Chapter 70: Autumn Dew (Part 3)

It weighs one and a half pounds, and contains nearly one pound of granulated black powder. Especially in view of the insufficient fragmentation rate, the Huaiyang Workshop also added a large number of iron beads to the black powder.

The explosion rate is more than 70%, and the time from landing to explosion usually does not exceed three breaths. As long as it explodes, within a three-step radius of the surrounding area, it will inevitably be affected.

Although the Miao army under the command of Yang Wanzhi was loyal and brave, how could they withstand such a stormy blow? After six or seven hastily assembled teams were forcibly dispersed by grenades, they retreated to both sides in disarray, and scattered in groups of three and five, trying to salvage the situation with bows and arrows and throwing guns.

For the Huai'an Army, who wore a wire vest and strictly maintained the formation. This kind of long-range attack is simply an itch in the boot. Most of the feathered arrows and throwing spears were isolated from the team by shields. There were only three or two of them, and they were lucky enough to break through the shield barrier, but it was difficult to pierce the steel wire soft armor. Hanging in vain on the surface of the target's body, clanging with the movement of footsteps.

The Huai'an soldiers, who had a clear goal, ignored the harassment of the stragglers around them. Under the command of officers at all levels of regiment, battalion, and company, they continued to advance toward the goal. The mountaineers who stood in front of the two dragons either blasted their heads with musketeers from a distance, or slashed their swords and shields to the ground at close range. The mutilated remains were piled up, and in the middle of the crowd, two slender alleys of flesh and blood were formed!

"Flanking, flanking attacks. Don't get together, wave after wave! There are few thieves, and there is always a time when the grenade runs out! Several Yang clan relatives, with pennants on their backs, ran back and forth on the hillside, and at the same time conveyed the latest countermeasures of their own commanders to the ears of every soldier.

The cave owners and village owners who are six gods and have no owners habitually choose to obey. Divide the yaks under their respective commands into arrays, hand them over to the twine to lead, and take turns to attack the array of the Huai'an army. When one hundred-man team was broken up, another one was quickly dispatched. Completely at any cost and without caring how many people die.

The musketeers of the Huai'an army mercilessly shot the enemies who rushed over one by one. But after the musket is fired, it takes time to reload after all. In order to keep the formation intact, the movement speed of the entire team must be accommodated to the slowest speed. Soon, the movement speed of the two giant dragons was seriously slowed down, and they were getting farther and farther away from Yang Wanzhi's handsome banner.

"Stop, whole team!" Shi Li Ziyu, the commander of the Third Army, quickly sensed the change in the situation, took a deep breath, and ordered loudly.

"Stop, whole team!"

"Stop, whole team!"

"Stop, whole team!"

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock"

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!" "Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!" "Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!"

The shouts of people, the sound of war drums, and the sound of suona, layer upon layer, continuous. Officers at all levels, who had been trained in rotation in the martial arts hall for a long time, adopted the most reliable way to transmit orders to the ears of each soldier.

The two dragon-like teams spewed several flames into the surroundings, and then stopped in place in an instant. All the soldiers of the Miao army were caught off guard, their eyes widened one by one, their hands held knives and guns, and their feet repeatedly patrolled in place.

"Musketeers, bayonets!" The plum fish took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "Sharp arrows, sword and shield soldiers protect the wings, grenadiers follow last, slash and capture the flag!"

"Musketeers, get on the bayonet! Blade and arrow formation, sword and shield soldiers protect the wings, and grenadiers follow last, slashing and capturing the flag! ”

"Musketeers, get on the bayonet! Blade and arrow formation, sword and shield soldiers protect the wings, and grenadiers follow last, slashing and capturing the flag! ”

Several heralds, holding up iron horns, shouted out the latest orders from their own family history.

"Tick tick tick! Tick Tick Tick! Tick Tick Tick! The sound of the horn suddenly became high-pitched, and it pierced the hearts of everyone on both sides of the enemy. When the soldiers of the Miao Army, who had long been daunted, heard this, their faces instantly turned gray. When the officers and men of the Third Army of Huaiyang heard this, they quickly adjusted their ranks.

The sword and shield soldiers move out of the center and move towards the wings. The musketeer strode forward, adjusting his formation as he moved as he pulled a two-and-a-half-foot-long steel spike from his belt and placed it neatly at the tip of the barrel.

The grenadiers retreated to the end of the array, forming a rectangular horizontal formation at the tail end of the frontal array. As long as it encounters an enemy force that cannot penetrate the arrows, it will come forward at any time to provide fire support.

"Capture the flag!" Quickly glancing towards his robe, Li Ziyu took another deep breath and shouted the last order out of his throat. Then he pulled down his visor with force.

The style of the Third Army was "steady", and it rarely used hand-to-hand combat when fighting. However, it was not that the Third Legion did not know how to fight hand-to-hand, but that they did not need it before.

But when hand-to-hand combat is required, the Third Legion will not have the slightest fear.

The backbone of the army that once followed Zhu Chongjiu to meet the Aso cavalry on the north bank of the Yellow River will not be afraid, they have already figured out the opponent's catties, and firmly believe that they are superior.

The generals at all levels who had followed Xu Da on the south bank of the Yellow River to defeat the 300,000-strong army would not be afraid, they had long been accustomed to facing death, and firmly believed that the final victory would eventually belong to them.

Grassroots officers who once received the most complete military education of this era in the lecture hall will not be afraid. Their assassination skills are all taught by veterans of a hundred battles, and they have experienced hundreds of simulated actual battles, and today, they are just trying their hand at the enemy.

There will also be no fear at all, including the trainee battalion commander Zhang Dingbian, who has just been transferred to the Third Army not long ago. He was clearly more accustomed to the traditional white-knuckle confrontation than to take the life of his opponent with a firearm from a distance of tens of paces.

