The artillery battle east of Qingxi Mountain lasted for almost an hour, and the original artillery sound of the Qing soldiers gradually slowed down, and on Zhushan, Garbi roared at the commander of the firearms battalion of his own army: "Why did you slow down!?" ”

The commander was dumbfounded and speechless, what else could he do? The fire had been going on for four quarters, and he was complacent about setting a record for an artillery bombardment unprecedented in his own dynasty. Within four moments, nearly ten rounds were fired from each cannon, and a total of thousands of shells were poured into the enemy's position three miles away.

Garbi put on an expert posture and scolded: "The copper cannons brought by the Beijing camp should be slowed down, but the iron cannons are all new cannons personally supervised by the eighth elder brother, and the iron is more heat-resistant than copper, and the copper cannons have stopped, so how can the iron cannons be ......."

Before the words fell, there was a bang, and on the artillery position, a piece of artillery exploded into several pieces, and the fragments flew high with the human body, frightening the surrounding gunners to disperse.

After the bombing, there was no need for the commander to explain, and Garbi understood that it was a last resort to stop the shelling.

"This bit of silver, the eighth elder brother also eats ......"

The artillery bombardment of the "thief army" was still incessant, raging in the area of the Garbi army's front and artillery positions, and Garbi muttered dissatisfiedly, and the commander of the firearms battalion tried to distinguish between the two sentences, but found that this fact was difficult to explain to a layman.

More than 100 generals dragged by Yinzhen this time ran, more than 30 were Beijing bronze cannons, and the rest were all new iron cannons made by Yinzhen. The so-called "new style" is just for the copper cannon, the casting process is still the old method, the reason why the surname can be improved, but the use of Guangdong pig iron, the blast wall sand hole is difficult to avoid, and the gun chamber is also difficult to rotate.

Although Yinxi must have lost a lot of benefits on these sixty or seventy new guns, compared with the bronze cannon, it still saved tens of thousands of taels of silver, and the actual combat can have such a performance, which continues to bombard for half an hour, which also proves that this iron cannon is quite sophisticated, and Yinxi has indeed put a lot of effort into this matter.

The little complacent commander was quickly shattered by the non-stop intensive artillery fire of the "thief army", and he only felt that the thief army in front of him had at least a hundred artillery pieces, and the more accurate they were. Not only did it disperse the large group of men and horses that were assembled on the left and right of the general's artillery array, preparing to storm after the artillery stopped, but also continuously bombarded the artillery positions, and at least six or seven guns were bombarded and killed.

On Hejia Mountain, three miles east of Qingxi Mountain, sensing that the artillery fire of the Qing army was weakening, Zhao Hanxiang, the commander of the Chilei Battalion, sneered: "It's boring now? Then it's time for them to get a taste of what a real cannon is. ”

The Qing army was only bombarded by the two artillery wings of the Tiger Army, the Long Xiang Army, but twenty-four twelve-pound guns. With an average rate of fire of one shot per minute, the shells that bombarded within an hour were more than one percent more than the 100 guns of the Qing army. There is a predetermined ruler, and there is a gun table that the gunners are already very familiar with, and the accuracy of the shelling is much higher than that of the Qing army, so that Garbi and even Yinzhen think that this is the main artillery force of the British and Chinese army.

Coupled with the artillery on Qingxi Mountain, on Luojia Mountain, looking at the two battlefields that were drowned by the rumbling cannon, Yinzhen felt a chill in his heart, there were more than 100 sharp artillery pieces in the 20,000 people in the thief military region, no wonder the officers and soldiers of the previous road were defeated.

"Fortunately, this battle brought more than 100 generals and artillery ......"

Yinzhen was still glad in his heart, but when he heard the sound of the cannon and joined the loud vocal music, the officers and soldiers of the Beijing Banner on Luojia Mountain exclaimed at the same time.

This is not an ordinary cannon sound, and the ears are ringing for miles away, and the "thunder on the flat ground" is not enough to describe this momentum. Looking at it intently, it was the new artillery fire in the direction of Hejiashan, and Yinzhen's heart was still calm, but this calm was like a drum, buzzing and trembling by the sound of the cannon.

The sixteen 20-pound cannons of the Chilei battalion spoke, although the shells were less than twice the weight of the 12-pound cannons, but they carried at least four or five times the energy, the wooden fence shattered, the stone wall collapsed, and dragged out a long trajectory of flesh and blood in the crowd.

