After a rumbling cannon sound, mortar shells quickly pierced through the white gunpowder smoke, turned into a graceful arc in the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistle, and landed in the panicked Huai army column.

The long tail whistle seemed to be still echoing in the ears, and the explosion of "boom-boom" was heard in the ranks of the Huai army. The rapid fire of twelve mortars, the shells fell as if it were raining.

Boom bang! Every time a cloud of smoke rises into the air, a few or more unfortunate Qing soldiers will be killed and wounded and bloodied. At this moment, the whole world seemed to tremble in the sound of explosions......

The air in Zhang Wenxuan's chest seemed to have frozen. The black clouds were shattered like a crushing city, and the feeling in his heart was so joyful, he seemed to have entered the eighteenth layer of hell in the blink of an eye.

There was a faint fishy smell wafting through the air, it was the smell of blood. The Ten Hall Yama King must be laughing at this time, and countless lives will be harvested like ripe rice and wheat in the next hour.

The Huai army had no artillery, no heavy machine guns, and some soldiers did not even have rod guns. Zhang Wenxuan had more than 1,000 people, and they were facing only a large group of Qin soldiers, but they couldn't stop it at all.

The Qin army's marksmanship was accurate, and under the crisp gunfire like a pearl falling on a jade plate, the Huai army, who was already frightened by the rumbling cannon, was constantly killed and wounded.

On the way to retreat, the Huai army was already full of corpses...... "bayonets, all bayonets." The small Gao Qiong shouted loudly, and at the same time raised the command knife in his hand.

"Brothers, kill me with me......," cried one of the captains' squadron leaders.

"Kill, ......" At that moment, the four or five hundred people of the entire brigade shouted in unison.

……

Si Yuanheng rode his horse and came to the front of the cavalry. Holding an old-fashioned Tibetan scimitar. As a Tibetan who changed his Han surname, Si Yuanheng did not change his fierce nature. He cried out in a loud voice, "Brothers, it is a man." Kill me with me......" took the reins of the horse, and the horse rushed towards the Qing army horse team not far away.

Behind him was only one squadron of cavalry, and the main force of the brigade was still behind.

But Si Yuanheng was unwilling to wait any longer.

At present, the morale of the Qing soldiers is low, and it is the best time for the cavalry to attack.

Yes, there are many of them. But what do they have if they are numerous? It's not like you can fight with a lot of people.

"Kill, ......," the eighty or ninety cavalrymen shouted in unison. The overall situation of the Qin army on the entire battlefield has been decided, and although the number of cavalry of the Qin army is small, all of them are full of momentum and confidence.

"Kill, ......" The raised sword slashed forward, and the cavalry of the Qin army, which had less than a hundred horses, rushed towards the remnants of the Huai army's horse team, which had at least two hundred horsemen.

"Kill......"

"Kill...... Ah......h

Xu Bangdao held his waist knife high. Desperately boosting morale.

"The mantis arm is a car, not self-sufficient." Looking at Xu Bangdao not far away, Si Yuanheng smiled coldly in his heart. The Qing army has no fighting spirit, and now that the formation is in chaos, what else can they use to block their charge?

The scimitar slashed through a silver light, kissed the throat of an enemy, and knocked back the knife to knock another stabbing saber, Si Yuanheng don't look at it as a major captain, but his martial arts are not left behind. It was returned with a knife. A head flew away.

With the cavalry behind him, Si Yuanheng crashed into the Qing army. A scimitar fluttered in the cold light, flying up and down. Everywhere he went, he had severed limbs and broken arms, screaming for a long time. Obviously there are few people. But the Qin army won the game at the beginning. The eighty or ninety cavalry was like a sword that was sharpened like clay and plunged into the tofu, and there was no obstacle everywhere it went.

Xu Bangdao himself, who was wrapped in the cavalry, was like a small river that flowed into the big river. A wave rolled up, but it disappeared in the formation in a blink of an eye.

……

A thunderous explosion rang in my ears. Before Luo Rongguang could react, he was violently knocked to the ground from under his feet by a wave of qi, and he was dizzy.

It took him a long time to get up. The roaring explosion still resounded through the world, but Luo Rongguang's mind was blank, and his ears were also buzzing, as if there were a hundred bees constantly making noise in his ears, and he couldn't hear anything outside. Pulling his neck, he yelled, "Fire, shoot me!" Hit, hit! Fight back—"

Attitudinal identification. At this time, he had cultivated the perseverance of guarding Dagukou for many years, and if history had not changed, Luo Rongguang would have been guarding Dagukou for more than 20 years before 1900. But now there was a panic in his voice that could not be hidden.

No one bothered him, so who would have that time? The head of the city was bombed. These were originally a group of barely cobbled together defenders, but now they have fled into the city like a bombed camp. Who has time to pay attention to Luo Rongguang in the chaos and chaos!?

The loud explosion and the terrifying and terrifying artillery fire had frightened these Qing soldiers! Such a fierce artillery fire covered, as if the world was about to be turned upside down, after yesterday's defeat of the Huai army, who can bear it?

