Dominate the Country

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"Woo..."

There was the whistling of artillery shells overhead, but Chen Wei continued to shout to his spearmen to get ready as if he didn't hear it. The charging Qing cavalry was not defeated by the continuous platoon attacks of the musketry battalion outside.

After three rounds of neat volleys, the musketry battalion on the outside quickly transformed into a small square formation horizontally. There was no time to arrange a hollow formation, and it was just an ordinary square formation. The musketeers on the outside had their bayonets straightened, and the musketeers inside fought hard to move out. Throw a grenade.

The head of Chen Wei's battalion was next to the musketeer battalion, and their battalion was ranked second on the left.

As the deputy of the battalion, Chen Wei holds a spear and leads the spearmen of the two teams to prepare for the charge. Chen Wei has no control over how the swordsmen, bombardiers, etc. behind them are arranged or how they fight. He only needs to watch the two teams. A regiment of pikemen.

A shrill whistle sounded, and the horses of the Eight Banners Cavalry galloped through the gaps in the five sturdy small square formations of the Musket Battalion. No matter how well-trained the horses are, they will be timid when faced with a bayonet phalanx. They will naturally run through the gaps in the small phalanx. On a real battlefield, there would be no blindfolding of a war horse like the one in "The War Horse". Therefore, in the modern history of the West, cavalry troops suddenly stopped in front of the bayonets of the infantry phalanx, or hesitated in front of the formation.

"Tiger, tiger, tiger——"

Chen Wei raised his head and shouted. The spearmen of the two teams had been divided into six queues. Two hundred soldiers shouted slogans and pointed their sharp spears to directly block the charging Eight Banners cavalry. Facing the sudden attack of the cavalry, the musketry battalion could only defend if three volleys of fire could not stop the enemy. Whether it was a small square formation or a hollow square formation, it would not be conducive to the use of firepower. So now they have high defense and low attack. The important task of stopping the attack and killing by the Qing army's cavalry fell on the Jia barracks.

The two armies meet! The Eight Banners cavalry came with the momentum of thunder and slammed into the pikemen's phalanx with great force! But the row of spears leaning on the ground was like an insurmountable gap! The Eight Banners horse-armored soldiers who took over the formation first were all thrown off their backs. The war horse hit the tip of the spear, rose up in pain, and overturned the cavalry on its back! The accomplices behind them bumped into each other one after another, and the huge impact caused two of the six small infantry phalanxes to immediately collapse! But at the same time, the impact of the Eight Flags Cavalry was also blocked!

That's it now! The officer of the Jia army battalion behind Chen Wei opened his eyes wide. He waved a ghost-headed sword and led the charge, shouting: "Brothers! It's time to kill the Tatars!"

The Eight Banners cavalry formed a group at the remaining pikemen phalanx, and they lost their greatest weapon - speed.

The cavalry soldiers who had lost their speed faced the swarming armored soldiers, and there were continuous shooting from the musketry battalion behind them. Chunshan's attack not only failed, but also brought the entire Eight Banners cavalry into danger.

Chen Wei pierced the ribs of an Eight Banners vest soldier on the slope with a spear, and fell off the horse while carrying the body! The Eight Banners horse soldiers in front of him saw it and stabbed him with their spears! Chen Wei lowered his head, dropped his spear and squatted on the ground, drew out his waist knife and swiped it with a slash! One hoof of the war horse was cut off and it fell on its side. The flag soldier on the horse fell in front of Chen Wei! Just as he was about to chop off the head with a knife, another Eight Banners cavalry soldier unexpectedly rushed in front of him and slashed him with a knife. Chen Wei, who could not dodge, only had time to avoid his head, and was hit hard on the shoulder by the knife, causing blood to flow. But at this time, the subordinates around him were quick and stabbed the flag soldier in the chest with a gun, saving Chen Wei's life. When Chen Wei grinned and retreated into the formation, looking through the gap to see the fallen flag soldier, he saw that the flag soldier was already lying motionless on the ground. Someone had shot him through the cheek, and his brain was white. flowed out.

The charge of the Qing army's cavalry was blocked. There was a musketeer battalion behind them, and there were two to three hundred armored soldiers rushing up in front. Chunshan's mouth was full of yellow teeth, "Go, retreat, retreat..." but he still shouted. The cavalry quickly retreated.

But it is easy to rush in, but it is a bit difficult to exit. The five small square formations of the Musket Battalion have now turned into five standard hollow square formations. After the seven or eight hundred Eight Banners cavalry escaped from the battlefield, a rough inventory was done. , only five hundred are left. Chunshan himself was very lucky to be unscathed.

In the Qing army's rear formation, Hai Lancha closed his eyes in disappointment, but in an instant he regained his murderous aura. He asked people to send a message to Xu Yongan. Xu Yongan was the commander-in-chief of Daming Town, Zhili Province, who came from the south for reinforcements. His soldiers were ranked behind the death camp and Shandong training camp by Hailancha. He also served for the death camp and training camp. Be brave and brave. "This battle is related to the destiny of the country. The forward troops and horses are very important. General Xu has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. I hope he will live up to the divine grace!"

Their former army is just cannon fodder, but at this time when the Qing army is already at a disadvantage, even cannon fodder will die more valuable.