"It's five...... Six, or even seven or eight thousand pounds of cannons! ”

"At least forty or fifty!"

The sound of cannons cracks the sky, the frequency is dense, and it is so powerful that even Yinzhen can hear the "bottom line", and he can't help but tremble.

"The whole army of Garbi is advancing without delay!"

Yinzhen was in a hurry, and if he was bombarded like this again, Garbi's 50,000 army would not be able to carry it for long, so while the blood was still not gone, he hurriedly rushed over to fight with the thief army, and maybe there was a chance to win.

Looking at the direction of Caijialing in the south, the smoke and dust are sweeping towards the north, Yinzhen clenched his teeth, he can only look forward to this.

Yinzhen's order had not yet reached Garbi, and Garbi himself had already moved, and even the artillery position was bombarded and drowned in smoke and dust.

But he was a step slower, and he tried his best to restrain the chaotic subordinates under the artillery fire, and before the front was completely spread, the wide and shallow formation of the Tiger Ben Army and the Long Xiang Army was pushed flat.

Artillery shells whistled overhead, drums beat like threads, connecting the footsteps, each battalion sang different war songs, the army of 10,000 people spread out, and the eight battalions were lined up as four fronts, and the fronts for three or four miles were all covered.

The crowd of Qing soldiers finally gathered and attacked on this wide front, but it was full of fronts, and the outlines were as uneven as dog's teeth. Fast fast, slow slow, running a mile away, it was disjointed from front to back, left and right, and occasionally gathered a dense crowd, but it quickly collapsed under artillery bombardment.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon of July 9, on the battlefield of Zhushan, the British and Chinese army and the Qing army finally came into close contact, but before that, the Qing army had been conditioned by artillery, flying artillery, grenadiers, these foreplays, when the two or three miles long line, the platoon of guns erupted a long dragon, Garbi, this large army, even the generals and soldiers were rolling their eyes, trembling all over, holding their heads and fleeing.

"Is there a group of girls on the other side, so ashamed that they don't dare to see each other!?"

The Qing soldiers in front of Zhang should be the Hunan Green Battalion, an old opponent. After a row of guns, seeing that the red-clothed array continued to advance, he knew that these red-clothed soldiers were holding back their strength, and they no longer had the patience to shoot on the spot, but inserted the thick and long pointed iron rod into the musket, and wanted to rush over and insert it strongly.

"A pour, a ......"

Han Zaixing had never fought such a regular battle before, and he led a thin horizontal formation of a battalion of thousands of people towards the tide of tens of thousands of Qing soldiers, and his heart was actually extremely nervous. At this moment, seeing that the other party collapsed under a volley of guns, the pupils of his eyes were dilated, and his legs trembled slightly, and he felt that he couldn't urinate anymore.

"I already knew, I already knew......"

Xie Dingbei commanded his battalion to advance steadily, while he himself muttered as he walked, and Jiang Dedao next to him looked at the head of this battalion in surprise, and said in his heart You are not a Qing soldier now, why are you crying?

"North Face...... No problem, right? ”

He Mengfeng's battalion was in the southernmost side, but his mind had flown to the north, in his opinion, what could affect the battle situation now was the unknown factor in the north, as for the immediate ...... What he was doing in front of him was simply a leisurely stroll compared to the previous situation in Chenzhou against Hunan Minyong.

"The question is whether they dare to come."

At the northern end of this long dragon formation, Zhang Hanwan was also looking north, like He Mengfeng, his mind was no longer much on the battlefield in front of him.

"Over there...... Will it work? There aren't many soldiers left with the Heavenly King. ”

The subordinates looked in the direction of Qingxi Mountain with some concern, where gunshots like bursting beans were ringing.

"It's not going to work, I mean the Tartars."

Zhang Hanwan's head didn't turn.

"Yue Chaolong did a good job!"

Zhengjue's battlefields on both sides are collapsing, and the offensive of Hunan Minyong at the foot of Qingxi Mountain is like a life-saving straw delivered to Yinzhen.

"Ben Shuai will not retreat! Yue Chaolong is shaking the Li Xian formation, so that Liu Shiming, the governor of Ganzhou, will lead the horse team to attack quickly! ”

He rejected his men's advice to back down, his face flushed and his neck furled.

Don't miss the opportunity!

Li Xian's main formation is in danger, and the two-sided thief army must return to help, while their attention is on Qingxi Mountain, let the horse team break through from the north of Zhushan, and the Zhushan thief army will definitely collapse, so that at least they can hold the half-victory situation, and may even take this opportunity to sweep Qingxi Mountain and get the final victory.

