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The smell of gunpowder smoke floated in the sky.

The Fu Han army had already stopped, because the Qing army on the opposite side was only twenty or thirty zhang away from them, and the first column of more than 600 Fu Han musketeers raised their muskets in their hands. On the other side, the Qing army sequence was filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke, as well as the roar of the officers.

"Whole team, whole team, ready to fight."

That voice was heard clearly even by the Fu Han Army.

In the open space between the two armies, there were large pieces of 'corpses' poured down by the black, and the Fu Han army did not know whether these people were alive or dead. Many people have seen with their own eyes that a flowering bullet fell to the ground, and the 'corpse' that was lying motionless on the ground turned into a big living person jumping around in the next second, and even crawled away. After running away for ten or twenty steps, he suddenly fell to the ground as if he had been shot. And the people in the ditch, you said that you pretended to be dead and honestly lay on the ground, and before you showed your head, like a frightened turtle, you glanced at it, and immediately shrank back.

These people, just pray for the defeat of the Qing army. If the Qing army won the battle, they would have to slaughter them in return. Xu Yongan, the chief soldier of Daming Town, didn't have to pretend to be dead, and led the remaining one or two thousand green battalions in his hand to guard the flank of the Qing army's musketeers.

"Ready!"

"Ready!"

"Aim at the target!"

In the midst of the officers' orders, the dense muskets of the Fu Han army and others were flipped down, and under the banners flying in the cold wind, the black muzzles were aimed at the front.

"Shoot!"

The sound of gunfire like bursting beans rang for a long time, row after row, after the baptism of shells, it was time for the platoon of guns to shoot, and the soldiers of the Fu Han Army were in a relaxed mood. The gunsmoke gushed out of the chamber, and a series of screams came out from the Qing army array on the opposite side, and the rows of Qing musketeers fell sluggishly, and they also reflexively aimed at the Fu Han army and pulled the trigger, but the effect of the non-scale salvo was much worse. With just five volleys, the Qing army's array was like a peeled onion, full of dead corpses and those wounded soldiers who were only injured but not dead, one by one falling to the ground and struggling in pain.

The blood stained the ground below, the terrible screams and the continuous fire of the mortar cannon in the back, the five thousand musketeers could not hold it at the beginning, and now how can the musketeers who have been defeated for a while and reorganized be able to support it?

If it weren't for Hailancha's cruel words, Chunshan would have been eyeing the withdrawn team of five hundred horses, and they would have followed a large number of swords and spearmen behind them, and the musketeers of the Qing army would have collapsed in the middle of the road.

The Fuhan musket is hugely powerful, the barrel is thick, and the cotton armor can be broken in a hundred steps, and if it is hit within fifty steps, the steel armor is also dead. As long as it hits, if it doesn't die, it is also seriously injured, but the accuracy is poor, but the 'block' of the Qing army is too big, and there are still those in the back who can't hit the front. Even if it becomes a stray bullet, it will be killed and maimed.

The entire Qing army array was in a commotion, no, it was a riot, and some conscientious officers were desperately suppressing, but compared to the chaotic group of soldiers, their efforts were like mantis arms as a car.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the musketeers of the five battalions of the Fuhan Army came to fire a salvo, more than 2,000 muskets, rows of guns and knives swept across the Qing army array, I don't know how many people died at this moment.

The Qing musketeers were routed.

But it doesn't matter, there are also cold weapons in the back.

In the flames of gunfire, the whole position was littered with corpses and wounded people who had fallen in one piece, and the yellow weeds beneath them were now dyed bright red......

There was a deafening explosion, and the mortar cannon would spew out thick smoke every time it was fired, and one after another flowering shells exploded, and the dense fragments of it sprayed out, and they all knocked down a large piece of it when they were swept away.

The Qing army was sandwiched with minced meat in the blood mist, and after the musketeers completely dispersed, the cold-armed soldiers of the Qing army, whose morale was wiped out twice when they launched two charges, also completely collapsed. Chen Ming had already sent a cavalry battalion to the battlefield, and another tank battalion had been sent to the southern battlefield, and he listened to the battle reports from the front line one after another, imagining the battlefield where thick smoke and fire flickered from time to time......

When the musketeers of the Qing soldiers were dispersed, would the Qing army, which was only left with cold weapons, be like in some film and television dramas, with large groups of soldiers rushing to kill, defeated, purely sending them to death, and sending them to death very heroically?

On the battlefield, Chen Qida breathed a sigh of relief, as the commander of this musket unit, he was really afraid that the two armies would have a musket duel. Because the fighting between firearms units is very brutal, and if the guns are fired against each other, both the enemy and the enemy will lose a lot of people. Chen Qi didn't care how many casualties the Qing army had, but if the musket battalion of the Han army suffered a big loss, he would die of distress.

As a close branch of the Chen family, Chen Qi's starting point is very high, he was the captain of the musket team formed by Chen Ming early, and then the battalion officer of the musket battalion, and was successfully promoted to the commander of the musket battalion. After Chen Ming gave up the position of teaching brigade commander, Chen Qi took the position.

Although he does not have the opportunity to be alone than Chen Yongsheng, Gao Pingshan, and Huang Jie, who doesn't know that the teaching brigade is the first main force of the Fu Han Army?

In this battle, Chen Ming used him as the commander of the musket battalion, and taught Huang Jie the command of the operation, and Chen Qi was not jealous. Who made him the senior officer who was most familiar with the musket unit in the entire Fuhan army, and he was also the officer who was the most proficient in dispatching the musket unit. This ability is envied by others, but it can't be envied.

