On the field outside Linru Town, 7,000 came to Shaanxi Green Camp to fight against 4,000 Chen Jiajun.

This is a formal frontal battle, and whoever wins and who loses cannot be faked. Victory belongs only to the stronger.

As the saying goes: there are 10,000 people, and there is no edge. Over the past 7,000 years, the green battalion soldiers in Shaanxi have spread out, and they are almost occupying all of their field of vision. Compared with the Qing soldiers, who were outnumbered, the 4,000-year-old Chen family army took the battalion as the formation, each battalion had a big flag, and each team had a small flag.

In front of the artillery battalion, dozens of large and small cannons lined up, and the swarthy muzzles glowed with metal in the sun. Later there were two musket battalions, each of which was formed independently. Then there was Chen Ming's Chinese army -- the right battalion of the guard, the tank battalion, and the cavalry battalion. There are gendarmerie units, reconnaissance teams, medical teams, etc.

No matter which team it was, all of them stood tall, or muskets hung down on their legs, or palms pressed on the handles of knives, or spears pierced the sky, and the troops of more than 4,000 people, one by one, the cold light of cuirasses and iron armor flickering in the sun directly blinded the pair of dog eyes of Wang Tenglong on the opposite side.

The Shaanxi soldiers up and down were a little panicked, and the Qing officers holding binoculars even ignored the scene of all the Chen Jiajun on the opposite side cutting their braids, what should I do? The four or five thousand thieves on the opposite side are really wearing armor, and the cold light of the metal texture can't deceive people. Although it was the height of summer, the 7,000 people in the Shaanxi Green Battalion wearing thin uniforms were sweating, as if they were more exposed to the heat than the Chen family soldiers in armor on the opposite side. Many people at the head of the Shaanxi barracks in front of them wanted to pee.

Xue Zong swallowed a mouthful of spit, and Deleng's throat was surging again and again. At yesterday's military meeting, the two of them swore that the Chen Jiajun was a nonsense adjutant general, and now their brains are all dizzy.

What can I do? How does this make them fight?

Four or five thousand armored thieves are still lined up so tightly that they are more straight than the Shaanxi soldiers standing, and all the Qing soldiers are beating drums in their hearts.

This is an unexpected effect. Chen Ming couldn't have imagined the effect, just that the whole army was wearing armor, and the Chen family army had already suppressed the morale of the Qing soldiers, and the army was impetuous. Chen Ming carefully looked at the Qing army array opposite, and had a feeling in his heart, faintly feeling that the Qing soldiers on the opposite side seemed to be overwhelming, and the momentum was huge, but in fact, they were strong from the outside, and they seemed to be able to fall all with one push.

Chen Ming's hand unconsciously touched his chest, did his golden finger appear again? The Qing soldiers on the opposite side really donkey and eggs have a bright appearance, strong on the outside and dry in the middle?

He didn't dare to take any chances. Chen Jiajun's capital can't withstand his risk. In case of failure, if the 'material' is wrong, the price paid may be the entire Chen Jiajun. Since ancient times, how many imposing rebel armies have been invincible in repeated battles. And once defeated, the army will be defeated like a mountain, and you can't take it?

Chen Jiajun is now also in a situation where he can only win but not lose, and Chen Ming will not take risks at all. It's just that the appearance of this 'emotion' greatly reduced the pressure in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.

Wang Tenglong, who was on the other side, felt like he was pressing a big stone in his heart, and he was about to lose his breath. What kind of fucking bandit is this? Where did the Chen family thieves get so many iron armors? Wang Tenglong, who was under pressure, didn't think that those iron armors were probably just appearances. His eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

"Go and tell Xue Zong and Deleng that the shotgunners must be in control. What kind of battle can be fought depends on the shotgunners. As a veteran, Wang Tenglong knows very well that artillery is useless in field battles, and whether he can retreat today depends on whether the shotgunmen can block the charge of the thieves.

"Woo woo woo ......" The horn sounded in the Chen family's army array, and then the drum also sounded. This is to tell the battalion leaders below that they are ready for battle.

The artillery battalion at the front is making final preparations before starting.

Wang Tenglong's waist stiffened suddenly, the loser did not lose the battle, and the loser looked at the face. Even if he was defeated in the end, he couldn't lose his share of the Shaanxi Green Battalion, and he couldn't let the thieves on the opposite side have a good time.

Wang Tenglong forgot his secret pity for the camp just now, the sparse camp could not stop the attack of the army, otherwise he would personally supervise the battle of a part of the Shaanxi army, and let the army return to the camp to hold on. So he secretly scolded his negligence just now, and secretly regretted that he didn't think about reinforcing the camp at the stall where the column was out. Now it's too late, let's face it.

"Artillery camp ready!" Wang Tenglong had a blue face and stood straight on the command platform built by civil engineering. Holding the telescope in his hand, he stared at the other side tightly. Are the thieves going to be the first to send troops?

Sure enough, with the whistle and trumpet from the opposite side, the shotgunners of the thieves began to stride forward.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" was accompanied by a rhythmic whistle, and thousands ......of musketeers stepped forward in unison. Raising and landing, the sound of loud footsteps directly spread throughout the entire Qing army camp.

Wang Tenglong's hand holding the telescope began to tremble, and his mouth hissed and gasped. How can the team of thieves walk so neatly?

Ten small arrays, about a thousand shotgunslingers, marched in a neat and uniform manner, with columns of soldiers marching like walls.

Wang Tenglong's heart was about to be frozen by the cold, and he fell straight into the nine-layer abyss. It's over, it's going to be completely finished. Chen Jiajun's military literacy is completely overwhelming compared with the Shaanxi Green Battalion. As a veteran, you can't go wrong with this 'look'. Shaanxi soldiers really don't have a chance.

"Shoot ......"

The 1st and 2nd Battalions of the Muskets, which had strode forward more than 100 paces, were stunned and did not stop to rectify the array, and the current shotspearmen array of the Qing soldiers had already faintly stirred.

Their artillery finally opened fire. It injected a sense of confidence into the front-line Qing soldiers, and also helped the battalion officers and team officers on the front line to generally maintain the order of the shotgunners.

Iron bullets erupted from the barrel of the cannon, drawing arcs and rushing towards the Chen Jiajun who was two hundred paces away.

A small iron bullet shot into Chen Jiajun's array at a perfect angle, cutting off the thigh of the first Chen Jiajun soldier like a sharp blade, and then cut the calf of a Chen Jiajun soldier behind without pause, and exploded a cloud of smoke and dust on the ground and then bulleted to the ground, and the last Chen Jiajun musketeer on the line was smashed to pieces with their muskets, and the severed limbs and fragments of the muskets flew in all directions. This is also fortunate because the Chen family army musket battalion is listed in three platoons, otherwise the lethality of the shells will be greater.

There was also an iron bullet, which was not very large, and knocked half of the right arm of a Chen family army musketeer with half of his shoulder, and the shoulder of the Chen family army soldier who had not died on the spot showed a miserable white shoulder bone, and some torn muscles, and blood gushed out from the huge wound like a fountain. And the iron bullet bounced a few times on the ground a few paces away, and continued to 'point' out of potholes on the ground before finally stopping.

The speed of the iron bullet did not seem to be fast, and the badly wounded soldier had already seen the flying shell, but before he could do anything, the shell had already torn his body apart. Thankfully, he's the one at the very edge of the queue!