"Wearing iron armor and carrying a long knife. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and the son are fighting, and the road is long. ”

"Fight with the enemy, die and live together. Fight with your son, and your heart will not be slack. ”

"Step on the swallow and chase the beard. Fighting with the son, singing fearlessly......"

The sound of military songs came from afar, it was so familiar, as the commander of the musketeers under Hailancha, Ayintu, who fought the decisive battle of Taizhou that was defeated in the name of 'decisive battle', turned red from blue to red. The singing of the Fu Han Army reminded him once again of the taste of failure and the resentment of powerlessness.

The battlefield was filled with gunsmoke, and he couldn't see the exact number of the Fu Han army clearly when he held the binoculars, so he saw a sea of people in the smoke disappearing from time to time, moving to this side.

The drums and trumpets in the Qing army were churning, and groups of musketeers also gathered, and under the guidance of the triangular dragon flags, they moved towards the Fuhan military formation.

From the perspective of Fu Chun, the commander of the artillery of the Qing army, the current array of this musketeer is even tighter than in the original battle of Taizhou, but the unprotected livery is really not comparable to the bright iron armor on the other side.

The Fu Han army pressed in the passionate music, and the military songs were sung in the battles again and again, and now the military songs have been engraved in the bones of the soldiers, and have also become another powerful weapon for them on the battlefield - this will make them full of courage in battle.

Ayintu looked at the Fu Han army array approaching step by step, his eyes showed bitter hatred, and when he saw a few shells bombarded into the Fu Han army array, his hideous face showed a full of joy. Ayintu smiled and sent someone to see Fuchun: "Bombard Chen Shun with a cannon, bombard hard, hit hard." ”

He did not believe that the soldiers of the Fu Han army were all beaten with iron, and when the shells fell on the heads of the soldiers of the Fu Han army, they were all going to die, and they were all going to panic and fear.

Fu Chun is also a veteran who experienced the Battle of Taizhou, but he still has no substantial progress in artillery command, and the only difference between him and him on the Taizhou battlefield at that time is that he believes in Blanco more.

"How? Blanco. Do you have the confidence to inflict heavy damage on the infantry of the rebel army? ”

"Your Excellency, we still have fifty cannons, divided into two groups, and bombarded in turn. I believe that the rebel infantry will not be able to withstand it. ”

Blanco clenched his fists fiercely, he had no grudges with the Fu Han army, but he was deeply involved in this war, and the death of his Portuguese officers and artillery had already made him have an irresolvable hatred with the Fu Han army. As he spoke, a wave of hatred came from him.

Fuchun now admires Blanco quite a lot, and he also sees the hatred in Blanco's heart for the Fuhan Army. That's a very sincere, sincere hatred.

However, it seems to be a little different from Blanco's sworn words, the shells of the "Boom Boom Boom ......" Fu Han Army fell more densely, and the landing point was still extending in the direction of the Qing army. At this time, the guard battalion of the 3rd Division and the 1st Battalion of the 1st Garrison Division, which were at the head of the attacking troops, had already made great strides through the gaps between the artillery positions.

The thick smoke of gunpowder covered the elite of the two battalions of the Fu Han Army. Blanco held a telescope and personally observed the spacing of the infantry of the Fu Han army, the line of the Fu Han army was still so thin and narrow, and it looked like a line from a distance. Blanco gritted his teeth with hatred, these hateful rebels, such a long distance, such a thin array, it was too difficult and too difficult to bombard them. Even the top gunners in the Portuguese Navy could not complete this task.

It took about ten minutes.

"The Fuhan army is about to enter Sanli!"

In anticipation and apprehension, Blanco clenched the telescope in his hand, and the distance was almost there. If his vision and experience had not been confused, the infantry of the Fu Han army would have been within the maximum range of the Qing artillery. And the artillery group of the Fu Han army seems to have collectively entered a state of increasing the amount of gunpowder.

The rest of the artillery of the Qing army has been re-positioned, and the artillery of the Fu Han army has fired several times, forcing them to move the cannons that are not enough to move the position back, and now the cannons of the Fu Han army can reach them again. The guns were loaded with ammunition, and the gunners of the Qing army held the artillery track equipment in their hands, nervously making the final accounting adjustments. Because the array of the Fu Han army was not facing them, many artillery pieces had to be transferred again.