Chen Qi, who had been leading the musket troops in the musket unit, was emotionally unwilling to see the musket unit of the Fu Han Army suffer heavy losses. Now he's happy with the effect. The musket battalion of the Fu Han army was completely abusive, and the Qing army's musketeers were about to fight, and the array was not neatly arranged, and the casualties caused to the Fu Han army were drizzle.

Countless Qing soldiers were screaming and fleeing backwards, and the musketeers of the five battalions of the Fu Han Army were still firing. But Chen Qi felt that the time for the charge had come.

"Wan Sheng!" From the rear came the sound of a charging horn.

It seems that Huang Jie also thinks that the time has come to charge, Chen Qi chuckled and ordered, the front army troops no longer have to line up in a neat queue and watch the Qing army flee. Whether it was a musketeer or a soldier, everyone shouted, and the fleeing Qing army launched a pursuit.

The eight battalions of the front army of the Fu Han Army were like a torrent, their spears, broadswords, and bayonets stuck in the muzzle of their guns, shining sharply in the sun.

Streams of heat rose in their chests, and the joy of victory filled their bodies with strength after the battle. The fatigue disappeared completely, and the soldiers of the Fu Han Army with bayonets and spears were the tigers that came down the mountain, chasing a rabbit with no backhand.

"Hold on!" Xu Yong'an was stunned and roared angrily, he was shocked that the main force of the Qing army was defeated so quickly, but he also had to drink the remnants of the Daiming Town to kill from the side to reinforce. It must be resisted, otherwise the elite of the Qing army's southward march will be finished.

Xu Yongan personally took his own town mark to kill, this town mark is also the most sophisticated army in the town of Daimyo, when the town of Daimyo blocked the guns of the musketeers behind, Xu Yongan was not willing to let the town mark be on it. Now that the steel is used on the blade, it is better to die in hand-to-hand combat than to be a substitute for the dead.

Xu Yongan had heard of the name of the musketeers of the Fu Han army, how many green battalions were easily defeated by this army, their platoon guns on the battlefield were more proficient than the nine-in-ten consecutive large array when they knew how to exercise, and they charged with white blades, and their hand-to-hand combat ability was fierce. Legend has it that the New Army of the Eight Banners was imitated after this unit.

But for the sake of self-esteem, Xu Yongan, who was born in Wubangyan, always felt that the bayonet was not as good as the big knife and spear, and now it was finally not a bullet flying around, Xu Yongan, who was holding the big knife in his hand, held back his strength to compare with the musketeers of the Fu Han Army, which was better than the bayonet or the real knife and real gun.

However, after a short time of fighting, Xu Yong's strength in his head had disappeared, and then endless chills swelled up.

It's too poisonous, it's too ruthless!

This is Xu Yongan's most direct impression of the bayonet battle of the musketeers of the Fu Han army. One punch and one stab, strong and powerful, specifically to the throat, heart and other vital parts to greet, but also not afraid of death. And in the fight, a group of several people, a group of several people, there are assassinations and defenses, and they are not completely fighting. The men and horses of Daimyo Town faced them, and they lost three points first.

The cooperation of these musketeers arrays is extremely skillful, and they can always skillfully form a situation of fighting more and less, and the rescue response of teammates is also quite in place, or accurate and timely. One by one, they were in the shape of an inverted product, and the queue of small three talents swept wildly, knocking over many men who thought they were outstanding in the town mark of the famous town one by one, and the casualties of the two sides were amazing.

Especially those armor-clad Fu Han musketeers, not to mention the outstanding assassination ability, but also very good at using armor protection, often make a knife for a knife to fight for a life, they rely on the protection of armor, bold assassination, often at the cost of minor injuries or no injuries to the result of a strong martial arts Qing soldiers. Moreover, the conversion and cooperation of various queues are also arbitrary, and against them, the Qing soldiers can only be described as miserable.

The sound of the Storm Horn did not stop for a moment. The front army of the Fu Han army completely overwhelmed the Qing army troops on the opposite side, Huang Jie quickly reinforced with four battalions, and the war drums in the rear shook the Quartet.

Huang Jie rode on horseback, his face full of pride. He won this battle, and he won it easily.

There is no exact count of the number of casualties in the whole army, but Huang Jie thinks it will not exceed 1,500. And the results he achieved in this battle were at least able to annihilate most of the elite of the Qing army.

The troops on the South Road still failed to block the other side of the Yunyan River, and after listening to the report of the scouts, the Qing army even built another pontoon bridge over the Yunyan River, and he had already quickly transmitted the news to the Dadu Governor. As for Luo Daliang's sailors to make a second attack, it is too late, then it depends on the will of God.

"Tell the cavalry battalion, look at the dead Tartar's horse team, as long as I look at the dead Tartar's horse team, I can still draw two more battalion heads into the pursuit......" Huang Jie shouted loudly to the herald beside him. The artillery team is already following up, no longer firing artillery, the current battlefield, the only thing that can pose a threat to the artillery team in the rear of the Fu Han Army is the Qing Army's Eight Banners Horse Team, as long as Chen Kaishan can see that horse team to death, now as a guard guarding the four battalion heads of the two artillery positions, at least half of them can be drawn......

"Miao Fuwei should also have a move? Could it be that the Qing army on the front is ruthless? After the herald left, Huang Jie muttered in his mouth. (To be continued.) )