Dominate the Country

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"Dog Tartar!"

Gao Pengyue cursed bitterly at the front line where the fighting was becoming more and more fierce. While anxiously hoping that the artillerymen of the Fuhan Army would be more tenacious and more ambitious, he walked up and down in front of a parapet. The Qing army was now The Fuhan army on the south road was completely overwhelmed, but it was still at least an hour before the dawn.

Suddenly, the soldier beside him shouted: "Commander, be careful." With a tiger pounce, Gao Pengyue was thrown down.

Gao Pengqi hasn't come back to his senses yet.

With a bang, a twelve-pound solid iron ball hit the parapet behind him hard. A big gap was immediately opened in the parapet made of big blue bricks, and rocks flew flying. Several soldiers beside him covered their heads and rolled to the ground, screaming loudly.

"Is the conductor okay?"

The soldier who knocked down Gao Pengyue quickly stood up, helped Gao Pengyue up and asked nervously.

"It's okay, I'm okay..." Gao Pengyue got up and looked at the parapet behind him, feeling secretly in danger. But on the surface he didn't show it at all. He firmly refused the suggestion of the soldiers who came up to him to retreat further.

Gao Pengyue ordered the soldiers to help the injured Qing soldiers down for treatment. He took a few big breaths and pressed his pounding heart back into his chest. What he was thinking about was Chen Ming's order: morning light, morning light. How could he sustain his troops until dawn?

At this moment, a soldier on the observation deck suddenly shouted: "Commander, look, the Tatars have increased their troops again..."

Gao Pengyue hurriedly climbed up to the lookout and saw that in the wilderness to the east of the Fuhan Army's front line, a large number of torches suddenly appeared. The torches were connected together like a swarm of moving fireflies. Gao Pengyue's face turned ugly, and he gritted his teeth and spit out three words: "Dog Tatar."

The dark crowd came over, and countless Qing troops came to kill them with knives and cards. In the dark, swords, guns, and shields are always more useful than shotguns.

Gao Pengyue's face was ashen. He felt that with this wave of offensive... it was very likely that the front line would not be able to hold on.

After hesitating for a moment, Gao Pengyue suddenly shouted loudly: "Brothers, follow me and kill -"

At this moment, the drumbeats of the Qing army on the opposite side suddenly sounded like thunder, as if tens of thousands of people were shouting, and countless people flooded towards the Fuhan army's defense line.

On the main position of the Qing army, under the banner of Hailancha's general. Below Hai Lancha himself, ten other military generals followed.

Seeing the impact of thousands of troops and horses on the battlefield, Hai Lancha could not help but feel a surge of pride in his heart that could hardly be suppressed.

Chunshan, the deputy commander of the Xiaoqi Battalion, took the opportunity to boast: "Congratulations to Master Hai, we will definitely win this battle."

Hailancha laughed immodestly. It seemed that the victory on the South Road battlefield would be his soon.

…

The remaining artillery of the Fuhan Army on the South Road was still firing continuously, and at the same time, the squatting tiger artillery in the camp was also bombarding with all its strength. The former shoots shotguns, and each shot can cover a large area; the latter shoots shotguns, the most primitive shotguns. Hundreds of stones and pieces of iron are ejected, and the coverage range is even better than shotguns. and.

The soldiers of the Qing soldiers who were hit by every shot were running like wolves and swarms. The soldiers of the Qing soldiers who were hit by every shot were bloody and bloody, causing heavy casualties.

But there were too many Qing troops.

Seeing thousands of Eight Banners soldiers pouring in, Gao Pengyue sighed, called over a private soldier, and asked him to quickly send a message back. The South Road here may..., no, it must not be able to hold on to the morning light.

Next came the hand-to-hand combat with swords and guns. Of course Gao Pengyue knew how the Fuhan Army on the South Road suffered from fighting with the Qing Army wearing cotton armor. In close combat, the Fuhan Army on the South Road relied only on grenades, but grenades only had a long range. , how many minutes can it be blocked? Hand-to-hand combat is inevitable, and the South Route Army has already lost this battle. "Go and report to the Governor..." Gao Pengyue tightened the knife in his hand. Failure is inevitable. But he will definitely persist until the end.

