"I ...... No refund"

In the Iron Furnace Temple, Luan was driving, facing hundreds of courtiers who were kowtowing and begging, Kangxi's face was full of cháo, and his pupils were still a little out of focus, which was shocked by the daytime bombardment.

For a long time, what is the situation of the thief army, why can it repeatedly defeat the imperial army on the battlefield, although he has read the reports of many courtiers, but he still has no intuitive impression.

But today, even if he was thirty miles away, he could still see and hear clearly, and at the moment when the thunder roared, he understood why the imperial court was defeated.

Let's not talk about people's hearts, the advantages of the thief army are ten times that of the imperial court, and there are only thirty or forty thousand thief troops in front of them, but there are three or four hundred mén cannons such an enemy, which is unheard of, even if it is a European, it is impossible to have such a huge artillery, how can the imperial court be undefeated?

He was ashamed, ashamed that he had only noticed the thief's musket, and at the same time lamented that he had never listened to the old man. The eighth general said that the thief artillery is more powerful, and the gun is only a small section, so more effort should be put into the artillery.

Now it seems that the combined artillery of the several firearms battalions in the hands of Narsu and himself is less than half of the opponent's artillery, how can they continue to fight? And then there are 200,000 troops, in front of the cannons, also bean dregs

He really wanted to retreat, he was almost seventy years old, and he was naturally more afraid of death than when he was a teenager, but he couldn't retreat

This retreat, the thief army is already profitable, and if he robs the hearts of the people, the Qing Dynasty can no longer be called a "big" word, and the prosperous era of benevolence in his life is an empty mirror.

He still wants to fight, but apart from those few new firearms battalions that have no confidence at all, what hole cards does he have?

"Although there are many cannons in the Nanban, you can play yào Mifei, today's battle, I am afraid that I will not fight tens of thousands of catties of iron, tens of thousands of catties of fire. Although the Liuyang River was occupied, only a few green battalions of the imperial army were defeated, and the army was not damaged at all."

"I am here, it is the heart of the army, it is the heart of the world, I want to retreat, the court will be defeated, the world will be defeated, and now the army is far superior, the southern barbarians are just a moment of prestige, I have an army of tens of thousands, everyone is united, just a thief army, what is there to fear? You must know that it is easy to fold, and the thief army relies on artillery so much, which is not his weakness......"

Kangxi's heart was full of turmoil, but his face was still high-spirited, and his heart-wrenching shouts resounded through the big tent, and many old ministers suddenly felt like they had returned to the time when Kangxi was on the expedition decades ago, and their hearts gradually rose......

While Kangxi was talking, a soft voice gradually sounded on the top of the tent, dripping and getting bigger and bigger.

Everyone froze, breathing heavily, Kangxi also stopped suddenly, but his body was shaking slightly, as if he was suppressing the jī movement that was about to erupt.

"Rain, it's raining"

The shì guard outside the tent shouted.

"Your Majesty, the rain is coming, look at this celestial phenomenon, I'm afraid it won't stop for three or five days"

Fang Bao hurriedly entered the account and bowed, he also knew the celestial calendar, and he could roughly calculate the weather.

"The emperor is helping me to clear the Qing Dynasty"

The courtiers wept and shouted, and prostrated incessantly.

"Yes, God still has hole cards, that is God"

Kangxi finally stopped being reserved, raised his head and laughed loudly.

"Your Majesty...... I heard that the thief army is also good at rain fighting......"

Zhao Hongcan had to jump out to spoil the atmosphere.

"No matter how good he is, he always has to deal with my great saber and gun"

Kangxi has long thought clearly.

"How many people are there? How many people are there? Not counting the more than 100,000 soldiers on this front line, there are still tens of thousands of soldiers in Shaanxi, Gansu and Zhili on the road, which can be reached in a few days. On this rainy day, I will exchange five for one thief army, is it enough?

No matter how powerful the thief army is, it will not be able to fight one by one, as long as you have the intention of consuming its troops, how can you have a chance to win.

