The night was deep, the air that should have been filled with fresh water vapor was extremely turbid, the pungent smell of nitrate, and the stale smell of stinky meat were mixed together, Qi Baicheng, who had just stepped up the hillside on the north bank from the pontoon bridge, twitched his nose, feeling as if he was in the public toilet in his hometown again, and a feeling of came clearly.

"The terrain here is very uncomfortable, but it's not a big deal, what we should pay attention to is the grenade of the Tartars, as well as the marksmen of the Tartars, who can't do the hundred steps of our marksmans, and the ability to penetrate the feet in fifty steps is still there."

The cavalry lieutenant who was on duty with Qi Baicheng kindly reminded that when he said "penetration", Qi Baicheng's face twitched obviously, but he said lightly: "What about the casualties?" ”

"Eight dead, twenty wounded, the Tartars are really ruthless, two or three hundred corpses were piled up under the hillside before retreating, at least one of them was disabled, Captain Qi, you should be able to rest well tonight."

The grenadiers led by the cavalry lieutenant came from the first wing of the 344th Battalion of the 109th Division, which should be a whole sentry of 110 people, and Qi Baicheng was the deputy wing commander of the second wing of the 344th Battalion, and also led a sentry grenadier to change the guard. The armed guard army is composed of wings, standards, associations, sentinels, eyes, and sheds, and there are about six or seven hundred people in a association, and the armed guards have paid such a high price in order to compete for a small hill that is less than ten zhang high and less than twenty zhang in radius.

"If I am a Tartar, as long as I have a little strength, no matter how many people die, I will still attack."

Listening to the smugness in the captain's words, Qi Baicheng shook his head.

It was late at night on 7 August, although the Anshan post fort was broken, there were still remnants of soldiers on Camel Hill who resisted stubbornly, and in order to avoid too much damage, the top did not rush to attack, but used it as a warm-up place for the 108th Division, which was transferred from behind, and at this time there were still gunfire on the mountain.

But that was the end, and within a day, the Yinghua Redcoats advanced the main battlefield to both sides of the Sand River and the Jade Buddha Mountain in the east. The 109th Division was responsible for the direction of Shahe, the 104th Division was responsible for the direction of Yufo Mountain, the 55th Division covered the western flank, and the South Korean troops forced to the west side of Majiapu, where the North Korean troops were stationed.

The Shahe River flows east-west in this section of Anshan. The main defense line of Anshan of the Wuwei Army was on the north bank of the Shahe River. The elite grenadiers of the 109th Division crossed the river and occupied three hillsides on the north bank, which were not only the front-line artillery positions of the Armed Guards, but also the commanding heights of the trench defense line.

If it weren't for the lack of pontoon bridge components during the day, only three simple infantry bridges could be erected, and the main infantry force and artillery of the 109th Division could not be sent across the river. Just rely on these three commanding heights. The defense line on the north bank of the Shahe River of the Wuwei Army was about to collapse on the same day.

That's why Qi Baicheng has this theory, the Wuwei army is absolutely unwilling to give up these three commanding heights, and the three points are like three bayonets, which are resisting the key points of the entire defense line. This can be seen clearly even by small soldiers, let alone generals who have a certain amount of experience in firearms warfare.

While waiting for the pontoon bridge components to be transported, the heavy task of holding the hillside, like capturing the hillside, still fell on the grenadiers. They have to be one when ten or even dozens. Hold the hillside firmly in your hands. Even at night, there is no slackness.

With the light of the horses hanging high below the hillside, Qi Baicheng glanced at the terrain of this small hillside, his face turned solemn, and his previous little contempt for the cavalry captain's smug words also dissipated, and he finally understood what the cavalry lieutenant said about "the terrain is uncomfortable": "So that you can also hold it?" ”

Several shallow trenches crisscrossed the hillside from the trench line to the top of the hill, and although the defenders were condescending, the Qing soldiers could approach along the shallow trenches all the way down the hillside. The defenders' fire coverage is only accessible after entering the ramp, so most of the combat is hand-to-hand.

It is not surprising that this hillside was originally part of the defensive line of the Qing trench, and was set up to resist the enemy from the south, and here it engaged the enemy from the north. It's really uncomfortable. Looking at the layers of dead bodies in the ramp, it is clear that the change of hands is likely to be a matter of moments.