"Target distance. Four hundred zhang, the first round of shelling, fired! ”

Blanco shouted loudly, he waited for a few more minutes, ordered the artillery group to open fire, and he even stood directly in front of a Qing artillery position when he gave the order.

"Boom, boom, boom......" fireworks erupted, and shells passed over his head.

A large group of Qing gunners roared, and Fu Chun and the other artillery officers all shouted like crazy.

The thunderclap of artillery roared loudly, and a large stream of gunpowder smoke rose from the Qing army's position. Dozens of large general cannons spewed fierce flames from the front in turn.

The infantry line of the Fu Han army was already making great strides, but the array in all directions did not know when it was replaced by a thin horizontal column.

The weeds were up to the ankles, and there were traces of ploughing on the slightly undulating fields.

Wei Baocheng did not feel sorry for the abandonment of this land at all, because these fleeing people were all people who could not trust the Han army. When the farmland is wasted, a harvest is wasted, and they themselves are cowardly and unbelieving, and they deserve to suffer.

A flowering bomb suddenly exploded more than ten meters away, Wei Baocheng reflexively hooked his head, and heard someone on the left and right screaming 'oops', Wei Baocheng, who raised his head, didn't have time to pay attention to who shouted'oo This was the first real big battle experienced by the first battalion, and Wei Baocheng vowed to play the prestige of the base troops. In this battle, the first battalion advanced and retreated, and the offensive must not waver.

The expeditionary force's outstanding military exploits are like a bottle of old vinegar that has been aged for a hundred years, and the old troops in the entire base area have been soured up. They are also the Fu Han army, and they can also fight, fight tough battles.

The large force of the Qing army was still one and a half miles away from the Fu Han army.

More and more shells fell in front and behind the front and rear of the Fuhan army, and the high military songs unconsciously fell.

Wei Baocheng glanced ahead, there was not much left in the distance, he waved his hand, and the standard-bearer beside him raised the battalion flag of the first battalion high, "Brothers, walk neatly, there are Tartar soldiers in front." "As long as the whole battalion sees himself at all times, no one in the first battalion dares to retreat or run away. The "Regulations on the Offensive of the Fu Han Army" was used at such times.

The screams lingered in Wei Baocheng's ears, and he didn't know how many shells had passed through the queue just now, just now. But he wants to boost morale. "Speak louder, the brethren sing louder, so that the two Tartars and the Tartars may listen to it. Sing along with me, sing ...... together"

"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 ......"

The loud military song didn't even seem to be able to suppress the sound of artillery.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

In Fuchun's roar, the Qing artillery was fired round after round, and the entire Qing army array was shrouded in dense smoke.

One by one, the Qing gunners have stripped off their shirts, **** their backs, desperately pushing the cannon back to its original position, while nervously calculating the distance again, and on the other hand, there are gunners desperately cleaning the gun chamber and loading ammunition.

The cannon roared, whether it was Fuchun or Blanco, all the artillery officers of the Qing army did not pay attention to how miserable their own team was hit by the artillery of the Fu Han army, they only liked to watch the heavy solid iron ball draw a long arc in the air, smash it into the ground in front of the Fu Han army's front, and then jump and jump towards the thin front of the Fu Han army. A puff of blood mist exploded from time to time in the Fu Han army, and even saw that the flag of the Fu Han army fell, although it was soon erected again.

This is the killing and wounding of fifty cannons on the thin front of the Fu Han army, so what about the killing and wounding of the artillery of the Fu Han army on the Qing army's array? The array of Qing soldiers was much thicker than that of the Han army.

First the Qing soldiers at the front were shelled, then the middle and the rear. The whistling cannonballs exploded in the crowd of Qing soldiers, and the shrapnel that burst wildly was like a sickle wielded by death, reaping the lives of the Qing soldiers indulgently. Under the bombardment of one flowering bomb after another, the front army of the Qing army soon became a plate of scattered sand and completely lost its combat effectiveness.

After all, the Fu Han Army's accumulation of shots from one 'brigade' to another' is extremely lethal to the infantry. What's more, in addition to flowering shells, there are also iron bullets, how can the flesh and blood block the ravages of cannonballs? Solid iron balls weighing five catties and eight catties crashed into the crowd like a withering and decaying manner, and effortlessly opened a flesh alley in the middle.

