The battle at night was a hundred times more ferocious and dangerous than during the day, and the battle line of more than 20 miles was full of cannons, shouts of killing, and shells kept crossing the sky, and when viewed from a distance, it seemed as if it was on fire.

Looking at it from a distance, Tan Xingming couldn't help but breathe shortly, and his blood was boiling. He jerked his head back and looked at his men.

"Brothers, see no, the decisive battle has begun, our artillery must not lag behind, everyone work hard, before dawn, we must rush to the battlefield, let the Tartars know how powerful we are!"

"Yes, sir, don't worry, even if you die, you will die on the way forward."

All the officers, including Tan Xingming, went into battle in person, pushing the heavy sports car hard, leaving deep ruts on the soft ground.

This time, Tan Xingming brought a total of sixty-four artillery pieces, which is nothing compared to the hundreds on the battlefield, but the power of these artillery pieces is beyond everyone's imagination.

According to Western standards, this batch of artillery is all large-caliber 12-pounder guns, made of bronze, the cannon body alone weighs more than 1,200 catties, each artillery is also equipped with a trailer, a special ammunition box, weighing more than 3,000 catties, in this era, it is definitely the most powerful field artillery. Although the Tartars also have some heavyweight redcoat cannons, those stupid guys with almost zero mobility are no match at all.

From the first moment of manufacture, the craftsmen were sure that they really held the god of war in their hands!

It was planned that the artillery should have arrived two days earlier, but there was a torrential rain along the way. The road was severely damaged. Tan Xingming was almost crazy, and it was unforgivable that he, the artillery commander, was absent from the most important decisive battle.

Just when he was at his wit's end. The local farms were all organized, and more than 3,000 people were pulled out, and in order to allow the cannons to pass through the guò, the common people dismantled their own door panels, and even some old people sent coffin boards. Relying on these things, a way out of the mud was built, and the artillery could be transported to the front line.

Seeing that it is getting closer and closer to Guangping. The sound of gunfire grew louder and louder, and the smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

"Brothers, hurry up again. Our artillery can't afford to lag behind. ”

While he was talking, suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves, and it was Wu Kaijie who was running at the front. Far away, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Old Tan." You're finally here! ”

"It's the Chief of Staff. We're not late, are we? ”

"No, no, you're just in time!" Wu Kaijie said with a smile: "Don't hide it, the prince personally led the troops to kill, and both sides were killed!" ”

Tan Xingming was also anxious when he heard it, the prince was all on it, how could he still watch it.

"Chief of Staff, let's go and help the prince. With these cannons, I don't believe that the Tartars can't be killed! ”

"Don't be busy!" Wu Kaijie said with a smile: "Right now, the prince's side is fine." However, General Xie's side is in trouble, the Tartar heavy cavalry is breaking through with all their might, and they are holding the last line of defense, and they are in danger at any time. ”

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go."

After Wu Kaijie came, he also brought 2,000 people, and these people helped to push the Grim Reaper to the front line.

……

Xie Bin was facing unprecedented pressure at this time, Lekdehun attacked with the most elite main force of the Tartars, they rushed to the position several times, and there was even a white-knuckle battle between the two sides, and the Anguo army suffered heavy losses. However, they couldn't get enough reinforcements, but the Tartars killed more and more, and according to this momentum, it won't be long before they can't hold on.

"Brothers, there is life and death and land, and to this day, we must all prepare for death!" Xie Bin looked at the soldiers around him, many of them were already wounded, but they didn't have time to bandage. But everyone looked resolute and did not have the slightest fear.

Knock, knock, knock......

The drum sounded, Xie Bin was suddenly shocked, and he raised his waist knife suddenly.

"The whole army obeys the order, sticks to the post, and is not allowed to take a step back!"

Thousands of horses' hooves rang out, and the Tartars charged again. Although Luck Dehun seems to have taken advantage, he knows how cold and warm he is. These elites of the Eight Banners were the last family of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but they were consumed by the light yì. Even if he could win, what face would he have to face Dorgon!

The only way to do this is to fight to the end, take Quang Binh, defeat the Anguo Army, and then there will be a glimmer of life!

He blocked all the capital, thousands of horses galloped, and the Tartars swarmed up. They also prepared firearms, and the guns kept rang out, and the Anguo army fell, and so did the Tartars.

The ground in the middle of the mound had all turned blood-red, and the corpses had long been indistinguishable, and there was only a layer of dark red mud on the ground!

"Report sir, it's not good!"

The scout ran in front of Xie Bin in a panic, and said with trembling lips: "The mountain on the right has been taken down by the Tartars!" ”

"Ahh

Xie Bin was suddenly frightened, the reason why he was able to block the Tartars was because of his geographical advantages, if the commanding heights fell into the hands of the Tartars, the whole army was in danger of collapsing.

"Quick, take it back for me immediately, no matter how many people die, you have to get it back!"

Just when Xie Bin gave the death order, Luck Dehun seized the opportunity to win. The Anguo Army, which has lost its geographical advantage, is definitely not the opponent of the elite of the Eight Banners.

