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An arch bridge with a head of more than three feet, spanning the turbulent water, the bluestone on the bridge deck has accumulated over time, and the potholes are full of potholes. The stone lions carved on the balustrade are also pitch black. Qi Hanyuan held a straw stick in his mouth, looking in the direction of the east of the bridge, a little anxious and a little impatient.

In the distance, the cannon roared, the earth trembled, the shock wave reached their feet, and the whole person was also excited! Blood boiling.

"Boss, when we were in the battle of northern Henan, it was the first-class main force. In the face of the Tartar artillery, we also dare to hedge against them. How did you get to this time, but put us behind, isn't this a useless place for heroes? ”

Another drummer also said: "Yes, I listened to the sound of the cannon over there, at least four rounds, how many Tartars can escape, maybe the Tartars have been killed at this time, I think we can only drink the northwest wind, watch the excitement!" ”

Qi Hanyuan spit out the straw stick in his mouth, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Grandpa Guo sent us over to guard the bridge, just work hard, one by one full of complaints, or is it not a soldier?" ”

"Boss, we're not complaining, can you fight with the boss, transfer us up, don't poke here anymore!"

Qi Hanyuan's brows furrowed, to be honest, he also had this thought. At this moment, suddenly there was another strong tremor on the ground.

The drummer shook his head again: "Hey, just listening to them kill people with cannons makes us feel uncomfortable!" ”

"That's not right!"

Qi Hanyuan listened to it twice, suddenly jumped up from the ground, put his ear on the bridge deck, and bursts of fluctuations came from afar, and his face gradually showed surprise.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for, hurry up and prepare, the Tartars are coming!"

A sentry soldier, heard the news. All came to their senses, and they retreated into their positions by the bridge.

The position is actually two rows of side vans, forming a figure-of-eight, with openings facing the stone bridge, which is convenient for the formation of crossfire. In front of the carriage were also stacked high sandbags to protect the shooting soldiers in the back.

An ** is still quite attentive in civil engineering. Such a fortification is not much of a hassle, and the defense is better than armor.

No sooner had the soldiers stood behind the firing hole than they heard the sound of horses' hooves, and on the distant horizon, a large cavalry rushed out, and the black pressure was almost endless. Covering the sky and the sun, like a swarm of crows!

When the soldiers guarding the bridge saw it, their hearts instantly contracted. They had never met so many opponents, and the Tartars were afraid that they had passed a thousand.

Qi Hanyuan's palms were sweating, but more of them were excited.

"Brothers, when it's time to show your true skills, no one is allowed to coax them!"

The Tartar cavalry was getting closer. The soldiers' breathing became heavier and heavier, and finally the moment the Tartar's vanguard stepped onto the stone bridge, Qi Hanyuan's fire bolt spewed tongues of fire, and a lead bullet was ready to hit the Tartar's chest.

The bullet pierced through the two layers of Tartar's armor and burst out in the back of the heart, creating a wound the size of a rice bowl, and flesh splattered out, and the corner of the Tartar's mouth twitched twice. and fell off his horse.

The power of the Mini rifle is beyond Qi Hanyuan's imagination, but the only fly in the ointment is that this rifle is too cumbersome to manufacture, and can only be equipped in small quantities for sniping.

In fact, the main An** soldiers are also equipped with arquebuses, and only the guards and first-line elites are equipped with self-generated firearms, as for the large area equipped with mini guns. The time it takes will be even more staggering.

However, with the current firepower, it is enough to fight against the Tartars.

The surging cavalry rushed up to the stone bridge, and they were greeted by volleys of bullets fired from the back of the vans. The rain of crossed bullets turned into the scythe of death.

The Tartar cavalry were shot one after another, fell under the stone bridge, and were swept away by the rushing water.

The narrow stone bridge, Yan zhòng restrained the cavalry's swing, but An ** was extremely relaxed, as long as they waited for the Tartars to send them to the door, they just fired.

As soon as the Tartar came up, his head broke and he was bleeding, and the brows of Mel Zhangjing Langtai, who was in charge of the command, furrowed into a pimple. The Tartars are not fools, they do not attack a stone bridge for no reason.

The location here is too important, it happens to be a connection point between the Chinese army and the right flank, as long as this stone bridge is taken, it can go straight to the rear of the An **, and even destroy those deadly cannons.

The Tartar abacus clanged, but unexpectedly kicked on the iron plate, and Lang Tai suddenly blew his beard and glared.

"The warriors of the Qing Dynasty, in the face of the Ming dog, you can't rush over, this is the biggest shame!"

Shouting frantically, he quickly found more than a hundred strong soldiers, made them abandon their horses, and rushed forward, each holding a large shield.

These shields are one meter long, more than half a meter wide, and two or three points thick, and the heaviest can reach forty catties. It is still difficult for ordinary people to raise one arm, but these guys even charge with shields, which shows how strong their bodies are.

Such a large shield obviously had its benefits, and ordinary firecrackers could not hurt them at all. And when combined, it is an impregnable wall, impregnable. The fierce Tartars, holding their shields and resembling a bunch of human tanks, rushed madly towards the stone bridge.

Bang Bang Bang!

