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Highland's face was not good-looking. In the strategy of Feng Sheng, the first stage: Hailancha led the elite troops to break through the defense line of the Fu Han army on the southern road, crossed the Yunyan River, and interspersed with the rear of Jiangyan Town—Hailancha has now done it. The second stage: Hailancha has more than 10,000 elites in his hands, he can cooperate with the Qing army to storm Jiangyan Town, and he can also block the reinforcements of the Fu Han army to Jiangyan Town.

In the eyes of Qing generals such as Feng Sheng'er and Hailancha, the elite force of more than 10,000 people in Hailancha's hands can hold on even in the face of the all-out attack of the Fuhan army. What's more, there are still Qing army reinforcements and all kinds of materials sent in an endless stream on the Yunyan River.

Highlancha himself is also very confident, firmly believing that he can complete the first and second phases of the task perfectly. As a result, now his heart is beating and his heart is pounding.

When the Fu Han army sang the military song, when the phalanx of the Fu Han army followed the march of the military flag and strode towards the Qing army, endless red armor, endless spears and muskets, and dense flags, obviously less than 10,000 people, but it gave him a feeling that it was like a mountain and a sea, and the army was majestic and indestructible like a pillar supporting the sky.

The Fu Han army moved closer and closer, and the sound of heavy horses' hooves, dragging artillery carriages, neat footsteps, and the sound of footsteps falling to the ground seemed to be heard by everyone in the Qing army, shaking the hearts of everyone in the Qing army.

Suddenly, Hailancha's eyes froze, and he saw that among the shaking ocean flags, a large flag that was exceptionally tall was particularly eye-catching, and this flag seemed to be the only banner in the entire array of the Fu Han Army that was higher than the ordinary flag, and it was much higher than the other flags, standing out from the crowd. It's just that my eyes were completely fascinated by the red color of Chiya before, and I didn't find this tall banner.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a monocular was placed in his hand, Hailancha held the mirror and looked at it, he could see clearly that in the Fu Han Army, there was this big banner, and it must be where the position of the chief general of the Fu Han Army was.

The banner is afraid to be three zhang high, and it moves forward with the column of the Fu Han army. Hailancha's flag is only a foot high, and he understands that this kind of flag that is encamped and hung in front of the big tent of the Chinese army, if you want to gain a safe and stable foothold on the battlefield, the flagpole and base are afraid that they will weigh hundreds of pounds, and the manpower will definitely not be able to carry it.

"If this banner can be interrupted...... the morale of the Fuhan army will inevitably be greatly reduced, the morale of the army will also be shaken, and the battle will be won.

Hailancha looked at a huge red tiger flag, the battle flags of the Fu Han Army were a little different from those of the past dynasties, their banners were all red, and they were even called blood flags at the beginning, and later added a little bit of the green dragon and white tiger Xuanwu Vermilion Bird and Teng snake, and the size of the banners of the brigade battalion and platoon were also divided in detail. The expeditionary force was killed from west to east, and Chen Ming's army was full of tiger flags - blood tiger flags.

The battle flag of the cavalry battalion, the wings of the bloody tiger; The battle flag of the artillery battalion, the roar of the blood tiger; The battle flag of the tank battalion, the blood tiger pounces; The battle flags of the battalion heads outside the rest of the country, including the right battalion of the guards, are all ordinary blood tiger flags.

Hailancha didn't get any information, but from his first feeling, he also knew that this was the handsome banner of the commander of the Fuhan Army. Even the person standing under that banner is the thief chief Chen Ming!

Hailancha's eyes were sharp, and the current battle was not only related to his own honor and disgrace, but also directly related to the victory or defeat of the Qing army in this battle, and even related to the survival of the entire Qing Dynasty. The old camp of the Fu Han Army in front of you is the biggest and strongest enemy of the Qing Dynasty!

Not only Hailancha, but also the generals behind him slowly all looked at Huang Jie's banner, gritting their teeth one by one, hating to eat his flesh raw. They also regarded this swaggering banner as Chen Ming's banner.

Huang Jie urged the team to advance directly into the small two miles, and the front line of the Fu Han army was only five miles away from the Qing army's position.

There was no time to dig trenches on both sides and build chest walls, at most the Qing army would get a little advantage of artillery.

However, the artillery of the Fu Han army was much stronger than that of the Qing army, and the cannons were also moving slowly along with the movement of the military formation. When Huang Jie's artillery in the front army was completely in place, Hailancha's unsightly face became even more ugly. The Fu Han army had more than 60 cannons in front of the battle alone.

In the position of the Qing army, everyone was breathing, and the four fields were quiet. Hailancha took a deep breath and said, "Let's shoot!" ”

You can't just watch the artillery of the Fu Han army build a good position, and then bombard your side indiscriminately, right? Although the two armies were separated by five miles, it was difficult to say that even the strongest twelve-pounder cannon and the Wucheng Yonggu cannon on the Qing army could hardly be said to have a range.

At this time, there was no gap for the artillery to disagree, and the leading military attache of the artillery team immediately said: "Pierce!" ”

Then he turned around, waved his hand to the back, and said majestically: "Test the gun!" ”

A gunner ignited a Wucheng Yonggu General Cannon, which was the most powerful cannon in the Qing army with ten catties of medicine and twenty catties of pig iron cannons. With the replacement of the new gun carriage, this 100-year-old antique has been revitalized. After all, there is no essential difference between the cannons of the 17th century and the cannons of the 18th century. They are also front-loading smoothbore guns.

