Just when the camp of the Fu Han army outside Chenzhou City was attacked by two thousand Manchu Han horse teams, Zhoujiakou was on the way to Chenzhou City - Li Ji!

Ah Gui, who personally led more than 7,000 Manchurian and Mongolian horse teams to the city, looked at a frightened logistics convoy of the Fu Han army with a cruel smile - this was the prey he was about to capture. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe latter didn't expect that there would be such a huge number of Qing army horses to stop and kill.

Fortunately, on the eastern Henan Plain of Pingchuan, the traces of the Qing army's large group of horses could not be concealed at all, and before the Qing army's horse team rushed forward, the transport team composed of more than 100 four-wheeled carriages had barely gathered into five small circles.

"Chang'an, lead the soldiers to eat them for me. Attention, leave a few captives. Ah Gui firmly believes that the face of Zhoujiakou yesterday was a ghost made by the Fu Han Army, but people in this era always have a secret letter, Ah Gui still has a little apprehension about the grimace he saw yesterday, so he wants to keep a few prisoners, and it is best to ask this matter clearly.

How can there be ghosts and gods in this world?

And it's also Chiyou, a fierce god!

More than a thousand Mongol and Han cavalry marched towards the convoy that was huddled into a group, first strolling, then jogging, slowly speeding up little by little.

Ah Gui, who was sitting upright on horseback, still had a confused look in his eyes, and the defeat of Zhoujiakou was an eternal pain in his heart. At that moment, he was disheartened, and he wanted to die.

So an important vital place, 20,000 cavalry, will be finished in one morning? And so many captives!

It gave him a deep sense of failure.

It seems that no matter how carefully he prepares the defense, how much he thinks that the impregnable garrison is, when the Fu Han army really fights, it will become vulnerable.

On the battlefield, more than 1,000 Mongol and Han horsemen were gradually advancing, and the vanguard had entered the range of the artillery on this side.

In the transport convoy of the Fu Han Army, the transport troops of the two teams plus three or four hundred Ding Zhuang were divided into five small circles, and they were nervously waiting. They wanted to form a big circle, but it was too late, they didn't have time to gather all the carriages together.

The protrusion of the Qing army's horse team was too sudden, and it came too quickly.

More than 100 four-wheeled carriages could only be divided into five small circles in front and rear, and each other barely formed a circle around each other.

They didn't have artillery, some were just tiger squat guns, sub-mother cannons [captured], and grenades that were quickly ordered to be disassembled and used by the commander of the transport team.

Lieutenant You, whose name Tong Dali is only one word different from Chen Jigong's pseudonym, immediately ordered the sub-mother cannon to open fire after seeing the Qing army's horse team approaching a distance of 100 zhang.

"Hit, hit!" The Qing army did not send people to induce him to surrender, and he had no intention of surrendering. Die and die!

"The big guys are listening. Fight well, even if you die in battle, you will get back to your roots, and we are also heroes. parents, wives and children, the court raises us; Brothers and sisters, the court arranged it for us.

Don't be confused for a while, be greedy for life and fear of death and become a traitor.

Imagine the fate of those traitors, as well as the fate of their families, which is called leaving a stench for 10,000 years, and they will never be able to turn over. The big guys cut off that thought for me. Let's all raise our spirits and have a good fight with the Tartars! It's not in vain to come to the world if you die! ”

The commander of the team shouted loudly. The sound was loud not only in the small circle he was in, but also far away in the other four circles. Besides, if you fight hard, maybe the momentum here will be too big, and Zhoujiakou and Chenzhou will know about it, and they will send troops to the rescue.

The hooves of the Qing army were getting closer and closer, and the sound was getting louder and louder, and no matter how loud the shouting was, it could no longer be heard. The only sound of horses' hooves galloping was left in the whole world. Tong Dali, a thirty or forty-year-old lieutenant with eagle-like sharp eyes, looked at all the people in the small circle.

Xiong Wenbing didn't think much of Captain Right's gaze, what was there to be afraid of death? When I was in the Yunyang shack, dead people were the most common. And for Chen Han to die, he was willing to die of an old man! Holding heavy boxes of grenades on the ground, their team carried a total of 300 boxes of grenades, each containing 50 boxes. It's in every little circle, and you can give the Tartar a good look when necessary!

