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"Dog Tartar!"

Gao Pengyue hatefully scolded the front line where the fighting was becoming more and more intense, while anxiously hoping that the artillerymen of the Fu Han army would be more tenacious and more aggressive, he walked up and down in front of a chest wall, the Qing army was now completely overwhelmed by the Fu Han army on the south road, but the time was at least one hour before the dawn.

Suddenly, the soldiers beside him shouted: "Command be careful." A tiger pounced and threw Gao Pengyue down.

Gao Pengqi hasn't come back to his senses yet,

With a bang, a twelve-pound solid iron ball slammed into the chest wall behind him, and the chest wall made of large blue bricks was immediately punched out of a big gap, and the chaotic stone [turned its head] and flew out. Several of the pro-soldiers beside him covered their heads and faces and rolled to the ground, screaming loudly.

"Is the conductor alright?"

The soldier who knocked down Gao Pengyue hurriedly got up, helped Gao Pengyue up, and asked nervously.

"It's okay, I'm fine......" Gao Pengyue got up, looked at the chest wall behind him, and secretly shouted that it was dangerous. But on the face he didn't show it at all. He firmly rejected the influx of pro-soldiers' suggestions that he should retreat.

Gao Pengyue ordered the soldiers to help the wounded Qing soldiers down for treatment. gasped for a few breaths, and pressed the beating heart and liver back into his chest, thinking about Chen Ming's order: Dawn, dawn. How can he keep his troops up until dawn?

At this moment, a soldier on the lookout suddenly shouted: "Commander, look, the Tartars have increased their troops again......"

Gao Pengyue hurriedly climbed up to the lookout and looked, only to see that in the eastern field of the front line of the Fu Han Army, a large number of torches suddenly appeared, and the torches were connected together as if a swarm of moving fireflies. Gao Pengyue's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and spit out three words: "Dog Tartar." ”

The crowd of black pressure came over, and countless Qing soldiers came with swords and cards. Swords, guns, shields are always more useful in the dark than shotguns.

Gao Pengyue's face was pale, he felt that this wave of offensive was ......, and it was likely that the front line would not be able to hold on.

After hesitating for a moment, Gao Pengyue suddenly shouted: "Brothers, come with me and kill—"

At this moment, the drumbeat of the Qing army on the opposite side suddenly sounded like thunder, as if thousands of people shouted, and countless people rushed to the defense line of the Fu Han army.

On the main position of the Qing army, Hailancha's generals were under the banner. Below Hailancha himself, the ten junior generals are ranked second.

Looking at the impact of thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, Hailancha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart, which could hardly be suppressed.

The deputy capital of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion, Tong Chunshan, took the opportunity to boast: "Congratulations to Lord Hai, this battle will definitely be able to go down with one drum." ”

Hailancha laughed immodestly, and the victory on the battlefield of the South Road seemed to be his own soon.

……

The remnants of the artillery of the Han Army on the southern road are still firing, and at the same time, the tiger squat artillery in the camp is also bombarding with all its might. The former is shot with shotguns, each of which can cover a large area; The latter was also shotgun, the most primitive shotgun, hundreds of stones and pieces of iron erupted, and the coverage was even better than that of the shotgun.

The Qing soldiers who can hit every cannon are rushing to the wolves, and the Qing soldiers who can be hit by every cannon are flying with flesh and blood, and they have suffered heavy casualties.

But there were too many Qing troops.

Seeing the thousands of Eight Banner soldiers pouring up, Gao Pengyue sighed, beckoned a personal soldier over, and asked him to quickly send a message back, the South Road may be ...... here, no, it will definitely not last until the dawn.

The next thing is hand-to-hand fighting, Gao Pengyue of course knows what kind of loss is the fight between the Fu Han army on the south road and the Qing army wearing cotton armor, melee fighting, the Fu Han army on the south road only relies on grenades, but how far is the range of grenades, can it block for a few minutes? Hand-to-hand combat is indispensable, and the Southern Route Army has already lost this battle. "Go and report to the Governor of Dadu......" Gao Pengyue clenched the knife in his hand. Defeat is inevitable. But he'll definitely stick it out until the end.

