights from the camp that does not collect at night, quickly!" The herald hurriedly surrendered his hand, then turned his horse's head and ran towards the camp where the night had not been harvested.

He turned to He Yilong and said, "You go and tell him Zhang Cunmeng, I didn't take this military order seriously today, and my head was stored on his neck first, but I must hold on for three quarters of an hour today, otherwise I will come to see me!" ”

He Yilong hurriedly surrendered his hand, and then personally rode towards Zhang Cunmeng's side, and when he got closer, he shouted at Zhang Cunmeng, who was already red-eyed, "Monk Wang asked you to hold on for another three quarters of an hour, my head doesn't want you today, but if you can't hold on for three quarters of an hour, then raise your head and go to see him!" ”

Zhang Cunmeng heard the order, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that his head was saved, he looked up at the battlefield, although it was a mess, but his own people still did not fall behind, although it was a fool's dream to seize the city today, but it was no problem to hold on for another three quarters of an hour, so he quickly nodded and continued to command his men to fight.

"See the man in the shining silver armor?" Zheng Zhihu pointed to Zhang Cunmeng in the distance and said to Xu Wei, "He still has a word flag by his side, and he has slashed and killed deserters again and again, he should be the main general of today's siege, if he is killed, this gang of rebels should not attack the city today, are you sure?" ”

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