Meng Kui was a little flustered, now there are thirty or forty thousand Qing troops on the east, west and south, and the north will not be spared, and it will really be ten times the enemy in the end, he, the mountain thief who was called in the past, has not experienced such a scene, but thinking that the fate of the four or five thousand people of this tiger army has to be decided by himself, he suddenly has a tightness in his chest and a dry mouth, and he is short of breath.

"It's only been half a day since the fight, and he can't bear it? Do you want me to take the entire military department over and block the gun for him!? ”

When Xie Dingbei sent someone to ask him for help, he roared angrily, Su Xianling is important, but other directions are also important, the south wall guarded by He Mengfeng in the right camp is broken, and it can only be fortified under the city, unlike the other three sides, it can also echo and fight with the defenders of the city wall.

"Could that guy have something else in mind?"

Meng Kui was very annoyed that he was not focused enough, and Xie Dingbei made a fuss, and this anger turned into suspicion and transferred to him.

"I have other thoughts, but it's hard to speak, so let's prove myself with blood here."

Receiving Meng Kui's reprimand, Xie Dingbei smiled bitterly and was speechless. Judging from his experience on both sides of the Qing Army's Green Battalion and the Yinghua New Army, he had already judged that his rear battalion had to protect both Suxian Ridge and the eastern city wall, and his troops were not enough.

If the other party was an officer and soldier of the Green Battalion, he would not be so pessimistic, but he was Hunan Minyong in person. When he transferred the armor wing to occupy Suxian Ridge, he sent Bingyi to occupy the south of Su Xianling to protect the back road, but he happened to bump into Hunan Minyong, who wanted to copy the back road of Su Xianling. There were about 1,000 people in that force, all of whom made their own muskets and were familiar with the terrain, it should be the Chenzhou Minyong, who almost attacked Cwing in an ambush posture, causing dozens of casualties in Cwing as soon as they first hit their faces.

Fortunately, the commander of the wing of the C wing responded in time, and when he saw that his terrain was at a loss, he directly stabbed and attacked, and defeated those people who only had the courage to shoot immediately, although he killed at least two or three hundred enemies, but the casualties of his own sixty or seventy people made Xie Dingbei's eyelids jump.

Now Hunan Minyong is attacking again and again south of Suxianling, and each wave is a scale of thousands of people, endless, and it is actually organized by county, or even as a unit, which also makes Xie Dingbei dispel the idea of counterattacking. When he was taking a tactical class in the Huangpu Martial Arts School, Li Xi personally gave them a lot of lessons, including the tactics of disrupting the enemy's wheel warfare with counterattacks, but the premise was that the other party was a whole, and these people in front of him had set the order in advance, defeated one wave, and could not affect the other wave.

"Yizhang, Guiyang, it should be Guidong......"

To the south of Chenzhou Prefecture, on the shallow defense line built on the hills, He Mengfeng muttered to himself with a hint of worry. In front of him, there were also tens of thousands of Hunan people, dragging small earthen cannons, holding self-made muskets, and making a ** impact. Each wave ranges from six or seven hundred to 1,000 people, all of which are roughly organized by the flag, the name of the county is written on the main flag, and the sub-flag has a number number, which should be the symbol of how many cities under the county.

These people didn't talk about any tactics, they just rushed to a distance of sixty or seventy paces, and then they shot in groups, and the role of the commander of the team was to make them stay in front of the formation as much as possible, to shoot two or three shots as much as possible, and that's it. The soldiers of the Tiger Ben Army have the cover of the breastwork, as if shooting a target, and the newly issued Yongli-style musket still has a certain accuracy outside a hundred paces, and it can be aimed and shot within sixty or seventy steps, plus the bombardment of the flying cannon, it is already the limit for those people to shoot three shots per person. Five or six waves came down, and there were already seven or eight hundred corpses lying in front of them.

But these Minyong's tactics are no longer the previous green camp routine, and the bombardment of hundreds of muskets in each wave has also caused certain casualties to their own side, and gradually accumulated, Minyong has suffered heavy casualties, and nearly 100 of their own people have lost their combat effectiveness.

