Chapter 135: Fighting Chicken Blood [Seeking Collection]

In Luoyang City, Heshan Rudao Daotai Chongxi, and Shaanzhou Zhizhou Jiang Yunming all gathered in Henan Mansion Yamen. Chongxi, Jiang Yunming, and the prefect of Henan Mansion, to be honest, a group of people have a stomach of opinions about Wang Tenglong in their hearts. This guy is arrogant and arrogant, but he clearly wants to eat alone and take credit alone, how can this kind of person make them feel comfortable?

Moreover, they still have 10,000 people who are not at ease with the arrogant Shaanxi soldiers, and they are very aware of the power of the Chen family army in Ruzhou, but Wang Tenglong can't afford to look at the Chen family army one hundred times. The shadow of the defeat of the arrogant soldiers lingered in the hearts of Chongyi and others.

"I hope this Admiral Wang can really defeat the enemy in one battle......" Compared with the fate of the Shaanxi soldiers' greed for merit and then defeat, even if all the credit was taken by the Shaanxi soldiers, Wang Tenglong would have won the battle.

"At this time, Linru Town is afraid that it has already been handed over......"

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On the battlefield north of Linru Town.

The sound of muskets rang out, and the neat platoon of guns fired lifted the spirits of Chen Jiajun behind the breastwork. A few people fell in the sequence of the Qing soldiers' charge, but the number of these people was too small and too small compared to the number of Qing soldiers who charged. There was a splash in the river, but the river flowed as it should.

The archers of the Qing army began to stand still, bending their bows to shoot at the breastworks and pillboxes, though the light arrows could not even scratch the skin of the latter's thick, sealed fortress.

Dozens of light arrows streaked through the air and fell on the position behind the breastwork. There was a sound of hitting the iron armor, but no screams rang out.

Chen Jiajun all wore round caps and iron helmets up and down, and their bodies were half-kneeling on the ground, a helmet could protect half of their shoulders, and the cuirasses they were wearing, except for the front chest, which was a pure iron turtle shell, even if there was no iron in other places, it was also made of concocted rattan and leather. If the Qing soldiers shoot heavy arrows that are specially used to break armor, then needless to say, someone in the Chen family army will definitely be injured, but the Qing soldiers are not, they shoot very standard feather arrows, that is, they are useful against the common people without armor.

The Qing archers who stood still continued to design, and when the Qing soldiers charged, the shotgunners could not shoot, and the only long-range attack force of the Qing soldiers was the bows and arrows that had been active on the Chinese battlefield for thousands of years. It seemed that countless bowstrings like cotton vibrated and vibrated like a huge swarm of bees vibrating their wings, and waves of arrows rose densely into the sky and fell to the earth.

The speed of the Qing soldier's charge increased, and the distance of ten or twenty paces was instantaneous, and now they had stepped into the chest wall thirty paces away.

"Beep!" Another shrill whistle.

Three rising white smoke suddenly rose from the chest wall in front of Linru Town, which was only fifty or sixty paces long, and countless broken iron nails shrouded the dense Qing soldiers like fishing nets with the sound of three cannons. Behind the breastwork, the Chen family's musketeers stood up, and there was a sound of the clash of armor, and the iron cuirass and helmets reflected countless points of light in the sunlight.

The charging Qing soldiers screamed, and I don't know how many people fell to the ground in pain in an instant, in front of the breastwork.

Irregular broken iron horns, a rusty iron nail, these very inconspicuous things are sprayed out by the tiger squat cannon, as long as they hit the place, they can easily take a person's life.

Flesh and blood can't stop their progress at all, as long as they touch the flesh, whether it is a broken iron horn or an iron nail, it can easily tear the flesh and skin of the Qing soldiers, turn upside down and deform in their bodies, and a small fragment can make a big wound.

A knife player in front of Zhou Laosan was hit, and the seemingly sturdy shield failed to block the cheap iron nail at all, and the iron nail directly pierced the shield and hit him in the stomach. Zhou Laosan watched the knife player holding his stomach and struggling desperately on the ground, letting out an inhuman scream, the obviously small wound on his stomach couldn't be blocked, and the gurgling blood kept coming out of it......

Zhou Laosan, who was still full of killing a moment ago, instinctively felt a burst of urine in his lower body, this offensive battle, he didn't think that he would die, and he killed and injured so many people at one time. He always thought that as long as he rushed to the ground, the thieves in the town in front of him would be scared and urinate, and his own soldiers would be able to take the town without blood.

But now, the thieves not only resisted, but also overturned dozens of their big people at once, Zhou Laosan listened to the howls around him, his hands began to tremble, and his body seemed to have a hundred pounds of heavy burden all of a sudden, and his steps were as heavy as lead.

The Qing soldiers were all stunned, but the Chen Jiajun behind the chest wall would not be stunned, and grenades were thrown out one by one. As musketeers, of course, they are not as good as the grenadiers who throw grenades, but the distance of twenty or thirty paces is still no problem.

The Qing soldiers had just been hit by three shots, and now two waves of dozens of grenades had been hit by a rain of grenades, which could be said to be a roof leak that happened to rain overnight. After the grenades exploded, the Qing soldiers had to face twenty muskets.

Zhou Laosan stood on the battlefield like a wooden man, and the Qing soldiers were afraid that hundreds of people fell under the continuous tiger squat cannon and grenade blows, and when a round of bullets swept through the Qing soldiers again, fear completely grabbed the hearts of these Qing soldiers. Zhou Laosan's left front was hit by a lead bullet in the chest, and the whole person shook like an electric shock, and he fell straight to the ground and never moved again, and a large stream of blood flowed out from under his body.

Zhou Laosan is really lucky today, it is definitely God who favors him, first the shelling, then the grenade, and then the bullet, Zhou Laosan was not injured by the oily skin. Then Zhou Laosan, who was unharmed, dropped the waist knife in his hand in front of the charging Chen Jiajun and obediently became a prisoner.

Wang Tenglong's face turned red, and the battle of the right camp of Xi'an City lost his face as the governor of Shaanxi.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The Qing army's artillery began to bombard again, just like the temper of their admiral, and now they need to vent their anger to the fullest.

Chen's army had already retreated behind the breastwork, some of them hiding in the trenches, and some of them were taking prisoners and taking prisoners into the enclosed pillboxes between the battlefields. In the days when there were no automatic firearms, low pillboxes were of little use, and their role was more for positional troops to hide.

Now Chen Jiajun has also developed another role, which is used to hold prisoners. In an emergency, when there is no time to transfer prisoners of war to the rear, these closed pillboxes are really suitable for holding prisoners.

Yang Ping and Feng Shaohua had a smile on their faces, the scale and results of this small battle in front of the chest wall were not large, but it greatly increased the confidence of the independent brigade. You must know that there is only one platoon of troops behind the breastwork, and a battalion of Qing soldiers is running around, and there are more than 100 corpses, and this effect is a needle injected into the chicken blood of the independent brigade, which makes everyone energetic and confident!