[Sad urging, next week Guoben will cry and cry to death]

The corners of Chen Ming's mouth twitched, the artillery fire of the Qing army was not a big threat to the advancing musket battalion queue, because the musket battalion queue was too thin and thin. The vast field outside Linru Town was enough for Chen Ming to discharge a thousand musketeers into ten long formations of varying positions.

The Qing army did not have flowering bullets, but only traditional iron bullets, which could not pose a threat to the extra-thin musket battalion that pulled the array.

However, Chen Jiajun's artillery also has to make its own voice. The distance of two or three hundred steps is enough for the Qing soldiers to fire another cannon, at least one cannon, which will have an impact on the morale of the Chen family's army.

Chen Ming looked at the artillery unit behind the musketeer array, all of which were three-pound guns and two-pound guns, which were pushed by the gunners and the soldiers of the escort team to another artillery position in front of the formation.

There was only 60 paces between the two artillery positions, that is, about 100 meters, and the ratio of this 100 meters to the 100 paces of the musket battalion advancing was the difference in the range of artillery fire on both sides.

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

The second round of artillery of the Qing soldiers sounded, and the accuracy of this shelling seemed to be similar to the previous one, and the two rounds of shelling brought 20 casualties to the musket battalion? And it did not affect the morale of the soldiers of the musket battalion too much.

Chen Ming's eyes retracted from the artillery battalion, and he breathed a sigh of relief, because the artillery of the Chen family's artillery battalion was in place.

"Boom, boom, boom ......" a water three-pound cannon and a two-pound cannon.

The number of artillery pieces of the Chen Jiajun exceeded thirty. This is also the reason why it took Chen Ming seven or eight days to rush from Xiangxian County to Linru Town, and also thanks to the Beiru River.

Thirty guns spewed white smoke, and the thick smoke immediately obscured the artillery position, although the wind soon blew the white smoke away.

A scream that wanted to puncture the eardrums was remembered in the sequence of Qing soldiers, at least one or two dozen Qing soldiers fell in a pool of blood and howled with exhaustion, in front of them or behind them, and about this number of Qing soldiers fell quietly in the pile of blood. Fragments of stumps and shotgun fragments were scattered throughout the line.

The array of Shaanxi soldiers fluctuated slightly, and soon regained calm. The meaty-faced Buda Shun held a heavy machete in his hand, staring at the shotgunner beside him viciously with eyes as big as a bull's eye. He really dares to cut people, this garrison of the Tongguan Association is already known for his ruthlessness in the Tongguan Association.

He was carrying a wooden shield with a layer of cowhide on the surface, which could not stop the cannonballs, not even the guns. The standard shield should be covered with two or three layers of cowhide, and only God knows why the shield in his hand, which is in good condition, is only covered with one layer of cowhide.

Although Bu Dashun knew that the thing could not block the cannonball, he turned his head to look at the place where he had been hit by an iron bullet just now, and Bu Dashun still firmly grasped the shield in his hand.

Chen Ming's eyes didn't show any vision, but in his feeling, with the firing of his own artillery battalion, the morale of the musket battalion that was advancing in front of him suddenly rose upward, giving Chen Ming the feeling that his waist had bent down and suddenly straightened up, although the whole body was not yet tightened.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom......" Chen Jiajun artillery battalion was obviously a little later than the Qing Second Artillery, but the second shot was very eye-catching and rushed to the front of the Qing Army's Third Artillery.

At this time, there were only a hundred and ten steps left between the musket battalion and the queue of the Qing spearmen array.

An iron bullet quickly enlarged in Bu Dashun's eyes, hitting him more than ten steps in front of him, and then bounced up and pounced, Bu Dashun couldn't control his fear and shouted, he found that he couldn't lift his legs at all, so he could only desperately block the shield in front of him and close his eyes.

There was a loud bang, followed by a terrifying sound of bones shattering, and then something hit his right shoulder, and Buda staggered, and as soon as his leg went limp, he fell to his knees. There was a panic around, Buda shook his head, his whole body was numb, but there was no severe pain, he quickly looked down at his body, legs and feet, all intact, and his soul returned to the body. He turned his head to look at what had hit him, but it was a cool hat. Looking at the ground again, there was a shotgunman with half of his body left, his whole body seemed to be cut off by the cannonball, and the colorful intestines under his body were scattered, and the filth and fragments of internal organs continued to flow, and the smell was terrible.

Budashun looked at the face, this was his soldier, of course he recognized it, and he could still call this guy's name......

The surrounding Qing soldiers looked at the scene in front of them in fear, several of them vomited, and the military spirit of the shotgunners had been greatly shaken by these two rounds of shelling.

Compared with the artillery bombardment of the Qing soldiers, the artillery bombardment of the Chen Jiajun was much more powerful and accurate. If less than a third of the 30 guns were hit in the first round of shelling, the hit rate in this second round of shelling has increased to more than half. If the Qing troops do not move, the hit rate of the third round of artillery shelling will probably be increased to 70 or 80 percent. It can even hit the Qing artillery sandwiched between the Qing army's shotgunners.

Budashun's dull eyes slowly condensed, and slowly returned to the fierceness of the fierce gods, he waved the shield and machete in his hand, shouted angrily, smashed the vomiting soldiers to the ground, and then kicked the Qing soldiers to plead repeatedly.

"Stand up, stand up for me...... "The machete waved as if it could fall on the heads of the men at any moment." You wretched, what do the dead have to vomit? Hurry up and line up Lao Tzu ......" The word "team remained in Bu Dashun's stomach forever."

Budason was dead as he roared viciously at his shotgunners, a lead bullet hitting him in the cheek with precision, shattering his skull, shattering his eyes and splattering brains.

Seventy or eighty steps away, Chen Zhongda raised his eyebrows, and then swaggered to stay where he was, reloading the rifled gun in his hand, while his assistant continued to look at the Qing army's shotgunner array with a telescope, looking for prey worth hunting.

Seventy or eighty paces away, more than thirty zhang away, the shotgun in the hands of the Qing army did not pose any threat to them at all.

The confusion of the shotgunner sequence in the front of the Qing soldiers is getting bigger and bigger, and from Wang Tenglong's point of view, he can already clearly observe the fluctuations of the shotgunman sequence. Wang Tenglong was very angry, how many people did Chen Jiajun kill in two rounds of shelling? How many shotguns were there in front of the Qing army? Can the former have a hundred? The latter is more than two thousand.

When the musketeers advanced forty or fifty paces to the front of the Qing army, the third artillery of the Qing army finally fired. But it still failed to cause any major damage, because the distance between the two sides was too close and too close, even if the Qing artillery was reduced with gunpowder, the minimum angle of the muzzle could not be changed, and some shells still passed over the heads of the musket battalion queue. The Qing soldiers did not have shotguns, at least the artillery of the Shaanxi Green Battalion in front of them did not have shotguns, which reduced the threat of artillery to the close-range infantry array to a minimum.

A shrill whistle sounded. The Chen family's musketeers who were marching forward suddenly stopped, and then the ten arrays easily formed five clusters, and one by one the muskets aimed at the Qing army's shotgunners on the opposite side.

"Beep-" The whistle sounded again.