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"Put!"

Another round of shooting, at the moment of this round of shooting, a hundred meters in front of them, the enemy who was desperately rushing fell one piece, no one counted how many people fell, but for these soldiers with foreign guns, the only thing they needed to do was to continue to reload.

Take out the paper cartridge pack from the cartridge packet, bite the paper pack with your teeth, pour the gunpowder from the barrel, and then stuff the projectile and paper into the barrel together, hammer the projectile and gunpowder with a strip, and load the fire cap......

Everything was the same as in the old practice, and although it looked a little scrambling, they were still standing there, just behind the breastwork, repeating the action as soon as they completed a volley. The silent artillery rang out again.

Compared with the salvo of rifles, the power of the 32-pounder gun's shotgun at close range was extremely amazing - the thousands of shotguns fired by 10 32-pounder guns instantly formed a dense barrage in front of them, and the barrage like raindrops enveloped the entire battlefield in an instant, whether it was Chu Yong or Han Yong, they were all shrouded in it, and the people who rushed to the front, At the same time that their heads were shattered by .70-inch projectiles, their bodies were hit by multiple projectiles, and even their arms were torn to pieces by projectiles, and at the moment when their lives were lost, their knees were also shattered by the projectiles.

At this moment, the battlefield was no longer a battlefield, but a slaughterhouse, and the people on the battlefield were completely turned into lambs to the slaughter.

For Chu Yong, who was caught in it, although they had experienced a hundred battles, they had never imagined that the war would be in such a state, although it was only a few tens of zhang, but for them, this short dozens of zhang seemed to have become an insurmountable obstacle.

"The one who retreats is slashed!"

Again, a knife cut down a soldier who tried to retreat, Jiang Zhongjun roared loudly, and the soldiers beside him at the same time used the big knife, as in the past, to enforce the military law with the big knife.

Chu Yong's fierceness is not all based on looting, looting is just a means to drum up soldiers, as the founder of Chu Yong, Jiang Zhongyuan knows that he must be severely punished on the battlefield, in order to prevent the soldiers from retreating and killing his own people, Jiang Zhongjun, as the eldest brother Zhao Xing, has never been soft, but it is only a moment of effort, a few people in front of him, and his own soldiers have also cut down dozens of people, so that.

The sound of artillery from the artillery battalion echoed on the battlefield like thunder, Zhu Yifeng, who was on the battlefield, breathed the choking gunsmoke, he tried his best to calm himself, at this time, he was not worried about being injured by stray bullets, but just stared at the battlefield.

For him who was on the battlefield for the first time, Zhu Yifeng's whole person was calm and terrifying at this time, as if he was an expert.

The battlefield is full of flags, pennants, that is Chu Yong's banner, in the roar of guns, Chu Yong constantly tried to charge forward, they moved their bodies quickly, trying to rush through the rain of bullets, behind them, a group of people carrying knives, is constantly trying to retreat Bing Yong cut down, and one of them is also carrying a knife, his hand pointing, it seems to be an officer.

"Song Jie!"

shouted into the distance, and immediately an officer with a gun ran over, he was a sailor on the ship, and he had good marksmanship, and it was because of this that he was selected by Zhu Yifeng as the platoon commander of the rifled gun platoon - although the accuracy of their Braunschweig rifled rifles was far from being comparable to that of the Migne rifle, but it was not comparable to ordinary smoothbore guns.

It is precisely because of this that Zhu Yifeng gathered the 23 Braunschweig rifles on the whole ship and organized them into a rifled gun platoon or a sniper platoon, which was directly commanded by himself and hunted those "high-value" targets accurately on the battlefield like a sniper.

"Dashuai!"

Song Jie, who came running with a gun, did not salute, this was the result of Zhu Yifeng's intervention in training - on the battlefield, there is no need to salute.

"See that guy?"

Pointing to the person who was slashing the deserter with a big knife, Zhu Yifeng asked.

"See, big handsome......"

"Kill him!"

Just when Song Jie beckoned his subordinates to move from the front, the troops in front began to move, and those soldiers with red tassel guns began to walk out from behind the chest wall and walked in front of the queue, Qian Fakui felt that his palms were sweating, and the people around him also raised the red tassel guns, at this time, they were already exposed to the official artillery fire, but compared to their gunners, the official cannonballs could not hit the head at all, but even so, once the fist-sized cannon fell into their line, it would still knock a string of people to the ground, Only stumps and broken arms were left in one place, and there were crumbling intestines.