"What is Yue Chaolong thinking? I don't have any soldiers, but this is a fort......"

On Qingxi Mountain, Li Xian glanced at Long Gaoshan, who was gathering hundreds of guards to fight hand-to-hand with the people of Hunan, and waved his hand to Wang Tang in the distance.

Wang Tanghe served in the Huanggangshan garrison camp, held back in Shaozhou for several months, and saw his brothers galloping on the battlefield, but he became a bodhisattva statue in the temple, and he was already firmly scratched. In the Battle of Yizhang, the Jiangxi Green Battalion was either transferred to Fujian by Yintebula, or transferred to Hunan by Yinzhen, and no longer threatened the forces of Shaozhou, so Li Shi also transferred him to the front.

Although the time was short, the engineering and troops were insufficient, but Wang Tanghe, who was already familiar with the defense strategy of the fortress, could be adjusted, and Qingxi Mountain faintly became a fort, and the attack of 10,000 Hunan people was far under the ability of the defense line set up by Wang Tanghe.

The twelve-jin artillery continued to bombard the direction of Caibeiling, supporting the two armies of Yulin Yingyang, and the dozens of eight-jin cannons of the two armies gathered on Qingxi Mountain began to roar. The setting of these eight-pound cannons followed the line of vision of Qingxi Mountain, and strictly blocked several ridges that were convenient for impact.

The mud and rocks are flying, and the people who are advancing from these ridges have become the most convenient targets. These people were treated with the utmost dignity in this war, and they were the victims of the first cross-fire bombardment. Minyong was already afraid of artillery, and hundreds of people in front of him were blown up and fell behind, and they retreated one after another.

Yue Chaolong is unwilling to give up, and he can't walk on the ridge, so climb up from the col! But the steep col was blocked by a platoon of guns and flowering bullets, and the defenders were only a few hundred, occupying a steep terrain, and Yue Chaolong could only cry out in vain.

At this time, Li Shi's eyes also turned to the north of Zhushan, although it was a little ridiculous, but Yinzhen, who was on the battlefield for the first time, in such a grim situation, how could he pounce, no matter how ridiculous it was, he should be able to do it.

"Ridiculous! This is a chaotic life, how can it be accepted!? ”

In the north of Zhushan, Liu Shiming, the governor of Ganzhou, who led a team of 10,000 horses, shouted angrily, the fourteenth prince still looks like he knows a little about military affairs, but now he is dizzy!? The Zhushan battlefield was already very narrow, and there was no room for maneuver, so his 10,000-strong horse team could only rush back and forth in a daze, and the other party could restrain them with a little brain.

Not only that, if you want to enter the Zhushan battlefield, you have to pass through a narrower valley road, and the thief army only needs to use thousands of people to block the horse team at the valley pass, but when the time comes, the people and horses will be blocked and wait to die. Yinzhen's military order is completely to send his horse team to death!

His horse team could not play a role in this battle, and stayed in the north of Zhushan in order to cover the back road, to put it bluntly, when the war was unfavorable, it was necessary to cover the retreat of the army. Now that the horse team is filled in, it will be a miserable situation when the whole game is lost, and even the old book will not be saved. He didn't know what the battle situation of Caibeiling was, but in his eyes the battle situation in Zhushan, Liu Shiming, who was born in the old army, knew that Garbi had been defeated.

"Military gate, the general's urgent order can not be disobeyed, and the time will be held accountable......"

The subordinates hurriedly persuaded him, Liu Shiming was stunned, this is right, he is really going to lose, liquidate the blame, he, the person who disobeys the order, is the first to bear the brunt, and then Kangxi and the court will not care about what the situation is on the battlefield, they will only care about finding someone to blame. Maybe the cause of the defeat in the whole decisive battle will fall on him, and he can't afford it.

"General Gu, lead the horse team of Liangzhou Town in Suzhou to attack!"

Liu Shiming's mind turned quickly, and he let his middle battalion staff generals lead about 3,000 horses to rush in, not only obeying Yinzhen's vague military orders, but also keeping his main force.

The three thousand horse team hurriedly went south, feeling the slight vibration of the ground, Zhang Hanwan, the commander of the Longxiang Army who was choking the north road of the battlefield, shook his head, and the Tartar commander really remembered the horse team, and it seemed that he was crazy.

"There are a hundred ways to deal with a horse team, but against a horse team that can only run towards one road, one way is enough."