The lead shot hit the shield and the sparks flew wildly, leaving at most a dent in the shield. When Tartar saw that An ** couldn't hurt them, he suddenly became extremely excited, screamed, and rushed forward.

Qi Hanyuan's eyes were red when he saw it, and he grabbed a grenade. Ignited quickly, and only when the fire rope was halfway burned did he throw the grenade violently.

Of course, it is quite dangerous for him to do this, after all, the current firearms are not accurate enough, and if he doesn't do it, he will hurt himself, but he can't care about it. The grenade slashed in a graceful arc, more than a meter above the Tartar's head, and exploded rapidly.

The Tartar had a shield on the front, but it was not on the head, and the flying shrapnel stuck into the Tartar's head and cut his throat. A tall Tartar took a few steps forward and fell on the stone bridge with a thud, a palm-sized piece of shrapnel stuck in the back of his neck, and blood kept pouring out!

When the other soldiers saw that this attack was effective, they followed suit, and for a moment the Tartars' heads and ground seemed to be bursting with thunder, and one grenade after another exploded, and the Tartars were constantly killed, and suddenly the dense shield array became loose.

"There's even more fun, Tartars, try it!"

Saying that, Qi Hanyuan, they carried out a swarm of bees. The shepherd boy opened his mouth and aimed at the tartars, and with the ignition, the rockets shot out quickly. More charges gave the rocket a powerful power, much more fierce than the firecracker, like a meteor crashing into the Tartar's shield.

Some rockets pierced through the shield and pierced the Tartar's body. Others did not penetrate the shield though. But the force had caused the Tartar to dislocate and even fracture his arm, and he could no longer hold the shield.

At this time, the firecracker was powerful again, and a dense wave of bullets swept in. Most of these specially selected warriors were killed, and only twenty or thirty remained, and the wolf bèi fled back.

Lang Tai is completely crazy. He clenched his fists tightly and went into battle in person, a mere stone bridge, can it be rare to live the warriors of the Qing Dynasty?

"Rush, kill the bright dog for me!"

The tartars are surging, and they are surging up like a death.

"Boss, we're running out of grenades. Fire, gunpowder is not much! ”

Suddenly, Qi Hanyuan frowned, and said unceremoniously: "Don't you still have a bayonet, and you still have this life!" As long as you have a breath, you can't let the Tartar get your wish! ”

"Yes, you just can't make the Tartars happy!"

As soon as everyone was desperately ready, the Tartars rushed up again, and they got closer and closer. All the way to the front of the side van.

A tartar armed with a large axe slammed into the carriage, chopping sawdust everywhere. Qi Hanyuan saw the opportunity, and just as the tartar dropped the big axe, his bayonet stabbed out accurately and stabbed into the opponent's throat, and suddenly the strong man convulsed all over his body and fell to the ground in pain.

Brutal hand-to-hand combat. An**'s soldiers also continued to suffer casualties, and Qi Hanyuan also received an arrow in his arm, but they fought to the death.

"Meet at the Martyrs' Shrine!"

Qi Hanyuan stabbed hard into the stomach of the tartar, and blood immediately flowed everywhere. The mess inside flowed out, and the strength in his body was almost exhausted.

Suddenly, from a distance, a trotting force rushed up, and there was a battalion of men. They came too timely, just when Qi Hanyuan and they were about to collapse, these people held fire guns and spat deadly bullets at the Tartars, and suddenly they fell down like cutting wheat!

Shiqiao turned the corner, and Qi Hanyuan sat on the ground with his buttocks, panting heavily. It was Luan Hu who came to the rescue, and he grinned and said, "Good boy, it's very powerful!" ”

"Awesome, it almost became a card of the Martyrs' Shrine!"

"Hahaha, it's okay, the Tartars are going to be unlucky! Grandpa Guo will be angry with you. ”

Of course, Luan Hu is not bragging, and An ** has gradually taken the initiative on the entire battlefield. The Tartars made two frontal charges in a row.

The Tartars faced the rain of bullets and bullets of An**, and bravely attacked, I have to say that these Tartars are quite brave and resolute, and they are all not afraid of death.

But flesh and blood could not compete with guns, and the Tartars were beaten to the point of rivers of blood and corpses. The wide battlefield was full of piles of corpses, crushed by horses' hooves, like mud, mixed together

Gu Zhenhua was in the telescope, taking in the situation of the Tartar. Seeing that Bolo concentrated his forces again, he launched a third wave of attacks.

Gu Zhenhua sneered: "Order, the whole army is moving forward, it's time for the Tartars to taste our awesomeness!" ”

With Gu Zhenhua's order, the herald Pegasus rushed to the front of Ma Jinzhong.

"General Ma, Grandpa Guo has an order, the whole army moves forward!"

"All the troops forward!"

……

An ** has always taken a defensive position, and the soldiers behind are recuperating, and it is at the peak of the time, they are stepping on the neat war drums, and the loud military songs echo.

The cannon rumbled, exploding in the ranks of the Tartars, and the grenadiers threw grenades at the Tartars. The dense ranks of Tartars became sparse, and the sparse Tartars turned into corpses.

"Ann, win!"

"Ann, win!"

The majestic roar shook the earth!

The overwhelming number of soldiers rushed towards the Tartars.