Dominate the Country

"Wearing iron armor, carrying a long sword. Fighting with me, the road is long."

"We share the same hatred of the enemy, and live and die together. We fight with you, and our hearts are not slack."

"Treading on the swallows, chasing the beard. Fighting with the son, singing fearlessly..."

The sound of military songs sounded so familiar in the distance. As the commander of the musketeers under Hailancha, Ayintu's face turned from blue to red when he fought the decisive battle in Taizhou, which was known as the "Decisive Battle". . The song of the Fuhan Army reminded him once again of the feeling of failure and powerless resentment.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke. Even with his telescope, he could not see the exact number of the Fuhan Army. He could only see a sea of ​​people disappearing and appearing in the smoke, moving toward the underserved ones.

The Qing army's formation was filled with the sound of drums and trumpets, and groups of musketeers also gathered together. Under the guidance of triangular dragon flags, they moved towards the Fuhan army's formation.

From the perspective of Fuchun, commander of the Qing army's artillery, the current formation of the musketeers is even more rigorous than during the Battle of Taizhou. However, the unprotective uniforms are really not comparable to the bright armor on the other side.

The Fuhan Army came with the excitement of music, and military songs were sung in battle after battle. Now those military songs have been engraved in the bones of the soldiers, and have become another powerful force for them on the battlefield. Weapons - This will give them courage in battle.

Ayintu looked at the Fuhan Army formation approaching step by step, with deep hatred in his eyes. When he saw several artillery shells hitting the Fuhan Army formation, his ferocious face showed full of joy. Ayintu sent someone to see Fuchun with a cruel smile: "Bomb Chen Ni hard with cannons, bomb hard, beat hard."

He did not believe that the soldiers of the Fuhan Army were all made of iron. When the cannonballs fell on the heads of the Fuhan Army soldiers, they would die, panic and fear.

Fuchun is also a veteran who experienced the Battle of Taizhou, but he still has no substantial progress in artillery command. The only difference between him now and him on the Taizhou battlefield at that time is that he trusts Blanco more.

"How is it? Blanco. Do you have the confidence to severely damage the rebel army?"

"Your Excellency, we still have fifty cannons, divided into two groups, taking turns to bombard. I believe the rebel troops cannot withstand it."

Blanco clenched his fists tightly. He originally had no grudge against the Fuhan Army, but he was deeply involved in this war and the death of his Portuguese officer and artilleryman had already made him and the Fuhan Army forge a friendship. Unresolvable hatred. As he spoke, a burst of hatred emerged spontaneously.

Fuchun now admires Blanco quite a lot, and he also saw the hatred in Blanco's heart towards the Fuhan Army. That is very sincere hatred.

However, it seemed a little different from Blanco's vow, "Boom, boom, boom..." The artillery shells of the Fuhan Army fell more densely, and their impact points were still extending in the direction of the Qing Army. At this time, the guard battalion of the third division and the first battalion of the first garrison division at the head of the offensive force had already strode through the gap between the artillery positions.

Thick smoke obscured two battalions of elite Fuhan troops. Blanco held up a telescope and personally observed the distance between the Fuhan Army's troops. The Fuhan Army's front line was still so thin and narrow, looking like a line from a distance. Blanco gritted his teeth. These hateful rebels were so far away and so thin. It was too difficult to hit them. Even the top gunners in the Portuguese Navy could not complete this task.

About ten minutes passed.

"The Fuhan Army is about to enter Sanli!"

In anticipation and anxiety, Blanco tightened his grip on the telescope in his hand, and the distance was almost there. If his vision and experience were not confused, the Fuhan Army's infantry had already entered the farthest range of the Qing Army's artillery. The Fuhan Army's artillery group seemed to have collectively entered a state of increasing the amount of gunpowder.

The remaining artillery of the Qing army had been relocated. The Fuhan army's artillery fired several times, forcing them to move the cannons with insufficient range back. Now the Fuhan army's artillery was within reach again. They are. These artillery pieces were loaded with ammunition, and the gunners of the Qing army, holding gun rail equipment, nervously made final adjustments. Because the Fuhan Army array was not facing them, many artillery had to move their muzzles again.

"Target distance. Four hundred feet, first round of artillery fire, launch!"

