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"Woo......"

There was a whistling of cannonballs overhead, and Chen Wei continued to shout to his pikemen to get ready, as if he hadn't heard it. The charging Qing cavalry was not routed by the serial platoon of the musket battalion outside.

After three rounds of neat rows of guns, the musket battalion on the outside quickly became a small phalanx, and there was no time to arrange a hollow array, it was an ordinary phalanx, the musketeers on the periphery had their bayonets straight, and the musketeers inside desperately threw grenades outward.

At the head of Chen Wei's camp was next to the musket battalion, and their battalion was second on the left flank.

As the battalion deputy, Chen Wei held a spear in his hand, leading the two teams of pikemen to prepare for the kill, the knife players and bombardiers behind them, how to arrange, how to fight, Chen Wei didn't care, he only needed to look at the two pikemen.

A terrible whistle sounded, and the horses of the Eight Banners galloped through the gaps in the five sturdy small phalanxes of the musket battalion. No matter how well-trained the horses are, they will be afraid in the face of the bayonet phalanx, and they will naturally run through the gap in the small phalanx. On the real battlefield, there will be no blindfolded scene for war horses in "Casting Names". Therefore, in the modern history of the West, cavalry units suddenly stopped their horses in the face of the bayonets of the infantry phalanx, or lingered in front of the formation.

"Tiger, tiger, tiger—"

Chen Wei raised his head and shouted, the pikemen of the two teams had been divided into six queues, and the two hundred soldiers chanted slogans, holding sharp spears and directly blocking the Eight Banners horse team that rushed over. In the face of the rapid attack of the horse team, if the three platoon shots could not stop the enemy, all they could do was to defend, whether it was a small phalanx or a hollow phalanx, it was not conducive to the play of firepower. So now they defend high and attack low. The heavy task of blocking the attack and killing of the Qing army's horse team fell on the armored battalion.

Two armies meet! The Eight Banners Horse Team that came with the momentum of thunder slammed into the pikemen phalanx with ten thousand powers! But the row of spears on the ground was like an insurmountable chasm! The first Eight Banners vest soldiers to take over the battle, all of them turned on their backs. The war horse hit the tip of the spear, rose in pain, and overturned the cavalry on its back! The accomplices behind collided one after another, and their huge impact force also caused the six small infantry phalanxes to collapse two at once! But in the same way, the impact of the Eight Banners Horse Team is also a hindrance!

Now is the time! The battalion officer of the A barracks behind Chen Wei opened his eyes violently, and he took the lead in rushing with a ghost-headed knife, shouting in his mouth: "Brothers! It's time to kill the Tartars! ”

The Eight Banners were blocked in the remaining phalanx of pikemen, and they lost their greatest weapon, speed.

Faced with the swarming armor soldiers, and the continuous fire of the musket battalion behind them, Chunshan's attack not only failed, but also brought all the Eight Banners horse team into danger.

Chen Wei pierced the ribs of an eight-banner vest soldier on the slope with a shot, and fell off the horse with the corpse! The Eight Banners vest soldier in front of him saw it and stabbed it horizontally! Chen Wei lowered his head, threw away his spear and squatted on the ground, pulled out his waist knife and swept it over! The war horse was cut off with a hoof cut off, and the side fell, and the flag soldier fell in front of Chen Wei! Just as he was about to chop off the head with a knife, another Eight Banners vest soldier rushed in front of him and slashed down with a knife, Chen Wei, who couldn't dodge, only had time to avoid his head, and was slashed on the shoulder with a knife, bleeding like an infusion. At this time, the subordinates beside him, with quick hands and feet, stabbed the flag soldier in the chest with a shot, saving Chen Wei's life. When Chen Wei grinned and retreated into the formation, and looked at the fallen flag soldier through the gap, he saw that the flag soldier had fallen motionless on the ground, and he didn't know who had pierced his cheek with a shot, and his white brains flowed out.

The charge of the Qing army's horse team was blocked, and there was a musket battalion behind it, and there were two or three hundred armored soldiers rushing up in front of him, and the yellow teeth of Chunshan's mouth were about to be crushed, "Go, retreat, retreat......" but still shouted that the horse team quickly retreated.

But it's easy to rush in, and it's a little difficult to exit again, the five small phalanxes of the musket battalion have become five standard hollow phalanxes at this time, and after the seven or eight hundred Eight Banners Horse Team escaped from the battlefield, they did a rough count, and only five hundred remained. Chunshan himself was lucky to be unscathed.

In the rear of the Qing army, Hailancha closed his eyes in disappointment, but in an instant he regained his murderous aura. He asked people to pass a message to Xu Yongan, Xu Yongan was the general soldier of Zhili Daiming Town who came from the South Road to reinforce, and his troops were lined up by Hailancha behind the death battalion and Shandong Lian Yong, and they were also 'pressing' for the death battalion and Lian Yong. "This battle is related to the fortune of the country, the forward soldiers and horses are important, and General Xu is shouldering a heavy responsibility, hoping to live up to the grace of God!"

Their former army is cannon fodder, but when the Qing army is already at a disadvantage, even cannon fodder is more valuable to die.

The left flank of the front army of the Fu Han army, which had defeated the raid of the Qing army's horse team, quickly returned to its original state. The battle was won, which made the morale of the Fu Han army even higher, and the singing voice was louder.