Another wave of people rushed up, a hundred paces away by a row of guns and flowering bullets, by sixty or seventy steps into place, had already fallen hundreds of people, and then their muskets spoke, thick lines of gunpowder smoke spewed out, lead also washed the chest wall defense line like a storm, just behind the first chest wall to supervise the battle, He Mengfeng, personally saw several subordinates shot in the face or arm, and fell down with a muffled sound. There was also a dense buzzing sound of lead in his ears, and the guards hurriedly pressed him under the breastwork.

A moment later, the second line of guns fired from his own side, and the flowering bullets exploded in the air in the distance, and Minyong was beaten into a rupture, and after releasing the second shot indiscriminately, he retreated in a hurry.

The battle is extremely boring, and it is effortless to defeat the enemy army, but what worries He Mengfeng is that it is like bleeding on both sides, to see who will shed the blood first. He didn't know how many people there were in Hunan, so if he continued to fight, his right battalion was estimated to last no more than three days.

"Three days...... Also hanging ......"

Then through the smoke of gunpowder, I saw another wave of people rushing up, and behind them, followed by hundreds of people, stopped more than a hundred steps away and picked up hoes and shovels to dig trenches, He Mengfeng's heart was even cooler.

"This battle is really headless and brainless......"

Zhang Ying, the acting commander of the camp in front of the west, spat on it, and the Hunan people in front of him finally piled up a low wall a hundred paces away with nearly 1,000 casualties, and confronted each other with guns and cannons against the low wall, just like the British and Chinese army. Such a battle situation made Zhang Ying especially miss the joy when facing the officers and soldiers of the Green Battalion.

On Su Xianling, the two or three thousand green battalions retreated early, they were only half of the shotgunners and archers, and the hand-to-hand combat soldiers had no courage to charge, and the damage caused to Jiang Dedao's wings was not even as serious as the musket bombardment of a thousand people.

"It looks like I was overly nervous."

Jiang Dedao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when a wave of people rushed up under the banner of "Anren". Just as they were about to rush to within 100 paces of the gun bombardment, this wave of people stopped more than 100 steps away, and then put out dozens of small cannons.

"Their earthen cannon, bombarding so far away, is it trying to swatt flies?"

Jiang Qiudao grinned disdainfully.

"What's that? Earlier Divine Arm Cannon!? Lie down! ”

Jiang Dedao was also puzzled, looked at it with a telescope, and suddenly took a cool breath.

As soon as the words fell. There was a bang, and the huge lead came in an instant, blasting the hastily erected shallow barricade into dust, and several soldiers fell upside down, and one soldier's arm was broken by a shot, and he fell to the ground and screamed miserably.

"Sharpshooter! Beat them up! ”

Jiang Dedao's eyes were about to split, and he shouted loudly.

"How can the situation we bump into in this battle be completely inconsistent with what the canon says."

Meng Kui climbed the city tower, overlooking the battle situation under the city, and his heart was even more chaotic, from morning to afternoon, not only Xie Dingbei, but even He Mengfeng began to ask for help.

"The north and west defense lines are withdrawn to the city wall, and an urgent report to the Heavenly King is asking for help!"

Originally, it was a routine defensive battle norm for the canon to move the four-sided defense line forward to the city, which was conducive to counterattacks, and it was an offensive posture in defense, but Meng Kui felt that it was difficult to maintain the initiative at the moment, so he could only shrink. Although this is detrimental to the morale of the Tiger Army, and even more damaging to the face of his generation, for the sake of the war situation, he can't care so much.

Without waiting for Meng Kui's urgent report to arrive, Li Xi was already on the way, and the sentinel of the Military Intelligence Department delivered the situation of the first battle of Chenzhou early, and seeing some of the details, it was difficult for Li Xi to sit firmly in Guangzhou.

"This is a brand new war, even if Jia Hao and Wu Ya Xiao defeat them, it will be difficult to adapt, I must personally grasp the battle situation!"

Fan Jin and others also wanted to stop Li Xian's "royal expedition", but Li Xian's determination was as iron as iron, and no one could persuade him.

