When the musketeers of the two battalions stood up and raised their muskets in unison, the Qing shotgunners in front of them only felt an overwhelming momentum overwhelming.

As early as before the cannon sounded, the Qing soldiers seized the sharp energy for the iron armor of the Chen family's army, and the artillery battle began, and the Chen family's two short but very effective shelling made the Qing army's shotgunmen tremble, and when the two battalions of Chen's army's musketeers stopped neatly at forty or fifty paces, which made the Qing soldiers' shotguns quite embarrassing, the Qing army's shotgunners were even more restless.

With the piercing whistle, thousands of lead bolts swept through the entire front of the Qing soldiers like a storm, and the shotgunmen in the front line were undoubtedly heavy. Even if the Chen Jiajun only had a hit rate of one and a half to two percent, the Qing army's shotguns would fall one or two hundred. Almost at the same time, the Qing spearmen who could not bear the pressure 'snapped' the arquebus in their hands. It was hard to believe how much damage it could do to Chen's army.

The thick smoke of gunpowder covered both teams, and even if the wind blew, it could not quickly blow away the smoke.

Whether it was the Qing army or the Chen Jiajun, they were all watching with bated breath as the battle between the shotgunmen on both sides.

Chen Ming's eyes were full of confidence, and the 'feeling' in his heart told him that the shotgunners of the Qing soldiers were panicked and their morale was very low. And Chen Jiajun's musketeers were very demoralized and in high spirits.

The number of them was much smaller, like a raging fire, burning a pile of straw with the banner of Qing on the opposite side. There are a lot of straws, but in the face of flames they are all slag.

The first two platoons of the Qing army suffered heavy losses, and before they could really organize a decent salvo, the Chen family musketeers, who had completed the loading first, fired a second round of neat platoons.

This time it was no longer a three-row salvo, but a row after a row, and the tactics had shifted to standard platoon gun killing.

The sequence of the Qing army was hit hard, and more importantly, the shotgunners of the Qing army in the nervous reload became even more nervous, and I don't know how many people's hands trembled, and the lead bullets were shaken off. In other words, the current shotgunners don't have the heart to fiddle with shotguns anymore, they just want to escape. 、

Corpses fell to the ground, and the wounded Qing soldiers screamed and struggled, and streams of blood flowed from their bodies, staining the ground below red, making those wild grasses and wild flowers even more delicate.

There were almost no people in the forefront of the shotguns who could stand, and after three consecutive volleys, the Qing army's sequence was already out of order. What's more, the sniper squad was still shooting the officers in the queue in a planned way, and even the artillery caught between the shotgunners queue and the queue were knocked over several times by the guns of the musket battalion.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom" And at this moment, the third round ......of artillery bombardment came like an assist.

"Command the musket battalion, get on the bayonet, charge—"

Chen Ming smashed his fist in the palm of his hand, the third artillery of this artillery battalion came at the right time.

"Woo woo woo ......"

When the loud trumpet sounded, a low horn made all the troops of the Chen Jiajun straighten their waists, and they knew that they were about to go on the attack.

"Rush, ......"

One by one, the musketeers put their bayonets on their bayonets, and they pounced like tigers into the chaos, entangled in the retreat and non-retreat. They don't have waist knives, all they have are bayonets, and the bright sword-shaped bayonets can definitely easily pierce the body of any Qing soldier. The combat effectiveness of the Chen family's musketeers wearing cuirasses in white-edged hand-to-hand combat is definitely not something that the shotgunners of the Qing army can imagine.

As a traverser, can Chen Ming not know how important fighting bayonets is for the army in this era? For the musket units of the 18th century, bayonet fighting was no less important than their gunfire platoon.

Red flags were waving, and amid the fierce trumpets of the charge, the musketeers had not yet made contact with the Qing army's spearmen, and the Qing army's spearmen, who also numbered 1,500 or 600 people, were screaming loudly and hugging their heads backwards. Heavy shotguns were thrown to the ground at random, and there were even arquebuses, gunpowder canisters, buckshot canisters, and even waist knives. The fleeing Qing spearmen were eager to discard all the bits and pieces of their bodies so that they could 'turn in' lightly.

"Rush, rush, ......"

The two armies stepped forward quickly, and the pikemen jogged forward with their spears in their heads. In order to engage in the battle, the musketeers advanced a distance of three or four hundred paces, which became the biggest obstacle to the follow-up investment of the Chen family's army.

No matter how lively the two arm-and-armor battalions were shouting and shouting, no matter how lively the charge was, no matter if the thousands of people were eager to rush into the defeated Qing soldiers with one step, and follow the fleeing Qing army shotguns to directly reverse the entire Qing army array. In order to conserve their strength, they now have to jog.

Just like the Chinese army that Chen Ming began to move forward, he tried to conserve his physical strength to enter the battle.

"Tiger!" The last call resounded through Chen Jiajun's array, and the big drums in the rear struck a dense battle drumbeat.

The distance of dozens of paces was reduced to nothing under the charge of the musketeers, and the defenseless backs of the Qing shotgunners were right in front of their eyes.

The muffled sound of a bayonet piercing through the flesh came ...... a moment, and I don't know how many Qing soldiers screamed at this moment, and how many Qing soldiers fell to their knees. But where did Chen Jiajun have time to take prisoners? If you encounter someone who has a good intention, you will directly cross over, or kick it down, and confess to 'stay honest'; and if you encounter someone who has an enmity with the government, or if the killing intent comes to your heart, then you will be stabbed with a knife regardless of it, and surrender is also a death. Or if you smash a guy with a musket butt, it's up to you to be lucky to survive.

The Qing army was in chaos, and they ran backwards next to the array of shotgunners, throwing their swords, guns and shields to the ground, and then another part of the shotguns, they would not use the shotguns in their hands to resist, or fearlessly face the difficulties.

Wang Tenglong closed his eyes decadently. This battle is over, the 8,000 Shaanxi soldiers are over, and they will be finished.

"Junmen, let's go." Wang Tenglong's cronies shouted anxiously.

The army formation of more than 7,000 people seems to be as large as a sea, but now that the army is defeated, as long as the Chen family army sweeps along the defeated army, it will not be long before it can be killed to the high platform.

"Let's go? Where else can I go? "I don't know how many of the 8,000 Shaanxi soldiers can escape back to Luoyang after this defeat, and even if I go back, I will inevitably be questioned, and it is better to die on the battlefield. For the sake of their loyalty, the court can also be more lenient to their descendants.

"It's a big mistake for adults to think so." The cronies had insight into Wang Tenglong's thoughts, and anxiously persuaded: "My 8,000 Shaanxi soldiers were defeated by the Chen family thieves, and the soldiers of Henan and Anhui, and the soldiers of Hubei, how capable can they be?" ”

"At that time, they will inevitably have a big defeat, with the governor and the general on top, even if the military gate suffers some crimes for the time being, can the court really kill the military gate? As long as you live, there will be a comeback in the future. "The Chen family army can put on armor for four or five thousand soldiers, and this chaos will not be easily suppressed.