The Qing troops were getting closer and closer, and the positions of the Fu Han army were in full array. The gendarmerie patrolled various positions, and without waiting for the orders of the Chinese army, they were not allowed to shoot and fire for no reason, and violators were beheaded on the spot. Those who dare to fear the enemy and cowardly and do not obey military orders will be severely punished immediately.

Not to mention the deterrence of the military police, these Fu Han soldiers in Jiangyan Town, many of them have many years of military experience, and they have had many fierce battles with the Qing soldiers, and they are even said to be old.

When they were three hundred paces, suddenly a cannon rang out from the town.

At this time, the Qing army's position also sounded the fierce war drums, countless shouts were heard everywhere, the dense shield carts began to speed up, and there were countless flags behind them, rushing towards the position of the Fu Han army.

Miao Fuwei's burly figure sat in the town, he was wearing thick steel armor and had a straight face, just listening intently to the reports of the lookouts on the high platform again and again, and he didn't give orders for a long time. Countless officers and soldiers of the Fu Han Dynasty looked at the position of the Chinese army.

When the dense shield cart rushed through two hundred steps, a rapid drum beat suddenly sounded in Jiangyan Town, followed by three cannon shots, and the sound of cannons spread throughout the entire Fuhan army front.

The guns and cannons on the defense line of the Fuhan Army rang out, and a large amount of dense white smoke from the burning of black powder filled the front of the entire defense line under the warm autumn sun.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sound of guns hitting the shield-breaking cart was loud, and from time to time there was a mist of blood rising in between, and the wounded were howling in pain. The oncoming shield cars of the Qing army were hit by guns and cannons, and the baffles of many shield cars were instantly pierced.

With a loud bang, the baffle of a shield car suddenly exploded, and an iron bullet the size of an adult's fist directly hit the two heads of Ding Zhuang, and the remaining momentum was not exhausted, hitting the sandbag of the shield car, and directly bursting a bag of sand and blooming, and then the iron bullet bounced out obliquely, penetrating through the chest of a Shandong Lian Yong, and took his whole person out.

The blood mist of minced flesh was sprayed, and the brains and blood were spurted, so that Ding Yong, who was in the two shield carts on the left and right, couldn't help but vomit.

These Ding Yong are not soldiers of the Eight Banners, they are all armorless cloth clothes, and they have no protection at all. The gun hit the baffle, and the spiky crumbs that came out of the **** were as big as arrows, and Ding Zhuang, who pierced an unknown number of carts, and Shandong Lian Yong, who was behind him, were covered with wooden thorns and slag, and even hit the eyeballs and inserted them into the ears, and the blood flowed like an infusion. After each shot, almost someone rolled on the ground with their heads and faces covered, howling in disbelief, or kneeling on the ground with spasms and trembling in pain.

If there were armor-clad Eight Banners behind such a 'powerful' shield cart, there would still be some resistance power, but now, the shield cart had only stepped forward twenty or thirty steps, and how many shield carts were already paralyzed on the ground and couldn't walk. The baffle is made of logs, no matter how thick the baffle is, no matter how much lint is covered, they can't stop the bombardment of the cannon?

There was a wail in the 'shield car array', and there was a mess.

There seemed to be a fire burning in front of the Fu Han army, all of which were the afterburners of gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of the gun, as well as large puffs of thick white smoke. Many soldiers of the Fu Han Army on the front line had already covered their mouths and noses with water-soaked cloth towels, and the entire front was shrouded in smoke, choking the smell of gunpowder, which was blown by the wind and directly transmitted to Miao Fuwei's nostrils.

Jiang Wei looked at the position of the Qing army, a large number of shield cars over there had become abandoned vehicles paralyzed on the road, the musketeers of the two teams of their battalion had fought a total of three rounds, and there were at least 600 musketeers on the entire front, whether they were shotgunners or flintlock muskeers. Then there are shotguns shot out, each shotgun has hundreds of small iron pellets in it, the thirty cannons hidden in the town of the Fu Han Army fired two salvos, and then there are mortar shells and big iron cannons shot out of the tiger squat cannon, more than 10,000 projectiles **** go, shooting through the baffles of countless shield cars. In the sound of "puff puff puff ......" as dense as raindrops, the shield cart shattered, the broken wood flew one after another, and a large stream of blood mist stirred up, and the Qing soldiers and civilians behind the shield cart, Ding Zhuang and Lian Yong, fell to the ground like grass mustard, and it was difficult to count how many people were killed or injured for a while.

