"When marching and fighting, accidents are always inevitable!"

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of steaming strong tea, at this time, his expression seemed relatively calm, without any panic at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Since 7 years ago, Sui Xiangrong chased and suppressed Long Hair, and he is already experienced in a hundred battles, so naturally he will not have any sense of panic for the changes in front of him.

Then he looked at the surrounding town rulers and said:

"According to the order given to us by the marshal, it is to kill from the flank of the Han rebellion, and now it is only ten miles away from the Han rebellion, if it is not discovered by them, it is abnormal, since it has been discovered by them, it is easy to do, it is nothing more than a strong attack! It's just a bombardment of the cannon, what's there to worry about! ”

When you're done, stand still for a few seconds before sitting down.

The commanders of the towns suddenly floated, and then talked to each other.

"It's not easy to do, let's attack, they defend, even if it's bombarded with artillery, as long as they hold it, it will be difficult for the big marshal to do it!"

"That's not necessarily, plus the handsome, we are nearly 100,000 people! How many people are rebellious? There are more than 60,000 in the sky, and we are almost two to one! ”

"That is, this battle has killed more than 60,000 Han rebels, and in less than two years, they can't breathe at all!"

"Still panting, when the time comes, let's take advantage of the victory to take Henan and northern Jiangsu, and then go straight to Jiangning, and rebuild the Jiangnan camp in Xiaoling, just like in the past......"

Because part of the troops led by He Chun came from the Jiangnan battalion. There will always be some "honor" of yesterday when speaking, although the Jiangnan camp has already been breached.

"I just don't know how the big handsome is doing!"

"But no, we were blocked here, and I don't know what the situation is on the big handsome's side!"

"Both sides pressed over at the same time, I still don't believe it, that thief has three heads and six arms, can he still stop us?"

As they spoke, the explosion of shells could be faintly heard in the air, as well as the salvo of rifles.

"Fast, fast......"

Holding a rifle, when shooting at the enemy, Tian Chengliang roared while loading the rifle, in front of him, the Qing army lined up with the beat of the drum, marching towards this side, their line is a typical European line, although people are constantly knocked down by bullets, but they have not been able to stop their line.

Perhaps, the foreign rifle team cannot be compared with the European powers, but after the training of Western officers, this army has always had a bit of the appearance of modern European armies. Even in the rain of bullets, they still numbly marched forward, allowing the people around them to be knocked to the ground by bullets.

Sou......

With a sharp whistle, a solid cannonball smashed into the line from the front row, and the soldiers in the front row didn't even have time to let out a cry of pain, and a large hole was punched in the body, and several soldiers behind were also pierced through the body by the cannonball, even if a soldier was very unfortunate enough to be grazed by the cannonball, it was also broken flesh and bones, and when he screamed and fell, the soldiers on the left and right took his place.

Numbness!

In the eyes of Westerners, these once insensitive countrymen have become the best soldiers in the era of the line - their numb fear of power, servility makes them dare not disobey the orders of the officials, like rows of puppets, numb under the command of the officials, marching forward. There is a big look, and no one can stop it.

But in fact, when most of the soldiers were advancing under the rain of bullets, in the line column, those officers who were supposed to play the role of soul seemed a little hesitant.

Officers have always been the soul of the army, and for these officers, they have no self-knowledge of honor at all, but now they are still persistent, but from the occasional wandering gaze, it can be seen that they are waiting for someone to take the lead.

"That's right, that's you!!"

In the process of loading, Xiang Silu glanced at the enemy in front of him, and he found a target - an officer with a command knife in his hand, and the command knife is the symbol of the officer. This is true both in China and abroad, because on the battlefield, it is easier to distinguish the direction in which the command knife is pointing than the roar.

Aim, shoot!

When the officer was knocked to the ground, he noticed that the enemy's line was suddenly in disarray.

"Aim for the officer!"

Tian Chengliang, who noticed this, immediately shouted loudly.

Although his orders were given in a timely manner, it was not so easy to spot the officers on the battlefield, and the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun filled the battlefield, and the continuous firing made the whole battlefield look as if it was covered in a thick fog.