The Battle of Chenzhou, unlike before, the Hunan Minyong fought with firearms, and also learned to build fortifications for confrontation, and even learned the previous Shenjian cannon, and made a gun that would only appear in the Qing army's firearms sequence more than a hundred years later.

If the other party is a well-organized army, Li Shi is not so nervous, and the worst thing is that Hunan Minyong is organized by county, there is no central core, and if one part is defeated, it will not have much impact on the other.

"I didn't expect to fall into the vast sea of the Qing People's War first......"

Li Shi said with emotion that it was for this reason that he had to personally go to command the operation. Originally, if you lose the battle of Chenzhou, you can't move your bones, but now it seems that if you really lose, the Qing court will taste the sweetness of such tactics, thereby boosting the morale of those firearms generals and practical officials, so that they can begin to impact Kangxi's national policy of clamping down on the development of firearms, which is a momentum that Li Xi never wants to see.

In the end, the Qing court will definitely focus on practice and let go of this national policy, but not now, when the new Yinghua dynasty has not yet gained a firm foothold.

"If you want to go, you have to bring a large army to go, now even if you count the internal guards and the Shaozhou reserve battalion, there are only four or five thousand people."

Fan Jin was very worried, it would take at least seven or eight days for the Long Xiang army to come back.

"The internal guards can't fight any battles, so I'll take the Praetorian Guard Battalion and the Shaozhou Reserve Battalion."

Troop strength is indeed important, but the focus is on the details of the use of troop force, and what Meng Kui's group of generals learned in the Huangpu Martial Arts Academy was to deal with the battle examples of the green battalion, and they could not cope with such a new situation.

On the ninth day of the fifth month, Li Xian led a total of 3,000 people from the Praetorian Guard Battalion and the Shaozhou Reserve Battalion to Chenzhou in a starry night.

At this time, it was the third day of the battle of Chenzhou, the Qing army pressed the tiger army to defend the city, morale was greatly boosted, and the four or five thousand lives paid were not taken seriously, forty or fifty thousand people surrounded the city of Chenzhou, and the tiger army was left with only a stronghold in Suxianling outside the city.

"Thank you...... Conductor, why are you here? ”

Seeing Xie Dingbei with two wings of men and horses personally went to Suxian Ridge, Jiang Dedao was very surprised.

"Aren't you asking for reinforcements? I'm coming. ”

Xie Dingbei was still smiling, and at this time, Jiang Dedao only felt that it was difficult to see any flattering villain's smile, but a bright and resolute smile.

"When the situation is not good, it should be convenient for him to join the enemy......"

Jiang Qiudao was still muttering secretly.

"Xie Dingbei's side, he should be facing more than ten or twenty times the enemy, can he bear it?"

In the city of Chenzhou, Meng Kui was very uneasy.

"Su Xianling is lost, let's fight back!"

Han Zaixing didn't care.

"In Xie Dingbei's camp, there are a lot of people from the Heavenly Punishment Society, don't worry."

Zhang Ying, who entered the Heavenly Punishment Society, said so.

"Everyone has to be tested in this battle, not just him."

Although He Mengfeng's words were fair, he was not very at ease with Xie Dingbei.

"Su Xianling is here, we can still hold on, we are going to lose it, the Qing soldiers bombarded the city, our artillery can't beat it, that is, we will be beaten passively."

Meng Kui secretly regretted that when he arranged Xie Dingbei in the east, he didn't dare to let him take on the heavy responsibility, but he didn't expect the Qing soldiers to drag the artillery, and they had to attack Suxian Ling.

"I, Xie Dingbei, is Su Xianling, I'm here, Su Xianling is here."

On the Suxian Ridge, the soil was flying, the cannon was rumbling, and the Qing soldiers were difficult to capture by manpower, so they had to set up artillery bombardment. The cannon was two miles away, and the fire whip in the wing could not reach it, so it could only be beaten passively. When morale was declining, Xie Dingbei put on a captain's uniform, held a long sword in his hand, stood upright in front of the position, and made such an oath.

(To be continued)