The cavalry lieutenant said lightly: "If you get used to it, you will ......."

Before the words fell, a gunshot rang out, and the lantern carried by a wooden pole under the hillside went out. The cry abruptly arose: "Enemy attack! ”

"Do you want to ...... or not"

"No need, let's rest."

Drove away the cavalry lieutenant who still wanted to take some credit. Qi Baicheng was gearing up, preparing to get a good start while receiving the position, and the that had just started before had been thrown out of the clouds.

"No feathered arrows! Flashbang! Other pitchers prepare! ”

Vaguely seeing figures moving in several directions, Qi Baicheng beckoned to his most powerful pitcher.

A big man answered, took out a grenade that was a small circle, took off the back cover, and pulled the hook ring, and the back handle of the grenade snorted and smoked. He took another deep breath, kicked his lunge, and flicked his arm, and in the night, a small black shadow broke through the air, flew out thirty or forty steps, and when he was about to land, a cloud of incandescent light exploded on the ground.

Dense figures appeared in the light, not only the shallow trench was crowded with Qing soldiers, but there were also countless Qing soldiers crawling on the ground, and at the same time as the figures appeared, the screams also came at the same time, these Qing soldiers had never been baptized by flash grenades, and countless people became temporarily blind in an instant.

"I'm grass! Treat me like soft meat! ”

At a glance, Qi Baicheng estimated the number of enemies, at least three or four hundred, and it should be that the Qing soldiers also noticed that the red clothes were changing guards, and wanted to take advantage of this gap to take the hillside in one fell swoop.

After the flashbangs, real grenades came one after another, at least twenty or thirty, and many of them exploded before they hit the ground, revealing the ability of this sentry grenadier under Qi Baicheng's command.

In the roaring and explosion, at least half of them had been assembled, and the Qing soldiers who were waiting to be attacked were blown up. The afterimage of the orange flame in his eyes had not disappeared, and a large black shadow also flew up from the crowd of Qing soldiers, covering the top of the hillside like raindrops.

"Grenade-!"

Qi Baicheng shouted loudly, holding his head in his hands and throwing himself on the ground, and the other grenadiers also looked for concealment. Grenades are no longer the only stunt of the red coat, and the Qing soldiers have also begun to copy them in large quantities.

The expected dense explosion did not happen, but was fragmentary, sparse, most of it was like a cannon battle, and for the grenadiers in armor, these grenades did not explode near their feet, and they were basically not very harmful, but the roar was uncomfortable, and the recruits' bullets were really frightened.

A grenade smashed on Qi Baicheng's back, and then fell to the ground, snorting and smoking, Qi Baicheng kicked into the ramp and rolled for a while before it exploded with a bang and overturned a corpse.

When he got up, he saw several grenades exploding at the bottom of the hillside, and it was estimated that the Qing soldiers had just blown them up, Qi Baicheng gloated. In the early years, the red-clad grenadiers also suffered this crime, but after more than 20 years, the design has been perfected and the workshop technology has gradually matured, and this situation has almost disappeared. The Tartar thought there was no mystery in this grenade. You can just copycat. Now it can be regarded as retribution.

"Kill the Nanban-!"

"Kill!"

The commander of the Qing soldiers also realized that his grenade was unreliable, and he raised his throat and gave the order to charge, and a large group of Qing soldiers screamed and swarmed up from the ramp.

"Queue-!"

"Aim-!"

"Fire!"

Qi Baicheng's side was already in full battle. More than 100 people lined up in three rows of dense horizontal formations, and when the Qing soldiers poured up the hillside and approached less than ten paces, only three rows fired a volley, in an instant. On the hillside, a giant palm suddenly appeared, and the crowd of Qing soldiers was slapped head-on, the sound of guns and bullets was endless, and the dozens of Qing soldiers in the front bounced and twisted, and the chest and face spurted out blood lines, and then they were pushed to the ground by the crowd in the rear, paving a road of flesh and blood.

This row of guns made the Qing soldiers stunned for an instant, and there were several people in front of him, but now they were empty. Facing the terrible all-armor red clothes, most of them were frightened and overwhelmed, and a few Qing soldiers raised their guns and opened fire, but the squeezing from behind him left and right made it impossible for him to aim at all.

