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Blood and minced flesh like rain and mist rose in front of him from time to time, and Li Mingxing burst into tears. He felt that he had shed more tears in the past few days of the war than he had shed in the past thirty years. "Dog Tartar, Dog Official, **** Qing ......"

The muscles on his face twisted, Li Mingxing scolded and scolded in his heart, he could only cry silently and watch a fellow villager whose thigh was cut off by a cannonball rolling miserably on the ground, roaring miserably.

His thigh was severed by Qi Gen, revealing a white femur inside, and a fountain of blood poured out from the wound and broken leg. People definitely can't live. And along with this wounded were a number of soldiers in the training of bravery, whose stumps and flesh were scattered, and they were swept away by a solid cannonball like this man. But Shandong Lian Yong, as the lowest level of the entire southbound army, did not even have the qualifications to be contained. Li Mingxing had to move forward, because the Daimyo Town Shotgunners behind him had already been pressed, and the wounded Lian Warrior soldiers were left in place, continuing to scream miserably, screaming, waiting for death.

Li Mingxing bit his lower lip, and the grief in his heart was like a roaring Yellow River, impacting his heart. If God gave him a knife that could be inserted into the chest of anyone he wanted to insert, he would not kill Chen Hui Chen Hui, but would stab Feng Sheng's heart and liver through the dog thief.

If he could have a second knife, he would stick it into Highlanza's chest. The Han Army? What is that? Is it the great enemy of Shandong Lianyong? Just kidding. The great enemy of Shandong Lian Yong is Feng Sheng, Hailancha, and all the flag dogs and Tartars in the world.

Li Mingxing can still remember the appearance of the fellow villager who had just been added to the team. He is full of longing for the future, and vows to make military achievements, make his family proud, fight for fame, get ahead, and let the whole family live a good life. And now he died on the battlefield so worthless......

For the first time, the idea of 'rebellion' popped into his mind.

He couldn't help but want to look back, but his mouth was shouting loudly: "Don't stop, everyone, keep going!" ”

Fuchun watched the results of the battle urgently after the flowering bullet was played.

However, I saw that a large part of the shells were empty, either in front of the Fuhan army, or behind.

After all, at a distance of three miles, the gunner only saw a tiny figure, and it was really difficult to hit. And the array of the Fu Han army is wide, but it is also very narrow.

The Fu Han army marched in a sparse formation, which also reduced the hit rate of the Qing army's artillery, and their arrangement was only three or five layers in front and back, which was really thin.

However, Fu Chun still saw the scene he wanted to see, a flowering bullet fell right in the middle of the array of musketeers of the Fu Han army, and the smoke and flames of the explosion shrouded the front and rear arrays, and then all the musketeers in that area fell.

I also saw a solid iron ball jumping up, and it happened to slant diagonally into a column of infantry of the Fu Han Army, with stumps and flesh in the blood mist, and fragments of armor flying. The iron bullet swept diagonally through the array of the Fu Han army, killing and wounding at least six or seven armor soldiers.

There was also a cannonball that spun rapidly, piercing from the side to a wave of marching Fu Han army armor soldiers, directly interrupting the battalion flag that was at the forefront of the battalion ......, although soon the battalion flag was erected again.

"Okay, just like that, good fight!"

Fu Chun applauded loudly, and his officers also laughed. It seems that the Qing army's array was more miserable than being hit by the fierce artillery group of the Fu Han army.

Fernández thoughtfully put down the binoculars and said to Fuchun: "Your Excellency, you should order, all solid shells and artillery, as far as possible to bombard the side!" "In this way, the damage to the Fu Han army will be greater.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

……

Amid the roar of the Qing artillery, the Qing artillery was fired round after round. Countless flowering shells from both armies exploded on the battlefield, and the entire battlefield was soon enveloped in thick smoke.

The huge recoil force made the heavy gun carriage snort backwards, no one dared to stop this force, only when the cannon itself stopped, removed the rear force, the artillerymen desperately pushed the cannon back to its original position, using the gauge plate measuring tool to calculate the distance again, the gunner desperately cleared the chamber, and filled the ammunition with the fastest speed.

Huang Jie advanced quickly with the second-line troops, and at the same time, the casualties on the front line continued to flow into his hands. For example, Huang Tianbao, the battalion deputy of the 3rd Musket Battalion, was hit in the chest by a solid bullet, and the entire corpse was broken into N pieces, and the spelling was incomplete; Chen Yongshou, the battalion officer of the 9th Infantry Battalion, Chen Yongshou's younger brother, was seriously injured by a flowering shell, and it is difficult to say whether he can be saved; and Chen Wenhua, the officer of the first infantry battalion, Chen Wenzan's cousin, whose head was blown up, and his life and death were uncertain......

These are all old men of the Fu Han Army, and they are the sons and daughters of Chen Huang Gaosan, but they didn't expect to fold here.

"Stay in line!"

In the entire array of the Fu Han Army, only this sentence was repeatedly emphasized. The other is the order to speed up, the faster the distance with the Qing soldiers is shortened, the better, and the province will be bombed again.

"Walk in!"

Here in the Qing army, such shouts also sounded in the queue. Compared to the enemy in front of them, the chaos of the Qing army's array was obvious, and in order to make the array confront the Fu Han army before the greater chaos or collapse came, speeding up the march was the only way for them. It's just that as soon as this speed accelerates, the Qing army array can no longer maintain a strict formation.

In the open field, the arrays on both sides were exposed to the enemy's artillery, shells rained down, explosions and casualties every moment, terrible screams, miserable corpses, and the fighting spirit and courage of the soldiers were no longer disintegrated all the time.

