Dominate the Country

On the plain outside Linru Town, 7,000 Shaanxi Green Camp soldiers faced 4,000 Chen's army.

This was a regular frontal battle, and no one could be wrong about who won or lost. Victory belongs only to the stronger.

As the saying goes: Ten thousand people are boundless. The 7,000 Shaanxi Green Camp soldiers were spread out, almost occupying the entire field of vision. Compared with the large number of Qing soldiers, the 4,000 Chen's army was organized in battalions, with a large flag in each battalion and a small flag in each team. Dozens of flags fluttered in the wind, which also had a bit of military momentum.

In front of the artillery battalion, dozens of large and small cannons were lined up in a row, and the black muzzles shone with a cold metallic light in the sun. Later, there were two musket battalions, with battalions as the main organization, and each team was lined up independently. Then came Chen Ming's central army - the right battalion of the personal guards, the tank battalion, and the cavalry battalion. There were also military police, reconnaissance teams, medical teams, etc.

No matter which team, they all stood tall, with their muskets hanging by their legs, their hands on the hilts of their swords, or their spears piercing the sky. The cold light of the breastplates and armor flashing in the sun of the 4,000-strong army blinded Wang Tenglong's eyes.

The Shaanxi soldiers were all a little panicked. The Qing officers holding telescopes even ignored the scene that all the Chen family soldiers on the opposite side had cut their braids. What should they do? The 4,000 or 5,000 bandits on the opposite side were really wearing armor, and the cold light of the metal texture could not deceive people. Although it was midsummer, the 7,000 Shaanxi Green Camp soldiers wearing thin uniforms were sweating profusely, as if they were hotter than the Chen family soldiers on the opposite side wearing armor. Many of the Shaanxi soldiers in the front wanted to pee.

Xue Zong swallowed hard, and De Leng'e's throat surged again and again. The two deputy generals who had vowed at yesterday's military meeting that it was nonsense to equip the entire army of the Chen family army with armor were now completely confused.

What should they do? How can they fight?

Four or five thousand armored bandits, and they were able to form such a tight formation, standing straighter than their Shaanxi soldiers, and all the Qing soldiers were beating their drums in their hearts.

This was an unexpected effect. Chen Ming could not have imagined the effect. Just by wearing armor, the Chen family army had already suppressed the morale of the Qing soldiers and made them shaky and impetuous. Chen Ming carefully looked at the Qing army formation on the opposite side, and he had a feeling in his heart that the Qing soldiers on the opposite side seemed to be overwhelming and powerful, but in fact they were strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and it seemed that they could all fall down with one push.

Chen Ming's hand unconsciously touched his chest. Was his golden finger working again? Were the Qing soldiers on the opposite side really donkey shit eggs with bright appearances but strong on the outside but weak on the inside?

He did not dare to take risks. The capital of the Chen family army cannot afford his risk. If he fails, if the "information" is wrong, the price he pays may be the entire Chen family army. Since ancient times, how many powerful rebel armies have won many battles and are invincible. But once they are defeated, they will be defeated like a mountain and cannot be stopped?

The Chen family army is now in a situation where they can only win but not lose, and Chen Ming will not take risks at all. It's just that the emergence of this "emotion" greatly relieved his inner pressure, and he even smiled.

Wang Tenglong on the opposite side felt like a big stone was pressing on his heart, forcing him to breathe. What kind of bandit is this? Where did the Chen family thieves get so many armors? Under pressure, Wang Tenglong didn't even think that those armors might just be for show. His eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

"Go tell Xue Zong and De Leng'e that the musketeers must be well controlled. How this battle will turn out depends entirely on the musketeers." As an old soldier, Wang Tenglong knew very well that powerful things like artillery were not very durable in field battles. Whether he could escape unscathed today depended on whether the musketeers could stop the charge of the bandits.

"Woo woo woo..." The horns sounded in the Chen family army, followed by the drums. This was telling the battalion below to prepare for battle.

The artillery battalion at the front was making the final preparations before the race.

Wang Tenglong straightened his back. It was better to lose the battle than the battle. Losing the battle was a face-saving move. Even if he was defeated in the end, he could not lose the status of the Shaanxi Green Camp, nor could he let the bandits on the opposite side have an easy time.

Wang Tenglong forgot his secret pity for the camp just now. The shabby camp could not stop the attack of the army, otherwise he would personally supervise a part of the Shaanxi soldiers to cover the rear and let the main force retreat to the camp to defend. So he cursed himself for being careless just now, and secretly regretted why he didn't think of reinforcing the camp when the soldiers went out. Now everything is too late, so let's face reality.

"The artillery camp is ready!" Wang Tenglong stood upright on the command platform built of earth and wood with a sullen face. Holding a telescope in his hand, he stared at the opposite side. Are the bandits going to send troops first?

Sure enough, with the whistle and trumpet from the opposite side, the bandits' musketeers began to stride forward.

"Huahuahua..." Accompanied by the rhythmic whistle, thousands of musketeers stepped forward in unison. Lifting their feet and landing, the loud footsteps spread directly throughout the Qing army camp.

Wang Tenglong's hand holding the telescope began to tremble, and he hissed and sucked in air. How could the bandits' team walk so neatly?

Ten small arrays, about a thousand musketeers, marched in unison, and rows of soldiers advanced like a wall.

Wang Tenglong's heart was about to be frozen by the cold, and he fell straight into the abyss. It was over, it was completely over. The military quality shown by the Chen family army was completely overwhelming compared to the Shaanxi Green Camp. As a veteran, this "eye" was not wrong. The Shaanxi soldiers really had no chance.

"Fire..."

The first and second battalions of the muskets marched forward more than a hundred steps without stopping to reorganize the formation. The current musket formation of the Qing soldiers had already been slightly disturbed.

Their cannons finally fired. It gave the Qing soldiers on the front line a confidence, and also helped the battalion officers and team officers on the front line to generally maintain the order of the musket soldiers.

Iron bullets spurted out from the barrels, drawing arcs and rushing towards the Chen family army two hundred steps away.

A not-so-big iron bullet shot into the array of the Chen family army at a perfect angle, cutting off the thigh of the first Chen family army soldier like a sharp blade, and then cutting the calf of the next Chen family army soldier without stopping, and a cloud of dust exploded on the ground and bounced up. The last Chen family army musketeer on the line was smashed to pieces with their muskets, and the broken limbs and musket fragments flew everywhere. Fortunately, the Chen family army musketeer battalion was arranged in three rows, otherwise the lethality of the shells would be greater.

There was another iron bullet, which was also not very big, and it knocked off the right arm and half of the shoulder of a Chen family army musketeer. The shoulder of the Chen family army soldier who had not died on the spot revealed a pale shoulder bone and some torn muscles, and blood gushed out from the huge wound like a fountain. And the iron bullet bounced a few times on the ground a few steps away, and continuously "pointed" potholes on the ground before finally stopping.

The speed of the iron bullet did not seem to be very fast. The seriously injured soldier had clearly seen the flying shell, but before he could do anything, the shell had already torn his body apart. Fortunately, he was the one at the edge of the queue!