Dominate the Country

Just when the Fu Han Army camp outside Chenzhou City was attacked by two thousand Manchu and Han cavalry, on the way from Zhoujiakou to Chenzhou City - Li Ji!

Agui, who personally led more than 7,000 Manchu, Han and Mongolian cavalry, looked at a terrified Fu Han Army logistics transport convoy with a grin - this was the prey he was about to catch. The latter had never expected that there would be such a large number of Qing Army cavalry to attack them.

Fortunately, on the flat plains of eastern Henan, the traces of the Qing Army's large cavalry attack could not be concealed at all. Before the Qing Army cavalry rushed over, the transport convoy consisting of more than 100 four-wheeled carriages had barely gathered into five small circles.

"Chang'an, lead the troops to eat them for me. Be careful, leave a few prisoners." Agui firmly believed that the Chiyou face in Zhoujiakou yesterday was a trick of the Fu Han Army, but people in this era always have some secrets. Agui was still a little uneasy about the ghost face he saw yesterday, so he wanted to leave a few prisoners, and it would be best to ask about this matter clearly.

How could there be ghosts and gods in this world?

And it was Chiyou, a fierce and evil god!

More than a thousand Mongolian and Han cavalrymen surrounded the transport team that was huddled together. They first strolled, then jogged, and slowly accelerated little by little.

Agui, sitting on the horseback, still had a confused look in his eyes. The defeat in Zhoujiakou was an eternal pain in his heart. At that moment, he was discouraged and wanted to die.

Such an important and vital place, 20,000 infantry and cavalry, was finished in just one morning? And so many were captured!

This made him feel a deep sense of failure.

It seemed that no matter how carefully he prepared his defense, no matter how solid he thought his defense was, it would become vulnerable when the Fu Han army really came.

On the battlefield, more than a thousand Mongolian and Han cavalry were gradually advancing, and the vanguard had entered the range of the artillery here.

In the transport convoy of the Fu Han army, the transport troops of two teams plus three or four hundred men were divided into five small circles of varying sizes, and were nervously waiting. They wanted to form a big circle, but unfortunately it was too late. They had no time to surround all the carriages together.

The Qing army cavalry broke out too suddenly and came too fast.

More than a hundred four-wheeled carriages could only be divided into five small circles in front and behind, and they barely surrounded the carriages in a circle.

They had no cannons, only tiger squat cannons, sub-cannons [captured], and grenades that were quickly ordered to be disassembled and used by the commander of the transport team.

Tong Dali, the right lieutenant whose name is only one letter different from Chen Jigong's pseudonym, immediately ordered the mother-and-child cannon to open fire when he saw the Qing army cavalry approaching within a hundred feet.

"Fight, fight hard!" The Qing army did not send anyone to lure him to surrender, and he had no intention of surrendering. Let's die!

"Listen, everyone. Fight well. Even if we die in battle, we have made our money back, and we are heroes. The court will support our parents, wives and children; the court will arrange for our brothers and sisters.

Don't be confused for a moment, be greedy for life and fear death and become a traitor.

Imagine the fate of those traitors and their families. That is called being infamous for thousands of years and never being able to turn over. Everyone, give up that thought. Let's all cheer up and fight the Tartars well! It's not in vain to die!"

The commander of the team shouted loudly. The sound was not only loud in the small circle where he was, but also spread far to the other four circles. Besides, if we fight hard, the situation here might get worse. Zhoujiakou and Chenzhou will know about it and send troops to rescue us.

The Qing army's horses' hooves are getting closer and closer, and the sound is getting louder and louder. No matter how loud the shouts are, they can no longer be heard. The only sound in the world is the sound of horses' hooves. Tong Dali, a right lieutenant in his thirties or forties, looks at all the people in the small circle with his sharp eagle-like eyes.

Xiong Wenbing doesn't care about the right lieutenant's gaze. What's so scary about death? When he was in the Yunyang shack, death was the most common thing. And he is willing to die for Chen Han! He carried the heavy grenade box and placed it on the ground. Their team transported a total of 300 boxes of grenades, each with fifty grenades. Every small circle has this thing, and when necessary, they can give the Tartars a good look!