Those people who were broken by guns and bullets and had their bellies pierced, and many people's internal organs were stirred up by iron bullets, but they didn't breathe for a while, so they covered their stomachs, looked at the rotten large intestines and small intestines, and let out an inhuman howl. The scene was terrifying.

Miao Fuwei had a smile on his face, this military merit was in hand. If the Qing army had been using such means to storm Jiangyan Town, his mission this time would be to sit back and relax.

The Qing army had a total of hundreds of shield cars, more than 100 in front, which were relatively well-built, but at least dozens of them were destroyed under the bombardment of guns in Jiangyan Town, and the rest were also scarred. Moreover, the artillery of the Fu Han army was still firing fiercely, and one after another shotguns crackled on the shield car array of the Qing army. There were already many Ding Yong who were scared to pee their pants, hiding under those paralyzed shield carts and not daring to come out.

It's just that the offensive of the Qing army is not over, and those people who are with the army are under the threat of the Qing army's swords and guns, taking advantage of the smoke shrouded in smoke on the front line of the Fu Han army, and continue to push those relatively simple shield carts, screaming and rushing towards Jiangyan Town.

Moreover, for the first time, the Qing army pushed the Eight Banners onto the battlefield.

The muskets that poked out from the back of the shield cart from time to time were no longer old-fashioned shotguns, but new-style flintlock muskets, with shiny barrels, shorter barrels and larger caliber than those of shotguns. Although this makes the accuracy of the flintlock pistol theoretically inferior to that of a shotgun, it would be illusory for any kind of smoothbore gun to discuss the accuracy of shooting beyond twenty zhang.

These musketeers wearing lightning rods and cotton armor from later generations are divided into three layers, with a layer of archers and a layer of tiger-clothed rattan soldiers in the middle. Unlike Shandong Lianyong, who was purely cannon fodder before, the current Qing army is the elite of the southbound army.

Here in the Fu Han Army, a certain number of swords, guns and rattan soldiers appeared on the formation, they were lined up behind the musketeers, these cold weapons were divided into two sections, one was a soldier, and the other was a non-main force, they did not have the neat iron armor and iron helmet of the main armor, but their heads were wrapped in red scarves, wearing red smocks like short coats, holding shields, short axes and spears, and they were ready for battle.

Some Qing troops flashed out of the shield car and opened fire, with a crackling sound, but the Fu Han army still ignored it, and the Qing army liked to fake and lure the Fu Han army to shoot the gun by pretending to be. When the Eight Banners fought with the Ming army, they loved to use this trick.

The sharp whistle sounded, the position of the Fu Han army was on fire again, a large stream of smoke erupted, the guns roared, and some of the Qing army musketeers who had just flashed out of the shield car had time to cover up in the chest **** out of the chest of the **** blood arrows, and fell backwards.

The distance was already much closer, and the shotguns from the cannon brought a cloud of death to the Qing army.

The iron bullets of the shotgun are not wooden spikes, and once they are hit, the cotton armor on the Qing army's body will have no effect at all. A large number of Eight Banner soldiers, archers, and tiger-clothed rattan soldiers fell down screaming.

Hundreds of muskets, dozens of cannons fired volleys, and the muzzles of the guns sprayed large puffs of gunsmoke in front of them.

In the smoke, I saw those Eight Banners soldiers and wolves with lightning rods rushing and turning into a pot. It turned out to be no different from the previous Shandong Lian Yong.

However, the drums of the Qing army were beating endlessly, and the artillery was falling more and more on the Fuhan army. And the rolling shield car array is still coming towards Jiangyan Town.