Luo Rongguang was furious, pulled out his waist knife suddenly, and cut off the head of a panicked Huai soldier with a 'swish', carrying his bloody head and shouting around: "Who dares to run away again? Kill it! ”

"Hurry up and get the whole team, and they all fight back for me. All armies obey orders, and whoever runs in chaos will be killed! ”

Luo Rongguang, who roared loudly, was like a ghost. The surrounding rout also dispersed as if they had seen a ghost, avoiding him before continuing to flee under the city wall. Then the defeated soldiers saw Luo Rongguang's appearance from a distance, so they made a detour from the side and slipped over in a funny way! Luo Rongguang was anxious and angry, and just when he didn't know what to do, a cannonball fell beside him.

There was a bang, and the mighty Luo Rongguang in the splash of soil and sand flew away like a dead branch and leaf......

The gunpowder exploded, and the powerful impact force tore the entire thin-skin bullet case into pieces in an instant, and there were still a few iron filings inside. In the blink of an eye, each flowering bomb will produce countless small fragments (fine iron filings) that shoot through the crowd......

When thousands of shrapnel and iron filings drilled into the bodies of the Qing soldiers, countless people screamed heartbreakingly, and their terrible screams immediately resounded in the sky above Baoying County.

The screams came and went, and the screams were endless. The battlefield was full of flesh and blood, and the originally turquoise wheat fields outside the city were like green rags stained with a little tomato juice after the shells exploded.

The battlefield was littered with corpses and many wounded soldiers in agony.

A British officer of the Huasheng Army wrote in his later memoirs: "...... Our soldiers left the safety of Jiaozhou Bay, left the place where they lived comfortably, and came to this cruel battlefield. Many people died in brutal battles almost from the very first moment of war because they could not adapt to it immediately......"

Of course, there must have been casualties among the Qin army. It's just that the Huai army can't see it.

The Huasheng army, which had been carefully trained by Britain, France and Germany for more than half a year, did not charge into battle in a real sense, and retreated all the way south with the defeat of the main force of the Huai army, and was finally bitten by the Qin army by a small river, and then tragically suffered the shame of the whole army being annihilated.

James Brown, a war correspondent for the British newspaper The Guardian who accompanied the army. In his Return to the Battlefield Documentary, Colin wrote:

"The soldiers were ordered to hold on to the creek and push the Qin army back to the south. Otherwise, the entire army will collapse, and in turn, the entire Huasheng army will disintegrate with it.

…… The soldiers of the Huasheng Army launched a counterattack along the flat ground against the attacking enemy, and the Grim Reaper was always with them, and people were constantly hit by bullets, lying down on the spot and wailing in a low voice, they did not dare to make too loud noises, for fear that in this dark night shrouded in death, they would attract the accumulation of bullets......

In less than half an hour, the soldiers were forced to retreat to the other side of the creek under the intensive fire of the Qin troops and the throwing of grenades at close range, scolding their field artillery units and complaining about the bravery and strong vitality of the Qin army. The morale of the troops was terrible, and the soldiers had lost confidence in victory, even if it was only in this small battle.

I noticed that none of the bravest soldiers of the Huasheng army, who had been at the front of the line, seemed to have been able to withdraw, and I don't know where they are now, and if they don't surrender, may God bless them......

…… After a long shelling of ten minutes, yes, ten minutes, a long, long time. Those who do not experience the torment of helplessness on the battlefield cannot understand the long time of time. The battalion commander of the 3rd Infantry Battalion, Major Gray, went on the offensive again. Because the Qin army opposite them split a force and started the attack from the flank, and the enemy strength in front of the Huasheng army was weakened, Major Gray hoped to use the attack to repel the enemy in the front, and then the large force calmly dealt with the enemy coming up from the flank. This time his tone was harsh, and the attacking force became even more numerous. The soldiers who participated were not only from the 3rd Infantry Battalion, so this time the battle lasted for a long time, the soldiers held out for a long time, and although they kept losing money, they did not withdraw, they held out all the time...... They repeat forward, stop, lie down, get up, and keep going......

…… I saw Lieutenant Maninstein, who I had interviewed earlier, being lifted down, his throat being pierced from the side, and blood rushing into his trachea, which made his mouth foam with blood. It wasn't until the military doctor gave him a laryngeal intubation that he finally calmed down temporarily......

…… This brutal battle continues......"

Also unlucky in the night battles were the multinational field observation missions. These big noses are definitely the ones that the Huai officers and soldiers dare not provoke in ordinary times, but at night, when the soldiers are in chaos, not to mention foreigners, for some soldiers who want to survive, they are the generals and deputy generals, and they will also do it when it is time to start!

The 50-odd field observation group suffered a real blow this time since the loss of the last one, and after the dawn count, half of them were gone. This even included the heads of the Russian and American observer missions, two bigwigs at the level of brigadier generals......

And among those who disappeared, only two were really in the hands of Qin Jun. There is absolutely no brigadier general of the Russian-American observer group among the two people! (To be continued......) R1292