Chapter 310: The city is broken

The Fran cannon caused some trouble for the siege, but it was not enough to stop the shield cart from being pushed to the gates. The suppressed fire was so fierce that almost one of them was killed, and in the short section of the city wall, in less than two hours of fighting, corpses were piled up all over the city.

Just when Zilharang was desperately commanding not to go to the city to continue the battle, suddenly the Dengzhou battalion under the city began to run back, and the rope under the hot air balloon was also pulling back vigorously. What's going on? As if an appointment had been made, the artillery under the city dragged the shelf and ran back, as if there was a ghost at the city gate.

Zilharang felt uneasy, and subconsciously shouted to his subordinates: "Everyone run away, don't stay where you are, run quickly." ”

The fuse was three minutes, a little longer, mainly taking into account the speed of the artillery and those hot air balloons. The golden soldiers at the head of the city hadn't reacted to anything yet, and when they saw everyone running, they all ran with them.

Chen Xie found himself a pair of earplugs and squatted behind the sandbag wall, three thousand meters away from the city, and Master Chen's fear of death could be seen. Everyone hid in the trench where they started, thanks to the people last night.

The earth suddenly jumped violently, and even if they were hiding in a trench a thousand meters away, many people's ears were instantly deaf. It's like an earthquake erupting, and every qiē around is shaking. The fortified city wall was lifted more than ten meters high, and a huge cloud of gunpowder smoke rose up.

Puff, puff, debris splashed like raindrops, many people were stunned by the people who were squatting in the trench with their heads in their hands, and the falling rocks hit more than a dozen unlucky eggs.

At this time, I stood up and looked at the city wall, at least fifty meters of the wall was blown down. Under the bombardment for several days. The city wall, which was not very strong, boomed at this moment, and some sections that would not have collapsed also collapsed. According to the fact, the explosion caused at least 500 casualties.

The first officer to jump up from the trench was Zhang Biao, holding his sword high and roaring: "Rush with me!" ”

An infantry battalion, as an assault team, rushed in after Zhang Biao, while the other infantry battalions performed their own duties, lined up neatly and then pressed forward, covering with gun fire.

Stepping on the rubble, the Dengzhou battalion rushed into the city. Zilharang who ran away in advance. Dodged this explosion. By the time he saw the collapsed city wall, there was nothing he could do to stop the Dengzhou battalion from rushing in.

"Stand!" Hundreds of golden soldiers appeared in front, and a square of 200 people immediately stood still. Arrange in two columns. Raise your gun and shoot. The sound of crackling gunfire was like raindrops. The imposing Houjin soldiers were killed and wounded. Another square came up behind him, and another volley of guns came up. A Kara, who had arrived from the nearest camp, came under fire from two infantry battalions. Hundreds of people were left behind.

The city was broken, and Zilharang did not continue to organize a new counterattack, leaving two of the Khala's troops to block it, and the others withdrew from the north gate. The Dengzhou soldiers suffered their first relatively large casualties, and the Jin soldiers, who used the building as a cover, finally had a chance to fight in close combat.

Chahari took more than 300 people under his command and hid behind the building, and when the Dengzhou camp approached, he suddenly jumped off the wall. After fighting for so long, the aggrieved Jin Bing finally found a chance to vent. But the soldier didn't jump down as he thought, waiting for him and his subordinates to be half of the people knocked down with a crackle. The rest finally rushed forward and had a chance to fight in close combat. The greenskin, who was expected to run away in panic, was not in the slightest, holding a rifle with a bayonet, and in a group of three, they cooperated and relied on each other, and even did not fall behind in close combat.

If it were the first battle, these soldiers would have been afraid. But now it's different, the continuous victories, the high morale of the Dengzhou soldiers, there is no fear of Jiannu in their hearts. Isn't it just fighting bayonets? I usually practice a lot.

"Kill!" "Kill" and "kill", shouting scenes of fierce battles are everywhere, and the two sides with equal strength, in the melee battle in this street, both sides are bloody. The big knife in Chahari's hand slashed over a green skin, and before he could continue swinging the knife, he was stabbed with a bayonet in the back of the waist, and suddenly all his strength was gone. Turning around with the last bit of strength, he saw a young soldier, who raised his foot and kicked him without hesitation, and at the end of his sight, the young soldier stabbed a bayonet into the chest of a warrior.

Everywhere the guns were fired, everywhere there was fighting. According to post-war statistics, there were at least 500 scenes of hand-to-hand combat. The scattered Jin soldiers, taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain, have been entangled with the Dengzhou battalion.

Chen Xie left an infantry battalion as a reserve, and the rest of the troops were all put into battle. The fierce fighting lasted until midnight and basically ended, and the sporadic fighting continued, and it was not until dawn that it completely calmed down, and in the end there were less than 100 Jin soldiers who escaped from the battlefield. Chen Xie didn't care about the battle, and went to the field hospital in person and stood on the operating table.

The Dengzhou battalion, which had no experience in street fighting, withstood the pressure in front of an opponent who also had no experience in street fighting, and in hand-to-hand combat, paid more than 500 casualties. Among them, more than 100 people were directly killed. This is the biggest loss suffered by the Dengzhou Battalion since its establishment. Houjin's loss was about 3,000 Manchurian elites, and the battle loss was six to one in direct combat, which was generally a satisfactory result. Counting these wounded soldiers, at least eighty percent of them can survive, and the actual proportion is even greater. After all, the golden soldiers in their hands will not be left alive.