When the elite duel of the Fu Han Army and the Qing Army ten miles behind Jiangyan Town had just begun, the main battlefield in front of Jiangyan Town had also entered the real Gaoyu Dynasty.

"General Hai, the enemy ...... come to the enemy, all of them are Chen Wei's elite old battalions." A military attache of the Green Battalion beside Hailancha put down the monocular in his hand, his eyes widened, and his shocked voice became sharper.

"How can Zheng Zongbing see it?" The deputy capital of the Xiaocai battalion, Tong Chunshan, held up the binoculars and only saw the fine light reflected by the pieces of iron armor on the opposite side, and he couldn't see why he heard the sound and asked the person, the latter was Zheng Guorui, the general soldier of Huaiyang Town in northern Jiangsu, who fled in embarrassment with Li Shiyao after the Battle of Huai'an. There were several battles with the Fu Han army.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thirty percent of Chen Wei's army is in armor and seventy percent is clothed, but his musket battalion is the only one. The rest of the army wearing armor is his armor battalion, all of which are old bandits from Henan and Hubei. ”

The banner of Hailancha fluttered high, and behind him, it was full of eight banner horsemen. Looking at the armor and flags, there are all the Manchu military flags, Mongolian military flags and Han military flags, as well as the white flag, the red flag, the red flag, the blue flag, and the blue flag are divided into more fine five flag sergeants, which are the five flags under the eight flags. The horse armor soldiers of each banner were firmly on the horseback, their eyes flashing, and they were all cold.

The group of generals who were protected in the center by this group of Eight Banners Horse Team were the commanders of the various divisions in the army below Hailancha. Standing in front of a group of people was a phalanx of musketeers composed of soldiers from the New Army of the Eight Banners and firearms battalions, with shotgunners from various divisions on the left and right, and cold-weapon soldiers such as archers and swords, guns, and rattan cards later. Of course, there is also an army that is dressed very Q like the tiger clothes rattan soldiers.

The battle flags of the Fu Han army on the opposite side of the Qing army waving the flag fluttered, and the battalion flags were held high by the flag bearers, and the red flags were like the battle robes worn by the soldiers, looking from afar, like a group of burning flames.

Huang Jie was also holding a telescope to look at the other side, and he could even see the twisting muzzles of the guns in the Qing army's position. The specially selected lookouts with astonishing eyesight had reported the number of cannons in front of him at no less than thirty. If it is estimated according to the normal combat arrangement, then there should be at least fifty cannons on the opposite side.

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame."

"Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren."

"Look at the world, do all the nonsense, and make up for the defects of the way of heaven."

"Good boy, don't be parents, just for the common people, not for the lord......"

The Fu Han army sang the Red Turban Army Song. It seems that because there are a lot of Eight Banner soldiers on the opposite side, the soldiers are singing louder and louder today. sixteen battalion flags, divided into three sections, with five musket battalions in the first column, with a cannon sandwiched between them; Later, there was a musket battalion and three armor battalion heads, and then there was still a cannon between the battalions, and finally the two musket battalions and five armor battalions were held by Huang Jie, and there were also cannons on the left and right. It's just that the main force of the artillery team is arranged in the front, and the total number of cannons in the third column is only 12.

The fields were full of paddy fields, and countless rice stalks fell into the paddy fields. There used to be some people in the villages around the battlefield, but now there are no people at all.

In the sunlight, the cannon and the armor were mixed together, and from a distance, it was a red man. Iron armor, knives and guns, muskets, cannons, under the illumination of the sun, repeatedly cold light, gathered in a sparkling lake, like waves surging in waves.

From Hailancha downward, all the generals of the Qing army took a breath of cold air. Even the deputy commander of the cavalry battalion, Tong Chunshan, who hated the Fu Han Army the most, opened his mouth wide, and then his face was full of hideousness and ruthlessness. Two words reflexively flashed through many people's minds: decisive battle.

Isn't this a decisive battle? A battle between the elite and the elite.

The old battalion of the Fu Han Army on the opposite side is the elite, and the army around them is also the elite of the Qing army in the south, and Mars is about to hit the earth. (To be continued.) )