Many years later, someone asked Jia Hao, what is the real reason why you launched a bayonet charge in the rain under Wuzhou City? Do you want to get some results before Li Xi arrives and save the face he lost before?

Jia Hao was not angry, and he was not angry with his grandson, he thought about it seriously.

In a moment, he thought about it, at that time, he had all the thoughts, but he didn't have the idea of fighting for his own face, just like Lin Tangjie's unauthorized retreat, he also knew that Lin Tangjie was by no means cowardly, and their thinking at that time was far beyond the mood of ordinary people in the face of death and frustration.

But this decision, to a certain extent, is indeed based on the issue of face, but it is not Jia Hao's personal face, but the face of the Yulin Army, and even the face of everyone in the Yulin Army and the Longxiang Army. Because Li Xian was in a hurry, it was like parents who were worried about the safety of their children and had to stand in front of them and bear all the pressure.

Jia Hao's voice, "What do you want us to do?" The rhetorical question resonated with everyone. In a few days, they will be taught by Li Xi for four years, and they have grown from ignorant teenagers to military generals who are in charge of hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands. To a certain extent, they are also regarded as strict fathers and loving fathers, when they shouted their hearts in Qingpu and forced Li Xian to be robed in red clothes, the spirit of "I have grown up" became stronger and stronger, and they always wanted to prove it to Li Xian, even if it was at the cost of blood and life.

"Look inside you and ask yourself if you have the courage to ask me this question, and if you find it, you will also have the idea of proving to me that you have grown up, and if you find it, then you will find the answer to this question."

Jia Hao replied like this, but his face was a little gloomy, if God let him return to Wuzhou City decades ago at this moment, he would not have the same choice again.

"No...... I don't regret it! They won't regret it either! ”

Then he muttered to himself resolutely in his heart.

Time goes back, in the east of Wuzhou City, under the eastern slope of Jinji Ridge, the soldiers of the left battalion of the Yulin Army rushed to the hillside in the mud, and the Qing soldiers threw shuttle dart stones from the top of the slope, and saw many soldiers rolling down from the hillside, Jia Hao also said in his heart: "I don't regret it......"

"Yulin Army Command, Zuo Du Lieutenant, Jia", this general flag is standing under Jinji Ridge. There was a muffled bang, the thick wooden plank smashed into the muddy water, and a large group of soldiers of the Yulin Army wearing blue and black ponchos stepped on the wooden plank, crossed the trail under the ridge that was already like a small river, and lined up into a wide and dense wave of people, passing over Jia Hao, who was already covered with muddy water in a big red uniform, and surging up towards the top of the Jinji Ridge slope.

This is the left wing of the Yulin Army, and the first wing has rushed to the top of the slope under the leadership of Lin Tangjie, and what awaits them is four or five times the number of Qing soldiers. Immediately to the north of this wave of people, Ding Tangrui's right battalion is also attacking the top of the slope, and further north of Baiyun Mountain, Zhang Hanwan also led the Long Xiang army to defeat the Qing soldiers who had just occupied the mountain.

Not only did the rain soak the gunpowder, but the bowstring also lost its elastic surname, and in the process of rushing to the top of the slope, the Qing soldiers still had stones and shuttle darts, but they only had human bodies wearing helmets and cuirasses.

A stone flew down in the air, Lin Tangjie didn't dodge, but his chin was lowered, and with a bang, his helmet was smashed off by a stone, his body shook, and he almost fell.

"Command! Why don't you hide? ”

Someone behind him held him up and called out with concern.

"I'm not in command, I'm a brother who wants to block guns and arrows for you!"

The blood on his forehead flowed down, washed by the rain, Lin Tangjie didn't care, stepped on the top of the slope with one foot, waved the body of the gun, and swung the two spears that pierced over, and his mouth still shouted as if he was still commanding before.

"The bayonet - that's that long!"

Striding forward, even guns and knives and people crashed into the defense line where the Qing soldiers gathered, and the bayonet stabbed into the chest of a Qing soldier, he didn't worry about the left and right, his own companions to fill in, and he also had to cover their sides.