The more than 100 wagons of the convoy carried mainly a large number of gunpowder barrels, paper bullets, all kinds of artillery shells, and grenades.

The whistle of the right lieutenant soon sounded in the defensive circle surrounded by the carriage, and Tong Dali didn't care whether his shout at the moment could be heard by others: "Attention to all gun positions, pay attention to all gun positions, and fire as fast as possible." ”

There are a total of six sub-mother cannons in the team, all of which were captured in Zhoujiakou. There are also four Tiger squat guns, all of which are shotgunned and have a shorter range, all of which are already old guns that have changed hands three or four times, and it is estimated that it will not be long before these things will be eliminated from the transport troops.

There are ten guns in total, and if they are combined, the power is still good. But now the ten cannons are divided into five queues.

The sub-mother cannon is the Furlong cannon more than 100 years ago, this kind of cannon can not only use large projectiles, but also small projectiles, that is, old-fashioned shotguns. Although it has one or another shortcoming, as a breech gun, the rate of fire of the sub-mother cannon is absolutely the best of all artillery guns at this time.

"Boom, boom, boom......" A sub-mother cannon exploded, and other sub-mother cannons also sounded one after another.

Six sub-cannons exploded one after another, and in the rumbling cannons, white smoke rose from the five separate defensive circles, and projectiles the size of pearls whistled out, spreading out into a net in the air and flying towards the rushing Mongolian and Han horsemen.

For being shelled, the cavalry of the Qing army was mentally prepared. But when the shells really hit the top of their heads, there was an exclamation of surprise from the charging cavalry.

Six guns, two hundred small bullets, really like a storm, completely swept away the twenty or thirty horsemen who rushed to the front.

The flesh and blood of centaurs are as fragile as tofu under the tremendous power of power. It doesn't matter if you are wearing armor or not, whether it is human flesh or horse meat, as long as you are touched by a small marble, you will not die on the spot, and you will also have broken bones and limbs.

The six cannons caused about twenty or thirty casualties in the charging Qing army's horse formation at once, and the screams and wails of the war horses were loud.

After a sudden round of artillery, the cavalry of the Qing army would certainly not break up in chaos because of such casualties, but the gap between them was widened, and the already dense queue became more loose.

Therefore, in the second wave of shelling, the lethality was suddenly reduced to about ten horsemen.

After two rounds of artillery bombardment, the Qing army horse team had rushed to a distance of less than 20 zhang outside the front of the defense. They also fought back with muskets and bows and arrows in their hands.

"Put-"

With the sound of the whistle of 'beep', a large piece of gunfire ...... "bang" whistled out and poured towards the rushing Qing army horse. The two teams of transporters, even though they were divided into five groups, each completed a relatively neat shot, even if they may still be holding arquebus-style shotguns, each salvo will make the Qing army horses fall a few horses together.

The Qing horsemen lay their bodies on the horse's neck one by one, and some horsemen who were good at shooting really took out their bows and arrows, but their numbers were too small and too small. More than two dozen arrows scattered into the five defensive circles, but they also immediately caused casualties and frightening to the convoy.

A man in his thirties and forties on Xiong Wenbing's left fell to the ground without saying a word, a sharp arrow pierced into his neck, and the man was still holding a grenade in his hand until he died.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The distance was already rapidly closing, and the four Tiger squat guns opened fire. From a distance, Ah Gui saw several clouds of white mist burst out in front of the convoy's defensive circle, and there were red flames in the mist, and then he saw a group of warriors rushing to the front, their bodies like pieces of paper being directly knocked off their horses, and their mounts fell before the final victory!

Yes, before the final victory!

It's not that Ah Gui looks down on the transport team in front of him, the latter has a total of only six or seven hundred people, most of whom are civilians, scattered in five different defense circles. If such strength is approached by more than a thousand Qing army horses, who wins and who loses, do you need to say more?

However, this transport team is worthy of Chen Wei's name of 'sharp guns', a small transport team is equipped with ten large and small artillery, and it is still firing, with their 200 musketeers, only in the time when the Qing army's horse team charged, they ate hundreds of horsemen alive.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

One by one, the grenades were thrown like raindrops with the roar of the right lieutenant. Xiong Wenbing stood up fearlessly, and after pulling down the fuse, he aimed the grenade at a flag soldier and smashed it.