The fire rope sneered, and everyone looked nervous, all looking at the rapidly burning fire lead.

When the last inch of the fire rope left outside the fire door disappeared, the fire door suddenly flashed, and then there was a loud bang, and the thick cannon muzzle spewed out a large thick cloud of gunsmoke. In the firelight, the cannon body shook violently, and a large black iron bullet rushed out of the cannon chamber and flew quickly towards the position of the Fu Han army in the distance.

For a while, the two sides on the battlefield watched the direction of the cannonball's flight and the place where it landed.

Zha Yan had a gloomy face, looked at the Fu Han army in the distance, and kept muttering in his heart: "Hit, hit, hit the ......" Just as he was talking about this, he suddenly heard a cannon sound from the position of the Fu Han army, and the shells roared, and Niu Colu Qi Ashan beside him screamed: "Chen Hui has hit the cannon!" "Hurriedly put his body and hid in the crowd.

Indeed, the artillery of the Fu Han army heard the sound of the cannon on the opposite side, and immediately returned the color, so that as soon as the shells fired by the Qing army's artillery landed, the sound of the Fu Han army's cannon came over.

The firing range of General Wu Cheng Yonggu's cannon was only more than four miles, and after the shell landed, it went around for a long distance, piercing several ridges, you must know that this place is farmland, and it is very flat, and the place where the shell finally stopped is still two or three hundred meters away from the forefront of the Fu Han army.

With a bang, the shells fired by the Fu Han army also landed on the ridges of the paddy fields, stirring up a large area of soil, and then rolled a deep ditch on the dry surface, and crashed through four ridges before it completely stopped.

The soldiers on both sides cheered in unison, cheering for the short range of the shells. Hailancha and Huang Jie turned a blind eye to this call, the former issued an order to the artillery team to increase the number of fires and ammunition, and the latter's first reaction was to ask the battalion head of the front line to change the phalanx into a thin three-column horizontal formation, and then conveyed the order to the artillery side to increase the range of the artillery.

Zha Yan, the staff leader of the Eight Banners New Army, laughed wildly, pointed at the artillery array of the Fuhan Army and scolded: "Haha, the cannons of this group of bandits are pure!" Then the voice changed, and he scolded his own artillery team for being a waste.

This exchange of shots from both sides did not achieve the desired effect. But the morale of the infantry on both sides was greatly increased, and all kinds of cheers, laughter and scolding were endless. The military song of the Fu Han Army became louder.

While they were celebrating, the cannons on both sides adjusted their degrees and increased their gunpowder.

After the lightning and thunder, the more than 30 cannons lined up in front of the Qing artillery team let out a deafening roar, and thick white smoke erupted in large streams, covering half of the front line.

And here in the Fu Han army, most of the artillery positions are still buried in the construction of positions, and only twelve five-pound guns roared at the Qing army. The cannons on both sides were added with gunpowder, or two or three, or more. On the Qing side, the gunners looked at the cannon as if they saw a large explosive bag from time to time, which could explode at any time.

The loud boom made the cheers and singing of both armies disappear. There was a neighing of cattle and horses in the formation on both sides, and both the horses and horses of the horse team and the cattle and horses accompanying the army were frightened when they suddenly heard such a loud noise. Even the Qing army was in the array. It was the first time that many Qing military attachés felt the power of artillery at close range, and their hearts beat violently. Cannons, so powerful.

The smiles of the soldiers on both sides stiffened on their faces, and they watched as many huge shells came towards them.

"Ahh

Many people in the Qing army couldn't help but scream.

The Fu Han army fired twelve shells, and only three really hit the Qing army, but who made the Qing army line tightly. The three iron bullets caused more than 20 casualties to the Qing army.

The cannon that had just erupted from the muzzle of the cannon was still scorching with flames, cutting through the human body, blood splashing, and the stump and broken arm flew up, and at the same time, a thick scorching smell also made the surrounding Qing soldiers can't help but vomit.

Zha Yan climbed directly to the ground, and in his ears he heard the sound of 'puff puff puff ......', the cannonball that swept over his head was undoubtedly reaping the lives of his soldiers. These people are all elites who have worked hard to train, and they are the hope of their Eight Banners.

But now they are so vulnerable to shells.

Terrible screams rang out, and the wounded soldiers who had broken their arms and legs were all wailing in pain. With the medical conditions and medical standards of the Qing army, few of such seriously wounded people could survive.

Standing up, Zha Yan looked at the dead and wounded soldiers, and his men had lost a total of nine, three dead, and six wounded. Zha Yan saw an acquaintance at first sight, the person whose entire body was cut off was not the kid from the Niu Colu family, at this moment his helmet fell off, and the cotton armor with red edges inlaid with yellow flags seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and the people with neat gaps were staring wide, full of fear and incredulity.

Qi Asan still has half a palm on the side of his neck, and he doesn't know if it's his. Anyway, this descendant of the Niu Co Lu clan is now dead and can't die anymore. (To be continued.) )