The transport team had more than 100 carriages, and the materials they carried were mainly a large number of gunpowder barrels, paper bombs, various types of complete artillery shells and grenades. The canned food and military dry food were just miscellaneous, and the medicine bags, gauze and cigarettes were also miscellaneous additions.

The right lieutenant's whistle soon sounded in the defense circle surrounded by the carriages. Tong Dali didn't care whether others could hear his shout at this moment: "Attention, all artillery positions, attention, fire at the fastest speed."

There were six submachine guns in the team, all of which were captured from Zhoujiakou. There were also four tiger squat guns, all of which fired shotgun shells and had a shorter range. They were old guns that had been passed on three or four times. It was estimated that these things would be eliminated from the transport troops soon.

There were a total of ten artillery pieces. If they were put together, the power would still be good. But now these ten small guns were divided into five queues.

The submachine gun is the Franco-German cannon from more than a hundred years ago. This type of cannon can not only use large projectiles, but also small projectiles, which are old-fashioned shotguns. Although it has this and that kind of shortcomings, as a breech-loading cannon, the submachine gun's firing rate is absolutely the best of all artillery at that time.

"Boom boom boom..." A submachine gun exploded, and other submachine guns also sounded one after another.

Six cannons exploded one after another, and white smoke rose from the five separate defense circles amid the rumbling sound of the cannons. Bullets as big as pearls whistled out and spread into a net in the air, flying towards the Mongolian and Han cavalrymen who were rushing towards them.

The Qing cavalry were mentally prepared for the bombardment. But when the shells really hit their heads, there was still a cry of surprise from the charging cavalry.

Six cannons and two hundred small bullets really swept away the twenty or thirty cavalrymen who were rushing in the front like a violent storm.

The flesh and blood of people and horses were as fragile as tofu under the huge power. No matter if you were wearing armor or not, no matter if it was human flesh or horse flesh, as long as you were touched by the small bullets, you would not die on the spot, but your bones and limbs would be broken.

Six cannons caused about twenty or thirty casualties in the charging Qing cavalry, and the war horses screamed and wailed.

After being hit by a round of artillery, the charging cavalry of the Qing army would certainly not be in chaos and disintegrate because of such a small number of casualties. It was just that the gaps between each other were pulled wider, and the originally sparse formation became even looser.

So the second wave of artillery fire suddenly reduced the lethality to about ten horses.

After two rounds of artillery fire, the Qing army cavalry had rushed to a distance of less than twenty feet outside the defense. They also fought back with their muskets and bows and arrows.

"Fire--"

With the sound of the whistle, "bang bang bang..." A large number of bullets whistled out and splashed towards the rushing Qing army cavalry. Even though the transport soldiers of the two teams were divided into five groups, they each completed a relatively neat shooting. Even if they might still be holding a matchlock-style musket in their hands, every volley would cause the Qing army cavalry to fall down in unison.

The Qing army cavalrymen leaned over the necks of their horses one by one, and some cavalrymen who were good at shooting really took out their bows and arrows, but their number was too small. More than 20 arrows fell into the five defense circles, which immediately caused casualties and fright to the transport team.

A man in his thirties or forties on Xiong Wenbing's left fell to the ground without a word. A sharp arrow pierced his neck. He was holding a grenade in his hand until he died.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Boom boom boom..."

The distance was rapidly shortened, and the four tiger squat cannons opened fire. From a distance, Agui saw several groups of white mist bursting in front of the transport team's defense circle, with red flames in the mist, and then saw a group of warriors who rushed to the front. Their bodies were directly knocked off their horses like paper, and their mounts fell before the final victory!

Yes, before the final victory!

It's not that Agui looked down on the transport team in front of him. The latter had only six or seven hundred people in total, most of whom were civilians, scattered in five different defense circles. If such strength was approached by more than a thousand Qing army cavalry, who would win and who would lose, do we need to say more?

However, this transport team is worthy of Chen Ni's reputation of "sharp guns and cannons". This small transport team is equipped with ten large and small cannons, which are still firing. Together with their two hundred musketeers, they killed hundreds of cavalrymen during the Qing army's cavalry charge.

