The morale of the rebels is like a rainbow at the moment. Only 500 people are clear demons, and in the face of the attack of their two or three thousand people, they don't hurry up and run away for their lives, but they dare to line up to fight, it's really an old birthday star who eats arsenic - looking for death by himself!

"Kill, kill, ......" The cry was even louder than before.

Zhu Qianguo, who was watching the battle on Tucheng, also put his mind at ease.

He fought all the way from Sichuan to Hanzhong, although he fought a lot of defeats and won a lot of battles. Although I admit in my heart that the combat effectiveness of some Qing troops is better than that of the righteous army, but when the number of the righteous army reaches several times that of the Qing army, they are still fighting in the frontal field, and the Qing army is not guarded by the dangerous passes, so how can the righteous army not win?

The vast majority of rebel soldiers thought the same way. They scoffed at the shotguns in the hands of the Qing soldiers on the other side, believing that they were simply piling fire sticks. No, it's not even as good as burning a stick. In too many of their previous battles, they had seen the Green Battalion soldiers with shotguns drop their shotguns and flee.

The shotgun that is not far away, cannot be hit accurately, and is extremely troublesome to reload ammunition, the subconscious in the heart is the same as cowardice, escape, ineffective combat, trouble, and equated.

The leader of the sentry cavalry surnamed Zhang, Zhang Gui, and Zhang Yougeng's subordinates, looked at the rebel army team on the opposite side that was as poor as Huazi and chaotic as headless flies, and pouted and said disdainfully: "These chaotic people, when they gather thousands, they dare to claim to be 100,000, and when they don't go into battle, they think that there are many people, and they are arrogant, and they really fight, as long as a few rows of muskets pass, as soon as their morale is destroyed, they have to flee for their lives." ”

Huo Guangcheng listened to the words very to his taste, so he said: "After a while, as long as the thief army is in chaos, you will lead the team to rush up, don't really rush into the chaos people, just scare and scare them." ”

Zhang Gui received the order.

Huo Guangcheng waved his hand again, pulled out the saber at his waist, held it high and slashed forward, and shouted, "Moving forward-"

"Stepping on ......"

The queue of five hundred people slowly pressed forward. A sharp whistle sounded in the queue, and Liu Xian had been training for a while before he remembered something. The sound is sharp, penetrating, simple to play, and it does not occupy a hand, but it is not ten streets stronger than the original waist drum. So the whole army changed the waist drum to a brass whistle, so that the configuration of the waist drummer was simplified and added to the communicator.

The distance was rapidly approaching, and the rebel soldiers who rushed to the front were already slower than they had been at the beginning. It's not that they're bored, but they're shocked by the neat queue and neat footsteps of the Qing army in front of them. These people are the backbone of the righteous army, everyone has fought with the Qing army for more than a while, they have never seen such a neat queue, and the Qing army can still maintain complete consistency in the advance.

Look at a line horizontally, look at a line vertically, and look at it obliquely or a line!

Not only them, but Zhang Gui and his friends were also stunned at this time.

The neat and mighty army is not difficult to find out in the world, for example, the Eight Banners of the Beijing Division, compared with them, the horizontal and vertical queue of Liu Xian's army can only be regarded as pediatric. Step, ride, step, the eight flags on the school field can definitely give you more than a dozen complex and diverse arrays.

But it was all static, like Liu Xian's army, the whole army moved, and it was still uniform, and it was on the battlefield, Zhang Gui knew that this was real kung fu, real strength, and definitely not a flower job.

"Bang ......"

Stand still, raise your gun, shoot. The three of them were lined up in turn, and the rebels on the opposite side fell one or two hundred people like wheat in the front.

The people behind the rebels only heard a series of firecrackers, and many screams rang out in the front row at the same time, followed by screams. They continue to rush forward! The leader didn't shout to stop, and he wasn't in danger!

But as for the volunteers of the rebel army who fell next to them, they really couldn't stop themselves, and they could directly press them down if they didn't rush at the people behind them. In addition, this group of people thought that the shotguns of the Qing army on the opposite side had fired, and it would take a long time to reload ammunition in between, which was enough time for them to rush forward, and they were willing to continue to rush forward.

However, if they wanted to let go of the casualties on the ground, they had to bypass a few steps, so it also affected the line in the back row, and the entire impact momentum was affected.

The platoon of guns rang out again, this time not as dense as before, and the three groups of platoons of guns were finished. This time, it took seven or eight breaths for the second round of guns, but in the ears of countless volunteers, the devil-like copper whistle and the sound of the platoon guns were so close to each other.

Many more people fell in front, and the blood and screams had a strong effect on the entire First Army. Some of the volunteers in front of them had already turned around and fled. Many people saw with their own eyes the tragic situation of their comrades falling to the ground, and the rows of shots from the opposite side could not be stopped like rolling wheels.

They were bent on retreating, but the people behind continued to rush forward, blocking each other on both sides, and at a distance of forty or fifty paces in front of Liu's army's line, the sixth volley rang out at the right time, and a hundred shotguns fired a salvo at a distance of forty or fifty paces, causing huge casualties to the crowded crowd.

And this blow was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the entire rebel army collapsed. The leaders shouted and retreated, and the defeated troops rushing backwards overwhelmed the momentum of the forward charge.

"Kill—"

Zhang Gui held his saber high, and twenty sentry horses rushed out.

"Kill......"

The three hand-to-hand squadrons to the left and right of the shotgun squadron also joined the charge, along with a squad of grenadiers.

Zhu Qianguo on Tucheng closed his eyes, it was too miserable! The rebels outside were defeated too badly, and they died too badly.

These swarms of rebels who fled to Jianchi Fort were happily slashed and killed by the Qing army chasing behind them, and they had no power to fight back at all. Batch after group of rebels threw away their swords and guns, knelt on the ground and raised their hands.

Huo Guangcheng's 500 soldiers defeated five times the enemy, killing and capturing at least 1,000 people.

Almost all of the two hundred hand-to-hand combatants had blood on their hands, and their momentum was different from before. Is there a death for someone, can someone who has killed someone and someone who hasn't killed someone be the same?

Their casualties were negligible, and their confidence grew greatly after the war. The only thing they are dissatisfied with is that the time is too short, and they haven't had enough of it!

Zhu Qianguo directly gave up Jianchi Fort. After he personally led the Qingzhuang Palace, he let the old and weak enter the Hanyin Hall City first, and then when Zhang Zhongkui, Zhang Yougeng and others who arrived with a large army, were about to send troops to attack Tucheng, they left directly with the team. Before leaving, he also set a big fire, burning Jianchi Fort, the first important town in Hanyin.

Xie Gongzhen.

Zhou Shaoyong was discussing with his leaders the decision of whether to return to Hanyin. The whole house is a mess, you say and I say, gossip, very noisy. Li Keqing also came back from Youfang Street, but he couldn't provide any advice to Zhou Shaoyong, because he, like Zhou Shaoyong, was also very indecisive.

Is it to take advantage of Qingshiguan's inability to threaten Youfang Street, unite with Xie Huayao of Yangxian County, and work together to take Chenggu, or quickly return to Hanyin to rescue Zhu Qianguo?