Artillery fire is stretching.

Some shells exploded less than a hundred paces away.

Trump is sharpening his bayonet with a whetstone, which he will use soon. In the distance, the cavalry of the Qing army was rushing overwhelmingly, and at this time they were really like reefs in the stormy sea, scattered with stars, about to usher in the most violent wave beating.

Will the waves break us and sweep us away, or will we stand still?

Mr. Trump, who believed they could withstand the onslaught of Qing cavalry, was in the middle of the battle as a small sergeant. But with rich experience, it can be seen that under the fierce artillery fire of the Han army, although the Qing army's charge is fierce and tenacious, it is also suffering tragic casualties.

The most important thing is that the cavalry group charge of the Qing army was already limited in this river valley, and now it is bombarded by countless cannons, which makes their formations constantly scattered.

"Such a large-scale cavalry charge is simply unimaginable in Europe." Trump sharpened his bayonet and said to his teammates. He was also a member of the European battlefield, but although various countries in Europe were fighting, the main force of each country was basically mercenary regiments, from generals to soldiers, all of whom were hired by feudal monarchs.

There are very few real national standing armies.

"Can we stop the Tartar cavalry charge?" Cui Donggen's tone was a little frightened, he was a recruit just recruited by the Beiyang Fleet a few years ago, he was a North Korean living by the Yalu River before he was recruited, and he used to be a ginseng picker in Changbai Mountain, with a strong body and good arrow shooting.

Although he had been training for half a year, this was his first time on the battlefield, and his hands couldn't help but tremble while holding a rifle.

Beside him, like the North Korean Kang Dong-hae, he pulled out a talisman from under his collar. This is the amulet that his family asked him for after he was enlisted.

"Donggen. We ask for the blessing of Sanqing Tianzun, and we will be safe. ”

Trump sharpened his bayonet and took something out of his collar, but it was a cross. Trump is a Spaniard, a Catholic, and before the Great War, he looked forward to praying to the Virgin Angel of God for protection.

The prayers of several people affected their companions, and everyone began to pray.

A Western non-commissioned officer next to Trump also crossed and prayed, but he was not a Catholic, he was a Dutchman. A Protestant.

While both Catholics and Protestants believe in only the one true God of the Trinity, Catholicism prohibits idolatry and only statues for commemoration. Protestantism also forbade idolatry, believing that statues were idols, and they were not allowed to make statues, but only made crosses as church symbols.

Initially there was only Catholicism, then Catholicism split into Catholicism and Orthodoxy hundreds of years ago, and then Protestantism split from Catholicism.

Today's great war in Europe revolves around the Holy Roman Emperor and the princes of the Empire. The war between the two major religious alliances, Protestantism and Catholicism.

Spain is devout Catholic, while the Dutch are Protestant, and Protestantism is in the East, also known as Christianity.

But in the Han Empire. Beliefs are inclusive, whether they are native Taoism or foreign Buddhism that has taken root in China long ago, including Tibetan Buddhism. Even Catholicism, Christianity, Orthodox Christianity, and even green religion and Judaism from the Middle East can spread here.

As long as they were willing to follow the religious administration system of the Han Empire, then they were able to spread the teachings. Grow the congregation. Even in the army, soldiers are not prevented from converting to religion. If you don't say, I don't ask.

As a result, in today's Han army, in some units, a company may have seven or eight beliefs.

Trump's company of more than 200 people is like this, including Spaniards, Dutch, Swedes, Germans, French, British, Russians, Italians, etc., as well as people from India, Southeast Asia, North Korea, Japan, Mongolia, Jurchens from the Heilongjiang region in Northeast China, and Han people from the Central Plains.

This is an all-inclusive company, with all kinds of beliefs, and everyone is tolerant of each other and does not conflict with each other.

However, in terms of faith, the most open are the Han soldiers in the Central Plains, who burn incense when they see the gods and Buddhas. It doesn't matter if he is a Mongolian shaman or a Tibetan lama, or even Buddhism and Taoism, or even Western Christianity, Southeast Asia's green religion, etc., it doesn't matter what God or Allah or Buddha, Sanqing Tianzun, anyway, from beginning to end, the gods and Buddhas chant it all over again, and they all pray.

"If you come to the Buddha, the Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jesus, God Allah, bless me!"

Company commander Zhao Xuanzhu prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, then put down his folded hands and shouted, "Okay, the gods and Buddhas have already worshipped, and now, it's up to us." Check your bullets again, and get your bayonets ready. ”

"I know that many of you are on the battlefield for the first time, and you have encountered such a big scene on the battlefield for the first time, and I want to say that it is your good luck. Because no matter how we fight, we will win this battle. Moreover, in this battle, His Majesty the Emperor personally commanded us, which is an unsurpassed honor. Rookies, you cheer, the first time you encounter such a big scene, the first time His Majesty the Emperor personally led you, the first time, it will be a big victory, the first time, you will have the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, win meritorious deeds, now, meet your first battle! ”

Another explosion, closer to them.

Cui Donggen felt a little unsteady under his feet, the earth was shaking from the explosion, and the cavalry's rapid charge, the iron hooves hitting the ground, also made the ground tremble.

"Check the bullets, check the bullets," Choi Dong-geun muttered silently as he checked his rifle again. The rifle, which had been fitted with a bayonet, was more than six feet long, slightly taller than his whole person.

