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It's not that I can't fight, but I have to fight!

In today's battle, Seng Greenqin dispatched more than 10,000 soldiers from the Green Battalion of the Governor of Liangguang and the Governor of Guangdong, and about 3,000 soldiers from the Eight Banners of Guangzhou and about 7,000 soldiers from the Eight Banners of Beijing brought by himself, with a total strength of about 20,000.

Now that the governor of Liangguang has collapsed, the number of dead and wounded, and the number of prisoners is determined to be more than two thousand, and he can no longer fight. And Xianglin's own bid was raised in the previous confrontation with the Baiyun Mountain bandits, there were more than 1,000 losses, and the morale was even lower to the extreme, and now he has witnessed the heavy blow of the governor, where is the courage to fight again? Even if it is sent, it will also be a rout.

Therefore, now only the Eight Banners can fight!

The southern slope of Baiyun Mountain, the camp of the Jishi Army.

Zheng Hong, the Marquis of Yanping, had just retired from the front line, and he had been wounded in the previous battle, which had been scratched by the lead fired by the Qing artillery. Now he is asking the medical officer to clean and bandage his wound while scolding.

"Fuck, are these flag men human? Even their green battalion soldiers bombed it with cannons, is this heart still fleshy? Siyuan, have the casualties been counted? How many of our people haven't come back? ”

Lu Siyuan was talking to the battalion commander, and when he heard Zheng Hong's question, he turned around and frowned: "Forty-two people died and thirty-seven were seriously injured, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to survive...... Most of them were killed by shotguns! ”

Not to mention, the Qing army's indiscriminate shotgun bombardment still achieved certain results. Had it not been for that round of shotguns, the Qing artillery positions would have been captured by Zheng Hong—they had not forgotten to bring nails and hammers, as long as they had opened the fire door. These cannons won't work.

"Report! Qing Gouzi is in the bottom of the mountain again! It seems that the Eight Banners are dispatched this time! ”

Hear reports from subordinates. Zheng Hong and Lu Siyuan glanced at each other. All showed a look of excitement.

Zheng Hong haha smiled: "It is said that the Eight Banners are invincible, and today I can finally understand it well!" ”

"Invincible? Bullshit! Lu Siyuan snorted twice, "I know that I will ride on the head of our Han people to make a fortune!" This time, I'm going to see how they are defeated! ”

At the foot of the mountain, Monk Lingqin had already changed into a full set of cotton armor, rode on a Mongolian horse, and led the entire army of the Eight Banners forward under the support of a vote of Goshha and the officers of the Eight Banners Army.

Walking in the forefront of the Eight Banners Army is the team of the Eight Banners New Army in Guangzhou, which is full of brown bass guns. Chunrong, who had just been promoted to leader, turned his head and looked at the more than 140 soldiers under his command. There are people of all ages, the oldest is sixty years old, and the youngest is only thirteen years old, and he is not as tall as a foreign gun...... The expansion of the new army in the Guangzhou Eight Banners is naturally a good thing, and the old and young masters who eat idle meals have a job!

But after this battle, I don't know how many people will die!

Chunrong sighed in his heart, in the eyes of outsiders, the children of Eight Banners seem to be full all day long, they don't have to work, and they are born with a hardcore crop. Life is good! But who can see the price behind this good life? Which one in the city of Guangzhou is not full of loyalty? In the past, the battles of the three feudal domains, the collection of Taiwan, the conquest of Geldan, the battles of Pingluo Buzang Danjin, the battles of the big and small and Zhuomu, and the battles of the big and small Jinchuan. It was until the Pingtai Tiandihui Uprising, the Pingchuan Chu Rebellion and the Opium War not long ago. Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, in all kinds of wars, which time has not the children of the Eight Banners charged into battle? Whether you can fight or not is one thing, and whether you can't go to the front is another. As long as you go to the front, there will be dead and wounded! How many people are there in the entire Eight Banners? In the 200 years since entering the customs, how many children have given their lives to protect the Qing Dynasty?

It's also a history of blood and tears!

This time, there is a big new army, and as long as the old and young masters of the Eight Banners in Guangzhou can hold guns, they are all equipped with foreign guns and are ready to fight Zhu Yi's soldiers!

It's just that this "Zhu Jishi Rebellion" has calmed down, how many men are left in the Eight Banners of Guangzhou? How many Eight Banners men can be left in the country?

He was obviously not the only one who had this kind of thought, and at this moment, more than 1,000 soldiers under the ten leaders of the Eight Banners New Army in Guangzhou, who were pulling out a horizontal formation and attacking the hillside, were almost all quietly advancing with tears in their eyes.

With the attack of these Eight Banners, the sound of cannon bombardment also sounded, and the Qing army artillery under the mountain raised the muzzle, and the huge iron bullets flew over the heads of the Eight Banners Horizontal Team, and then smashed heavily around the Dazhai of the Jishi Army. Although they couldn't hurt anyone, it made Zheng Hong and Lu Siyuan, who were in command of the operation, suddenly feel the pressure.