Fu Chun, the commander-in-chief of the Qing army's artillery team, looked at Fernandez with warm eyes, and said with anticipation: "Fell, the rebels are getting closer and closer, can our artillery battalion be severely damaged if it is replaced with flowering shells?" "Fernandez's name is too long for the Chinese, and Fuchun only calls him Fer.

Fernández's expression was solemn, he put down the binoculars, and said solemnly to Fuchun: "Your Excellency." The terrain in front of you is flat, which guarantees the accuracy of the shelling. But their horizontal ranks were very loose and ......, but the infantry marched forward in formation, the march was slow, and the targets were huge, and many shells could still bombard them, causing some damage to their ranks. Flesh and blood cannot withstand the bombardment of artillery, and I think that after the continuous shelling, their morale will be very low......"

Fernandez suggested that Fuchun divide the artillery into three waves, taking turns to bombard the musketeers.

The Manchus themselves also produced flowering shells, but just like the previous Fu Han army, the production process was clear, but the quality of the products could not be ensured, so the trustworthy ones were the ones that were distributed when the Portuguese sold cannons.

The bombardment of these flowering shells was personally controlled by Fernández, with twelve twelve-pounder bronze cannons.

"Fire!"

Fernandez personally confirmed the distance and the height of the firing angle, and when the front army of the Fu Han army entered the first three miles of the Qing army, he muttered frantically.

The thunderclap of artillery roared loudly, a whistling sound sounded, and a large puff of white smoke rose from the Qing army's position. Twelve twelve-pounder bronze cannons spewed fierce flames in turn towards the front.

The front army of the Fu Han army is still marching in large numbers.

Chen Wei was wrapped in gauze on his shoulders and held a knife in his hand, still standing at the front of the battalion. He had just jumped over a ravine a few feet wide, which was supposed to be a drinking canal in the fields, which had now dried up to reveal cracked loess.

After crossing the ravine, he shouted at the pikemen to keep the line in line, and the collision with the Eight Banners reduced the pikemen of both teams by a third. Many of the wounded soldiers were still breathing as they moved forward, but when the battle was over, all that was left might be the cold corpses.

The impact of the horse is very strong and powerful, and some people are not injured on the outside, but they lie on the ground and cannot move, which is a direct manifestation of the damage to the internal organs. In the process of marching just now, there were two warriors who looked intact and fell to the ground as they walked, bleeding from their mouths and noses......

Like the musketeers, the battalion marched in a sparse formation, with a distance of two feet and five feet between each team, and five feet between each soldier.

Looking at it, the array of the Fu Han army seemed to stretch to the horizon, and it was impossible to see the end with the naked eye.

A chilling whistling sound came to the front, and with a loud bang, an iron bullet weighing more than ten catties hit the ground dozens of steps away in front of the right, setting off a large cloud of black mud and messy grass, and the cannon jumped towards the array of the Fu Han army.

The speed obviously doesn't look fast, but in fact, the cannon is in front of you in the blink of an eye, and you can't dodge. The cannon slashed diagonally across the array, killing one and wounding the two pikemen.

Chen Wei gritted his teeth, and the team did not make any fluctuations, and continued to move forward.

The artillery roared, and more and more shells were fired at the Qing army and the Fu Han army array, and Li Mingxing was still unharmed. Compared with when he went out of Shandong, he was only slightly thinner, and his eyes were a little brighter. In fact, Li Mingxing's biggest change is his heart, how much he hated the Fu Han Army and the Mixed Yuan Sect Army when he was in Shandong, and now he hates the Qing court and the Qing army.

After Liu Yong's death, Shandong Lianyong, who was forced internally and externally, was carved up and devoured, and they really became substitutes for the dead on the battlefield and cannon fodder for the guns and cannons of the Fu Han army. Li Mingxing's subordinates originally had three or four hundred Lian Yong, and he could directly call out many people there. But now there are only about 100 people left in the three or four hundred hometown soldiers, but they are still forced to rush into battle by inhuman officers and soldiers. He wanted to learn from Feng Zhenggang, but he didn't dare to ......

A cannonball from the Fu Han army also smashed a few steps in front of him, the earth seemed to tremble a few times, and the flying dirt and grass splashed on Li Mingxing's armor, leaving a deep hole. Li Mingxing's heart and liver were beating violently, and when the cannonball landed in front of his eyes, he was going to be stupid. Fortunately, this cannonball didn't bounce ...... fly, no, it was a flowering shell, and the cast iron shell on the outside of the cannonball was directly flattened, no wonder it plunged into the ground and didn't fly.

When passing by, Li Mingxing deliberately looked at the pothole a few times, and was secretly frightened, if this shell exploded, he was so close, he was really going to die.

He made up his mind, and the artillery of the Fu Han army put a lot of pressure on them, but he now has only one belief - to return to Shandong with his fellow villagers. And then he himself will never work for the Tartars again. These dogs don't look at them as human beings.

It's just that along the way, many of the shells on both sides missed, but there were also some shells, which caused casualties to the armies on both sides.

Whether it is live ammunition or flowering bullets, flesh and blood cannot stop the cannonballs from raging, and any real egg can destroy the withering and decaying slaughter of the crowd, and it is effortless to open a flesh and blood alley; The shrapnel ejected from the explosion of any flowering bullet can easily pierce the cotton armor, iron armor, and even steel armor on the body...... (To be continued.) )