A small hollow formation of more than 200 people in a company, with several layers inside and out, and in the middle of them was a horse-drawn cart, which was both an ammunition supply vehicle and a mobile battery, and behind it was a mountain howitzer.

Because it was his first time in actual combat, and his marksmanship was very good, this time he was not placed on the outermost periphery, but relatively in the inner circle, and his duty was to attack the enemy cavalry that rushed to the front as much as possible. Comrades in the outer ring will form a defense with bayonets and use the distributed grenades to block the enemy cavalry from charging into formation.

Cui Donggen looked left and right. In the roar of the cannons, the eyes were everywhere, there were hundreds of battle formations like them, and there were small gaps between each of these small formations.

He looked up at the sky, the weather was fine, and the April sun was already a little harsh.

The weather was fine, sunny and windless.

This weather was the best for the musketeers. The musket will be minimized from wind and rain to maximize its accuracy.

Ao Bai showed great courage, and in the face of the continuous cannon fire, he did not hesitate or fear. He took the lead and charged ahead.

There was only one thought in his heart, rush over, crash over, step on it, and fight his way out.

A cannonball whistled. Not a shrapnel, this shell did not fall from the top of his head, but from the hillside in front of his side.

It was a huge iron ball, and the solid cannonball weighed no less than ten pounds. The shells came whizzing at high speed and collided head-on with the shouting and angry Qing army.

For a moment, Ao Bai thought he was dead.

That ferocious cannonball was almost head-on, at that moment. His mind went blank, he couldn't breathe, and he felt a fatal feeling of suffocation.

And then thankfully. The big iron ball passed by him and smashed the standard-bearer beside him. The poor standard-bearer is also a warrior with a yellow flag, and he is still an old subordinate of Aobai. How many times have you fought with the enemy, and you have killed many nameless ghosts under the sword. Then this time, he lost the battle with the big iron ball miserably.

The big iron ball directly smashed his head away, and the black majestic horse continued to gallop with the headless corpse, and he still held the big flag in his hand.

After running forward for more than ten steps, the headless corpse fell off the horse.

And the culprit's big iron ball, after killing his standard-bearer, continued to rush over with unstoppable momentum, knocking down several knights along the line. Then the big iron ball hit the ground, bounced, flew forward in an arc, hit a few more unlucky ghosts, and finally lost momentum and rolled on the ground.

When the big iron ball of more than ten catties rolled on the ground, the lethality was still not reduced, breaking several horse legs, and several knights were caught off guard and fell from the horses, some were seriously injured, and some were directly trampled by the war horses behind.

Ao Bai felt like he could finally breathe fresh air.

In front of him, the regiment of Han infantry was already less than a few dozen paces apart.

With a little more effort, they will be able to break through the infantry, which has no fences, no trenches, and no chariot formations.

"Ready!"

The company commander looked at the approaching Qing cavalry, shouted loudly, and at the same time picked up the iron whistle hanging around his neck and blew it fiercely.

The whistle blew and the shooting began.

Cui Donggen, who was standing in the inner circle, heard the whistle and reflexively raised his gun. Picking up the gun, all that left his eyes was the enemy rider getting closer and closer, and the sound of his gaze seemed to disappear.

"Free Fire!"

"Dare to rush into battle, shoot the fuck!"

The company commander, the platoon leader, and the squad leader are all shouting loudly, and the non-commissioned officers at all levels are also loudly encouraging their comrades.

Cao Donggen's eyes locked on an enemy, a helmet that had fallen off, revealing a blue and black scalp on his forehead, and a Qing cavalry with a pig's tail on the back of his head.

Looking at the braid, Cao Donggen's eyes lit up.

He hated these braids and tartars, and he used to follow his father and brother across the Yalu River every year to collect ginseng. Collecting ginseng is a very hard and dangerous job, not only do you have to endure hunger and cold in the cold old forest, but you also have to be careful of the tigers and wolves. However, the most threatening ginseng pickers were the Qing army, after the Qing army took control of Liaodong, it was quite cruel to the Korean ginseng pickers who crossed the border, once caught, either shot on the spot, or captured as slaves.

Cao Donggen's father and brother both died at the hands of the Tartars.

Later, he also fell into the hands of the Qing army and became a slave of the Tartars, if it were not for the Chu army to Liaodong and captured Zhenjiang Kuandian and other places, he might have to spend his next life in the Tartars' farms as hard laborers.

There was a bang, a gunshot rang out, and the Tartar in his field of vision fell off his horse.

"The first one!" Cao Donggen endured his excitement and said silently in his heart. "This shot is to avenge my father!"

After firing a shot, he quickly reloaded, although this was the first time to fight, but he showed an unusually calm calm, calm to surprise himself. He was extremely nervous, but this nervousness did not affect him, but made him more focused.

He reloaded faster than he usually trained, and the whole reload was done in one go.

Raising the gun again, Cao Donggen's gaze locked on a Tartar who had rushed to the front.

"This shot is to avenge the eldest brother."

The gunfire rang out again, caught in the waving sound of gunfire. In sight, the Tartar with his saber was less than ten paces away from them, and he was about to rush into the formation with his prancing horse, but the whole person suddenly froze, and then his body was unstable, and he fell off the horse, one foot still hanging on the pedal, and was dragged away by the horse.

Without the knight's control, the horse rushed to the front of the battle, frightened by the bright bayonet, turned the horse's head, and ran down into the gap, taking its former master with him. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you for your support, the people of the left road, Ang Qun, and the cannons of the world! Thank you!