In the early morning, an irrepressible exclamation suddenly sounded on the Qing soldier's position east of the Bali Bridge. It turned out that on the other side of the Qingni River, the Chen family army erected two flagpoles, and I don't know how they escaped the ears and eyes of the Qing soldiers on the other side of the river. Count it carefully, I'm afraid there are thirty smaller ones, where else do you have good eyesight, and the heads and faces look very familiar. I don't know how they can see the original face from the hideous and grinning heads. In fact, the Qing soldiers have already guessed who the heads are, and none of the 100 heroes who went out to touch the camp last night have returned.

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

As soon as the sky was bright, Chen Jiajun's artillery fire began to organize the shelling. The fences, breastprints, and other defensive measures built by the Qing soldiers on the other side of the Bali Bridge collapsed under the organized bombardment of artillery shells.

In just one morning, the Qing soldiers on the other side of the Bali Bridge were a little nervous. Although he couldn't see anything on the surface, the feeling in Chen Ming's heart told him that the morale of the army on the other side was very low and scattered.

"Give the order, let the front-line troops organize an attack!" Chen Ming was not sure in his heart, after all, there was a river dozens of meters long, and the Bali Bridge under him should be a place for Qing soldiers to defend no matter how he looked at it.

Of course, the Qing soldiers on the opposite side of the Bali Bridge also arranged artillery, but the artillery power of the Qing soldiers was far inferior to their opponents, after all, the artillery here was only a part of all the artillery fire of the Qing soldiers, and Qin Guangyuan, the general soldier of Hebei Town, was very mediocre and divided the artillery in his hand into two, which were arranged in the Bali Bridge position and the Xuzhou city wall. As a result, this morning's artillery battle did not last long, and the Qing troops were completely suppressed by the Chen army.

Hundreds of meters of musketeers appeared on the other side of the Qingni River, behind them, ten flying thunder cannons were ready to fire, and there were two teams of armor soldiers, these people carried rafts, just wait for the rear charge horn sounded, they would rush to the river as fast as possible, each raft of five people, they had to use the shortest time to row across the river, rushed to the opposite riverbank.

During this period, flying thunder cannons and hundreds of muskets served as their cover fire.

"Didi Da Di Da ......"

The familiar trumpet of the charge sounded in the bullets, and the Qing officers were not fools, watching Chen Jiajun prepare for the war. The shotgunners of the Qing soldiers were driven to the riverside by their officers, and the musketeers of the Chen family started a very chivalrous duel across a green mud river.

The two sides are like two giants, you punch me and I punch, a fair fight, and the loser can't find any reason to shirk.

There were more than 1,000 shotgunmen of the Qing soldiers, but they were beaten like dogs in the face of the Chen family's musketeers, who were only half of their own on the other side of the Qingni River. The high-spirited musketeers of the Chen family were not at all comparable to the shotgunners in the Qing army. Otherwise, no one can say that the real elite is honed in the war. Chen Jiajun won one battle after another, repeatedly winning more with less, and a sense of 'I am very strong' self-confidence will naturally rise from the bottom of Chen Jiajun's heart. Especially the musketeers, in several duels, they were outnumbered and fought more, and they even abused the shotgunmen of the Qing soldiers into dogs. How does this make them look up to the shotgunners of the Qing army?

This kind of inner contempt for the enemy and strong self-confidence are the two most important layers of aura for the musketeers of the era of platoon shooting, with their buffs, the Chen family army musketeers on the battlefield are a dozen or two Qing army shotgunslingers, no problem.

"Rush, ......," Gao Pingshan shouted while holding the sword and shield in his hand. As a child of the Gao family, Gao Pingshan did not get Gao Pengqi's strong support at the beginning like Gao Jinghui, and then became the head of the first battalion without much merit. However, the starting point for Gao Pingshan to enter the Chen Jiajun was only a platoon commander.

But Gao Pingshan is not convinced, why can't he become a battalion officer? Just because Gao Jinghui is closer to the heart of the head of the family?

The current Chen Jiajun is not the previous Chen Jiajun, at the beginning, Gao Pingshan was happy to see himself hidden in a group of big-headed soldiers, but at that time, the Chen Jiajun was like a small boat, and it would sink to the bottom of the water when the wind blew. So he was not jealous of Gao Jinghui at that time, and even secretly laughed in his heart.

Gao Pingshan's thoughts are very popular among the children of the Gao family and the Huang family, who joined halfway. Therefore, the sudden 'ascension' of Gao Jinghui and Huang An only caused an inconspicuous ripple in the original Gao family and Huang family. It wasn't until Chen Jiajun grew and expanded step by step, and until Chen Jiajun developed to this day, that many people like Gao Pingshan saw a glimmer of hope, and their hearts began to be unbalanced.

There are two manifestations of this unbalanced mentality, one is naturally very bad jealousy, envy and hatred; The other is Gao Pingshan, who is so engraved, ready to use his military exploits again and again to smooth out the gap between himself and Gao Jinghui. Now that Gao Pingshan is already a team officer, as long as he continues to make military achievements, as long as Chen Jiajun continues to grow, it is very simple and easy for him to become a battalion officer. But it is not easy for Gao Jinghui to become a brigade commander. Because a brigade has 3,000 men, the head of the battalion at the bottom will be five or six. Chen Jiajun's current battalion officers, even if they don't count those in the teaching brigade, have as many as seven. Even if it is Gao Jinghui's turn to be the brigade commander, Chen Jiajun is afraid that there will already be 50,000 or 60,000 people. If he has been fighting hard and making meritorious deeds again and again, who dares to say that the first Gao family to be the brigade commander at that time must be Gao Jinghui instead of him Gao Pingshan?

"The great husband's fame is only taken immediately."

Gao Pingshan roared inwardly, holding his sword and shield and rushing towards the riverbank. Having fought many wars, he had already learned to lead his soldiers into an assault while giving himself some protection. When jumping off the raft, you must be bold and show the courage to lead the charge, and in a few shouts you can overtake some brave soldiers, and then you must follow them closely, always in the first but not the front.

Gao Pingshan didn't know if the method he had summed up would be effective all the time, anyway, he was now slashing and killing the shotguns of the Qing army, and the shotguns in the hands of these people were not as good as a burning stick in close combat. And let them pull out the saber on their waists and fight hard, these green battalion soldiers who can't even support the shooting from a distance of dozens of meters really don't have much courage to fight hand-to-hand.

"Governor, the Qing soldiers have fled." The two armies that charged belonged to Chen Erbao's men. Seeing that the Qing soldiers were scattered by the armor soldiers of the two teams, and the Chen family army had already won this battle, Chen Erbao thought that Chen Ming could immediately order the troops to attack, so that he could take the remaining men and horses in the camp to capture the prisoners.

"Uncle Erbao can pursue, but don't get too close to Xuzhou City."

"Don't worry, you won't get dizzy." Chen Erbao patted his chest and promised.