In the sporadic sound of gunfire, a few people fell in the grenadier ranks. More just a clang, the front of the cuirass, which had been made by a precision forging and quenching process, was strong enough to withstand the bullets of the Qing soldiers.

"Abandon the gun!"

"Cut-!"

Qi Baicheng shouted again, and the grenadiers threw away their muskets at the same time, picking up all kinds of weapons from the ground. Pounced forward and collided head-on with the Qing soldiers. In the darkness of the night. Under the light, the armor on the grenadier's body and the axe in his hand reflected the cold light.

The sound of clanging was endless, and the crowd of Qing soldiers was like a rotten spear, and when they were hesitating whether to advance or retreat, they were hit by a wall of steel, and countless Qing soldiers fell to the ground in an instant, just like the front of the spear that cracked in response.

A Qing soldier in front of Qi Baicheng is a vivid portrayal, his bayonet is in Qi Baicheng's chest, but the ridge of the breastplate slid this thorn away, the Qing soldier did not have time to close the momentum and stand firm, a murder weapon like an axe and knife chopped on his shoulder, the muscles were torn, and the sound of bones shattering was clear in his ears, and the Qing soldier even had the illusion of being in a butcher's shop, watching the butcher chop bones, and then he saw that one of his arms collapsed with half of his chest, and the murder weapon was chopped to the bottom of his sternum......

With a heavy back, a two-foot-long blade, and a thick handle, it is simply a large bone chopper. The red-clad grenadiers were burly and strong, and the bayonets were too elegant for them. The grenadiers of each unit had their own special cold weapons. Qi Baicheng's grenadiers all used "bone cutting axes", which came from his habit under Liu Cheng of the Baicheng Battalion of the Yulin Army.

"Cut-!"

The front row is a short-handled axe, and the back row is a long-handled axe, thinking that after practicing the red-clothed stunt bayonet technique, the Qing soldiers who can compete with the red-clothed soldiers fell one by one, all with mutilated limbs and bodies, spurting blood like a waterfall.

A large number of Qing soldiers turned and fled, until a group of ironclad soldiers with the same armor and swords and axes crossed the hill from the ramp, and the collapse was barely stopped.

Friends and foes are all evolving, and the Armed Guards also have ironclad soldiers similar to elite grenadiers, who are not only tall, but also have great strength and extraordinary martial arts.

"Officer—!"

Qi Baicheng shouted as he threw away the bone chopping axe, and then reached out to take off his three-eyed short gun from his waist.

All the captains and captains have such a weapon in their hands, and more than a dozen three-eyed short guns pointed at the ironclad soldiers who slowly stepped forward, pulled the trigger and turned the barrel, less than ten steps away, the Qing soldiers these ironclad soldiers wielding scimitar axes were simply targets that could be hit with their eyes closed, and in the sound of the puffy guns, one by one the ironclad soldiers fell to the ground like pushing the golden mountain and falling to the jade pillar.

The three-eyed short-shot gun has been tested in the Western Regions battlefield, and the army believes that it is still too bulky and unsuitable as a standard weapon, but as a support for the primer firing route and burst technology, it still procures thousands of sticks and distributes them to grenadiers and other front-line special forces as a firepower supplement to deal with the melee environment. This was really helpful for grenadiers who were not used to fighting with standard spears.

was ruthlessly washed away by this dense firepower, and the Qing Army's ironclad team was wiped out in an instant, and the morale of this Qing soldier collapsed and all of them retreated.

Being able to hold on until now before collapsing has made Qi Baicheng look down on the combat power of these Tartars. The grenadiers also threw out another wave of grenades without pain, and Qi Baicheng beat his breastplate with even more regret, why did the boat bridge move so slowly, lagging behind the combat troops for a whole day, and then two or three more small pontoon bridges, and the flying cannons in the wings were transferred, so that the Qing soldiers would not have the opportunity to rush up the hill to fight. Not to let go of so many tartars.

"Check the casualties, clean up the battlefield, prepare your weapons, prepare for the next wave of attacks, don't ...... I can't bear ......."