After the operation was over, Chen Xie said to the nurse without thinking about it: "Prepare for the next one." When he habitually wanted to go for disinfection, the nurse told him: "There are no wounded soldiers who need to be operated on, and the old man has made five doctors' quantities alone." ”

Put down the scalpel and look out the window, the sky is faint. Chen Xie knew why the nurse said this, few doctors could have his body. Standing on the edge of the operating table for nearly 20 hours in a row, a person was tired and paralyzed.

Sitting on a chair and resting for a while, Chen Xie went to take a shower, and when he came back, he heard a faint explosion from inside the city. Seeing Chief of Staff Su Haochen coming over, Chen Xie smiled and asked, "Why are you still fighting?" ”

"Raiding the house, I have suffered a lot of such losses before, and I can't shout and rush in. This will all learn to be smart, and if you can't shout, no matter if there is anyone or not, throw grenades into the house and yard first. But the grenadiers were overjoyed. ”

"What is the current casualty toll?" Chen Xie looked a little heavy, it was the first time he had fought in the streets, and it was the first time he had done so many surgeries.

"There were more minor injuries, more than 300. Nearly two hundred were seriously wounded, all from close combat. More than 100 people died in direct action. ”

Lighting a cigarette, Chen Xie took a few puffs and threw it away, nodded and said, "Let's go, go to the headquarters." ”

The situation on the map has not changed much, and one more Haizhou has been occupied. It can be seen that the battle of the cavalry unit is also approaching a period of fatigue and is resting. After looking at the map for a while, Chen Xie turned his head and asked, "Do you want to fight Liaoyang?" ”

Su Haochen was obviously stunned, this was an idea that was contrary to the original battle plan. When someone asks that, he must reprimand him. Chen Xie said this, he hesitated for a while before saying: "The ammunition of the troops has been consumed eighty percent, even if it is not good to go by sea, it will take three days to come to Gaizhou." I reckon that the cavalry did not continue to destroy, and this is also the reason. ”

"Yes, it's not what it used to be, more than 20,000 people are not enough, and the pressure is too great. From Gaizhou to Haizhou before, we walked for three days in just one hundred miles. The speed of the march was not fast, mainly because the logistics could not keep up. The roads of Liaodong cannot be compared with Dengzhou. That's why I formed the B-word battalion. Tell you to grab as many animals as you can, especially mules and horses. We stayed in Haizhou for a maximum of ten days and then withdrew to Gaizhou. Chen Xie couldn't help but feel a little regretful, which also strengthened his idea of turning the Jiazi battalion into a mule and a horse. It is the so-called mounted infantry, and only then can the problem of the mobility of troops be solved.

The rubble at the gate of the city has been cleared by the people, and Chen Xie has entered Haizhou with the guards, and it has been another day. Last night, the news of He Xian came back, and the cavalry troops completed their assembly and withdrew to Haizhou early in the morning. This time they went out to achieve rich results, robbing more than 8,000 head of livestock, of which more than 3,000 could be used as war horses, and more than 5,000 were horses, mules, and donkeys. A total of more than 300 villages were destroyed, plus one Yaozhou, more than 10,000 Han people were snatched back, and more than 1,000 Mongolian women and children were recovered.

The results of the battle in Haizhou have also been counted, and more than 8,000 soldiers of the Manchu and Han Eight Banners have been beheaded, and more than 38,000 Han people have been recaptured. There are countless gold and silver treasures, and I haven't counted them for the time being. When Chen Xie entered the city, a cart of belongings was being pulled to Gaizhou. Fleeing in a hurry, basically the people in the city did not run, and in the battle after entering the city, the people all took up arms to resist, causing a lot of casualties. Regardless of whether there is this antecedent or not, the consequences of snatching up a qiē are doomed.

Walking on the streets, there are people everywhere who are being carried by soldiers, and as long as they can be taken away, they will all be taken away. This is a policy formulated by Chen Xie, and the Dengzhou camp also resolutely implements it. What is currently being done is the first step, which is to grab all the belongings. The second step is fire prevention, burning all the qiē. Even wells have to be filled. In this era, Chen Xie has no psychological pressure at all to do these things.

"Stop!" There were people running in the alley, soldiers chasing behind, bang, bang, and after a few gunshots, a man fell on the ground. Chen Xiice immediately stepped forward, and the dozen or so soldiers who chased him immediately saluted when they saw him.

"What's going on?" Chen Xie asked with a smile, and the non-commissioned officer who led the team saluted: "Report to the master, this person hid in the barn, injured a brother, and ran out." Looking at a soldier chasing after him, his head was still bleeding, Chen Xie knew that this thing had been beaten with a stick.

"You go on!" With a wave of his hand, Chen Xie turned around and left, and when he looked back, the soldier dragged the corpse away. I didn't pay attention to how old he was just now, and I felt like he was seventeen or eighteen years old. Shaking his head, shaking off a trace of shame, he thought to himself, "Then what is the Holy Mother doing?" This era is like this, Jiannu is in Xuanda, maybe more vicious than what I did. (To be continued......)