"Boom-" An iron bullet flew out with a roar, directly hitting a wave of charging Twist cavalry. Liu Mingchuan saw the blood splash in the telescope and smiled smugly.

With Bi Huaqing in charge of the artillery team, he can put a hundred hearts.

With a bang, accompanied by a panicked scream, a six-pound iron bullet roared, crashed into the group of twisters, and effortlessly stepped out of a flesh alley, and the rest of the cavalry of the twisters scattered in a hurry, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

Li Yuntai avoided the helmet that was smashed by a cannonball, panted and galloped with more than 100 of his relatives on horseback, and retreated to the back of the woods on the side in a panic. Although it is not clear whether this thin forest can hold off the flying cannonballs, it is psychologically safer. When he got here, he could finally stop to catch his breath, and turned his head to look at the soldiers around him, many of whom had lost their weapons, staring at him in a panic, surrounded by groups of fleeing infantry, and the wounded on the ground were ignored.

"Fuck it!" Li Yuntai cursed fiercely. Liu Mingchuan's firepower is too strong. He led thousands of white flag horse team and small 10,000 infantry team and the inscription battalion to fight, not to mention the close fighting, just a burst of artillery bombardment, a few rows of gunfire, the infantry team collapsed, and then the horse team in the musket artillery focus care and the inscription battalion horse team under the shadow of the infantry team also quickly followed in the footsteps of the infantry team.

Li Yuntai is determined, he is also experienced in a hundred battles, although he was defeated in this battle, but it is like that. He's fought worse defeats. In the peasant rebel army, every general grew up in the repeated interplay of victory and defeat.

"Boom" The three four-pounder guns roared again, and three iron bullets flew out of the barrels, drawing three arcs and rushing towards the defeated troops of the Twist Army, which were beginning to show signs of convergence three hundred paces away.

The western four-pound is almost the three catties of the Qing system, a three-pound iron bullet is shot into the defeated group of the twisted army at a perfect angle, like a sharp blade, the thigh of the first landing soldier is cut off, and then the calf of a twister soldier behind is cut without pause, and then smashed to the ground, and a cloud of yellow smoke and dust exploded on the ground and then bounced to the ground, and the twisted soldiers on the line were beaten to pieces, broken limbs, broken arms and broken knives and guns flew everywhere, and this iron bullet finally tore off the right arm of a twister with half of the shoulder, the iron bullet jumped a few times on the yellow earth with flesh and blood, and finally stopped.

The wounds of the six or seven Twisted soldiers who had been hit revealed their pale shoulder bones, and there were still torn red muscles beside them, and blood gushed out of the huge wounds like fountains.

The screams of exhaustion continued to sound, and another cannonball fell into the ranks of the Twist Army, and then formed a ricochet bullet along the lì, and the low flat trajectory made its lethality suddenly increase several times, and the stumps and flesh of seven or eight Twist Army soldiers were sprinkled on the ground again.

Ren Huabang took nearly half of the Twist Army to ambush more than 20 miles southeast of the county, but with the advance of the Twist Army to the southeast and Liu Mingchuan's pursuit, the moment the battle started, it was less than ten miles away from the ambush of the Twist Army Horse Team.

Ren Huabang heard the sound of gunfire clearly, but he waited, waited, waited, half an hour passed, but he still didn't wait for Zhang Zongyu's signal to attack.

Zhang Zongyu looked at the battlefield expressionlessly, if the inscription battalion did not move on a large scale, he would not send a signal for Ren Huabang to attack. And Li Yuntai's failure did not make the inscription camp move.

Although it is a pity, this point is still within the scope of Zhang Zongyu's consideration. Liu Mingchuan is a famous general of the Huai Army, how can he let him get carried away with just half a white flag? If he was really so brainless, he would not have been able to become a supplementary admiral in two years.

"Woo ......"

The horn of the Twist Army sounded. The black horse team, the surging crowd, the foot team covering the earth, Zhang Zongyu took out a small half of the family property of the Twist Army.

"Kill—"

Li Yuntai, the owner of the white flag, Niu Hongsheng, the owner of the black flag, Zhang Zongjue, the king of Youwo, Zhang Zongyu's brother Zhang Zongxian, the four leaders of the prancing horse and raising the sword, and the twisting army of nearly 30,000 people, under the leadership of the big and small leaders, broke out into a violent cry that resounded through the world, and rushed towards the inscription camp like a tide.

If there are still some tactical tactics when the horse team of the Twist Army fights, then their infantry team only has the trick of 'sea of people'.

Bi Huaqing looked at the dense layers of soldiers coming up in front of him, his eyes first showed a disapproving pride, and then a pity, and shouted: "Iron bullet preparation!" Blossom bomb ready! ”

Eighty percent of the artillery in Liu Mingchuan's artillery team were all new artillery purchased by Li Hongzhang from Britain and France in Europe. Naturally, there are shrapnel grenades, which are the flowering bombs in the country's population.

With Bi Huaqing's order, the artillery team of the inscription battalion raised the muzzles of twelve four-pounder guns and eight six-pounder guns in unison. These twenty light artillery pieces are the configuration firepower of Liu Mingchuan's battle, and in Jiangyin, the old nest of the inscription battalion, the artillery team left there is even better than this. Nine-pound, and even twelve-pound guns, Liu Mingchuan has eight.

Li Hongzhang assigned Liu Mingchuan a standard European artillery battery with a twelve-pounder gun.

"Fire!"

In Bi Huaqing's hoarse shout, twenty new guns opened fire at the same time. The roaring salvo shook the eardrums.

……

The power of the artillery salvo was powerful, and after the twenty iron balls were fired at once, the opposite twisted army column was a group of people screaming horses, and there was a lot of confusion.

A large puff of gunpowder smoke rose up, twenty artillery pieces kept making a deafening cannon sound, and the flying iron bullets jumped through the crowd of twisters.

Li Yuntai and Zhang Zongjue led the horse team to start a targeted feint.

Either attacking the front of the inscription battalion, or acting in the right position of the inscription battalion, braving waves of bullets and sometimes bursting bullets, they did their best to distract the attention and firepower of the Huai army.

The battle between the Twist Army and the Inscription Battalion, after experiencing the prelude battle of the White Flag, quickly entered the **.

The dust raised by thousands of horse teams, tens of thousands of people charging together, and the momentum that erupted, made Liu Mingchuan unable to distinguish the specific amount of strength invested in the army.

He can only be sure that Zhang Zongyu still has a large-scale horse team in hand, but he doesn't know the specific scale of this horse team, let alone that on the side of his position, there is still a 10,000-person horse team in the twisted army.

Because the entire battlefield was also participated by Liu Xian's subordinates, in addition to taking care of themselves, the Twist Army also had to allocate a large number of troops to deal with the attack of the Qin army.

……

Hongji Bridge.

The sound of guns and artillery on both sides of the strait was intensive, and the smoke of gunpowder billowed overhead, obscuring the sun overhead.

Liu Xian stared at the virtual map of the hook, and had to say to the leaders of the Twist Army in his heart: Well done.

The team faces east.

Not to mention the direct mobilization of the inscription battalion in Runan City, when he followed his army to press in, this narrow Ru River became a natural line of defense for the Twist Army.

-- With the use of troops, Liu Xian could be firmly blocked on the west bank of the Ru River in a short time.

"Dalin."

"Mark it in."

"Here you keep an eye on me, don't ask for merit but no fault, just stick to the twist."

"Yes."

"Wei Ming."

"Mark it in."

"The cavalry battalion come with me—"