Blanco shouted loudly. He waited for a few more minutes and ordered the artillery group to fire. He even stood directly in front of a group of Qing artillery positions when he gave the order.

"Boom, boom, boom..." fireworks sprayed out, and cannonballs passed over his head one after another.

A large group of Qing gunners roared, and Fuchun and other artillery officers were all yelling like crazy.

There was a thunderous sound of artillery, a roaring sound, and large plumes of gunpowder smoke rose from the Qing army's positions. Dozens of large general cannons sprayed fierce flames forward one after another.

The Fuhan Army's infantry front was already making great strides, but at some point the square arrays were replaced by thin horizontal lines.

The weeds were ankle deep, and there were traces of plowing on the slightly undulating fields.

Wei Baocheng did not feel sorry for the waste of this land at all, because all the people who fled were people who could not trust the Fuhan Army. Abandoning farmland means wasting a whole harvest. They are timid and distrustful of others and deserve the loss.

A shrapnel shell suddenly exploded more than ten meters away. Wei Baocheng reflexively lowered his head and heard someone on his left and right screaming "Ouch". Wei Baocheng raised his head and didn't have time to notice who was screaming "Ouch" or whether he was really bleeding and injured. He just shouted loudly: "Everyone pay attention, we have entered the range of the Tartar's artillery, left and right, all staggered!" This was the first real big battle experienced by the First Battalion. Wei Baocheng vowed to show the prestige of the base troops. In this battle, the First Battalion had to advance and not retreat, and the attack must not waver.

The great military exploits of the expeditionary army were like a bottle of aged vinegar that had been aged for a hundred years, which made the old troops of the entire base sour. They were also the Fu Han Army, and they could fight, and fight hard battles.

The large forces of the Qing army were still one and a half miles away from the Fu Han Army.

More and more shells fell in front and behind the Fu Han Army's front, and the high-pitched military songs unconsciously fell.

Wei Baocheng glanced ahead, and there was not much time left. He waved his hand, and the flag bearer beside him raised the flag of the first battalion high, "Brothers, march in order, the Tartar soldiers are ahead." As long as the whole battalion can see him at all times, no one in the first battalion dares to retreat or run away. The "Fu Han Army Offensive Regulations" are used at such times.

The screams lingered in Wei Baocheng's ears. He didn't know how many shells had just passed through the queue. But he wanted to boost morale. "Louder, brothers, sing louder, let those second Tartars and Tartars listen carefully. Sing with me, sing together..."

"Clouds follow dragons, winds follow tigers, fame and fortune are dust and earth. Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering..."

The loud military songs seemed to be unable to suppress the sound of artillery.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Amid Fuchun's roar, the Qing camp's artillery fired rounds after rounds, and the entire Qing army formation was shrouded in thick smoke.

One by one, the Qing army gunners had taken off their shirts, bared their backs, and desperately pushed the cannons back to their original positions. While nervously calculating the distance again, another gunner desperately cleaned the barrels and loaded ammunition.

The cannons roared. Whether it was Fuchun or Blanco, all the Qing army artillery officers did not pay attention to how miserable their own troops were hit by the cannons of the Fu Han Army. They only loved to watch the heavy solid iron balls draw a long arc in the air, hit the ground in front of the Fu Han Army's front line, and then jumped towards the Fu Han Army's thin front line. A cloud of blood mist burst out from time to time in the Fu Han Army, and even a flag of the Fu Han Army fell down, although it was quickly erected again.

This is the damage caused by fifty cannons to the Fu Han Army's thin front line, so what about the damage caused by the Fu Han Army's artillery to the Qing Army's array? The Qing army's array is much thicker than that of the Fu Han Army.

First, the Qing soldiers in the front were bombarded, and then the soldiers in the middle and the rear. The whistling shells exploded in the crowd of Qing soldiers, and the shrapnel that burst out like the sickle wielded by the god of death, reaping the lives of the Qing soldiers. Under the bombardment of shrapnel shells, the front army of the Qing army quickly became a mess and completely lost its combat effectiveness.

After all, the Fu Han army's "battalions" of "battalions" were extremely lethal to the infantry. What's more, in addition to shrapnel shells, there were also iron shells. How could the flesh and blood body stop the ravages of the shells? One by one, the solid iron balls weighing five or eight kilograms crashed into the crowd like a rotten wood, and effortlessly opened up a bloody alley in between.