The news was quickly passed to Chen Ming...

Chen Ming inquired and immediately sent two main battalions to the South Road to meet the defeated troops. Hailancha had already led the army to break through the South Road defense line and was about to cross the Yunyan River and penetrate towards the rear of Jiangyan Town.

"Tang Wencan, have you met Commander Gao?"

Tang Wencan, who had a bloody mouth on his face, saw the main battalion leader coming to help him, and tears flowed down his face. His battalion suffered a heavy loss in this battle. Just as he was about to greet the camp officer, the latter stopped him and asked about Gao Pengyue's whereabouts.

"Commander Gao didn't turn around?" Tang Wencan was shocked. The main battalion officer who asked him was also shocked.

…

By the Yanyan River, a battalion of Fuhan Army musketeers has entered a state of combat readiness, with flintlock rifles mounted behind parapets and fences. To their left, right and behind, there is also a battalion of armored soldiers. and a cavalry of two to three hundred men. This is the entire strength of the Fuhan Army guarding Jiangyan Town.

At this time, the artillery of the Qing army was still bombarding continuously, and solid iron balls hit the water, the parapet fence, or the neat queue of the Fuhan army..., and screams broke out again and again. Although the officers and soldiers of the Fuhan Army were nervous, their formations were not chaotic at all. The main force of the Fuhan Army was well-trained and absolutely reliable.

Accompanied by the rapid gunfire of the Qing army, countless Qing soldiers rushed over from the pontoon bridge built on the Yanyan River holding shields.

The Qing army was numerous and powerful, while the Fu Han army was at an absolute disadvantage. Hailancha would not be so stupid as to fight the Fu Han army to death at this point. The Qing army divided its troops into several routes and crossed the river from multiple different sections, while he himself urged a small part of the troops to cross the river in this section tightly guarded by the Fu Han army, just making a bluff. When the Fu Han army could not help but release the cavalry in their hands, some of the Qing soldiers in other positions had already crossed the Yunyan River.

When the large group of Qing troops gathered together forced the Fu Han army cavalry to retreat, and then pressed towards the rear of Jiangyan Town, the heavily guarded camp on the Yunyan River became the first camp they wanted to open.

The Fu Han army here only had a few six cannons, all of which were three-jin cannons, but there were flying thunder cannons and tiger squat cannons. They were not a new barracks on the south bank. As an old camp of the Fu Han army, they would of course be equipped with a flying thunder cannon team when the war started. Chen Ming believed that they were also capable of erasing all traces of the flying thunder cannon when they were defeated.

Tiger squat cannon, flying thunder cannon, hand grenade, large clouds of smoke rose, and the flames of the explosion were mixed with countless shrapnel flying everywhere.

The first to rush to this camp were still the Death Battalion and Shandong Training Warriors.

Although the Death Battalion was a unit sent to die, its battalion officer was a genuine Manchu army flag, and he was accompanied by hundreds of elite soldiers as his support for suppressing the sergeants.

Seeing the surging Death Battalion soldiers seemed to have encountered the waves of the ten thousand year old reef, wave after wave hit it, and wave after wave turned into powder. He sneered: "This army is quite tenacious, I wonder if it is the elite of the enemy army? Beat the drums, cheer for our army! Let those Nikan continue to attack!"

The battalion officer of the Death Battalion did not regard his soldiers as human beings at all, as can be seen from the fact that he used the word "Nikan" to refer to the Han people.

So the fate of the Death Battalion was spoiled. Along with the Death Squad, the Shandong trained warriors also suffered.

Qingzhou Camp, Liu Yong's direct troops, lost the special honor of "Central Army" since Liu Yong's death. Liu Yong was from Qingzhou. When Zhang Gu, wearing mourning clothes, sent Liu Yong's coffin back to Shandong, the Qingzhou Camp and Liu Yong's personal soldiers were divided into three parts after many twists and turns, and one of them was assigned to the Cavalry Camp. The leader was Li Mingxing, who was a military candidate.

