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The smoke of gunpowder was blown by the mountain wind and soon disappeared without a trace. Qing gunners skillfully reload cannons. Compared with their actions three days ago, the Qing gunners are now many, much more proficient. Everyone in their artillery crew did the same set of actions hundreds of times in the past three days.

"Attack!" Xu Shilian looked at the two forts on the left and right on the Phoenix Platform with the ruthlessness of looking at the nails in the flesh, this is really standing still. It was bombarded by two cannons for three days, not to mention how accurate the gunners of the Ruzhou battalion were, and after several tests, the two General Weiyuan guns hit two fixed targets as big as a head, and the accuracy was still seven or eight percent. Each of these two batteries suffered sixty or seventy cannons, and the iron bars and cement potholes on the outside of the batteries were hit by iron bullets, but they were simply scratching the batteries.

Two batteries are always under fire!

Xu Shilian is ready to pay a certain price for casualties. Under the threat of two earthen cannons, attacking the two-zhang high Phoenix Terrace, the Ruzhou battalion must shed blood. It's because of those two nails that should be!

If the vision could destroy one thing, the left and right forts on the Phoenix Platform would have been shattered into thousands of pieces. Now they are standing there, quietly waiting to teach the Ruzhou battalion an unforgettable lesson.

"One last check. Remember, ten stone bombs, all the rest are mud bombs, mud bombs! ”

The same words were shouted from both forts of Phoenix Tower. Mud bombs, most of the barrels are mud bombs, only ten small stones.

Why? It's just Chen Ming's last fight. He still did not give up the original concept of 'falling grass', he did not want to form a mortal enmity with the Ruzhou battalion, he hoped to have a friendly match with the Ruzhou battalion, rather than a real war. That will attract Nanyang Town, and that will attract the attention of the governor of Henan.

Chen Ming couldn't say how much hope there was, he just wanted to fight and seize the last opportunity.

A group of Qing soldiers hid behind the shield cart and approached the Phoenix Terrace little by little, and hundreds of militia volunteers pushed the heavy shield cart for them. This is the most primitive wooden car, the first shield is all made of thigh-thick and one-zhang wide tree trunks, the height is also more than one zhang, the shield surface of this shield car alone weighs hundreds of pounds, plus the outside is covered with a layer of wet quilt, and there is a long ladder connected to the back of the shield, and the stone used for the weight of the car. It's just a few six shield carts, and hundreds of strong volunteers can't push it fast.

Just starting from the Qing army's main formation to Phoenix Terrace, the road along the way is flat, but the distance is more than one mile, how can it be done if the labor is not enough.

"It's called a shield cart. When the Manchus fought with the former Ming before entering the customs, this thing was their trick to prevent artillery bombardment and fight close combat. I guess even a two-pound cannon can't beat them, and the tiger squat cannon can't do it. Let's take the right people, not the right things. They erect long ladders and always have to climb people. When there are fewer people, they will shoot with guns, and when there are more people, they will shoot guns. "Anyway, there are eight tiger squat cannons in the Phoenix Terrace, and there are more than 50 long and short guns, and when Chen Ming led the team to the iron village, he also brought 30 musketeers.

On the narrow battlefield of Phoenix Terrace, no matter how many Qing soldiers come in, as long as the rear ammunition can support it, Chen Ming is not afraid to follow the Qing army.

Liang Zhiqiang pushed the car hard, only a knife hung on his waist, as the selected cannon fodder, Liang Zhiqiang had already been shocked by the sound of the cannon, but they had the knives and guns of the grandsons of the green camp behind them, and they didn't dare to run, and they didn't dare not use their strength.

"Hurry up, hurry up ......"

"Push hard, ......push hard" is always loud in my ears.

The two small cannons of the Qing army no longer attacked the left and right forts, but bombarded the city wall, suppressing the Phoenix Terrace as much as possible, and suppressing it spiritually.

"Don't be nervous, everybody. When the group of Qiu Ba in the green camp approached, they didn't dare to continue firing artillery. ”

The fort was crowded with Chen Jiajun, and Chen Ming made people shout loudly. He knew the fear of artillery among the common people of this era. This kind of fear is not something that the Ruzhou battalion generously showed up the artillery and bombed it for a few days, and everyone listened to the incense bait for a few days to dispel it. From the perspective of the definition of the troops, Chen Jiajun is still a joke, and he is still a handful of bandits who have not experienced the tempering of blood and fire.

Chen Ming didn't know how to fight, he could only do everything he thought of and do everything he could to lead Chen Jiajun to face this war of great significance. He didn't know if it would really work, but it was the best he could come up with.

When the six shield carts were only about ten zhang away from the Phoenix Terrace, the small artillery of the Qing army really stopped.

Xu Shilian and Li Zhao were watching nervously, and a layer of sweat oozed from Li Zhao's forehead.

There were no trenches in Fenghuangtai, and there was no moat or anything, so the six shield carts were pushed directly under the city of Fenghuangtai, and then the six long ladders all successfully boarded the city wall.

Shots rang out.

The green battalions and volunteers who took the lead fell down with a crackle. Xu Shilian's face turned white in an instant, what is the situation? "How can a thief have so many shotguns?"

In the firing holes of the left and right batteries, under the muzzles of the guns crossed with each other, no one on the six long ladders could climb up half safely.

"Thief, thief. Sure enough, it is harboring evil intentions. There are so many firearms made privately!! Li Zhao trembled with anger, and pointed to the Phoenix Terrace as if he was not in the same position as the thief.

Xu Shilian watched his performance coldly, and his eyes flashed with disgust. It's really the most wasteful waste, and for so long, I don't even know how many firearms the Chen thieves have. This is a batch of dozens of muskets, the Chen family can make so many shotguns, not to mention that they only have two earthen cannons in their hands, even if there are two more, it is logical.

"Your Excellency. Let the brethren withdraw......"

"Phoenix Terrace is too small. The thieves gained advantage and continued to attack, only increasing casualties. ”

Under the phoenix stage, Liang Zhiqiang's whole person shrank under the wheels, and the waist knife was thrown aside by him, he didn't dare to go out, he didn't dare to go out. To go out is to die!

The green battalion soldiers didn't dare to climb up anymore, so they let the volunteers and the people rush up to be substitutes for the dead.

The green battalion soldiers and volunteers who fell from the long ladder one by one either died on the spot, or cried for their father and mother. The piercing sound can't even block the ears. Liang Zhiqiang was completely frightened and collapsed by a corpse that fell next to him. Qiu Ba, who was still a vicious Qiu Ba a moment ago, climbed the ladder with a knife in the blink of an eye, and turned into a corpse.

The bloody hole in his chest and the pungent blood made Liang Zhiqiang, an honest farmer, not collapse.

"Throw two grenades down, and then the artillery crew will pay attention."

Chen Ming spoke into a copper pipe, and the other end of the copper pipe was in another fort. Technical defects, Chen Ming, who has no choice, needs to shout at the top of his voice every time he issues an order.

"Boom ......"

From the black smoke came the terrible cries of the Qing soldiers. Liang Zhiqiang, who was hiding under the car, saw a sturdy green battalion officer running back screaming, and lost the waist knife in his hand. This person Liang Zhiqiang recognized. If he remembered correctly, this tall and sturdy officer of the Green Battalion was still a commander-in-chief, the commander of this offensive battle. Before the battle began, he drew his knife and threatened all the people and the brave - those who dared to flee would be killed!

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