In the second half of the night, the fighting stopped, and the south bank of the Rolling River finally became quiet.

Chen Jiajun, who returned to the camp, fell asleep happily, and then after eating breakfast one after another the next hour, he looked at the Qing soldiers who had appeared in front of the camp, and did not go out of the camp to attack and kill with high momentum, but took everything he had into the trenches in the camp under the urging of officers at all levels.

The Qing soldiers didn't know that the Chen Jiajun, who had just gained a foothold on the south bank of the Rolling River, had dug trenches in the camp in addition to building a good camp. Although these trenches are not deep or wide, they are connected by traffic trenches from end to end.

"Boom! Boom me! ”

The artillery of the Qing army poured out, and Yongrui blushed with a red face and clenched his fists before Fuyong led his troops to fight, shouting at him. Of course, Fukunaga would not show mercy to his subordinates, and he brought all nine large general cannons, as well as as more than thirty small cannons of various types. Chen Jiajun's artillery seemed to be still on the north bank of the Rolling River, and Chen Erbao led the team to firmly guard them.

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

Dozens of artillery pieces bombarded the Chen Jiajun's rolling Henan battalion, and a slip of white smoke turned into a large 'white cloud' that enveloped the artillery units of the Qing army. The iron bullets that flew out of the muzzle of the cannon smashed Chen Jiajun's fence and breastwork one by one, just like Chen Jiajun last night, Chen Ming, who did not have a cannon in his hand, could not restrict their play at all.

In the campsite of the Chen family, which covers an area the size of a village, there is not a single human voice. Only the boom of iron bullets breaking the fence, breaking the breastwork, tearing the tent. Chen Ming was hiding in an anti-artillery hole at this time, a narrow space, and dirty air, but there was a very bright smile on his face.

Boom, the Qing soldiers are booming. He was about to see how determined Yongrui was, and he actually divided his troops into two ways and attacked the Chen family army on the north and south banks of the Rolling River.

One pimple after another is useful for trenches. If the Qing soldiers come up with a flowering bullet, Chen Ming can still worry about one or two, but now it is all iron bumps, he is afraid of a bird!

The north bank of the Rolling River.

The artillery battalion of the Chen family army had withdrawn from the original artillery position, and Chen Erbao led his troops to leave behind to guard the artillery battalion, and the team retreated back to the camp on the north bank of the river. When the Qing soldiers attacked the camp on the south bank, they would divide their troops at the same time to take the artillery of the Chen family's army, which was a problem that could be thought of with their toes.

The rumbling cannons sounded on the north and south banks of the Rolling River, and the strange thing was that the cannons on the north bank belonged to the Chen Jiajun, and the cannons on the south bank belonged to the Qing soldiers.

"Who dares to retreat? This is the end! Yingshou roared with his bloody waist knife, like an angry lion with teeth and claws. More than a dozen heads rolled under his feet, half of them officers. Although the positions of these Green Battalion officers are generally not high.

"Kill the rebels!" The Jingzhou City garrison, which had no way out, helplessly 'exploded' the 'bloodiness' of their soldiers, and rushed back one by one shouting angrily, but the array of Qing soldiers was completely out of shape.

The drums in the rear of the Qing soldiers increased in frequency, and Yingshou had a hideous expression on his face, he had already known the name of the Chen family's sharp guns, and if the Jingzhou City garrison wanted to really break through the opponent's camp, he could only speed up the speed of approaching and speed up the speed of the soldiers' charge. Also, the death and wounding of soldiers cannot be tolerated. As long as the cannons of the Chen family army can be taken, no matter how many casualties there are, it is worth it.

In front of the north camp of the Chen family's army, six five-catty cannons were twenty steps in front of the array, and there was a tiger squat cannon in front of them, and a large number of two-catty and three-catty cannons were on the left and right.

To the left and right of the artillery position, there were two escort groups, and the head of Chen Erbao's battalion was deployed in the rear of the artillery position.

It is still the case that each team plays a flag, and a combat formation plays a big flag.

Moreover, like the artillery position of the Qing army on the south bank, the sky above the artillery position of the Chen Jiajun army was completely covered by thick gunsmoke. Then it was blown away by the wind piece by piece.

"A hundred steps away. The moment the muzzle is lowered, the shotgun is reloaded. ”

With each shot, Chen Jiajun's muzzle was lowered for a moment, and now it was finally reduced to the lowest. And the cannonball has also changed from an iron bullet to a shotgun that kills at close range. There are also five flying thunder cannons that are ready to be fired at any time, and the sequence of Qing soldiers' charges is very scattered, and there is a considerable distance between soldiers and soldiers, but shotguns and flying thunder cannons can still achieve great results.

If the Qing soldiers can continue to charge after taking the shotguns and flying thunder cannons, then there are tiger squat cannons, grenades, and platoon guns waiting for them. Chen Erbao did not have many soldiers in his hands, and in the face of the Jingzhou City garrison, which was several times his own manpower, he did not have the slightest fear in his heart. Just because the firepower of the Chen family army on the north bank was too strong and fierce, Chen Erbao himself doubted whether the courage of the Qing soldiers could really withstand a heavy blow, and they came to fight with the Chen family's sabers and guns!

When the Ripper clears the chamber of the gun. The gunner, the ammunition man, the gunner, and others worked together to lift the tail end of the cannon a little bit, and soon the iron plate was filled underneath, and the tail of the gun was raised a little, so that the muzzle of the cannon was slightly lowered. The loader in front loaded the silk-encapsulated shells into the breech -- that is, the gunpowder packet was wrapped with iron bullets and shotguns, which was similar to the original paper bullets. Then the clearer compacted the ammunition with a push lever, and the gunner punctured the silk wrapped outside from the fire door with an iron awl, and then poured the primer.

After a series of rearmaments, the Qing soldiers had approached fifty paces, and as soon as the gunners retreated, the gunners gave the order to shoot, and the gunners put the fire rope on the ignition stick to the fire door, and the gunpowder smoke rose in the booming explosion, and the gun carriage retreated sharply.

There were already screams everywhere in the camp of the Qing soldiers, the shotguns were scattered freely, and there was no need for a salvo, and at the same time that dozens of guns fired shotguns, five flying thunder cannons also made the Qing soldiers suffer.

For these Qing soldiers who are running fast to attack, Chen Erbao feels that they are lucky, if this Qing army puts up the previous queue again in front of the North Camp, not to mention the previous bombardment of dozens of cannons in the Chen Family Army Artillery Battalion, just the current shotgun can crush them like a storm destroying seedlings.

When the musketeers stepped forward, their number was not large, and the total number was only about two hundred, but the neat platoon still made the Qing soldiers who had just been lucky enough to escape the baptism of cannonballs cry wolf and howl.

In the deafening explosion, thousands of iron pellets were huge fishing nets, catching prey among the Qing soldiers. The missed iron pellets exploded countless smoke and dust on the ground, and the iron pellets that hit made the flesh of the Qing soldiers spew out bursts of blood mist, and at least three of the seven or eight hundred charging Qing soldiers fell to the ground in various postures, and the ground was filled with irrepressible howls. By the time 200 lead bullets swept across the battlefield, the remaining Qing soldiers had fled backwards crying and shouting......

Ying Shou cut off more than a dozen heads, as well as a few officers, which was very shocking at first glance. But compared to the scene of two or three hundred people in front of the Beiying formation, it is very small.