Blood and minced flesh rose in front of me like rain and mist. Many people did not even let out a scream when they died, the severed limbs and broken shotguns were mixed together, the painful wails were more cold than the most biting cold wind, and the morale of the Qing army was vented to the end in the endless blood and white bones of Sensen.

Broken limbs and flesh were scattered, and the wailing was miserable.

If this battle was commanded by Chen Ming, he would immediately sound the drums of the charge at this time, because the morale of the Qing army's musketeers had all collapsed, and at this time, he only needed to rush with bayonets, even if there were only two battalions at the front, the front army would roll back and the army would flee, and the five or six thousand musketeers gathered by the Qing army would be finished.

But Huang Jie was not Chen Ming, he could only see through the smoke of gunpowder and vaguely see that the Qing army was in chaos, so he didn't dare to easily issue an order for the troops to attack. Because the number of Qing troops is very large, because Feng Sheng's forehead still holds a lot of horse teams in his hands!

The order given by Huang Jie was for the artillery to continue, and the two battalions of the front army to speed up, but the array must be maintained.

After a sharp whistle, the Chinese military drum beat tightly, and Wei Baocheng and the officers and soldiers of the first battalion around him roared in unison: "Tiger! ”

They began to move faster, and the roars of the officers kept coming: "Hurry, hurry—"

Hold Array, Hold Array ......"

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Fengsheng's forehead, and he ordered Duan Xiulin to not attack the left flank of the Fu Han army, but to support Ayintu on the front instead. At the same time, let Chunyou harass the artillery team of the Fu Han army. Don't bother with the back door of the Han army anymore.

The artillery of the Fu Han army seems to be stronger than when it was in Taizhou.

"Kill......"

"Revenge, revenge! Kill the Tartars ......"

"Military merit field, the Qing soldiers in front are not people, they are all military merit fields......"

"Tiger—" The entire First Battalion roared again.

"Kill the Tartars ......"

"Drive out the Tartars and restore China; Wash away the dust and reorganize the mountains and rivers......"

"Onward! On-"

In the array of the first battalion, both officers and soldiers broke out at this time with the most straightforward roar in their hearts. Some of them are for killing the enemy, some for revenge, some for military achievements, and some for the Hanjia rivers and mountains.

The smiles on the faces of Fu Chun, Blanco and others slowly faded, and under the bombardment of fifty general cannons, the Fu Han army was still approaching in formation. Such an army is so powerful compared to the Qing soldiers.

"Your Excellency, you should advise the Admiral to stop the frontal attack for the time being. Concentrate all the cavalry and storm their artillery groups. ”

Blanco's face was embarrassed, but he had already paid attention to the terrible situation of the Qing army's musketeers, and it was estimated that after ten minutes later, after the Fuhan army's troops made official contact with them, these musketeers would be defeated.

Fu Chun shook his head with difficulty, he would not speak to Feng Sheng. In this battle, they were already suffering in terms of artillery, and before the war, everyone was mentally prepared at this point. The biggest advantage of the Qing army was that there were many soldiers, and the horse team could not be sent to death in vain.

There is a possibility of reversing the current situation. According to Blanco's meaning, even if the Qing army could withdraw intact, they would have lost. This is precisely the most unacceptable thing about the abundance of the amount! Because this battle is to find morale, not to defeat morale.

Duan Xiulin and his troops suddenly changed direction, and just when the musketeers commanded by Ayintu, who had been fighting several rounds of gunfire from the guard battalions of the 1st and 3rd Divisions, completely collapsed, Duan Xiulin outflanked him from the side.

Wei Baocheng gritted his teeth, he looked back, but he couldn't see the position of the follow-up troops, the mortar gun's fire, and the smoke had completely obscured his vision. "Tell the guard battalion to keep them going. On the left, let's block the Qing army—"

"Beep ......"

In the sharp whistle, the first battalion of the 1st Garrison Division completed the rapid assembly on the battlefield, and according to the meaning of the battalion officer Wei Baocheng, a thin and strange array of '=1=' was quickly arranged.