And this is precisely the fog of war!

Li Yuanji, who was riding on a horse, observed the Qing army from the telescope, and through the fog, he could clearly see that in front of him, at least 10,000 Qing troops were charging in line.

"What an idiot!"

Indeed, no matter how you look at it, Kazuharu's actions were stupid, and although the Second Brigade commanded by Li Yuanji was temporarily put into the battlefield and its strength was only a quarter of Hechun's, the Second Brigade, as the defensive, dug a foxhole with a sapper shovel in less than ten minutes, and in the following hour, when Hechun transformed his marching column into a horizontal line and prepared to attack, he turned the foxhole into a trench, although the trench was not deep, but for the attacker, it was undoubtedly a disaster.

And even more importantly, the 2nd Brigade also has a secret weapon - four horse-drawn carriages with guns!

It is precisely because of having those four gun-riding carriages that are equivalent to four battalions of gun-riding carriages, so Li Yuanji will put all his troops on the front line, as for these four gun-riding carriages and cavalry battalions, they are the reserves in his hands, and they can be put into the most dangerous defense line at any time, and now, Hechun's large-scale attack not only made him feel the slightest danger, but even excited, because it means that he is very likely to defeat this enemy army four times his own strength alone.

"Sir, the mortar battalion asks if it is now in operation?"

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer......"

Li Yuanji sneered, it was not yet time to put in the mortar, for him, what he needed was not just to repel the enemy's offensive, he needed to be a victory, an overwhelming victory!

Now, since Hechun is so cooperative with himself, how can he miss this opportunity?

Blue lines poured out of the mist, and their pace was not fast, they lined up, rifles in hand, and the bright bayonets on the tips of the guns became a forest of bayonets over and out of the wilderness.

"Steady!"

"Stabilize ......"

The sentry commanders, with swords in their left hand and guns in their right, followed the line forward, shouting loudly to the numb soldiers to stabilize the formation, although the line seemed to be in good order, but the trembling rifles in their hands and the pale faces showed their inner fear.

Now, at last, they had approached the Han line, of course, at a terrible price - behind them, thousands of men had fallen.

When the line advanced towards the front of the Han army's defensive line, in that trench, the soldiers were already aiming at the front of the chest wall of the trench with their guns and preparing to shoot.

These soldiers took out more than a dozen bullets from the bullet pouch on their waists and placed them on the chest wall, most of the bullets used by the army were paper shells, and if it weren't for the fact that the bullets would be shot quickly, they would never just put the bullets on the ground, and the bullets would not have sounded when they were damp. But now they don't have that concern, all they need now is to shoot like they did in training!

At the same time, the platoon commanders, who were very good at marksmanship, also picked up their rifles and aimed their shots at the officers in the enemy line.

"This is simply sending these people to death!"

Although he sympathized with these Qing troops in his mouth, Tian Chengliang's hands were not idle, loading, aiming, shooting, everything was just like in the past training, compared to the platoon commander, Xiang Silu's movements seemed a little slow, but the accuracy was not bad, every time with the back seat of the gun, in the dull gunshot, in the white smoke, you could see that the enemy who had been aiming before was hit in the chest by a bullet, his body slammed, and then he fell,

When they fired, the Qing army also returned fire, but their return fire was a bit messy - every time the Qing army used the front loading gun reloaded, it had to stop, tear open the cartridge, pour the gunpowder into the barrel, then stuff the projectile, and finally load the fire cap, the whole process seemed extremely slow.

"Forward!"

The sentry commanders and captains of the Qing army kept shouting, and their shouts were constantly covered by the sound of gunfire, and more and more people fell.

The whole battlefield turned into a chorus of guns and cannons. Those Qing soldiers in blue uniforms marched forward under the rain of bullets. A penangular flag fluttered in the smoke of guns, and a real artillery unit was shifting positions, trying to reinforce the infantry, and a shell whistled, swept over the heads of the soldiers, and then fell near the artillery and exploded, and the gunners were blown into the sky.