Especially in the face of the former enemy Miao Jun, his eyes were even redder. I think that at the beginning, the Tianwan red scarf was caught off guard and was attacked by the Miao army outside Wuchang City, so it was killed and bled like a river, and had to retreat and clean up the wounds.

If there was no battle, there would have been no Peng Yingyu's Eastern Expedition later, nor would there have been Ni Wenjun's monopoly power, let alone the Tianwan Division, Ni Wenjun betrayed and surrendered to the enemy, Xu Shouhui was forced to give up the emperor after losing all the bets, and since then he has led all the Tianwan soldiers to accept the helpless ending of the Huai'an Army!

Zhang Dingbian does not hate Wu Liangmou, who took advantage of the fisherman's profits, nor does he hate Zhu Chongjiu, who took advantage of the fire to rob, and he does not hate Xu Shouhui, who gave up everything in order to save his own life. He didn't even hate Ni Wenjun who betrayed and defected to the enemy, after all, in that case, if Ni Wenjun didn't take the initiative to rebel, he could face the tragic end of the whole family being unjustly killed by Xu Shouhui.

However, he hated Yang Wanzhi very much, and hated those Miao Jun who didn't know why they were fighting at all, and they had no reason to fight.

It's this guy who can't even say anything, and has ruined the grand hegemony of the Tianwan Empire! It was this group of guys who fought for the tiger and destroyed the rich and prosperous Wuchang City. It was this group of people who burned down countless villages, ransacked countless villages, and killed thousands of innocent people. Then he confidently put these crimes on the head of the Tianwan Red Scarf, who had already taken the initiative to evacuate from Huguang Province, so that they still bear an infamy that is difficult to wash.

"The kingdom of heaven has become a thing of the past, but you and my brother must not forget our past. You and my brother, someone must be able to make a meritorious deed and climb into the court, and then we can have the opportunity to tell people that those bad things are not done by the end of the day. Otherwise, it won't take too long for someone to reverse black and white and erect a monument for the Tartar court and Tartar officials. And you and my brother, like the rebels of the previous dynasties, are written as short-sighted and traitors who do all evil! As for why our brothers rebelled, and how much ironclad evidence shows how strict our military discipline is, they will all turn a blind eye! ”

Zhang Dingbian still remembers that when he learned that he and Zhang Bixian were transferred to another place, Chen Youliang solemnly admonished. At that moment, Chen Youliang's eyes were full of wisdom, full of honesty, and at the same time full of helplessness and resignation.

The general trend of the world is set, and the chaos has shown signs that it is coming to an end. At this time, it is impossible for them to raise the banner of heaven again, and it is impossible to tear the soil and seal the marquis, and win the championship.

However, they must gain a place in the new court, not only for themselves, but also for the sake of the former heaven.

"Battalion Commander Zhang, don't get distracted, keep up with the team!" As he was thinking about it, a low cry suddenly sounded in his ears. At the same time, someone pushed the shoulder, causing Zhang Dingbian to stumble a few steps and almost fall headlong.

"Boom!" A one-legged bronze man weighing 40 pounds smashed against his body to the chest of the deputy battalion commander Liu 13, smashing the latter so much that he vomited blood and fell on his back.

"I want your life!" Zhang Dingbian's eyes instantly turned red, and he shook the flag gun that guided the whole battalion forward, and stabbed it towards the toast holding the one-horned bronze man.

The opponent is a full nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and a face full of meat. The two big bulging eyes glow faintly blue like wolves. He was as agile as a wolf, and his steps staggered sideways, dodging the spear that stretched out of the edge. Immediately, a blind bear turned around and swept the one-legged bronze man stained with blood towards Zhang Dingbian's waist.

Zhang Dingbian's weapons did not fit well, so he could only stand the flagpole on his side to cover it. The one-legged bronze man came with a terrible wind, and with a "click", the flagpole was smashed into two sections.

At this moment, three musketeers arrived. Stride and pick the thorn from the left, middle and right angles. The strong man with the one-legged bronze man quickly returned to his defense, blocking two of the bayonets. The third stabbed him from the left, but it stabbed him in the ribs like lightning.

"Poof!" The Huai'an soldiers, who were armed with spears and stabs, quickly retreated and pulled out the triangular spears. Blood spurted from the wolf's waist like a fountain, taking away the man's entire strength at the same time.

Ahh The wolf toast let out a cry of pain, dropped the one-legged bronze man, and used his fingers to plug the small wound in his waist. However, his fingers were quickly washed away by his own blood, staining his dress, shin guards, boots, and the ground beneath his feet.

A Huai'an sergeant struck him with the blade of his gun, knocking him to the ground like a dead tree. More Huai'an soldiers stepped over his unbreathed corpse with neat steps. Stab the triangular spear on the firearm at the next opponent, stabbing them to the ground covered in blood and falling to the ground one by one.

"Regardless of the sides, keep in formation and attack forward!"

"Regardless of the sides, keep in formation and attack forward!"

The voice of Shi Li Ziyu, the commander of the Third Legion, came from not far away again, and penetrated into Zhang Dingbian's ears word for word.

"Battalion Commander Zhang, don't get distracted, keep up with the team!" The voice of the dead deputy battalion commander Liu Shisan sounded in the depths of Zhang Dingbian's soul, familiar and unfamiliar.

"Regardless of the sides, keep in formation and attack forward!" Zhang Dingbian opened his throat and shouted. Then he raised the upper half of the battalion flag high and quickly rushed to the front of the battalion.

The full moon has begun to turn west, and the Mid-Autumn Festival night is about to pass.

The dew on the tip of the grass, along with the rain of blood falling in mid-air, slowly rolled down and slowly seeped into the ground under his feet.

Silent!