Hearing the thunder of the war drums behind him again, Li Mingxing burst into tears. These were all his fathers and fellow villagers. A combat-capable militia is not only composed of tenants and poor people, but also has relatives and clans with strong relationships to serve as the middle and grassroots soldiers. Only such militia can fight hard battles.

The former Fengxiang prefect Guo Da is behind this Qingzhou militia. Now that the prefect has become a guest of the deputy governor of the Cavalry Battalion, Chunshan, this group of three or four hundred militiamen has to become the scapegoat of the Cavalry Battalion.

In the previous attack, they lost nearly a hundred people, and Li Mingxing's younger brother died in the battle. But what can they do now? Don't obey orders? The musketeers behind him can kill all of them immediately.

"Go!" Li Mingxing gave the order with a gloomy look and waved his hand. When his right hand fell, the skin on his face that had not yet dried was wetted by tears again. If he charges again, how many of Li Mingxing's people can survive?

The battle continued.

In the next two quarters of an hour, two more militiamen were put into battle. Don't be impatient in a battle of attack. How many times in history did the army fail to capture the city and was defeated by the small army defending the city?

The Death Battalion and the Training Warriors charged twice in two quarters of an hour, and Li Mingxing was lucky enough to be unscathed. But how many outsiders knew the pain in his heart? Only those closest to him could see Li Mingxing's face twisted with pain.

Li Mingxing had no strength left. Although he was unscathed, his heart was like a knife cutting, making him want to sit on the ground.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and the battalion officer of the Death Battalion ran to them with a few people. After a shout, the Death Battalion and the Training Warriors wanted to continue moving forward.

"What? Still moving forward!" Li Mingxing gritted his teeth and asked angrily. I have never seen a war like this. As a martial arts candidate, Li Mingxing has also read military books and strategies, and knows a little about history books. In the thousands of years of Chinese war history, no one has ever won a battle like this!

The answer to him was a sharp arrow shot in front of his toes. The remaining Training Warriors in the Qingzhou Camp surged and hid Li Mingxing in the middle.

"He is loyal." The officer of the Death Battalion said with a hint of joking.

Everyone hated him to death, but seeing the 1,000 new Eight Banners soldiers with guns and live ammunition behind the officer, as well as a large group of Eight Banners cavalry, although they hated him, they dared not disobey his orders. Now they are in front of the battle. Even if the Eight Banners infantry and cavalry slaughtered everyone in front of the battle, they could wipe out everything if they didn't obey orders or even said that they all died in the battle.

"Dog Tartar! Die badly!" At this moment, I don't know how many people cursed in their hearts.

Then what awaited them was another defeat.

Li Mingxing and others had to issue an attack order to the retreating Death Battalion soldiers and Ding Yong, the training warriors. But this time, they stirred up a hornet's nest.

More than a thousand soldiers of the Death Battalion plus two or three thousand Shandong training warriors fought the battle of the South Road and the current camp. As the sky was getting bright, the sun showed its face, and the morning mist was thinned by three points, they were still fighting. Looking at the dead bodies around them, there were at least eight hundred of them lying in all directions, if not a thousand. When it got light, the enemy's muskets would shoot more accurately, and they would probably be all killed in a moment.

Most of them are trained soldiers, and 70% to 80% of the people in the Death Battalion are also trained soldiers. What do they want to be Ding Yong? The first is to protect their hometown, and the second is to make a fortune. But how much money do they have in their hands? Can they compare with the regular soldiers of the Qing Dynasty? Can they compare with those Eight Banners masters?

None of them. And since none of them can, why should they work harder than the regular soldiers and Eight Banners masters of the Qing Dynasty? Whoever wants to be a hero of the Qing Dynasty will die, grandma, this can't go on.

Regardless of the training generals or ordinary Ding Yong, there were complaints in the team. Li Mingxing and others couldn't suppress it, so they had to explain the whole story to the commander of the Death Battalion. The commander's face was already ashen, and he suddenly made an amazing move! He urged his warhorse to gallop in front of a well-trained soldier, raised his sword and slashed, and the head fell to the ground. The gushing blood mist shocked the noisy soldiers into deathly silence!