"It's so good that you look like a tartar and call your mother!"

The shouting dispelled the sound of the drizzle, and then pulled up a low roar, and on the top of the small Jinjiling slope, the more than 2,000 Qing soldiers gathered were actually knocked back again and again by these three or four hundred people, and it was this collision that at least the bodies of hundreds of Qing soldiers were pierced by narrow-bladed bayonets nearly three feet long.

One of them collapsed limply, and his hands were still unwilling to grasp the bayonet stuck under his throat, and his eyes looked straight at the soldiers of the Yulin Army in front of him. The soldier wore an iron helmet with brims, a cuirass like a rattan and bamboo, thick and heavy boots on his feet, which were not slippery in the mud, and an oilcloth cloak. And his permeable cotton armor was cold and wet, not only could he not stop the long bayonet, but the waist knife was also extremely difficult to wield, and the official boots under his feet were even more useless.

"I knew that I shouldn't have taken care of the official authority, put on straw sandals, and at least I could retreat flexibly......"

The last thought flashed through his mind, this one always fell into the muddy water with the momentum of the opponent's knife, a military boot stepped on his head, sinking the unconscious head into the mud, and the owner of the military boot followed his comrades, continued to move forward, forcing to the next target.

Details determine success or failure, everyone didn't have a deep understanding before, but now in the rain and muddy land with the Qing soldiers, the superiority of the equipment and training of the Yulin Army soldiers was suddenly revealed. The eaves of the iron helmet ensured a clear line of sight, and the Qing soldiers' hats had been drenched in heavy rain for several days, and they had long been damaged, and the rain had been brushing their eyelids. Although the cuirass of the soldiers of the Yulin Army is still made of rattan and bamboo, the shape of the chicken breast, soaked in rain, and the surface is extremely slippery. The Qing soldiers were basically unprotected, and the cotton armor worn by the generals became a burden. The poncho of the Yulin Army is sleeved, and the cuffs are tied up at the forearm, which can roughly ensure that the back is dry and the movement is not too stiff. In the Qing army, only generals were eligible to enjoy the treatment of fighting in oilcloth cloaks.

Another small detail directly affected the casualty ratio of the two sides, the military boots of the Yulin Army had a firm grip and could stabilize the lower plate in the mud, while the straw shoes of the Qing soldiers and the official boots of the generals were almost difficult to move in the mud, and many people were simply barefoot, and it was difficult to maintain stability under full force in the lower plate. The unlucky boss slipped under his feet and was picked up cheaply.

This is just equipment, Yulin Army's spear stabbing technique is carefully condensed by Yan Sanniang, with concise movements as the key, and the attack is only a few simple styles of stabbing, slashing, and smashing. Moreover, the team is still dense during the battle, and does not give the enemy a chance to maneuver left and right, that is, advances and retreats in a straight line. Although these Qing soldiers wielding waist swords and spears were hand-to-hand combat soldiers, they were mainly trained in "fancy", and they had not received any training in battle at all.

This wing was only more than 300 soldiers, and there were forty or fifty casualties when they hit the hillside, but as soon as they faced the Qing soldiers, the more than 1,000 Qing soldiers on the top of the slope were rushed back again and again.

Relying on the large number of people, after the Qing soldiers relieved themselves, they were nailed to the top of the mountain, still resisting the Yulin army. The top of the slope is narrow, and after a short time, the two sides have collided together, and there is no room to move and dodge, and it is even difficult to wield knives and bayonets, almost like bulls, both want to push each other down the hill.

Lin Tangjie's bayonet was embedded in the stomach of a Qing soldier, and it was difficult to pull it out, although the Qing soldier was dead, he was still standing upright, and was used as a shield by other Qing soldiers, pushing him deadly. His companions on the left and right held him, and the companions behind him pushed him, so that he was close to the dead man's face. And his rapid breathing was almost mixed with a Qing soldier behind the dead man, and that Qing soldier, like countless other people who were pushing and suppressing the soldiers of the Yulin Army, was full of horror, as if he had only one thought, push him down and win.