The news was quickly transmitted to Chen Ming......

Chen Ming immediately sent two main battalions to the south road to meet the defeated troops, Hailancha had already led the army to break through the defense line of the south road, and was about to cross the Yunyan River, interspersed with the rear of Jiangyan Town.

"Tang Wencan, have you seen Commander Gao?"

Tang Wencan, who had an extra bloody mouth on his face, saw the head of the main battalion coming to respond, and tears flowed down his eyes, the loss of his battalion in this battle was too miserable. Just as he was about to salute the battalion officer, the latter hurriedly stopped him and asked about Gao Pengyue's whereabouts.

"Didn't Commander Gao turn his head back?" Tang Wencan was shocked. The battalion officer of the main battalion who asked him was also shocked.

……

On the banks of the Yunyan River, a battalion of Fu Han musketeers had entered a state of combat readiness, with flintlock pistols behind the breastwork and fences, and to their left and right and behind them, there was also a battalion of armored soldiers and a team of two or three hundred horses. This is all the strength of the Fu Han army behind the garrison of Jiangyan Town.

At this time, the artillery of the Qing army was still bombarding, and the solid iron balls hit the water or the breastwork fence, or the neat queue of the Fu Han army...... screaming one after another. Although the officers and men of the Fu Han Army were nervous, the array was not chaotic at all, and the main force of the Fu Han Army was well-trained and absolutely reliable.

With the rapid sound of artillery of the Qing army, countless Qing soldiers rushed over the pontoon bridge built on the Yunyan River with shields.

The Qing army divided its troops into several ways and crossed the river from many different sections, and he himself urged a small part of the troops to thunder and not rain in this section of the Fu Han army, only bluffing. By the time the Fu Han army couldn't help but release the horse team in their hands, some of the Qing soldiers in other positions had already crossed the Yunyan River.

When the assembled Qing army forced back the Fu Han army and horses, and then pressed towards the rear of Jiangyan Town, the well-guarded camp on the edge of the Yunyan River became the first camp they wanted to open.

The Fu Han army here only has a few six cannons, and they are all three-catty cannons, but there are flying thunder cannons, and there are also tiger squat cannons. They are not a new battalion on the south bank, as the old battalion of the Fu Han army, of course they will be equipped with a flying thunder artillery group when the war starts. Chen Ming believed that they also had the ability to erase all traces of the Flying Thunder Cannon when they were defeated.

Tiger squat cannons, flying thunder cannons, grenades, large clouds of smoke rose up, and the flames of the explosion were mixed with countless shrapnel flying in all directions.

The first to rush towards this camp was still the death battalion and Shandong Lianyong.

Although the death battalion is a force to send to death, his battalion officer is a genuine full army flag, and he also carries hundreds of elites by his side as his support for the bullet and suppression of the sergeants.

Seeing the surging tide of the soldiers of the death battalion, it seemed that they had touched the waves of the 10,000-year-old reef, and they slapped up in waves, turning into powder in waves. He sneered: "This army is quite tenacious, I wonder if it is the elite of the thief army?" Beat the drums and cheer on our army! Keep those Nikans on the offensive! ”

The battalion commander of the death battalion did not regard his soldiers as human beings at all, as can be seen from the fact that he opened his mouth to refer to the Han people with the word 'Nikan'.

So the fate of the death camp is spoiled. And along with the death camp, there are also the practitioners of Shandong.

Qingzhou Battalion, Liu Yong's descendant unit, since Liu Yong's death, has lost all the original special honor of 'Chinese Army'. Is Liu Yong from Qingzhou? When Zhang Gu sent Liu Yong's coffin back to Shandong, the Qingzhou battalion and Liu Yong's pro-military camp were divided into three parts after several twists and turns, and one of them was assigned to the Xiaocai battalion. The leader is called Li Mingxing, who was born in Wuju.

