Dominate the Country

In Luoyang City, Heshan Rudaodaotai Chongxu and Shaanxi Governor Jiang Yunming all gathered at Henan Fu Yamen. Chong Xian, Jiang Yunming and the prefect of Henan Prefecture, to be honest, all of them had their own opinions on Wang Tenglong. Not only was this guy arrogant, but he also made it clear that he wanted to be alone and take all the credit. How could such a person make Chongxi and the others feel comfortable?

Moreover, Chongxi and the others were worried about the arrogant Shaanxi soldiers. They were close to Ruzhou and knew how powerful Chen Jiajun was, but Wang Tenglong couldn't look down on Chen Jiajun. The shadow of inevitable defeat for arrogant soldiers lingers in the minds of Chong Xi and others.

"I hope Admiral Wang can really defeat the enemy in one battle..." Compared with the fate of the Shaanxi soldiers who were greedy for credit and recklessly and were defeated, even if all the credit was taken away by the Shaanxi soldiers, Wang Tenglong would have won the battle.

"At this time, I'm afraid Linru Town has already taken over..."

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On the battlefield north of Linru Town.

The sound of muskets sounded, and the neat rows of gunfire made Chen Jiajun behind the parapet feel refreshed. Several people fell down in the sequence of Qing soldiers charging, but the number of these people was too small compared to the number of Qing soldiers charging. There is a splash in the river, but the river flows as it should.

The archers in the Qing army began to stand still, bending their bows to shoot at the parapets and bunkers. Although the light arrows could not even scratch the skin of the thick sealed fortress of the latter.

Dozens of light arrows drew parabolas in the air and landed on the position behind the parapet. There was a sound of hitting the armor, but there was no scream.

Chen Jiajun all wore iron helmets with round caps. They were half kneeling on the ground. One helmet could protect half of their shoulders. The breastplates they wore were made of pure iron turtle shells except for the front chest. Even though there is no iron, it is still made of processed rattan and leather. If the Qing soldiers shot heavy arrows specifically designed to break armor, then needless to say, someone in the Chen family army would definitely be injured. But not the Qing soldiers. They shot very standard feather arrows, which are only useful against ordinary people without armor.

The standing Qing archers continued to plan. When the Qing soldiers charged, the shotgun soldiers could not shoot. The only long-range attack power of the Qing soldiers was the bows and arrows that had been active on the Chinese battlefield for thousands of years. There seemed to be countless bow strings vibrating like cotton, and like a huge bee swarm vibrating its wings, waves of arrows densely rose into the sky and fell to the earth.

The Qing soldiers charged faster, and the distance of ten or twenty steps was reached in an instant, and now they were thirty steps away from the parapet.

"Beep!" There was another sharp and harsh whistle.

Three lines of rising white smoke suddenly appeared from the parapet that was only fifty or sixty steps long in front of Linru Town. Countless iron and broken nails followed the three blasts of cannons and enveloped the densely packed Qing soldiers like fishing nets. Behind the parapet, the Chen family's musketeers stood up, and there was a loud clanking sound of armor. The iron breastplates and helmets reflected countless light spots in the sunlight.

The charging Qing troops screamed, and an unknown number of people fell to the ground in pain at that moment, falling in front of the parapet.

An irregular broken iron angle, a rusty iron nail, these inconspicuous things are sprayed out by the Crouching Tiger Cannon, and they can easily take away a person's life as long as they hit the right place.

Flesh and blood cannot stop their progress at all. As long as they touch flesh, whether it is broken iron horns or iron nails, they can easily tear the flesh and blood of Qing soldiers, turn upside down and deform in their bodies, and small fragments can create a big wound. .

A sword player in front of Zhou Laosan was hit. The seemingly strong shield could not block the cheap iron nail at all. The iron nail directly penetrated the shield and entered his stomach. Zhou Laosan watched helplessly as the knife player clutched his stomach and struggled desperately on the ground, letting out inhuman screams. The wounds on his stomach, which were obviously not big, could not be blocked no matter how hard they were, and the blood kept flowing. Coming out of it...

Zhou Laosan, who was full of killing just a moment ago, felt the urge to urinate in his lower body. In this offensive battle, he never thought that people would die, and so many people were killed and injured at once. He always believed that as long as he rushed forward, the thieves in the town in front of him would be scared to death, and he would be able to capture the town without any blood.

But now, the thieves not only resisted, but also overthrew dozens of them in one fell swoop. Listening to the hoarse howling around him, Zhou Laosan's hands began to tremble, and he seemed to have a hundred more people all of a sudden. It's a heavy burden, and it's as heavy as lead, and I can't lift it.

The Qing soldiers were all stunned, but the Chen Jiajun behind the parapet were not confused, and grenades were thrown out one after another. As musketeers, they were of course not as good at throwing grenades as the grenadiers, but the distance of twenty or thirty steps was still no problem.

The Qing soldiers had just been hit by three rounds of artillery fire, and now they were hit by two more rounds of dozens of grenades. It was like raining all night when the house was leaking. After the grenades exploded, the Qing soldiers had to face twenty fired muskets.

Zhou Laosan stood on the battlefield like a wooden figure. Hundreds of Qing soldiers fell under the continuous attack of squatting cannons and grenades. When a round of bullets swept through the Qing soldiers again, fear completely gripped them. broke the hearts of these Qing soldiers. A Qing soldier in the same cell on the left side of Zhou Laosan was hit by a lead bullet in the chest. His whole body shook like an electric shock. He fell straight to the ground and could no longer move. A large amount of blood flowed out from under his body.

Zhou Laosan was really lucky today. God definitely favored him. First, there was artillery fire, then grenades, and then bullets. Zhou Laosan was not injured at all. Then, Zhou Laosan, who was unharmed, dropped his waist knife in front of the charging Chen family army and became a prisoner.

Wang Tenglong's face was red. The battle of the right camp of the Xi'an City Guard Camp had made him, the Shaanxi admiral, lose face.

"Boom boom boom..." The Qing army's artillery began to bombard again, just like their admiral's temper. Now they need to vent their anger.

The Chen family army had already retreated behind the breastwork. Some people hid in the trenches, and the other part took the prisoners into the closed bunkers between the battlefields. In the era without automatic firearms, low bunkers were not very useful. Their role was more to hide the position troops.

Now the Chen family army has developed another function, which is to detain prisoners. In an emergency, when there is no time to transfer prisoners to the rear, these closed bunkers are really suitable for storing prisoners.

Yang Ping and Feng Shaohua smiled. The scale and results of this small battle in front of the breastwork were not large, but it greatly increased the confidence of the independent brigade. You have to know that there is only one platoon of troops behind the breastwork, and the whole battalion of Qing soldiers fled in panic, with more than a hundred corpses lying on their backs. The effect is like a shot of chicken blood injected into the independent brigade, making everyone excited and confident!