Relax. I'm giving an explanation to my subordinates. The disappeared was rolled back, Qi Baicheng gritted his teeth and held back, now is not the time to solve this problem, Tartar is not so easy to die.

As he expected. However, in about ten minutes, a large number of Qing soldiers appeared on the periphery again. Unfortunately, even though the Wuwei Army was newly established by the Manchu Qing Dynasty, it had a very high degree of autonomy in the early stage and incorporated many elements of the army of the new era. But there is no support from a national military system in the new era. A large number of the characteristics of the old era of the army have been preserved, and one of the most important ones is...... The losses suffered by the previous unit and the experience learned will never be passed on to the next unit so quickly and without reservation.

It took about twenty minutes to defeat the first wave of Qing soldiers, fifteen minutes to defeat the second wave, and by the third wave, even if the grenades were already lacking, it took only ten minutes.

Scanning the hillside and shallow trenches full of corpses, Qi Baicheng nodded in satisfaction. So far, they have made at least 300 enemy corpses, killed six of them and wounded more than a dozen, and the results are better than those of their predecessors.

Feeling that the Qing soldiers should no longer have the courage to attack, Qi Baicheng was ready to solve his personal problems. His belly was thundering.

Knock knock knock......

A series of thunders sounded, it was the Qing artillery, Qi Baicheng gritted his teeth and scolded the Tartars for being shameless, and had to hide in the tunnel to avoid the artillery.

It was the second half of the night. The commander of the Qing army, Hadaha, should have understood that the three hillsides had been lost. It is impossible to get it back, so simply break the jar and break it, and blast the hillside to the ground.

The brightly lit hillside was an excellent target for artillery at night, and the elite grenadiers who had killed the Qing soldiers had to be ground rats, but fortunately, it didn't take long for the cannon sound to sound on the south bank, which became denser and denser. At night, hot air balloons were also lifted off on duty, and the flames of the Qing artillery bombardment clearly exposed the position, and the sentinels were positioned according to the coordinate map arranged in advance, and then the artillery carried out an "over-the-horizon attack."

The Anglo-Chinese artillery not only had a large number and a fast rate of fire, but also hit accurately, and even had the help of the spike guns unloaded from the gunboats at the high place on the south bank, and the artillery battle lasted for nearly an hour, the sky was already slightly bright, and the Qing artillery fire finally subsided, and it was estimated that most of them would be difficult to speak again in the next battle.

"Fuck...... This smell is really ...... stool."

Qi Baicheng, who was squatting in the cannon pit, let out a long breath, and the smell that was originally like a latrine had a fresh smell of blood, which made his stomach even more uncomfortable.

In fact, it was nothing for him to solve this problem in the artillery pit, but he was the deputy wing commander of the lieutenant, the senior mentor of the Holy Martial Society, and his face was not ordinary, and he would rather be constipated than pollute the place where he was duty, so he endured it for most of the night.

It's time for Ansheng...... Qi Baicheng hurried down the hill and came to the bank of the river, ready to have a good time.

took off his pants, but there was a large scar on Bai Huahua's buttocks, which was why when the cavalry lieutenant said "through the cheeks" before, his face was not good. Fourteen years ago, he was a grenadier who threw a grenade and hit a tree, bounced off his back, and blew his ass open.

As soon as he squatted down, he was about to enjoy the pleasure of venting, when there was a sound in the distance, Qi Baicheng felt as if an iron brush had slashed across his buttocks, and it was so hot and painful. When I reached out and touched it, it was full of blood......

"Tartar!"

"Tartar marksman!"

"Kill him!"

The men on the hillside also noticed it, and they cried out with their mouths and mouths, but they didn't notice the bank of the river, and their heads rolled their eyes, and they fell down with their bare buttocks.

When Qi Baicheng woke up, he found that he was already in a cyan tent, lying on the bed, his buttocks aching faintly, as if someone was stitching.

"Dr. Li? My hurt ......"

"It's okay, it's just four holes in one shot."

It was Li Jingze who stitched him, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Captain, you ass...... It seems to be hated by Tartars. ”

Li Jingze couldn't help but joke, one shot and four holes, without hurting any flesh and bones, is really luck that has never been seen before, but...... This ass already has an old wound, and now if he gets another shot, is it lucky or unfortunate for this guy?