Hearing the sound of war drums behind him thundering again, Li Mingxing burst into tears, these are his fathers and fellow villagers, a fighting township brave regiment is not only composed of tenants and poor people, but also has strong relatives and clans to serve as the head of the middle and grassroots soldiers, such a township brave can fight a tough battle.

Behind the current Qingzhou regimental training is Guo Da, the former prefect of Fengxiang, and now this prefect has become a guest in Tongchunshan, the deputy capital of the Xiaocai battalion, and this three or four hundred people have to become the substitute ghost of the Xiaocai battalion.

In the previous impact, they lost nearly 100 people, and Li Mingxing's own brothers all died in the battle. But what can they do now? Don't you listen to orders? The musketeers behind him were able to kill a group of their own people in no time.

"Up!" Li Mingxing gave the order with a gloomy expression and waved his hand. When the right hand fell, the skin on his face, which had not yet dried up, was wet with tears again. Rushing again, how many of Li Mingxing's people can survive?

The Great War continues.

Over the next two quarters of an hour, two more Elite Warriors were thrown into battle. How many times in history have the army besieged the city and lost by the defeat of the outnumbered army defending the fortified city?

The death camp and Lian Yong rushed twice in a quarter of an hour, and Li Mingxing was lucky to be unscathed. But how many outsiders know about the pain in his heart? Only those closest to him could see Li Mingxing's painfully distorted face.

Li Mingxing had no strength, although he was unharmed, his heart was like a knife, making him just want to sit on the ground with his buttocks.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of horses' hooves, and saw the battalion officer of the death battalion running in front of them with a few people.

"What? Still ahead! Li Mingxing gritted his teeth and asked angrily. I've never seen a war like this. As a martial artist, Li Mingxing has also read military books and strategies, and he also knows a little bit about history books, in China's thousands of years of war history, no one can win a battle like this!

What answered him was a sharp arrow that hit his toes, and the remaining Lian Yong of the Qingzhou camp surged, hiding Li Mingxing in the middle.

"Faithful." There was a hint of banter on the corner of the mouth of the camp officer.

Everyone hated him to death, but when they saw the 1,000-8 Banners New Army with loaded guns behind the battalion officer, as well as a large number of Eight Banners Horse Team, although everyone hated him in their hearts, they never dared to disobey the order. Now in front of the formation, it is the Eight Banners Infantry Cavalry who slaughtered everyone in front of the formation, and if they didn't listen to the order, they even directly said that they all died in the formation, and everything could be wiped out.

"Dog Tartar! Come to a sticky end! At this moment, I don't know how many people are cursing like this in their hearts.

And then what awaited them was another rout.

Li Mingxing and others had no choice but to issue another order to attack the soldiers of the death battalion and Lian Yong Ding Yong, who had retreated. But this time, it stabbed the hornet's nest.

More than 1,000 soldiers from the death battalion plus two or three thousand Shandong Lian Yong fought the battle of the South Road, and then fought the current camp, seeing that the sky was bright, the sun showed its face, and the morning fog was thinned by three points, they were still fighting. Look at the people who died around them, there were not a thousand but eight hundred, and when the sky was bright, the muskets of the thieves were more accurate, and they were afraid that they would be all finished in a moment.

The vast majority of them are practicing bravery, and seventy or eighty percent of the people in the death camp are also practicing bravery. What are they doing as Ding Yongtu? The first defended the township, and the second made a fortune. But how much money do they get in the palm of their hands? Can it be compared to the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty? Can you compare with those Eight Banners Masters?

Neither. And since they can't do all of them, then why should they work harder than the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty and the masters of the Eight Banners? Whoever wants to be a martyr of the Qing Dynasty will die, grandma, can't go on like this.

Whether it is the head of the training chief soldier or the ordinary Ding Yong, there are complaints in the team. Li Mingxing and the others couldn't hold back the bullets, so they had to explain the reason to the battalion officials. The battalion officer's face was already pale, and he suddenly made an astonishing move! Urging the war horse, galloping in front of the head of a brave soldier, the sword fell in his hand, only to see the head fall to the ground, and the blood mist that spewed up made the noisy soldiers immediately silent! (To be continued.) )