"I ...... Don't expect to defeat him, but expect him to retreat from the difficulties. As long as he retreats, I will win. To appease me again, in my lifetime, Li Xi can settle down in the south and give me a layer ......of face, and I will admit it."

Kangxi suddenly felt that his plan had a chance to come true after all.

At the same time, in the big tent of the Heavenly King, Li Shi looked at the top of the tent, speechless, and said in his heart, "It's so Xuan, fortunately, most of the shells were fired today, otherwise it would be difficult to find a chance to have such a scene."

"God, don't you want me to go so well after all?"

He also secretly sighed that there was a lot of rain in Hunan, which was inevitable. But just when he was about to run away from Kangxi, he would probably see this rain as a good opportunity and would not run again.

"Our Anglo-Chinese army is not afraid of rain"

"No cannons, no bayonets", "Let the Tartar Emperor see our true ability"

The generals were the same as Kangxi, they all regarded this rain as rain from the sky, and said excitedly.

"Well, if the road to victory is not stained with blood, everyone will not cherish this victory."

Li Xian sighed to himself.

On July 18, on the north bank of the Laodao River, the balance of the will of Kangxi and Li Xi finally regained their balance on this rainy day, and began to use the real blood ròu as a weight, pressing down little by little.

He was born in martial arts, riding shè nine arrows in the third, step shè nine arrows in the seventh, the big sword can dance one hundred and twenty catties, and he can also lift three hundred catties with a stone stilt. It's a pity that these ten years have been peaceful and prosperous, and there is no big handsome, so he is just a small president in Nanyang Town.

But now that the opportunity has come, he not only kept up with the commander of Nersu, but even the emperor was dozens of miles away, and what was going on on the battlefield and what heroes and heroes were there, you could know in an instant.

The rain made him even more excited, in such weather, the thief army's sharp firearms failed, but they were still impacting, just to give himself merit. Now the imperial court has set up a new reward, and if you get the head of an ordinary soldier of the thief army, you will have five taels of silver, and you will be promoted to the first level, and the official will be counted up to ten taels, and you will also be knighted. As long as you fight to the death, you will have fame and fortune.

Leaning against the wall, he looked at his subordinates on the left and right, all of them were terrified, brushed by the rain, like a dead face, and roared angrily: "If you don't want to be a wife and a cute child, you have to take care of your own life and keep an eye on people, and whoever takes a step back will cut it directly."

He had no intention of encouraging his soldiers to fight bravely, and it was in vain, but he had to take care of his soldiers and never let them escape. The pile of human heads in front of the wall was all cut down by the whole team and the whole sentry in front of the battle. If one person escapes from the team, he will pull out the team and cut it, and if he escapes from the sentry, he will cut the whole outpost. escaped from a foreign commission, and beheaded his boss and all his colleagues. The flag soldiers guarding the south bank of the Laodao River are the ones who specialize in doing this.

Who made himself a green battalion, he turned his head to look, and saw a group of flag soldiers intercepting a dozen or so green battalion soldiers who should have been scared stupid, and their knives fell, like chopping ducks, and killed these deserters on the spot.

Turning his head to look ahead, his pupils constricted, and even in the rain, the red clothes were still like fire, and they were pouring in.

On the north bank of the Laodao River, 100,000 troops leaned on the river to fortify layer by layer, deep trenches and high bases, against the thief army that is said to have 300,000 people. From soldiers to officials, everyone knows that there are really 300,000 thieves, and the three Qing Dynasty have also been destroyed. The thief army in front of them was actually only 30,000 or 40,000 people, and there were many troops in Changsha City, and the thief army that attacked their 100,000 army was no more than 30,000.

He had always thought this was ridiculous before, the 100,000 imperial court army, all of them were jīng rui, and they actually held their heads in front of the 30,000 thief army, just seeking a defensive position. It is exactly the opposite of the situation when the Qing Dynasty devoured the Ming Dynasty seventy or eighty years ago, and it has only been seventy or eighty years.