The blood and minced meat like rain and mist rose in front of my eyes. Many people died without even a scream. The broken limbs and arms and the broken muskets were mixed together. The painful and shrill wails were more chilling than the most biting cold wind. The morale of the Qing army was exhausted in the endless blood and the dense white bones.

The broken limbs and flesh flew, and the wails were miserable.

If Chen Ming was in command of this battle, he would immediately sound the drums of the charge, because the morale of the Qing army's musketeers had collapsed. At this time, he only needed to charge with bayonets. Even if there were only two battalions at the front, the front army would roll back and the rear army would flee. The 5,000 or 6,000 musketeers of the Qing army would be finished.

But Huang Jie was not Chen Ming. He could only vaguely see the Qing army in chaos through the smoke, so he did not dare to easily issue an order for the troops to charge. Because the number of Qing troops was not small, and Feng Sheng'e still had a lot of cavalry in his hands!

Huang Jie issued an order for the artillery to continue, and the two front army battalions to speed up, but they must maintain the formation.

After a sharp whistle, the drum beats of the central army tightened, and Wei Baocheng and the officers and soldiers of the first battalion around him shouted together: "Tiger!"

They began to speed up, and the roars of the officers continued to come: "Quick, quick--"

"Keep the formation, keep the formation..."

A layer of cold sweat oozed from Feng Sheng'e's forehead. He ordered Duan Xiulin not to attack the left wing of the Fu Han Army, but to support Ayintu in the front instead. At the same time, let Chunyou launch a harassment attack on the artillery of the Fu Han Army. No need to worry about the back door of the Fu Han Army.

The artillery of the Fu Han Army seems to be more powerful than when it was in Taizhou.

"Kill..."

"Revenge, revenge! Kill the Tartars..."

"Military merit field, the Qing soldiers in front are not human, they are all military merit fields..."

"Tiger--" The entire first battalion roared again.

"Kill all the Tartars..."

"Drive out the Tartars, restore China; wash away the Hu dust, rebuild the mountains and rivers..."

"Forward! Forward--"

In the formation of the first battalion, whether officers or soldiers, they all burst out with the most straightforward roar from the bottom of their hearts at this time. Some of them wanted to kill the enemy, some for revenge, some for military exploits, and some for the Han family.

The smiles on the faces of Fuchun, Blanco and others slowly faded away. Under the bombardment of fifty general cannons, the Fuhan Army still formed a formation and pressed forward. How powerful this kind of army is compared to the Qing soldiers.

"Your Excellency, you should advise the General to temporarily stop the frontal attack. Concentrate all the cavalry and attack their artillery groups."

Blanco looked embarrassed, but he had already paid attention to the poor situation of the Qing Army's musketeers. It was estimated that in ten minutes' delay, after the Fuhan Army's military line officially came into contact with them, these musketeers would be completely defeated.

Fuchun shook his head with difficulty, he would not advise Feng Sheng'e. In this battle, they were already at a disadvantage in terms of artillery. Before the war started, everyone was mentally prepared for this. The biggest advantage of the Qing army was its large number of troops, and the cavalry could not die in vain.

The current situation can still be salvaged. And according to Blanco's opinion, even if the Qing army could withdraw intact this time, they would still lose. This is exactly what Feng Shengquan cannot accept! Because the promotion in this battle is to boost morale, not to destroy morale.

Duan Xiulin suddenly changed direction with his troops. Just when the musketeers commanded by Ayintu completely collapsed after the first battalion of the first garrison division and the guard battalion of the third division fired several rounds of gunfire, Duan Xiulin came over from the side. .

Wei Baocheng gritted his teeth. He looked back, but could not see the position of the follow-up troops. The smoke from the mortar fire had completely obscured his sight. "Tell the guard battalion to keep moving forward. Let's stop the Qing troops on the left -"

"Beep beep..."

Amidst the sharp whistles, the 1st Battalion of the 1st Guards Division completed a rapid assembly on the battlefield. According to the wishes of the battalion officer Wei Baocheng, they quickly arranged a thin and weird array of '=1='.