Qi Baicheng pounded the bed and swore through gritted teeth, "Damn Tartar!" They will definitely pay the price! ”

On the north bank of the Shahe River, behind the trench defense line, Hadaha said to Zhaohui with red eyes: "Two thousand! Overnight, I lost 2,000 good sons! ”

He pounded the table and swore a curse, "Nanban...... There must be a price! ”

Zhaohui persuaded bitterly: "But you don't need to go into battle in person, Nanban is not a frontal enemy......"

Hadaha Huoran got up and said resolutely: "It's the last moment, I won't go into battle, Nanban will transport the cannon across the river again, and the defense line will collapse!" ”

Then he said sadly: "I don't want to defeat the Nanban, I just want to bite off a piece of their meat, even if it's a piece of meat on the buttocks, I must make them feel pain!" ”

He looked at Zhaohui again: "Isn't this what we ask for!?" ”

Zhaohui closed his eyes in pain and nodded heavily: "You go, I'll follow behind......"

Jade Buddha Mountain, on the top of the east mountain, Ah Gui slashed down with a knife, and a head pulled the blood line away from his neck, and spun on the ground.

"It's only been a day, and you've lost Xishan, what's the use of you!?"

Gui roared at the head, and the rest of his men craned their necks, feeling like knives hanging behind their necks.

"My lord, it was the Eagle Yang Army that attacked us, I heard that most of the officers and soldiers are Yao people from Yungui, Miao and Guangxi, climbing mountains and cross-country countries are like walking on flat ground, and the brothers can't bear it, and it is understandable."

"Yes, my lord, this red-clothed army has been fighting in Nanyang all the year round, and is very familiar with the terrain of Jade Buddha Mountain.

Some subordinates couldn't help but defend themselves, of course, this is not to excuse the dead, but to make excuses for those who are about to die. The 104th Division of the Red Coat attacked Yufo Mountain, not only with sharp guns, but also with the agility of the officers and soldiers in climbing the mountain, which made the defenders jaw-dropping. Last night, he took advantage of the dark night when the wind was high to raid around the cliff of the mountain road, not only the West Mountain fell, but the three thousand men and horses stationed on the West Mountain only fled back to less than 1,000, and the available soldiers in Ah Gui's hands were already stretched.

Ah Gui said sharply: "This is the last moment, all soldiers should serve the country wholeheartedly, only death!" ”

Seeing that his subordinates' faces were shaken, Ah Gui said again: "Hold on...... Just hold on a little longer, and the opportunity will be there soon. ”

Opportunity? And a chance to beat the Reds?

The subordinates were puzzled, and Ah Gui smiled slightly: "Why do we want to stay in Jade Buddha Mountain?" Why haven't Zhaohui and Gao Heng's soldiers moved yet? Their two armies combined, there are still 20,000 horses......"

Ah Gui's face rose with the confidence that Zhizhu was holding: "Hongyi is about to give us a chance, a chance to shine our butts under our claws." ”

On the Sifang platform, Zhang Zhennan asked Pan Shiyu: "The Tartar is still holding half of the soldiers in his hand and has not moved, Zhaohui's 10,000 is behind the north bank of the Shahe River, but Gao Jin's 10,000 is missing, and the sentinel and hot air balloon have not been found, what are you planning?" ”

Pan Shiyu sneered: "What's the aftermath, it's nothing more than to take advantage of the hot fight in front of us, stab us in the waist or buttocks, don't look at the art of war so mysteriously, coming and going are just these few tricks." ”

He analyzed: "Right now, the left waist is the North Korean and South Korean soldiers against each other, we don't want to stir up the troubled waters, and the Tartars definitely don't want to, the right waist is Jade Buddha Mountain, the fight is lively, and the only thing left is the buttocks." ”

Zhang Zhennan frowned: "What will you do?" ”

Pan Shiyu glared: "How else to deal with it?" If you don't show your ass, will Gao Jin jump out? ”

He patted Zhang Zhennan on the shoulder: "Don't worry about it, you are a disciple of General Xie, you have to believe in your luck......"

Thinking of his old boss, Zhang Zhennan's face suddenly collapsed, and his luck ...... is like a crotch, stained by General Xie's luck, and it will be difficult for him to escape the smell of "Fu General" in his life.