At this time, the bullets flew sideways on the battlefield like raindrops, and the sharp whistling sound continued to ring in the ears of the soldiers. When they tried to dodge, the bullets would penetrate their bodies, bringing out pieces of flesh and blood, and the shells kept falling, killing more than a dozen people each time.

The triangular flag fluttered in the wind, and the smoke of gunpowder mingled on the horizon. The soldiers marched forward in the smoke of gunpowder. More and more people are falling. Suddenly, the flag fell, and when it fell, the flag was like a signal. As soon as the standard-bearers fell, the soldiers, who had endured the rain of bullets, broke up and fled backwards like a rabble in the smoke.

The whistling of bullets, the whistling of cannonballs, mixed with the shouts of the soldiers, echoed in the wilderness, and those who ran behind were constantly chased by the bullets and knocked to the ground. And the people who ran in front of them retreated backwards with the officials, whether those officials were willing or not, they always had to show a brave look and show a look of reluctance to retreat.

Of course, there were a very small number of officers who were reluctant to retreat, wielding their swords and shouting loudly, pushing and shoving in an attempt to get the soldiers back into battle.

An officer on horseback. Told to hack several soldiers directly with a broadsword, trying to regroup the ranks, he rode his horse and galloped in all directions, roaring and roaring. The military hat on his head was gone, and his uniform was a mess, but even that did not prevent him from riding on his horse and threatening the soldiers with his broadsword, threatening them to regroup and go to battle again.

"Hell it, line up, line up from the new ......"

Although he cut down several soldiers. However, the defeat of the army is like a mountain, and the people in the chaos will not be able to take care of his orders, even those who were hacked to death by him, and they will not be able to take care of the heads of those who have been corrected on the spot.

The faces of the retreating Qing soldiers were filled with visceral horror. The fear of war in the smoke of gunfire was imprinted on their faces. The defeated army was like a flood. There was a great pair that wanted to destroy everything that stood in their way, and there were always rows of reserves behind them.

"Shoot!"

Kazuharu, who was riding on a horse, gave orders in cold words.

"Your Excellency?"

"Shoot. Those who retreat without permission, kill! ”

Cold, without a hint of sympathy. Spit out from Kazuharu's mouth, as a battle-hardened veteran, he knew very well that if he couldn't stop these routs. Well, these routs will wash everything away.

He could see that the soldiers in the reserve team were also pale and red at this time, and they even trembled involuntarily.

Camp Howling!

Anyone who has been in battle for a long time knows very well that the roar of a battalion that evolves from a rout can be devastating for an army. The rout of the army was enough to sweep everything in its wake away, if it couldn't stop them. Then a rout cannot be avoided.

And to stop the occurrence of the camp roar, the way is very simple!

Kill!

Await!

The soldiers carrying foreign guns, with pale faces, looked at the soldiers who had been defeated from the front,

"They're coming!"

I don't know who shouted.

"Raise your gun!"

When the officials gave the order, there was always a large crowd of unkempt and unformed people in the smoke-filled fields, screaming as they ran.

Fear!

Just when fear rises in everyone's heart.

"Put!"

The officials' orders made them pull the trigger. A burst of gunfire rang out at the same time as clouds of white smoke. erupted in the queue.

The routs who rushed to the front didn't even have time to react, and fell down like wheat cut by a sickle.

"Reload-"

After a volley, the soldiers under the command of the official immediately reloaded,

And the defeated soldiers were blinded by this sudden rain of bullets, and they did not expect their own people to shoot at all.

"Put!"

There was another roar, and tens of thousands of rifled gun projectiles flew across the wilderness, and thousands of soldiers fell in the rain of bullets.

"Those who retreat will be killed!"

After the second volley, the officers shouted loudly to convey the order.

This time, the routs finally understood. They had no choice but to continue to charge forward.

The front is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and the back is a rain of bullets.

"Brothers, break through the great array of Han rebellion, and each will be rewarded with ten taels of silver!"

At this time, the additional reward in addition to death came, and those soldiers who had no hope of escaping had to regroup their ranks again and attack the Han army again......

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