When the Qing soldier came to his senses, his arm was pulled out of the crack in the person, and the waist knife was raised high, Lin Tangjie subconsciously touched his waist, and then secretly cursed Damn, he is just an ordinary soldier now, and he has no more saber.

"Command!"

The soldiers on the left and right and even behind them exerted their strength at the same time, wanting to cover Lin Tangjie, the waist knife fell, cut off a soldier's arm, and then slashed diagonally on Lin Tangjie's shoulder, at the same time, the soldier behind Lin Tangjie jumped up, the bayonet in his hand finally had room to move, and the tip of the blade stabbed heavily into the eyes of the Qing soldier. But with a leap, the soldier hung his body in the crowd and became the target of the Qing soldiers on the left and right, and four or five spear darts were inserted into his body in succession.

There was no screaming and wailing, and all voices were drowned out by the rough breathing of everyone and the dull sound of pushing each other. The commander of Lian Yao's battalion who was watching the battle in the rear was beside Pan Shiyu, He Ming felt that something was wrong, he was deaf and mute, although the world was silent, but he could tell whether it was silence, because he couldn't hear it, or if it was originally silent.

What he felt now was a silence, a boiling silence that made it difficult for his veins to escape.

"At this time, everyone is just like you, and they don't need to hear anything, and they can't hear anything anymore."

Pan Shiyu gestured with him, this is a contest of courage, at this time, you only need to guard your heart.

Jinji Ridge seems to be a cut higher, and the figure has become an extension of the mountain, and there is almost no separation between people, but the blood and water have become an obvious dividing line, dividing the crowd on the ridge into two. The dividing line, which had been roughly straight, gradually began to twist, and then the teeth of the dogs intertwined, and just as one line was about to break into countless lines, another wave of people poured up from the east to the top of the slope.

The blood and water boundary quickly retreated, and then spread, originally relying on four or five times the number of people, the Qing soldiers almost divided and surrounded the left battalion A wing, but the B wing rushed up, although it was only three or four hundred people, the Qing soldiers were like the end of a strong crossbow, and the heart that had been tense suddenly cracked, and they retreated one after another.

The men and horses on both wings went down the slope, and although the rain kept washing, the bayonets with handles were stained with blood, and many of them were still hung with broken flesh and bones. A large group of Qing soldiers fled with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but it was impossible to escape the bayonet penetrating the vest.

"Go on! Benfu is here, if the thief army fights, Benfu will be loyal to the emperor with you! ”

To the west of Jinji Ridge, on the Black Stone Ridge outside Wuzhou City, Chen Yuanlong sat firmly under the canopy, and when he saw the crowd of Qing soldiers in the distance, he said without changing his face.

"The Upgrading Headquarters was defeated in Yingde as early as possible, and the useless people in front of them were just gathered in a hurry, and they had long lost their blood to raise the standard! Guangxi athletes, you have to look at my caressing! ”

The general of the Fubiao middle battalion made a bold statement and attacked with Fubiao.

"The left battalion C wing Ding wing replaced the two wings of A and B ......"

At the foot of Jinji Ridge, Jia Hao was also expressionless, but when Lin Tangjie's body was carried down from the top of the slope and passed by him, the rain rushing on his face seemed to be mixed with a trace of tears.

"In the year of Yiwei, it has been ugly, it has been ugly, it has been ugly, and it is the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, and it is cold. The Yulin army fought the Qing soldiers in Jinji Ridge in the east of Wuzhou City, and the blood and rain on the ridge covered the sky, and the corpses and flesh were muddy. ”

Xiang Shanxuan, who joined the army, silently wrote notes with the army, and at this time, it was almost dusk, and the Qing soldiers had attacked three waves in a row. The left battalion of the Yulin Army finished its four wings, and the right battalion also passed the two wings, and Jinjiling was finally firmly in the hands of the Yulin Army. The mud on the top of the slope has no idea how many corpses have been buried. Xiang Shanxuan felt that he was on the top of the slope, stepping on the corpse with almost every step, and the mud was no longer a pulp, but a dark brown pulp of flesh and blood.

(To be continued)