"Blow up their cannons!"

Seeing his own bombardment from the telescope, Zhu Yifeng gave another order, for the war of this era, his source of knowledge comes entirely from movies, as for James, he is just a sergeant, he knows what a line formation is, but he doesn't know how to command a battle.

When giving this order, Zhu Yifeng didn't even realize that Chu Yong was only a few dozen meters away from the front, and he only needed a sprint, and when the gunners adjusted the direction of their fire and prepared to bombard the artillery fire of the Qing army, those Chu Yong rushed over and rushed to the front of the soldiers who were armed with tassel guns.

Facing the rushing officers and soldiers wearing uniforms, Qian Fakui could even see the blood stains on their blackened faces, which were the blood stains on the bodies of the officers and soldiers who had been killed by bullets and cannons. The faces were hideous, and just as the enemy was about to rush forward, just when Qian Fakui was as frightened as the others, a shout rang out beside them.

"Sudden step... Stab! ”

Just like on the training ground, when this command was given, Qian Fakui immediately took a big step forward with his left leg, and his right leg slammed back, and the hand holding the red tassel spear slammed back, and then stabbed forward.

"Kill!"

A roar came from their throats, and he didn't even understand what was happening, and as he stabbed the red tassel lance, he felt the head of the spear stagnate, and then he noticed that his spear had stabbed a man, stabbed the other man in the chest, and around him, too, was full of tassels, which were stabbed from the back row.

When he pulled out the red tassel gun, he could even see the moment the blood splattered out, the crimson blood was absorbed by the red tassel under the spear head, and the red tassel instantly became a little heavy, no longer as elegant as before.

"Sudden step... Stab! ”

Another shout, another shout of "kill", in fact, it was all just a moment, just like the training in the past, they kept stabbing the red tassel gun with the password.

For Chu Yong, who finally rushed through the rain of bullets, they are now caught in the real forest of guns - whether they are to the left or to the right, the guns composed of the tassels will always stab from all directions, so that they can't dodge at all, even if they occasionally return fire with red tassel guns and assassinate a "Cantonese bandit", the next moment, they are stabbed by more spears, and they have completely become lambs to the slaughter.

For Li Ziyuan and Lin Zhiping, who were standing on the city wall, they were also dumbfounded, and they almost couldn't believe their eyes - the red cherry blossom team that came out from behind the breastwork wall was like two stone mills at this time, no, it should be said that it was four stone mills, from the front and both sides to Chu Yong in the middle, and those Chu Yong, who were still unstoppable like tigers descending the mountain, would completely become trapped beasts in a cage, and they were powerless to compete with these new ones at all.

And what is even more deadly is that in front of them, foreign guns and foreign cannons are still bombarding. With the bombardment of foreign artillery, hundreds of people were knocked to the ground every time!

"Onward!"

In the next moment, the drums sounded, this was their old training, and they formed a square formation and walked slowly, but they held red tassel guns in their hands, not foreign guns with bayonets. And constantly following the commander's orders, he stabbed the tassel in his hand.

Seeing the children of his hometown being killed like lambs, Jiang Zhongjun couldn't miss his eyes, how could this be?

After nearly two years of marching and fighting, as a fierce general, he couldn't believe what he saw - those children who had bravely made the Cantonese bandits frightened in the past would just struggle in vain, allowing the slow rows of Cantonese bandits to stab them to the ground with spears one by one.

"Kill ......"

Every time, when the neat sound of killing reached his ears, Jiang Zhongjun could see the children of his hometown who had been on the expedition for two years fall to the ground, and of course he didn't notice that in the front, more than two dozen guns had been aimed at him and the soldiers around him.

The crosshair was aimed at the enemy's chest, although the distance was about 50 zhang, Song Jie was still full of confidence, and at the moment of taking a deep breath, he pulled the trigger while holding his breath.

The sound of the gun accompanied the back seat of the butt, and the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun obscured his vision, and just as the white smoke of the gunpowder faded, he saw the man's body slammed, and the man fell.

Hit!