Zhang Hanwan muttered, letting the eight-pound cannon among the generals under his command drag over.

More than a dozen eight-pound cannons were placed on the front, and the front of this narrow valley had already been blocked, and then seven or eight cannons were placed on the side, forming a shallow half-moon artillery array. Gather the scattered troops that can be found around, about six or seven hundred people, and line up on the low slopes on the two wings of the artillery array, and behind the artillery array are about twenty flying cannons, and when they are arranged, the dust dragon in front of them has already surged to a hundred meters away.

Zhang Hanwan's Longxiang army finally got the greatest sweetness in this battle, the Qing army's 3,000 horse team swooped down from the north of Zhushan, but unfortunately there was only a narrow valley that was not more than ten zhang wide leading to the main battlefield of Zhushan, and the horse team that stretched out a long queue saw that it was about to run out of the valley, but was drowned by a mixed and violent roar.

Originally nameless, this narrow valley was later named "Juema Road", named after the worst devastation suffered by the Qing army in Yizhang.

Almost every shot of the eight-pound cannon pierced through seven or eight horses, and the rows of guns on both sides quickly piled up a pile of human and horse corpses at the mouth of the valley, and the flying cannons spilled dense fragments of shrapnel into the narrow valley road. In this small area, there are sharp cannonballs on the front, deadly bullets on the left and right, and flowering bullets on the head, and people and horses are desperately squeezed, and the neighing is constant, and this small area is like falling into a blood, fire and hell.

"Turn ......"

With a pop, a shell grazed the body of Gu Shilong, the general of the Ganzhou Admiralty's middle battalion, he was waving his hand to beckon the whole team to turn the dock and retreat, shouting a word, feeling that the situation was wrong, and at the corner of his eye, his entire right arm was gone, and blood mist was spraying out from the broken arm. Gu Shilong's eyes were dark, and he fell off his horse. The mount panicked, and a hoof landed on top of his one-eyed dazzle, dangling head.

"Handsome! Hurry back! ”

From the perspective of Luojiashan, the horse team was like being in purgatory in the narrow passage of Zhushan, and the tragic situation even closed the eyes of many veterans, and some of the generals who were still sane and clear shouted loudly, finally reminding everyone that the battle situation was out of control.

"No...... How can you go back now!? ”

Yinzhen's mouth has been bitten through, after all, he is leading the army for the first time, seeing that although his army has suffered setbacks on both battlefields, but now it is only pressed to the bottom of the mountain by the thief army, and it has not completely collapsed, he wants to leave, that is really the end.

"If you don't leave, it's too late!"

However, it was difficult for the generals to explain clearly to this layman for a while, that is, taking advantage of the fact that it was not completely collapsed now, taking the Chinese army away, and still maintaining the integrity of the army.

"Let's talk about Yue Chaolong's ......"

Yinzhen still has confidence in Yue Chaolong, who is still working hard at the foot of Qingxi Mountain.

While he was hesitating, the sky suddenly darkened, the cold wind blew, and the rain fell.

"Heavenly ...... Rain from heaven! Oh, my God...... No, Huang Ama bless! ”

Yinzhen was stunned for a moment, and then ecstatic, it rained! It's raining! The guns of the thief army are useless! The Thieves ...... Defeated!

Thinking of the rough grinding of this battle on his heart, he couldn't help crying with joy, and many generals around him were also in tears, and some people knelt down and stretched out their arms to thank God.

But the crying was mixed with a sad long cry, which surprised Yinzhen and others.

"It's over, woo...... The thief army, the thief army is better at rain warfare, the first battle of Wuzhou, Guangxi, was in the rain, with thousands of people, hand-to-hand combat defeated the Guangxi 50,000 army, woo woo ......"

The Hunan generals who participated in the bloody battle of Wuzhou cried extremely sadly, and Yinzhen and others were all stunned as if they were struck by lightning.

"It's those brutes! The Cangwu battalion relied on the rain battle in Wuzhou to get its military name! Dashuai, hurry up! ”

A thief army of about 1,000 people approached the foot of Luojia Mountain, and the Hunan generals were even more frightened, and the other generals were also frightened, and they hugged Yinzhen and dragged him towards the rear.

General Fuyuan wilted the flag in the rain, although the flag was still there, the general had already run away, and no one shuttled through the battlefield to contact the two armies of Yanxin and Garbi, and the battle of Yizhang came to a real end in the light rain that began to fall at about five o'clock in the afternoon.

(To be continued)