Many Qing soldiers couldn't bear it, and even the Fu Han army was a little hesitant and afraid of such pressure.

In many previous battles, they had a shield cart in front of them, regardless of whether the thing was as vulnerable as tissue paper under the bombardment of cannons, and the flying shards of wooden spikes would even cause greater casualties to the people behind the shield cart, but the comfort in their hearts was incomparable.

Like now, I was stunned by the artillery bombardment of the place. This kind of scene that has become synonymous with war in the Western world is very, very rare in the Eastern world. The brutality of the battlefield in the age of firearms is like this.

The morale of the soldiers of the Fu Han Army fell one by one, they were terrified, and they were not used to the big scene of the bombardment of dozens of cannons, but the serious military discipline of the Fu Han Army and the relatively few casualties had not yet crushed their tense nerves. The Fu Han army continues to move forward firmly, forward! The pace was quickened by three points.

It is impossible to retreat, only to move forward, to defeat the enemy, there is a way to live, they let out a neat roar, the swords, guns and muskets in their hands are held tighter, tighter.

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Our army will win!"

In the array of the front army of the Fu Han Army, a roar erupted.

Hailancha's ugly face was even more ugly, under the bombardment of dozens of cannons, the Fu Han army was still approaching in formation, while the Qing army array was already visibly chaotic. It's just that a big frame is still maintained.

"This Chen rebel thief is also flesh and blood, and he was also born and raised by his parents, why are they not afraid of death?" Hailancha couldn't understand, his face was pale. Just like Goshha beside him, the expression on his face had turned to panic, and an uncontrollable chill surged into Hailancha's heart, and he muttered, "Why is this? "All that responded to him was the artillery shells that landed in the Fu Han army.

"You go to the Salt River and tell the people on the other side that the pontoon bridge must be built within an hour." After calming down his heart, Hailancha's expression became more calm, but he said this to his relatives. His eyes were about to pop out, so he didn't shout out, answered in a low voice, and ran south out of the military formation.

Huang Jie had already seen the panic of the Qing army, and also, the artillery of the Fu Han army was much more than that of the Qing army. In such a duel on the open land, the first test is one of the armies on both sides. For example, in front of you, there is a contest of will and courage.

On the vast battlefield, tens of thousands of brave soldiers, lined up in neat formations, marched with firm and calm steps, braved intensive artillery fire, advanced, forward, and forward!

They do not come into range, knock down the enemy, or are knocked out by the enemy, and then continue forward until one side completely collapses.

In the future, new wars will appear more and more frequently on the land of China.

If Chen Ming is called, the current war is the hope of China's rise, and it is a sign that China has opened a magnificent era with its own hands. Because this is an era of global colonization, in the cruel jungle, anyone who does not adapt will be mercilessly eliminated by history! Even if it has a glorious past.

There was also a group of gunners in the Fu Han array, dragging small gun wagons with light mortars, and using donkeys and mules to pull ammunition carts that were more troublesome than gun carts, the latter blindfolded with cloth and brutally pierced eardrums.

The Fu Han army had long been using silk medicine packs, and skilled gunners could fire several cannons in a row and then clear their chambers, and the speed of the artillery bombardment was like a storm compared to the Qing army. Let Fernandez only think that the artillery group on the opposite side exceeded two hundred. With a frustrated face, he said to Fuchun: "This is an insurmountable gap. ”

Such ferocious shelling continued until the infantry forces on both sides met, and when the distance was shortened to two hundred meters, the artillery on both sides was extinguished. And the mortar artillery here of the Fu Han Army is being rapidly arranged.

"Rush, ......" The cannon fodder at the forefront of the Qing army 'roared'.

Li Mingxing looked at the Fu Han army opposite, the iron armor shining in the sun, and he couldn't wait to blind his eyes.

"Hurry up, hurry up. Seeing that there is no ditch in front of me, when I get there, I will jump down, all lie down, all lie down......," Li Mingxing repeated and shouted, 'all lie down'. He no longer had the slightest loyalty to the Qing Dynasty in his heart. If it weren't for cherishing his own life, he would even want to learn from Feng Zhenggang and cut off the arm of the (death battalion) battalion officer who should have died for eight lifetimes.

Feng Zhenggang aimed at the head of the dog Tartar to cut off, but the dog Tartar man is alive. Seeing that the light of the knife spread out to half of his body, Feng Zhenggang's knife only cut off one arm, and he didn't know if the dog was still alive now. Then the Qing army slaughtered Feng Zhenggang and the group of small hundred people behind him. Li Mingxing felt that Feng Zhenggang was quite stupid, and if he pulled out a knife in the Tartar field, wouldn't he bite back in the battle? That would kill the Tartars even more, and his brother would have a chance to live.

Li Mingxing's hatred for the Qing soldiers behind him was not inferior to Feng Zhenggang, but he did not have Feng Zhenggang's courage. According to Li Mingxing's observation, the best way to avoid artillery bombardment on the battlefield is not to run around and dodge the shells, but to find a place where there is a pothole and jump in, and then lie there deadly. "Front, just ahead, in the ditch, all lying in the ditch......" Li Mingxing shouted as he ran.

"Bang ......"

The sound of the mortar cannon firing was completely different from the cannon, and Li Mingxing saw countless small black dots in the sky falling towards his array, and immediately knew that this was a small cannon that had defeated the five thousand Qing army musketeers. "Run, run, the ditch is ahead......" (To be continued.) )