The battle of Shaozhou, the battle of Yizhang, the thief army is one as ten, all kinds of rumors, he doesn't believe it, rumors are rumors after all, there are always exaggerations. But yesterday, the thief army was under continuous artillery fire, and broke through the defense line of the Liuyang River within one day. It wasn't for this order to sit and kill that the defense line of the Laodao River would all collapse, and after seeing the blood, fire and thunder that day, he believed those rumors.

It started to rain last night, and it's still raining today, and firearms are no longer available. Originally, he thought he could take a breath, but the thief army refused to give up, and he braved the rain to attack, which also made him stupid and stupid to make a contribution.

The sound of the rain seemed to have disappeared, and another dense sound like raindrops, gathered like a night sè no cháo, came from his ears and pressed coldly to his heart. It was the footsteps of the red-clothed soldiers, no, not just footsteps, but the soft sound of bits and pieces of their bodies crashing against each other. In addition, there was no shouting of the soldiers, no orders from the officials, no breathing, so silent that even he faintly felt that this piece of cháo in red was already a dead man, holding a chā knife and musket, and the cháo of the dead man was steadily approaching.

The red and blue uniforms, the gray and black canopy, and the eaves of the iron helmets pressed down on the face, and the eyes were piercing when they looked at each other, and thousands of them gathered into a brigade, marching in with that strange jingle sound, and the sense of oppression was far better than that of the enemy group who waved their swords and shouted. If it is such an enemy group, it will also ignite his fighting spirit, but such an enemy army will not bring bloodthirsty battles, but the cold of destruction.

This sense of oppression pushed the cold feeling in his heart to expand rapidly, making him gradually feel that his body was a little difficult to grasp, and just when he suspected that his mouth would spew out the white mist of winter, a twisted strange cry of "ahhhh , drew their swords, slashed, and the bodies of the two soldiers who had just turned around fell to the ground, and the heads of the people gurgled and rolled in another place. The two heads stabilized the crowd behind the wall, which seemed to be about to fall under a strong wind, and only choked sobs were left to suppress them.

Something had to be done, he thought.

He took out his fifteen-force bow from the wall, carefully stretched the strings, and cursed this damn south, the moisture was too heavy, and the leather strings were already much softer.

But at this time, it was no longer possible, the shotgun cannon could not be used, and the newly replaced tap musket would also be subjected to the rain and dumb fire. The red-clothed soldier had already rushed forty or fifty paces away, and if he didn't do anything, the cold in his heart would be difficult to suppress, and it had nothing to do with the deep ditch and wall in front of him.

The bow was full of arrows, the bowstring made a strange low and dull sound, and the feathered arrows pierced through the thin rain mist, and a red-clothed soldier fell on his back. He aimed very accurately, and most of the red-clothed soldiers wore iron armor with iron helmets, torsos and

"Okay—"

Behind the silent wall, there was a thunderous cheer, and the arrow seemed to shatter the iceberg that weighed on the hearts of all the officers and soldiers, and made them regain consciousness.

The cheers were like a cup of burning knives, which warmed his body and mind, and he raised his big bow, which attracted another round of cheers, and his subordinates applauded enthusiastically, and the boss on his side gave him a thumbs up, shouting "one more".

Again......

He grinned and opened his bow again, although a few more arrows, the bowstring would be wasted, but how could he miss such a limelight.

Aiming sideways, the red-clothed crowd in front of him was close to thirty paces away, and he could pour another one with a shè.

Disheveled......

In his right eye, he saw a cloud of white smoke rising, and when the shot rang out, he realized that he had been shot, and as soon as his hand was loosened, the feather arrow flew somewhere.

"Puff ......"

Beside him, the commander of his men grabbed him, and what he saw was a torn cheek, and most of the roots of his teeth were out. The one who was always pulling him hard, as if he wanted to beg him for his own life, a mouth, not only with blood in his mouth, but also with a blood line on the back of his neck......