"Master Hou, the fighting style of the Eight Banners New Army is to imitate the foreigners." Lu Siyuan said in a solemn tone, "Do you want to let the brothers rely on the trench to fight with them?" ”

"Well, lean on the trench and fight them!" Zheng Hongzhong nodded his head.

Seeing that he was almost seventy steps away from the other party's trench, Chunrong pulled out his belt and waved it, shouting loudly: "Stop! The whole team! ”

To a certain extent, the Guangzhou Eight Banners New Army imitated the Western-style army, and there were also a few French instructors, but they did not practice strictly every day like the Jishi Army, only two or three days. Therefore, the level of queue training is far inferior to that of Ji Shijun, and it took a while for the leader commanded by Chunrong to form the formation. Before he could give the order to level the muzzle, more than a thousand foreign guns and bird guns had already been erected in the trench seventy paces away. Then there was a neat white smoke gushing out from the muzzle of the gun and an earth-shattering loud sound, and then I saw blood lines shooting out from the Eight Banners soldiers who were in the whole team, and many of the Eight Banners soldiers standing in the front row suddenly fell to the ground, and the screams also came to mind.

"It's miserable!" Chunrong thought to himself, "Lead bullet is not a cluster of arrows, once it is hit, it is death!" If you don't die of blood loss, you die of lead poisoning......"

"Lay the muzzle flat and aim...... Fire! Chunrong pointed his waist knife forward and gave the order to fire loudly.

The screams also rang out in the trenches held by the Jishi Army, and the foreign guns of the Eight Banners Army also caused them casualties!

"Aim, fire......"

A similar order sounded again in the trenches of the Jishi Army, and more than a thousand foreign guns and bird guns fired a salvo again!

"Aim...... Fire! ”

Chunrong was almost giving orders with tears in his eyes, and he was hit by Ji Shijun's lead bullet, almost all of them were related to him, and the flag people in Guangzhou were like this, who was not related to whom? Many of those who were killed and were rolling on the ground screaming were still elders who watched him grow up...... Where is this war? It's just a life for a life! The life of the incomparably expensive banner man and the rotten life of the Han people are being exchanged!

"These guys are really a lot stronger than the Green Battalion!"

Looking at the New Army of the Eight Banners who were fighting with their own troops, Zheng Hong couldn't help but mutter. "If these hundreds of thousands of Eight Banner soldiers are to be beaten like that, it is really not easy for the Ming Dynasty to recover......"

"How many flag talents? Horizontally and vertically, it is a few million, and the dead light is gone! Lu Siyuan said coldly.

"That's right! Death is gone! Zheng Hong nodded heavily, "Even if one life is exchanged for another, we Han people are not afraid!" ”

"Lord Wang, are the casualties too serious......

At the foot of the mountain, Saishana put down the monoculars in his hand and looked back at the monk Grinqin with a sinking face.

"It's worth it!" Monk Greenqin said lightly, "We must deal with this group of thieves on Baiyun Mountain before Zhu Yi sends troops from the sea, otherwise Liangguang will be in danger......

"Lord Wang, do you want your subordinates to rush with swords and cards?" Fu Fang took the initiative to stand up and ask for battle. He had already seen that the exchange at the front was not conducive to the New Army of the Eight Banners in Guangzhou. After all, the enemy is fighting on trenches, and the New Army of the Eight Banners is firing a platoon of guns with the other side without any cover.

"There's no need, just fight with the traitor!" Monk Lingqin gritted his teeth and said, "The thieves on the mountain are four or five thousand in the sky, and my Eight Banner soldiers have fourteen thousand!" I don't believe I can't fight it! ”

In fact, he didn't have no choice, and it may not have any good results if he let the knife player rush now! How did the hand-to-hand soldiers of the Green Battalion collapse just now? The soldiers of the Eight Banners Jianrui Battalion are not iron-beaten, can they really withstand the raindrops of lead bullets? Or use the old and weak of the Eight Banners in Guangzhou to fight with the traitors, and lose two or three thousand lives in the sky, and consume their musketeers......

It can't be like this! You can't fight the Han people like this! This is the Guangzhou New Army is the white flag and the leader of the button Cobalt. Chunrong Zuihou's thoughts, a sharp pain was coming from his chest, the strength in his body quickly disappeared, the ancestral treasure knife had been taken off, and he fell to the ground, but his consciousness was still extremely clear. The Qing Dynasty really can't rely on the flag people alone...... There are too few flag people, there are too many Han people, if it is a bow and horse to take the world, it is good to say, as long as the flag people concentrate on martial arts, it is possible to suppress the Han people, but now is the era of foreign guns and foreign artillery to fight the world, how can you use the flag people to compare the guns with the Han people?

The emperor is confused! The Qing Dynasty is about to be lost, but fortunately, I can't see this day...... (To be continued......)