Looking at the letter in his hand, Monk Lin Geqin's brows were tightly locked, the letter was sent by Wenxiang to send someone eight hundred miles to send it urgently. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is only one thing in my heart, that is, the Han army must be blocked no matter what, and as for the imperial court, the imperial court has the plans of the imperial court.

The sound of gunfire and cannons became more and more urgent, and the gunfire never stopped from a few hours ago, when they fought with the Han army. The only two towns of the Great Qing Dynasty are fighting against the Han army like this, how long can they last?

Monk Lin Geqin didn't know about this, but he knew very well in his heart that it was time to be loyal to the Qing Dynasty!

Listening to the sound of gunfire, Monk Lin Geqin didn't think about anything else, but directly commanded the servants on the side.

"Bring the horses!"

This Horqin Mongol prince rode on his horse and looked at the Mongolian cavalry wearing cotton armor behind him, this was the last strength of the Great Qing Kingdom. They don't have foreign guns, they don't have foreign cannons, they just have the same armor, swords and arrows as their ancestors.

All this is nothing for Sanglin Geqin. Facing these cavalry he brought from the steppe, the last Mongolian prince of the Great Qing Kingdom who could ride a horse and carry a sword, shouted,

"Those Han people, since they came ashore, they didn't take us in their eyes, if nothing else, this king won't say it, the court has raised our banner people for hundreds of years, it's time to serve the Qing Dynasty, let the Han people see the martial arts of our banner people back then, let them know that we also have backbone people in our people, and they are gentlemen, so they rushed over with this king and killed him without leaving a piece of armor......"

After that roar, the back of the knife in the right hand of Monk Lingeqin on the horse slashed at the horse, and the iron-hoofed horse of Horqin neighed and rushed towards the position of the Han army, and in the rear of Monk Linggeqin was followed by more than 10,000 Mongolian cavalry......

How spectacular and shocking is the scene of 10,000 horses galloping, people who have not experienced it do not know that when tens of thousands of cavalry launched a desperate attack on the position of the Han army, the whole earth was trembling, and the sound of tens of thousands of war horses trampling on the earth could even suppress the cannon sound in the air.

Tens of thousands of Mongol cavalrymen, like their ancestors, shouted, braving the rain of bullets and bullets, and the prince Lin Geqin rushed to the front, his armor covered with a yellow coat, he waved the yellow flag in his hand, although the rumbling cannon overshadowed everything, but he was still shouting loudly.

The smoke and dust from the violent explosion of the cannonballs obscured the view of the muddy Monk Ringer, and he could barely breathe from the thick smell of gunsmoke. For a moment, he could even feel the concussions coming from the ground as the shells exploded, and from time to time he could hear the wails and screams of the wounded soldiers who had fallen from their horses.

Although they were far away, he could still see that there was a little white smoke everywhere in the trenches of the Han army, which was the foreign gun team of the two towns behind him covering him with artillery, and when the continuous shells hit the trenches, the officers of the Han army in the trenches immediately picked up the phones and called for fire support.

"Pick up the artillery company, concentrate firepower, hit the artillery of the Qing army fiercely, and press down the artillery of the Qing army first, so that the brothers have a chance to raise their heads!"

When they asked the artillery to return fire and suppress the Qing army, the company and platoon officers encouraged the soldiers around them.

"Brethren! Raise your head, gun on your shoulder, these guys are going to rush up and send them to death. We can't fail them, aren't they just riding horses, what's the big deal, we can clean them up with a platoon of guns for a while......"

Just as the officers were loudly agitating the soldiers to restart, behind them, like a dull "tom", the sound kept ringing. It was mortars firing shells, and dozens of mortars could dump thousands of shells on the battlefield every minute, and these shells were concentrated on a few points, which was undoubtedly devastating.

The smoke raised by the explosion of the shells swallowed up the artillery positions of the Qing army, accompanied by the black smoke of gunpowder, the steel fragments after the explosion of the shells flew sideways with a piercing whistling sound in the air, and the artillery of the Qing army, which was constantly fired by the shells as if they did not need money, suddenly became dumb, and the shells that were fired at the Han army positions also became sparse, and the soldiers raised their heads from the trenches, looking at the rising gunpowder smoke on the Qing army's position, and a smile was squeezed out of his face blackened by the smoke of the shells.