"Warriors of the Great Qing Dynasty, follow me!"

Luckedhun took the lead, and the Tartars from behind swarmed in. They were red-eyed, and they were full of strength, perhaps they also knew that this was a decisive battle between life and death, and no one was an exception.

The Tartars smoked and burst into flames, getting closer and closer to the Angolan army. Suddenly, a group of grenadiers rushed out of the Angolan army, and they threw grenades at the Tartars.

However, the Tartars, who had seized the hill on the right, also immediately shot their bows and arrows, and by relying on the condescending position, a dozen grenadiers were wounded, and they fled back in a hurry, but the remaining few were trampled by the Tartars' cavalry, and died in Cheng.

"Minggou is finished, rush!"

The Tartars were greatly encouraged, and one by one, they rejoiced, and rushed over with their prancing horses and whips. The Angolan army met the enemy with a skillful three-stage attack, but it was unable to stop the Tartars from approaching.

Xie Bin also knew that hand-to-hand combat with cavalry was more auspicious. It's just that he has no choice. Clutching the steel knife tightly in his hand.

"Come on, kill as many as you want!"

Rumble!

Just when everyone was about to fight desperately, suddenly a thunderous sound sounded. Four or five Tartars were blown into the air.

Tan Xingming observed the direction of the firelight, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this first shot was not bad.

"Brothers, give me a hard beating, and don't let a Tartar go!"

"Yes!"

The sound of cannons sounded earth-shattering, and the sixty-odd twelve-pounder cannons were like ancient beasts. Roar to your heart's content. The sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the power was incomparable.

Shells fell, setting off a storm of metal in the dense crowd of Tartars. Artillery caliber increased. The power brought by it has increased exponentially, and a single shell can even kill and injure more than a dozen people.

What is even worse is that the rate of fire of the artillery is not much slower than that of the small-caliber ones, and after a salvo, the cannon rumbles. There is almost no stopping.

A barrage was formed two or three hundred meters away from the position of the Angolan army. It's like a heavenly knife, cutting the tartar hard. The follow-up Tartars still wanted to rush forward frantically, but the sudden cannonballs made them frightened, and they were not to blame, no one wanted to be blown apart and fly into the sky.

The follow-up Tartars did not dare to rush up, and some even turned around and ran away in fright.

And the Tartars, covered in shells, were even more frightened, they had never encountered such strong artillery fire. Even if they weren't hit by the cannons, the earth-shattering sound shook them to the ground. The five organs moved, and the soul flew halfway.

In the midst of the storm, they are helpless lonely boats. The dense formation is blown apart, you are surrounded by gunsmoke, you can't see anyone else at all, and the psychological blow is simply incomprehensible.

The Tartars finally felt frightened, and some threw their weapons and fled frantically. Some people rushed to Xie Bin's defense line like a nervous path.

At this time, Xie Bin was extremely relaxed, from hearing the roar of the cannon, he knew that the victory belonged to him!

"Hit hard, don't let go of a Tartar!"

The hot-blooded Anguo Army shot desperately, and the tartars who rushed in a hurry kept falling to the ground.

There were already three or two wounds on this guy's body, and the blood kept pouring out. The sudden shelling had already knocked him dumb, and there was a buzzing in his ears as if a wet liquid was flowing out.

As soon as he raised his head suddenly, the eastern sky revealed a hint of fish belly white, and in the direction of Quang Binh, four huge hot air balloons began to heat up and rise into the air. The most fatal Tianyan of the Anguo Army is about to start working, and these Tartars have nothing to hide.

Dolgon's explanation was not completed at all, and the corners of Luck's mouth suddenly showed a helpless smile, he wiped a handful of blood foam, and suddenly shouted loudly, rushing towards the Anguo army.

"Shoot!"

Bang bang, more than 20 bullets hit Luckedhun, his huge body was blown into a cloud of blood mist, and this Manchu warrior also ended his life early.

The left flank is completely safe, everyone's eyes are turned to the Chinese army, and this early morning is the last moment to decide the victory or defeat of both sides!

The biological clock was naturally triggered, and four thousand five hundred hussars, including Yue Poyu, woke up almost at the same time. All the troops are fighting hard, but they are the only ones who are full of energy and energy.

"Brethren, it's finally time for us to show what we're capable of, and we're ready to fill our stomachs and go!"

The soldiers chewed slowly in front of the food, grabbing as much nutrition as possible, and they knew that once they really fought, they didn't know when they would want to eat.

"Brigadier Yue, I've finally caught up!" Tan Xingming ran over with a smile.

Yue Poyu also had a smile on his face: "Brother, without your artillery, I'm afraid we won't be able to play!" ”

"Hahaha, that's good, let's dig a pit together and bury Dolgon!"

Suddenly they looked at each other and laughed, the night gradually dispersed, the scene on the ground could be clearly seen on the high hot air balloon, the small red flag waved, and more than 130 large and small caliber guns roared together, and in an instant the Tartar turned into a sea of fire.

The smile on Yue Poyu's face became brighter and brighter, and he shouted with a spring thunder: "Hussar, charge!" (To be continued......)