Through the gap of the cavalry in front, Saishanbin was also silently observing the battlefield. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Ming army on the opposite side, like Zhang Chunbu back then, met the enemy with an infantry phalanx equipped with guns, but neither the momentum nor the combat efficiency were the same.

He vaguely remembered that the guns in Zhang Chunbu's large array began to become chaotic after only a few rounds, and the front line was then disturbed by the Houjin rangers who swept the formation. But now, the infantry phalanx in Huguang Town has always been firing guns in an orderly manner, smashing the intention of the Qing cavalry to trap the chaotic formation again and again, and the solemn and calm momentum is almost enough to suffocate people.

The strength of the enemy made Saishanbin panic, and the painful memories of last year burst out like a flood that burst the embankment. At this time, while trying his best to maintain his composure, he could only silently pray to the shaman for the reversal of fortune.

The battle at the front lasted more than a quarter of an hour, and both sides suffered casualties on each other, and for a time there was no distinction between high and low.

The Qing army's central army waved the flag of the golden dragon silk position, and the left and right flanks responded and passed the flag one after another, and the long and heavy infantry line began to advance.

At the forefront were the auxiliaries and civilians pushing the shield cart, and under the organization of the officers, shouting loudly to push the shield cart forward. The rest of the cavalry, who had not yet been dispatched, moved out of the way, and hundreds of shield wagons surged out in neat horizontal lines, and the rumbling of the wheels mingled together like thunder rolling over the ground.

Behind the shield cart were rows of archers of the Eight Banners and the Green Battalion, with their quivers bulging. Although today's green battalion is also equipped with a lot of bird guns, in the choice of individual long-range weapons, He Luohui still trusts bows and arrows more. Because in the case of a sufficiently skilled operation, this ancient weapon still has some advantages that the bird gun does not have.

There are also a few tiger squat gunners in the gap between the archer queues. This kind of small cannon that can be picked up by one person is not to be underestimated when shooting at close range, and it is operated by gunners from the northern border army of the former Ming Dynasty as a supplement to archers.

The Han Army Niu Lu, where Sai Shangbin was located, was slightly behind, close to the position of pressing the formation. Although he was a little panicked in his heart, he was still conscientiously doing his duty, ordering his subordinates from time to time to keep the front in order.

The battle ahead was still going on, and the sound of guns from the Huguang Town phalanx seemed to be a little weaker, but it was still orderly, and there was no sign of panic.

Not long after, a series of loud noises came from the small mountain in the distance, shaking the earth. A succession of shells fell into the advancing Qing infantry line, smashing the shield carts apart or the crowd of flesh and blood.

In the interval between the cannon sounds, bursts of dense screams pierced the sky, piercing Saishanbin's ears a little painfully, he subconsciously looked up, only to see countless dazzling red lights flying out from the vicinity of the small mountain just now, and then the sky was dark.

The arrows fired by the rocket cars in Huguang Town flew like drops towards the Qing army's front, some of which were blocked by shield cars and shields, but many more fell into the crowd and caused a scream.

The hill occupied by the Green Battalion gunners also began to fire back, but the momentum and lethality were much weaker than those in Huguang Town.

In the advancing procession, the officers of the Eight Banners and the Green Battalion roared loudly and shouted orders to maintain order, and a few unlucky ghosts who were too panicked were cut off on the spot. As the front continued to advance, the distance between the two armies gradually shortened, and the suppressive firepower from the fire battalion in Huguang Town gradually weakened. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the gap in the front was gradually filled, restored neatly, and the panic was contained.

The Qing cavalry that swept the formation in front of them got out of the way, turned to the sides to attack, and the shield carts lined up in a line came seventy paces away from the front line of Huguang Town.

The sound of the horn resounded in the sky in an instant, and more than 3,000 archers behind the shield chariot released their bowstrings together.

The rain of arrows that covered the sky dragged the sharp whistle into the phalanx of Huguang Town in front, and the first wave had not yet landed, and the second wave rushed into the air. The skilled archers of the Qing army completed four rounds of projectiles in an instant under the protection of the shield cart, and the screams from the opposite phalanx were clearly audible.

Before the fifth wave of arrow rain could rise into the air, the counterattack from the phalanx of Huguang Town finally arrived. The three-pounder guns, six-pounder guns, and big Francos directly under the various divisions and the Thousand Corps opened fire one after another, and the loud noises on the wide front were deafening.

The shield chariot array of the Qing army was hit with multiple gaps in an instant, and the archers behind were caught off guard, as if they were swept away by the autumn wind.

After a brief period of confusion, the horn in the Qing army's array sounded again. Stubborn and stubborn heavy armor soldiers poured out from behind the shield cart like a tide, and rushed to the Huguang Town phalanx on the opposite side in a tight array.

When Chen Fugui came to the vicinity of the parked shield car array, the heavy armor soldiers of his own side who rushed to the front were about to meet the infantry of the Ming army. Because he participated in a series of previous outpost battles, he was assigned to the team of pressing the formation today, responsible for supervising the battle of the green battalion soldiers in front, and he didn't have to charge the battle in person until he had to. He watched the battlefield nervously, and his mouth was dry at the sight of the fierce battle.

The shouts in front of the mountain shouted and the tsunami, and the Qing army armored soldiers wearing heavy armor launched a charge against the Ming army under the guidance of officers at all levels to recognize the flag. In the phalanxes on the front, the shouts of the Ming army were equally earth-shattering, and the forest-like spears glistened in the swirling white smoke.

The southern Huguang accent coming from front made Chen Fugui stunned, and a strange emotion floated in his heart. This accent is relatively close to the accent of his hometown, he has been away from home for more than ten years, and the elements of his hometown have never been like today, but it seems to be separated by a moat.

A series of violent explosions pulled Chen Fugui back to reality from his wandering thoughts, he raised his eyes and saw that the charging heavy armored soldiers were wrapped in white smoke and fell down a large area, but more of them still collided with the Ming infantry, and the blood and light rolled on the long battle line, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering.

The battle became more and more intense, and the strength and tenacity of the Ming army on the opposite side made Chen Fugui more and more panicked. Although he is just an ordinary bannerman, he has also seen a lot of real battles. Looking at the posture in front of him, he already had a very bad premonition in his heart, I am afraid that he will not be able to win this battle, and he may lose if he is not good.

Next to Chen Fugui, his old master Sai Shangbin looked at the battlefield with a nervous expression. Having personally led troops into battle, he saw things on the battlefield more thoroughly. Unlike Chen Fugui's apprehension, Sai Shangbin is almost certain that this battle will never be won. At the same time, I was secretly glad in my heart that I didn't go up to charge the battle this time, because I should have received a lot of favor from God.

Suddenly, the right side of the battlefield was like a muffled thunder, the ground was trembling, and the tidal wave of cheers swept in. Sai Shangbin's face turned pale in an instant, because he knew that this cheer definitely did not come from his own side.

Chen Fugui next to the "master......" was also colorless, trembling and pointing in the direction where the cheers came.