The left wing of the Fuhan Army's front army, which defeated the Qing Army's cavalry raid, quickly returned to its original position. The battle was won, which made the Fuhan Army's morale even higher and its singing louder.

Fuchun, the commander-in-chief of the Qing artillery battalion, looked at Fernandez with warm eyes and said with expectation: "Fair, the rebels are getting closer and closer. If our artillery battalion uses explosive ammunition, can it severely damage its formation?" Fernandez's The name was too long for Chinese people, so Fuchun just called him Feier.

Fernandez looked solemn. He put down the telescope and said to Fuchun solemnly: "Sir. The terrain in front of us is very flat, which can ensure the accuracy of the artillery fire. But their horizontal columns are very loose... However, the infantry array is forward, marching slowly, and the target is huge. Many shells can still hit them and cause certain damage to their columns. Flesh and blood cannot withstand the bombardment of artillery. I think that after the continuous bombardment, their morale will be very low..."

Fernandez suggested that Fuchun divide the cannons into three waves and fire them in turns, while the scarce and precious shrapnel shells should focus on the musketeers of the Fu Han Army.

The Qing Dynasty also produced shrapnel shells, but like the previous Fu Han Army, the production process was clear, but the product quality could not be guaranteed, so the batch delivered by the Portuguese when selling cannons was still trustworthy.

The bombardment of these shrapnel shells was controlled by Fernandez himself, using twelve twelve-pound bronze cannons.

"Fire!"

Fernandez personally confirmed the distance and firing angle. When the front troops of the Fu Han Army entered the front three miles of the Qing army, he shouted frantically.

The thunderous sound of the cannons was loud, and the whistling sound was heard. A large amount of white smoke rose from the Qing army's position. Twelve twelve-pound bronze cannons spewed fierce flames forward one after another.

The front troops of the Fu Han Army were still marching forward.

Chen Wei, with gauze wrapped around his shoulders and a knife in his hand, still stood at the forefront of the entire camp. He just jumped over a gully several feet wide, which should be a drinking canal in the fields. Now it has dried up and exposed cracked loess.

After crossing the gully, he shouted to the spearmen to keep the ranks in order. The collision with the Eight Banners Cavalry reduced the number of spearmen in the two teams by one-third. Many wounded soldiers were still breathing when they marched forward, but when this battle was over, there might be only cold corpses left.

The impact of horses is very strong. Some people were not injured on the surface, but they lay on the ground and could not move. This is a direct manifestation of internal organ damage. Just now, during the march, two soldiers who looked intact fell to the ground while walking, bleeding from their mouths and noses...

The armored camp marched in a sparse formation like the musketeers, with a distance of 25 feet between each team and 5 feet between each soldier.

Looking at it, the formation of the Fu Han army seemed to stretch to the horizon, and the naked eye could not see the end.

A chilling whistle came close, and with a loud bang, a more than ten-pound iron bullet hit the ground dozens of steps away to the right front, raising a large ball of black mud and weeds, and the cannonball jumped towards the Fu Han army formation.

The speed obviously didn't look fast, but in fact, the cannonball arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye, and they couldn't hide in time. The cannonball crossed the formation diagonally, killing one and injuring one of the two spearmen.

Chen Wei gritted his teeth, and the team continued to move forward without any fluctuations.

The artillery roared, and more and more shells were fired at the Qing army and the Fu Han army array, but Li Mingxing was still unscathed. Compared with when he left Shandong, he was only slightly thinner, and his eyes were brighter. In fact, the biggest change in Li Mingxing was his heart. When he was in Shandong, he hated the Fu Han army and the Hunyuan Doctrine Army so much, and now he hated the Qing court and the Qing army.

After Liu Yong died, the Shandong Lianyong, who were under pressure from both inside and outside, were divided and devoured. They really became scapegoats on the battlefield and became cannon fodder to consume the guns and artillery of the Fu Han army. Li Mingxing originally had three or four hundred Lianyong under his command, and he could call out the names of many of them directly. But now there are only about a hundred of the three or four hundred hometown soldiers, and they are forced to charge into the formation by inhumane officers and soldiers. He wanted to learn from Feng Zhenggang, but he didn't dare...

A shell from the Fu Han Army hit him a few steps in front of him. The ground seemed to tremble a few times, and the flying dirt and grass splashed on Li Mingxing's armor, leaving a deep hole. Li Mingxing's heart was beating violently, and he was almost stunned when the shell landed in front of him. Fortunately, the shell did not fly up... No, it was a fragmentation shell. The cast iron shell outside the shell was flattened directly. No wonder it plunged into the ground and did not fly up.

When passing by, Li Mingxing deliberately looked at the hole a few times and was secretly shocked. If this shell exploded, he was so close to it, and he would definitely die.

He calmed down. The Fu Han Army's artillery put a lot of pressure on them, but he now had only one belief-to take his fellow villagers back to Shandong. Then he would never work for the Tartars again. These dogs of Tartars don't even treat them as human beings.

As they marched along, many of the shells fired from both sides missed their targets, but some shells caused casualties to the armies on both sides.

Whether it was a solid shell or a shrapnel shell, flesh and blood could not stop the ravages of the shells. Any solid shell could kill the crowd like a dead tree or rotten wood, and effortlessly wade through a bloody alley; any shrapnel fired from a shrapnel shell could easily pierce cotton armor, iron armor, or even steel armor...