Dominate the Country

In the second half of the night, the sound of fighting stopped, and the south bank of the Gunhe River finally became quiet.

The Chen family army returned to the camp and fell asleep happily. Then, after having breakfast one after another at noon the next day, they looked at the Qing soldiers who had appeared in front of the camp. Instead of marching out of the camp to attack, they took everything they had and entered the trenches in the camp under the urging of officers at all levels.

The Qing soldiers had no idea that the Chen family army, which had just established a foothold on the south bank of the Gunhe River, had not only built a good camp, but also dug trenches in the camp. Although these trenches were not deep or wide, they were connected by communication trenches from beginning to end.

"Boom! Boom!"

The Qing army artillery came out in full force. Before Fuyong led his troops to fight, Yongrui's face flushed and he clenched his fists and shouted at him. Fuyong certainly would not show mercy. He brought all nine general cannons and more than 30 small cannons of various types. The artillery of the Chen family army seemed to still stay on the north bank of the Gun River, and Chen Erbao led the team to guard them firmly.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Dozens of artillery pieces fired fiercely at the Chen family army's Gunhe South Camp, and a stream of white smoke turned into a large piece of "white cloud" covering the Qing army's artillery unit. The iron bullets that flew out of the muzzle smashed the fences and breastworks of the Chen family army one by one, just like the Chen family army last night. Chen Ming, who had no cannons in his hands, could not limit their performance at all.

In the Chen family army camp, which occupied an area the size of a village, there was no sound of people. There was only the rumble of iron bullets breaking fences, breastworks, and tents. Chen Ming was hiding in an anti-gun cave at this time. The narrow space and dirty air, but he had a very bright smile on his face.

Boom, Qing soldiers, bomb as much as you want. He was just about to see how determined Yongrui was. He actually split his troops into two groups and attacked Chen's army on the north and south banks of Gunhe River. If that was the case, he should be determined and not withdraw in disgrace before dark!

One iron lump after another was useless for trenches. If the Qing soldiers had developed shrapnel shells, Chen Ming could still worry about it, but now they were all iron lumps, so he was afraid of nothing!

On the north bank of Gunhe River.

The artillery battalion of Chen's army had evacuated the original artillery position. Chen Erbao led his troops to stay and guard the artillery battalion, and the team retreated to the north bank camp near the river. The Qing soldiers would split their troops to take the cannons of Chen's army while attacking the south bank camp. This was a problem that could be imagined with one's toes.

The rumbling sound of artillery was heard on both the north and south banks of Gunhe River, and the strange thing was that the artillery sound on the north bank belonged to Chen's army, and the artillery sound on the south bank belonged to the Qing soldiers.

"Who dares to retreat? This is the end!" Ying Shou roared with his bloody waist knife, like an angry lion baring its teeth and claws. There were more than a dozen heads rolling under his feet, half of which were officers. Although the positions of these Green Camp officers were generally not high.

"Kill all the rebels!" The Jingzhou City Guard Camp, which had nowhere to go, had no choice but to "explode" their "bloodiness" as soldiers, and they shouted loudly and rushed back, but the formation of the Qing soldiers was completely in disarray.

The drumbeats of the Qing soldiers in the rear formation increased in frequency, and Ying Shou had a ferocious expression on his face. He had long known the reputation of the Chen family army's sharp guns and cannons. If the Jingzhou City Guard Camp wanted to really break through the opponent's camp, it could only speed up the approach and speed up the soldiers' charge. Also, the casualties of the soldiers could not be tolerated. As long as the cannons of the Chen family army could be taken down, no matter how many casualties there were, it was worth it.

In front of the North Camp of the Chen Family Army, six five-jin cannons were twenty steps in front of the array. There was also a row of tiger squat cannons in front of them, and a large number of two-jin cannons and three-jin cannons on the left and right.

On the left and right of the artillery position, there were two guard teams, and Chen Erbao's battalion was deployed behind the artillery position.

As always, each team had a flag, and each combat unit had a big flag.

And like the Qing army artillery position on the south bank, the sky above the Chen family army artillery position was also completely covered with thick gunpowder smoke. Then it was blown away piece by piece by the wind.

"One hundred steps away. The muzzle is lowered for a moment, and the shotgun is loaded."

The muzzle of the Chen family army was lowered for a moment every time a shot was fired, and now it has finally reached the lowest point. The cannonballs have also changed from iron bullets to shotgun shells, which are close-range killers. There are also five flying thunder cannons that are always ready to fire. The sequence of the Qing soldiers' charge is very scattered, and there is a considerable distance between the soldiers, but the shotgun shells and flying thunder cannons can still achieve great results.

If the Qing soldiers could continue to charge after withstanding the shotgun and thunder cannon, then there would be tiger squat cannon, hand grenades, and volley guns waiting for them. Chen Erbao had few soldiers, but he was not afraid at all when facing the Jingzhou City Defense Camp, which had several times more people than himself. Just because the firepower of the Chen family army on the north bank was too strong and fierce, Chen Erbao himself doubted whether the Qing soldiers had the courage to withstand the heavy blows and rush to fight with the Chen family army with swords and guns!

When the barrel cleaner cleaned the barrel. The gunner, ammunition man, gunner and others worked together to lift the tail of the cannon a little bit, and a piece of iron plate was loaded underneath, which lifted the tail of the cannon a little bit and lowered the muzzle slightly. The loader in front loaded the silk-wrapped complete shells into the barrel - that is, wrapping the gunpowder bag with iron bullets and shotgun shells together, which was almost the same as the original paper bullets. Then the rammer compacted the ammunition with a ramrod, and the gunner used an iron spike to pierce the silk wrapped outside the firing port, and then poured the primer.

After a series of reloading, the Qing soldiers were already fifty steps away. As soon as the gunner retreated, the gunner issued a firing order. The gunner put the fuse on the ignition stick to the firing port. With a loud bang, smoke rose, and the gun carriage retreated violently.

Screams were heard everywhere in the Qing soldiers' camp. The shells scattered freely and did not need to be fired in volleys. Moreover, while dozens of artillery fired shells, five flying thunder cannons also caused the Qing soldiers to suffer a lot.

Chen Erbao felt that these Qing soldiers who were running quickly to attack were lucky. If these Qing soldiers formed their previous formation again in front of the Beiying camp, not to mention the previous bombardment of dozens of cannons from the Chen family's artillery camp. Just a shot of shotgun can defeat them like a strong storm destroying seedlings.

The musketeers stepped forward. Their number was not large, only about 200 in total, but the neat volleys of fire still made the Qing soldiers who had just been lucky enough to escape the baptism of shells cry like wolves and howl like ghosts.

In the deafening explosion, thousands of iron pellets were like huge fishing nets, catching prey among the Qing soldiers. The missed iron pellet exploded countless smoke and dust on the ground. The hit iron pellet caused each Qing soldier's body to spurt out bursts of blood mist. At least three of the seven to eight hundred charging Qing soldiers fell towards him in various postures. The ground was filled with uncontrollable howls. By the time two hundred lead bullets swept across the battlefield, the remaining Qing soldiers were already crying and running back...

Ying Shou chopped off more than a dozen heads, as well as several officers, which was very shocking at first glance. But compared to the scene of two to three hundred people in front of the Beiying formation 'throwing the ground' together, it was childish.