Duan Xiulin's men numbered four to five thousand, and they quickly rushed in from the diagonal. They were not greeted by many artillerymen of the Fuhan Army, and their morale was good and well preserved. There were at least 60 to 70% of the musketeers, but they lacked flintlock rifles. There are no artillery in the team, but a group of guns and cannons. Now he was at the forefront of this batch of guns and cannons.

"Boom boom boom..."

The mortar artillery troops fired explosive shells with all their strength, not widely and sparsely, but densely and concentrated. Twenty or thirty artillery shells were fired at one point. Duan Xiulin watched helplessly as one of his vanguard battalion heads was in a state of decay.

"Beep beep..."

When the whistle sounded, two horizontal formations on the left and right started to move towards Duan Xiulin's army. Wei Baocheng himself still held a team of troops like a column, pulling at the rear.

"Come on, come on..." The rough roars of the officers rang out from the Qing army formation.

The Fuhan Army's front line is so thin. If we don't attack now, when will we wait?

"Kill, kill for our own army. The first one to fall into battle will be promoted to the third level and rewarded with a hundred taels of gold..." At the critical moment, Duan Xiulin also offered a heavy reward. If you are promoted to the third level, you will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold! It immediately poured a lot of fuel on the morale of the Qing army.

"Bang bang..." The sound of muskets sounded, and the neat rows of gunfire stunned the Qing army's charging array. A whole row of people fell during the charge of the Qing soldiers, but the number of people in this row was too small compared to the number of Qing soldiers charging. It's just a pebble thrown into the river, a splash of water, but the river still flows as it should.

The shotgun soldiers in the Qing army also began to stand up and started shooting at the Fuhan army. It can be said that nine out of ten Qing soldiers who came to the formation of the Fuhan Army were holding shotguns. Some people pulled the trigger from time to time during the charge, but they were not in formation at all. Many people just pointed their guns at the Fuhan Army. While pulling the trigger, or just raising the muzzle and firing it to embolden yourself, that's all.

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

The four tiger squatting cannons of the first battalion exploded, and four streaks of white smoke rose in the array. Countless iron and broken nails followed the four cannon blasts like fishing nets, covering the densely packed Qing soldiers. Behind them, the grenadiers quickly stepped out of the formation. Amidst the clanging sound of their armor, small black dots flew out of their hands.

The charging Qing troops screamed. I don't know how many people fell to the ground in pain at that moment. Then dozens of grenades exploded, and even more people screamed.

An irregular broken iron angle, a rusty iron nail, these inconspicuous things are ejected by the explosive force of gunpowder, and they can easily take away a person's life as long as they hit the right place.

Flesh and flesh cannot stop their progress at all. As long as they touch the flesh, whether it is broken iron horns or iron nails, they can easily tear the Qing soldiers' clothes and penetrate into their flesh, turning upside down and deforming in their bodies. Small fragments can' Get out of a big wound.

The old fellow in front of Yang Si, Lao Cao, is a living example. A broken iron nail penetrated his belly directly. Yang Si watched helplessly as Lao Cao struggled desperately on the ground with his stomach in his hands, and let out a cry. There was an inhuman scream, and the apparently small wound on his stomach could not be blocked no matter how hard he tried. Blood gurgled out from inside. Yang Si knew that the intestines in his stomach were probably broken...

Yang Si, who just a moment ago was full of ambitions for promotion and fortune, felt the urge to urinate in his lower body. Dead people, especially familiar dead people, have always had a great impact on people.

"Charge..." Wei Baocheng swung his sword, and a team of soldiers behind him picked up their muskets with bayonets fixed, and rushed towards the Qing army with the blood tiger flag waving. The two thin two-row horizontal teams on the left and right turned into two columns, moving quickly to the left and right of the Qing army...

The gunners of the four tiger squat cannons grabbed grenades and rushed up. Their mission in the attack has always been just a last-minute call. If the Fu Han army had an advantage, they could carry the tiger squat cannons and go back leisurely, but now the situation of the first battalion is not very bad. The soldiers of the first battalion of the entire garrison division did not know that just now, the follow-up infantry line had just repelled a harassment of the Qing army's cavalry, and six infantry battalions were rushing to reinforce the front army under the Qing army's artillery fire.

Huang Jie ordered the army to move forward!