"Boom boom boom..."

Grenade after grenades were thrown out like raindrops with the roar of the right lieutenant. Xiong Wenbing stood up fearlessly, pulled the fuse, aimed the grenade at a flag soldier and threw it.

Even the most ordinary people know that grenades don't always explode, but if they don't explode, they will hurt the Tartars.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom..." A ball of exploding fire completely covered the distance of 10 to 20 meters in front of the defense circle.

Agui in the back line jumped his eyelids, "Grenade..." He screamed in surprise.

Are the grenades sent in this transport team? So many were thrown out at once? I'm afraid there are four or five hundred of them?

The dense explosions made people think that they heard very loud firecrackers instead of a rain of grenades exploding. Shrapnel flew everywhere, iron sand splashed.

Gun smoke filled the air. Near the explosion point, the front and back sections were clearly divided into two groups. The front section fell to the ground, whether dead or not, all covered in blood. Among the bodies of the lying people and horses, most of the Qing soldiers were motionless.

Only the soft soil still emitted wisps of green smoke, and some rags and rotten meat could be vaguely seen in the gaps between the people and horses. Occasionally, a wisp of burnt smell rushed into people's mouths and noses - needless to say, anyone could guess what it was.

The back half was the Qing cavalry that was not covered by the grenade rain just now.

The loss was huge in an instant, and the Qing cavalry was stunned by this, and they all tilted their horses' heads and rushed through the gaps between the defense circles or to the left and right. After a circle, Chang An ran to Agui in a panic to apologize, but was whipped in the face by Agui, and his left eyeball was almost popped.

"Idiot!"

Agui had never seen Chang An fight like this again. Even if the sacrifice was huge, so what? Stick to it.

When Chang An led his men and horses to run away, Agui hurriedly sent a second wave of people to rush up. The leader, Qing An, was the vanguard commander of the former Shanpu Camp. He was absolutely skilled and had a good mind for fighting.

He arranged the troops more sparsely than the Qing cavalry of Chang An's army after being bombarded, not only from the front, but also from the two wings and the side and rear. And organized muskets and bows to shoot at a defensive circle!

The small circle of the transport team could not hold on immediately.

"Throw--, throw grenades quickly!" Tong Dali shouted anxiously.

But people only have two hands. And don’t think throwing a grenade is easy. From taking it out to pulling the ring, and then throwing it out, it takes at least a few seconds, and it will be hit by the absolute advantage of muskets. Many people will die as soon as they show their heads. In this case, how about throwing 10 or 20 grenades in a row?

Besides, the explosion rate of those grenades is quite unreliable. Many grenades are just iron lumps when thrown out.

“Throw, throw…” Tong Dali’s forehead veins were exposed, and the blood vessels on his neck were bulging. But what was coming still had to come, and a roaring explosion suddenly sounded from a defense circle on the left.

I don’t know if it was a gunpowder barrel that was detonated, or a paper bomb, artillery shell, etc. that was detonated. Anyway, that small defense circle was finished. Not only was it finished, but the surrounding ones were also finished.

The first item in the “Safety Manual” of the transport team is that when the transport team is defending against the enemy, it is necessary to properly place flammable and explosive materials such as gunpowder, grenades, and paper bombs. But their transport team was loaded with inflammable and explosive things, and there were too many of them. There was no place to put them.

Xiong Wenbing's heart skipped a beat, and before he could straighten up, he was rolled up by a huge force and thrown onto the opposite carriage.

When he shook his head and staggered to stand up, he saw Tong Dali, who was covered in blood, shot in the shoulder by a sharp arrow. It turned out that the Qing army had already rushed over!

Two of the five defense circles were destroyed by the explosion, and three were injured. The shooting of the musketeers inside became sporadic. The explosion dealt a heavy blow to the transport team mentally. The remaining logistics soldiers lost their energy, and because of the sudden lack of two defense circles, the number of Qing troops they faced increased greatly. More and more arrows were shot into the defense circles. These arrows may not be accurate, but they caused great confusion and hindrance to the logistics soldiers and civilians.

So their shooting became sporadic. Without sufficient firepower density, it was difficult to stop the cavalry from getting close.

