"Damn! It's a thunderbolt—"

This name is already known to Qing Bing. Tonight, Chen Jiajun started from the southwest and successively broke through two Qing soldiers' outer village camps that were west and south respectively, and then Chen Ming 'blindly' led the troops to attack the main camp of the Qing soldiers.

As the main camp of the Qing army where Yongrui, Fuyong and other bigwigs are located, the defensive power is much stronger than the outer camps, and the troops are abundant, and there are many people. However, the strength of the fortifications has not been qualitatively improved. No matter how strong the camp is, it is only a civil structure, which is so vulnerable to the flying thunder artillery.

The bombs of the Flying Thunder Cannon, the Flying Thunder Cannon, the Flying Thunder Cannon are not bombs at all, but the entire explosive package that has been thrown over, and the tremendous power can often 'shred' the arm-thick fence and the one-foot-thick breastwall like tissue paper.

There are still trenches outside the Qing army camp, and their fortifications can create some trouble for the attacking Chen army, but the simple, light and fast-moving flying thunder cannon can play a huge role under the cover of night, and the huge ones are beyond people's imagination and beyond the psychological defense line of the Qing soldiers.

Yongrui was extremely angry at this thing, if there was no flying thunder cannon and a black light, how could the camp of the Qing soldiers be so easily pierced by the Chen family's army? What made him even more angry was that it was clear that the Chen family army had begun to attack the main camp, but the various camps on the periphery of the Qing army continued to close their gates. The Chen Jiajun destroyed the two camps of the Qing soldiers in an hour and a half, and the ghost knows if it will ambush the Chen Jiajun halfway when the main camp is reinforced in the military village?

The Chen family's army, which burst out with full combat strength in the night, frightened the Qing soldiers and the outer military villages.

Besides, the three battalions in the front, middle and back of the main camp of the Qing soldiers are connected, and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses are deployed.

Yongrui was counting on Fuyong, and Fuyong looked at the back camp in the southwest corner, and was still unwilling to move troops wantonly, only hoping that Zhao Yongji, the deputy general of the Xiangyang City garrison, could deal with it and beat the attacking Chen Jiajun out of the camp. Of course, Fuyong has not received Zhao Yongji's request for help so far, which is also a major reason why he did not move.

Deng Yun fit and collided, knocking the big shield on the opposite side out, revealing the shield behind the shield Qing soldier, the knife in his hand touched the Qing soldier's neck, but he couldn't care about the west when he looked at the east. Deng Yun killed the Qing soldier with a thick wooden shield in front of him, and the rattan card in his hand was also slammed by the rest of the Qing soldiers. He didn't even have time to see what weapon smashed the rattan card in his hand.

"Hah!" There was a burst of cheers in his ears, and Deng Yun felt that the force on the rattan card was violently sent. He rolled and stood up, and saw his team officer Gao Pingshan lose the rattan card, holding two spears tightly with his left arm, and swinging a knife with his right arm to chop and chop.

I don't know when the people in Deng Yun's class have been separated from him by a certain distance, but he is a strict team officer on weekdays, and he shows the same courage on the battlefield as he usually does, and Deng Yun's elite advance can't get rid of him.

Deng Yun, who stood up, rushed towards the Qing soldiers with a knife and a brand, Gao Pingshan let go of the two spears he was holding under his arm, and the knife in his hand was thrown forward violently, and he had already grasped a spear in his left hand. The head of the spear was almost Deng Yun's rattan card and thrust it into the opposite side, and the spear was already withdrawn between breaths, and a three-foot blood fountain splashed over the opposite side.

Fighting with white knives, the Xiangyang City garrison is not the opponent of the Chen family's army, but Zhao Yongji can always insist on not shouting rescue, this is not Zhao Yongji's brainlessness, nor is it that Zhao Yongji has a secret hand in ambush, but Chen Ming did not attack the rear camp with all his strength at all. He did detach a lot of troops to ambush in the dark, and he always kept the right battalion of the guards and the tank battalion by his side.

The spear picks and stabs, the sword and shield slash and kill, and the force that was really used by Chen Ming to attack the Qing soldiers' rear camp was only one battalion, a complete, wolf-like armored battalion.

No matter how garbage the garrison of Xiangyang City is, relying on the advantages of the fortifications and troops in the camp, it can also withstand the rush of this battalion. The night also had an impact on the Chen army, the most important thing was that they attacked the barracks instead of the field, and cleared the fences, horses and ditches in the barracks, so that they changed from fighting in formations to a large chaotic battle with squads and platoons as the formation, which reduced the power of the armor soldiers to a certain extent.

"Yongrui, this dog thing is really calm." Chen Ming scolded fiercely, his choice seemed to be wrong. It is not necessary to directly attack the battalion of the Qing soldiers at all, but to pull out the 'nails' on the periphery of the Qing troops one by one. Little by little, the morale of the Qing soldiers was defeated.

The team has already entered the rear camp, Yongrui is still holding his troops, does Chen Ming dare to continue to mobilize troops to attack the rear camp of the Qing soldiers? He's afraid he's going to be copied back.

The soldiers retreated from the rear camp of the Qing soldiers, and their morale dropped slightly, and Chen Ming didn't need to feel it 'inside' to feel it. It's just that this drop is only 100 to 80 morale, which is still very good overall, much better than the Qing soldiers on the other side.

Chen Ming did not choose to turn around and go home, but directly launched an attack on the Qing army village on the other periphery. Or the Flying Thunder Cannon to open the way.

As early as after this thing was brought out, Chen Ming felt that this thing would be more lethal at night than during the day. The darkness of the night gives the Flying Thunder Cannon the best cover, and the light weight allows them to move at any time and wreak havoc on the enemy. And with the cannon level of this era, there is no threat to it at all. Such a thing with a firing range of only one hundred and ten meters is fearless, except for rifled guns.

"Damn! It's a thunderbolt again—"

Yongrui said almost the same thing, but with the addition of the word 'again'.

Chen Jiajun defeated the third military village, and Chen Ming was satisfied to collect his troops and return to the camp, while the direction of the Qing army camp was lively all night. They were to collect the defeated soldiers of the three battalions, and they had to count the losses of the rear battalions.

Chen Ming felt that he could take five or six hundred Qing soldiers by breaking three Qing barracks, and with the rush of the rear battalion, the loss of 1,000 Qing soldiers would not be enough, and 800 people would be indispensable. But how many casualties did Chen Jiajun have? Is there a hundred? He couldn't say for sure right now. He only knew that in the battle after the Qing soldiers, the corpses left by the Chen family army would not exceed twenty.

After returning to the Rolling Henan Camp, Chen Ming systematically sorted out the gains of the night, and felt that he was fighting an unfair battle with the Qing soldiers as if he had a bug. The flying thunder cannon and Chen Jiajun's super melee ability complement each other and complement each other. Chen Ming is now playing night battles with the Qing soldiers, and he really has a greater advantage than during the day, and it is even better than the best situation he imagined.

The resistance and vigilance of the army in this era to night combat were far heavier than Chen Ming thought.

ps: The state is not good. This chapter is so poorly written/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~