Without the cover of enemy fire, then the big guy can shoot with confidence.

"Aim!"

The mighty Qing army suddenly rushed into the battlefield, and the Mongol cavalry on horseback waved their sabers in the sun. They even charged with bows on their backs. The horse team that suddenly rushed to the battlefield was divided into four groups, but each group was in an orderly order.

Tens of thousands of war horses galloped on the ground, raising overwhelming dust, and the horse team was violently impacting in the dust. Tens of thousands of war horses galloped in that yellow dust cloud, and tens of thousands of sabers as thin as willow leaves were staggered in the air, and at this moment, it seemed to give people an unstoppable illusion.

When the deafening sound of horses' hooves came from far and near. It was enough to make anyone feel terrified, when these cavalrymen, wielding their sabers like their ancestors, rushed with a heart-pounding "killing" sound bursting out of their throats.

Looking at the cavalry approaching like a wave, every soldier holding a spear found that his palm holding the pistol was sweating, and his throat was also sticky. So much so that he had to swallow two mouthfuls of saliva, and he himself didn't even notice that his legs trembled slightly, people have always been like this, they don't feel fear of the infantrymen who charge, but they have a natural fear of the fast-galloping war horses.

"Sir, sir......"

The shouts of the soldiers brought the officers back to their senses, who were also stunned, and he immediately raised his thumb and estimated the distance. Then the order was given loudly, and in fact, at this time, the company platoon commanders had already begun to give the order to set the ruler.

"Set the ruler of 800, raise the gun...... Aim for ......"

In this great tension, the soldiers adjusted the gauge according to the officer's order, and when the gun was aimed, everyone's forehead could not help but sweat, and everyone's palms were sweating, and although their hearts trembled slightly, no one chose to flee. The reason why no one escaped was not because of how brave they were, but because of the strict military discipline and modern training of the Han army.

Although the Han army was also a mercenary army, the officers in the barracks often seized various opportunities to re-educate the soldiers and conduct brainwashing ideological training for them, which not only cultivated the honor of the soldiers, but also instilled the collective honor, as well as the teaching of the duties of the soldiers.

On the other hand, the brainwashing indoctrination in the past also convinced them that only by winning can they survive with dignity, and that it would be miserable to pretend to be dead and flee and surrender - they would be subject to battlefield discipline, and the method of sitting together made them know that their escape would not only kill themselves, but also their brothers around them.

As a result of all these measures, no one turned around and fled despite fear. Of course, the more important sacrificed soldiers can receive a generous pension, which is undoubtedly more in line with reality than honor, which can ensure that their families will have no worries about food and clothing after they are killed.

Deserters - not only are they stigmatized after death, but they are also deprived of their pension benefits.

"Putting ......"

The moment a fierce roar burst out of the voices of the officers and squad leaders, the riflemen immediately pulled the trigger, without any delay or hesitation, and each of them knew very well that now their lives were in their own hands, and their lives depended on whether they could fire the most bullets in the shortest time.

With each shot, they immediately took a paper shell from the chest wall in front of the trench, loaded it into the chamber, and fired again, repeating the same motion. In the continuous shooting, with the movements of the soldiers, the dust raised on the body in the previous artillery bombardment of the Qing army shook off from time to time, pulled the trigger of the bolt backwards, and fired 11 mm of lead bullets, constantly flying towards the Qing cavalry rushing hundreds of meters away like waves.

The crisp sound of the Han-style rifle reverberated in the air, and the sound was completely different from the gunfire of the front-loading rifled rifle, the former was more muffled, while the latter was undoubtedly louder, and when the loud gunfire rang out on the battlefield, the situation of the entire battlefield changed instantly.

Sheng Bao, who commanded the infantry team, held his breath with a telescope and looked at the galloping cavalry a little nervously, how many years have I not seen such a huge cavalry, the Great Qing Kingdom was founded by cavalry shooting, and now again, the Great Qing Kingdom took out its trump card, what a foreign gun team or something, and what is the great hug.