Although some Qing cavalrymen who were charging were shot and fell off their horses, the wave of the Qing'an army's charge was not hindered at all.

Amid the thundering hoofbeats, both the logistics soldiers and the civilians became flustered, and they couldn't load bullets properly or throw grenades properly. When Xiong Wenbing stood up, a team of Qing soldiers had already approached the defense circle.

Tong Dali wiped the blood from his face. He knew that hand-to-hand combat was inevitable. This might be the last moment of his life. He raised his saber and shouted: "Brothers! It's time to be loyal to the king. Drive out the Tartars and restore China. We will die gloriously. Kill one and you'll get it back! Kill two and you'll earn one!!!"

Some Qing soldiers had already climbed onto the transport vehicle, and the transport soldiers under Tong Dali's command held up their bayonets or held swords and guns and pushed forward. The battle didn't last long before the Qing soldiers broke through the defense circle. Although the transport soldiers were also wearing armor, and their fighting will was relatively strong, their hand-to-hand combat ability was still quite strong. But their number was too small!

At this time, the Qing army also began to surrender.

"No killing for surrender! Throw away your weapons!"

"Don't surrender yet? You're dead."

The Qing soldiers, especially the banner soldiers, hated the Fu Han Army. But they could only follow Agui's orders. Moreover, if the Fu Han Army surrendered and lost their weapons and armor, they could do whatever they wanted to them.

Some of the civilians who followed the army had already knelt down, hoping that their obedience could save their lives. So they didn't see the contempt and murderous intent in the eyes of the Qing soldiers when they knelt down and kowtowed.

They looked at the civilians wearing Hanfu and turbans with pigtail braids, and there was only crazy murderous intent in their hearts.

I've been treated like a dog, why don't you? Why don't you?

And the transport soldiers were always resisting. Aren't they afraid of death? Of course they are. But they were more afraid that if they surrendered, their families would suffer for them - their military merit lands would be taken away, their property would be taken away, and their whole family would be sent to labor camps...

When they thought of such consequences, anyone with a conscience would grit their teeth and resist even if they were torn to pieces.

"Why don't you throw down the grenade? I'm talking to you, kneel down quickly!" Tong Dali was shot in the stomach, and the last resistance in the defense circle was gone. A Qing soldier climbed onto the transport ship with a bow and arrow and shouted at Xiong Wenbing.

Xiong Wenbing's arms were sore and numb that he couldn't remember how many grenades he had thrown, nor how many Qing soldiers were killed by his grenades. After hearing what the Qing soldier said, he turned his head and glanced at the defense circle. The transport soldiers were almost dead, and the men who resisted were all dead. The remaining ones who knelt down and begged for mercy from the Qing soldiers were all cowards. Some of them were from their village.

"Pah." Xiong Wenbing spit at those people. Then a grenade fell from his hand.

"I'll kill your grandma!" Almost at the same time as he threw the grenade, Xiong Wenbing pulled the trigger of a double-barreled pistol from his bulging waist at the Qing soldier. The Qing soldier's chest was pierced by lead bullets, and a large area of ​​it was immediately stained red. The man fell from the top of the transport carriage with a "thump". Xiong Wenbing roared, turned the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger at the bannerman who was closest to him. With a "bang", half of the man's head was blown off, and the lightning rod was knocked off. The white brain and blood flowed out, but Xiong Wenbing thought it was really beautiful.

A sharp arrow pierced his body from behind, and then another arrow shot through his thigh, and another one...

The surrounding Qing troops seemed to have been greatly provoked. Five or six arrows immediately made Xiong Wenbing fall to the ground. All the strength in his body left him like the receding tide. He could no longer hold the hand gun, but he was not afraid. Because when he threw the grenade, he had already pulled the string.

He also killed two Qing soldiers with great certainty. It was worth it...

Xiong Wenbing thought so in his heart, and his eyes fell into darkness. But his hearing seemed to have not disappeared yet, and he heard a loud "boom". "Really..., it's worth dying!" With the last trace of thought, Xiong Wenbing's body was engulfed by a ball of flames.

He threw the grenade with the string pulled into the grenade box.