Even the most ordinary people know that the grenade doesn't explode every time, but if it doesn't, it will hurt the tartar if you hit him.

"Boom, boom......" An explosion of fire completely covered the distance of one or twenty meters in front of the defensive circle.

Ah Gui's eyelids jumped widely, and he exclaimed "grenade ......" he exclaimed.

Is there a grenade in this convoy? Throwing out so much at once? I'm afraid there are four or five hundred, right?

The dense explosion made people think that they heard the loud firecrackers, not the rain of grenades. Shrapnel flies sideways, iron sand splashes.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and when it was close to the explosion point, there were two distinct men and horses in the front and back, and the former fell to the ground, whether they were dead or not dead for the time being, all covered in blood. The Qing soldiers in the corpses of the men and horses who were lying upside down were even more silent.

Only wisps of green smoke still emanated from the soft earth, and between the crevices of the men and horses were faintly visible, some rags and rotten flesh could be seen, and occasionally a scorching smell hit the mouth and nose of a person—needless to say, anyone could guess what it was.

The second half was the Qing cavalry that had not been covered by the rain of grenades just now.

The losses were huge all of a sudden, and the Qing army's horse team was stunned by this moment, and they all led their horses to rush through the gaps between the various defensive circles or left and right. Chang An ran to Ah Gui in embarrassment to plead guilty, and was whipped in the face by Ah Gui, and his left eye almost exploded.

"Idiot!"

Ah Gui has never seen Chang An fight like this again. What if the sacrifice is huge? Stick it up.

When Chang An led the men and horses to rush with their heads in their arms, Ah Gui hurriedly sent a second wave of people to rush forward, and Qing'an, who led the team, was the leader of the original Shanpu Battalion. The individual is absolutely strong, and he has a very good mind for fighting.

He lined up the density of troops even more loosely than the Qing army horses of the Chang'an Department after being artillery, not only from the front, but also from the flanks and flanks and flanks. And organize musket, bow and arrow shooting, aiming at a defensive circle to shoot!

The small circle of the convoy could not be supported when it landed.

"Throw-, throw the grenade!" Tong Dali shouted urgently.

But people only have two hands in total. And don't look at throwing a grenade is very easy, from taking it out to pulling the ring, and then throwing it out, how can it take a few seconds, and it will be hit by the absolute superiority of the musket, and many people will come out and the person will be gone, in this case, you throw one or twenty in a row to try it?

Besides, the explosion rate of those grenades is quite unreliable. A lot of grenades are thrown out as an iron lump.

"Throw, throw......" Tong Dali's blue tendons on his brain were exposed, and the blood vessels in his neck were bulging. But the time to come was still coming, and a roaring explosion suddenly sounded from a defensive ring on the left.

I don't know if the powder keg was detonated, or if the paper bullets or shells were detonated. Anyway, that little defensive circle is over. Not only is its defensive circle finished, but the one next to it is also finished.

Article 1 of the "Safety Procedures" of the transport team stipulates that when the transport team is defending against the enemy, it must properly place flammable and explosive substances such as gunpowder, grenades, and paper bullets. But their transport team is loaded with flammable and explosive things, and there are too many of them, and they can't put too many of them, and there is no place to put them.

Xiong Wenbing chuckled in his heart, and then before he could straighten his waist, he was swept by a huge force and thrown onto the opposite carriage.

As he shook his head and staggered to his feet, he saw a bloody Tong Dali being shot in the shoulder by a sharp arrow. It turns out that the Qing army has pounced!

Five defensive circles were reimbursed by the explosion for two and wounded three. The musketeers inside had begun to shoot in pieces, and the explosion dealt a heavy mental blow to the convoy. The rest of the logistics soldiers lost their energy, and because of the sudden lack of two defensive circles, the number of Qing troops they faced increased greatly, and more and more arrows fell in the defensive circle, these arrows may not be accurate, but they caused great confusion and obstacles to the logistics soldiers and the people.

Therefore, their shots became scattered, and without sufficient fire density, it was difficult to stop the horsemen from approaching.