There were four or five thousand men and horses under Duan Xiulin, who quickly inserted from the oblique place, and were not greeted by the artillery of the Fu Han army, and the morale was good and well preserved, and the musketeers were at least six or seven percent, but there was a lack of flintlock guns, and there was no artillery in the ranks, but a group of guns and cannons. Now this batch of guns and cannons has been taken to the front by him.

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

The mortar artillery unit fired flowering shells with all its might, not wide and sparse, but dense and concentrated, and twenty or thirty cannons bombarded all at one point, Duan Xiulin watched as one of his vanguard battalions turned into a fester.

"Beep ......"

When the whistle sounded, two horizontal columns on the left and right started to move towards Duan Xiulin's army, and Wei Baocheng himself still held a team of troops like a column, pulling behind the big one.

"Come on, give me a ......" The rough roar of the officers resounded in the Qing army's formation.

The front of the Fu Han Army is so thin, if you don't rush at this time, when will you wait?

"Kill, kill for this army. The first one to fall into battle, the official was promoted to the third level, and the reward was one hundred taels of gold......" At the critical moment, Duan Xiulin also took out a heavy reward. The official is promoted to the third level, and the reward is 100 taels of gold! Immediately poured a scoop of fire oil on the morale of the Qing army.

The sound of "bang-bang......" muskets rang out, and the neat platoon of guns fired the array of Qing troops' charge. A whole row of people fell in the sequence of the Qing soldiers' charge, but the number of people in this row was too small and too small compared to the number of Qing soldiers who charged. It's a small pebble thrown into the river, a splash of water, but the river still flows.

The shotgunners in the columns of the Qing army also began to stand still and began to shoot at the Fu Han army. It can be said that in the face of the array of the Fu Han Army, these Qing soldiers have bird guns in their hands, and some people pull the trigger from time to time during the charge, but it is not an array at all, many people just aim their guns at the side of the Fu Han Army and pull the trigger, or just raise the muzzle of the gun and fire it to cheer up themselves, and that's it.

"Beep!" Another shrill whistle.

The four tiger squatting cannons of the first battalion exploded, four white smoke rose in the array, and countless broken iron and nails were like fishing nets scattered along with the sound of the four cannons, enveloping the dense Qing soldiers. Behind them, the grenadiers stepped out of the array quickly, and small black dots flew out of their hands with the sound of their armor colliding.

The charging Qing soldiers screamed, and I don't know how many people fell to the ground in pain in an instant, and then dozens of grenades exploded, so that there were even more screamers.

Irregular broken iron corners, a rusty iron nail, these very inconspicuous things are sprayed by the explosive force of gunpowder, and as long as they hit the place, they can easily take the life of a person.

Flesh and blood can't stop their progress at all, as long as they touch the flesh, whether it is a broken iron horn or an iron nail, it can easily tear the clothes of the Qing soldiers and burrow into the flesh, turning upside down and deforming in their bodies, and a small fragment can 'roll' out a big wound.

The old man in front of Yang Si is a living example, a broken iron nail directly penetrated his belly, Yang Si watched Lao Cao holding his stomach and struggling desperately on the ground, letting out an inhuman scream, the obviously small wound on the stomach couldn't be blocked, and the gurgling blood kept coming out of it, Yang Si knew that the intestines in his stomach were afraid that they had been broken......

Yang Si, who was still full of promotion and fortune a moment ago, felt a burst of urine in his lower body. Dead people, especially familiar dead people, have always had a great impact on people.

"Rush, ......" Wei Baocheng picked up his waist knife, and a group of soldiers behind him picked up their muskets with bayonets on them, and slammed towards the Qing army with the blood tiger banner beckoning. The two thin two-column horizontal formations on the left and right turned into two-way columns, moving quickly towards the left and right of the Qing army......

The gunners of the four Tiger Squatting Guns clenched their grenades and rushed forward, and their mission in the attack was always only a momentary sound. If the situation of the Fu Han army is superior, they can carry the tiger squat cannon and go back leisurely, but the situation in the first battalion is not very bad now. The soldiers of the first battalion of the entire garrison division did not know that just now, the follow-up infantry line had just repelled a harassment by the Qing army's horse team, and six infantry battalions were braving the Qing army's artillery fire to rapidly reinforce the front army.

Huang Jie ordered the army to move forward! (To be continued.) )