Now these tens of thousands of war horses are like clouds and fog rushing towards the Han thieves, the deafening sound of horses' hooves alone is enough to collapse the defense line of the bandits, in the history books, the army of the Ming Dynasty has been defeated again and again.

But things don't seem to be so simple, and now, instead of collapsing, these Han armies are getting braver and braver.

"What about the cannons? Our cannons, don't you fire them yet? ”

"My lord, all our cannons have been blown up by the Han soldiers, and the flowering shells of the Han soldiers on this dog day are too powerful......"

The bloody artillery battalion officer dragged the severed arm that had been blown away, and his grief and indignation did not attract his attention, and at this time, he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

Just in that moment, almost at the same time as the gunfire of the Han army, the dense bullets fell like raindrops among the Mongolian cavalry, falling in the wave-like horse team, harvesting life in the galloping horse team, after being hit by the bullet, the Mongolian war horse even fell down with the horse, and the riders behind had not yet had time to rush to the horse and jump over the horse corpse, and the bullet fell on their bodies again.

In the eyes of Shengbao, this scene in front of him was as if a stumbling rope was placed in front of the position leading to Han Rebellion, and with the dense gunfire, the war horses were constantly "tripped" to the ground.

That bullet is the "tripping horse" of the Han army, the bullet constantly knocks people and horses to the ground, and when the dense bullet rain forms an invisible barrage of death on the battlefield, suddenly, a string of exploding smoke clouds rise up between the galloping horses, and the artillery who has completed the attack on the enemy's artillery position joins the battle.

The smoke clouds raised by mortar shells kept rising among the Mongolian horse teams, and as the smoke clouds of the explosion rose, the cast iron fragments flying in the crowd of horses could always harvest some lives, the thick horse skins of the galloping war horses were torn apart by steel fragments, the hard horse legs were blown in two in the explosion, and the Mongolian cavalry who had howled and brandished their sabers was thrown to the ground and trampled to death by the horses' hooves in a pool of blood.

The whistling sound of the whistling mortar shells was a little dull, but the moment the shells fell like raindrops, accompanied by violent explosions and countless cast iron fragments, they flew sideways on the battlefield, and the violent explosion even frightened some of the war horses, completely out of the control of the riders, jumped up in the ranks, and even crashed into the surrounding war horses, only to make the originally seemingly neat horse team fall into chaos in an instant.

"Kill ......"

The monk Lin Geqin, who was waving the yellow flag in his hand, did not have the slightest fear, he kept pumping the horse's body, trying to make the horse faster, closer, closer, as long as he killed it, he could serve the emperor......

At this moment, he rushed to the two flanks of the Han army's position and rushed into a burst of yellow smoke, it was cavalry!

The cavalry of the Han army came up.

Just when the blood in Seng Lin Geqin's heart was boiling, he saw that it was not the cavalry rushing in the dust, but ...... Carriage!

Western-style carriages rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry, dozens of carriages! Just like the chariots resurrected in the pre-Qin period, they appeared on this battlefield again, making people look at them in amazement, no one knows why they appeared on this battlefield, and no one knows why these dozens of carriages appeared here.

But thirty-two carriages appeared on this battlefield like this, and no one knew why, whether they were friends or foes, they were watching them, watching these carriages that appeared on the battlefield unexpectedly.

And the arms on the carriage are desperately spurring the horses to make the carriage faster.

When the carriage launched an attack, the artillery officer under the balloon basket also looked at the battlefield with stunned eyes, and he could clearly see from the air that a kilometer-wide cloud of dust and smoke on the battlefield was attacking the position of the Han army, and in front of the position, there were dozens of carriages facing them, what were they going to do?

Why did they rush towards the Mongolian cavalry so straight, when the carriage was attacking, the two soldiers behind the carriage kept shooting at the Qing cavalry with rifles, they stood up from time to time, shooting, it seemed like those archers on the chariot thousands of years ago, but their firepower seemed to be too weak compared to the number of cavalry.

"These people are looking for death!"

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This should be the last battle of the Qing army, and it is also the last battle between the Han army and the Qing army. In fact, as far as the Manchu Qing Dynasty is concerned, once it loses the support of the Han ministers, the dynasty may even lose its country at the time of Kang Mazi, but history played a joke on the Chinese people and allowed it to exist until the 20th century......