Although there were still some charging Qing horsemen who were shot and fell off their horses, the wave of the Qing'an Army's charge was not hindered at all.

In the thunderous sound of hooves, both the logistics soldiers and the people became in a hurry, the bullets were not loaded, and the grenades were also thrown into the rope. When Xiong Wenbing stood up, a group of Qing troops had already leaned into the defensive circle.

Tong Dali wiped the blood from his face, he knew that hand-to-hand combat was inevitable, and this might be the last moment of his life, he raised his saber and shouted: "Brothers! The time has come to be loyal to the King. Expelling the Tartars and restoring China, we will die a glorious death. Kill one enough! Kill two to earn one!! ”

Some Qing soldiers had already climbed onto the transport truck, and the transport soldiers under Tong Dali's command held bayonets or held knives and guns. The battle lasted not long before the Qing soldiers broke through the defensive circle. Although the transport soldiers also have armor, coupled with the strong will to fight, the hand-to-hand combat ability is still quite strong. But they are too few in number!

By this time, the Qing army also began to surrender.

"Surrender or kill! Lose your weapon! ”

"Still not surrendered? and you will die. ”

The Qing soldiers, especially the banner soldiers inside, hated the Han army. But Gui's orders they can only carry out. What's more, if the Fu Han army surrenders and has no weapons and armor, they want to concoct them again, and they don't want to play as much as they want?

The people who accompanied the army were already on their knees, expecting their obedience to be exchanged for their lives. Therefore, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed, but they did not see the contempt and murderous spirit in the eyes of the Qing soldiers.

With pigtail braids, they looked at the people wearing Hanfu and turbans, and they only had crazy killing intent in their hearts.

Lao Tzu is a dog, why should you be inappropriate? Why should you be inappropriate?

And the transports are always resisting. Aren't they afraid of death? Of course I'm afraid. But they were even more afraid that they would surrender, and that their families would have to suffer for themselves -- they would be deprived of their military merits, their property, and their families would be sent to labor camps......

When I think of that kind of consequence, anyone who has two points of conscience will grit his teeth and stand up to it, even if he is crushed and broken.

"Don't drop the grenade yet? Say you, get down on your knees! Tong Dali was stabbed through the stomach with a shot, and the last resistance in the defense circle was gone. A Qing soldier climbed onto the transport ship with a bow and arrow, shouting at Xiong Wenbing.

Xiong Wenbing's arm was very sore, he couldn't remember how many grenades he thrown, and he didn't know how many Qing soldiers he threw grenades. Listening to the words of the Qing soldier, he turned his head and glanced at the defensive circle, the transport soldiers were almost dead, the men who resisted were also dead, and the rest of the Qing soldiers kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy were all waste. There were a few of them from their village.

"Phew." Xiong Wenbing spat at the men. Then a grenade fell from his hand.

"Lao Tzu descended on your grandmother's mouth!" Almost at the same time as throwing away the grenade, Xiong Wenbing pulled the trigger from a double-barreled handcuff in his bulging waist to the Qing soldier, and the Qing soldier's chest was pierced by lead bullets, and a large piece of red was immediately dyed, and the person went down from the roof of the transport carriage with a 'poof'. Xiong Wenbing roared, as soon as the muzzle of the gun turned, he pulled the trigger on the nearest flag man uncle, only to hear a 'bang', half of the person's skull was lifted off at once, the lightning rod was knocked off, and Bai Huahua's brain and blood flowed out, but Xiong Wenbing felt that it couldn't be more beautiful.

An arrow plunged into him from behind, followed by another through his thigh, and another ......

The surrounding Qing troops seemed to have been greatly provoked, and five or six arrows landed and Xiong Wenbing fell to the ground. The strength of his body was like the water at a low tide, and he left him. The handcuff was no longer in his hands, but he was not afraid. Because when he threw the grenade away, he had already pulled the strings.

He also killed two Qing soldiers clearly, which is worth ......

Xiong Wenbing thought so in his heart, and fell into darkness in front of him. But the sense of hearing did not seem to have disappeared, when a loud 'boom' was heard. "It's really ......, it's worth dying!" With the last trace of thought, Xiong Wenbing's body was engulfed in a ball of flames.

He threw the stringed grenade into the grenade box. (To be continued.) )