Chapter 287: Shot Dead by Volley Gunfire (Part 2) [Sixth Update]

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The blood and broken meat like rain and fog rose in front of his eyes from time to time, and Li Mingxing burst into tears. He felt that he had shed more tears in the past few days since the war began than in the past thirty years. "Dog Tartars, dog officials, **** Qing Dynasty..."

The muscles on his face twisted, and Li Mingxing cursed in his heart, cursing, he could only cry silently and watch a fellow villager whose thigh was cut off by a shell rolling miserably on the ground and screaming.

His thigh was cut off at the root, revealing the pale femur inside, and blood like a fountain gushed out from the wound and broken leg. The man was definitely not going to survive. And with this man, there were also many soldiers in the training, with broken limbs and flesh flying. They were swept by a solid shell like this man. But Shandong Lianyong was the lowest level of the entire army heading south, and their wounded were not even qualified to be admitted. Li Mingxing had to move forward, because the musketeers of Daming Town behind him had already pressed on, and the wounded Lianyong soldiers were left in place, continuing to scream miserably, waiting to die.

Li Mingxing bit his lower lip, and the grief in his heart was like the roaring Yellow River, hitting his heart. If God gave him a knife that could be inserted into the chest of anyone he wanted to stab, he would not kill Chen Hui, but would stab Feng Sheng'e, the dog thief, in the heart.

If he could have a second knife, he would stab it into Hailancha's chest. Fu Han Army? What is that? Is it the great enemy of Shandong Lianyong? You must be kidding. The great enemy of Shandong Lianyong is Feng Sheng'e, Hailancha, and all the banner dogs and Tartars in the world.

Li Mingxing could still remember the appearance of that fellow villager who had just been added to the team. He was full of hope for the future, and vowed to make military achievements, make his family proud, strive for fame and officialdom, stand out, and let the whole family live a good life. But now he died so worthlessly on the battlefield...

For the first time, the idea of ​​"rebellion" came to his mind.

He couldn't help but want to look back, but he shouted loudly: "Don't stop, keep moving forward!"

Fuchun was eager to watch the results of the battle after the shrapnel shells were fired.

But he saw that a large part of the shells were empty, either ahead of the Fu Han army or behind.

After all, at a distance of three miles, the gunners only saw tiny human figures, and it was really difficult to hit them. And the Fu Han army's array was wide, but also very narrow.

The Fu Han army marched in a sparse array, which also reduced the hit rate of the Qing army's artillery. Their array was only three or five layers in front and behind, which was really sparse.

However, Fuchun still saw what he wanted to see. A shrapnel shell landed right in the middle of the Fu Han Army's musketeer formation. The smoke and flames that exploded enveloped the front and back formations, and then all the musketeers in that area fell down.

He also saw a solid iron ball leap up and happened to hit a line of Fu Han Army infantrymen at an angle. The blood mist was filled with broken limbs and flesh, as well as fragments of armor. This iron bullet swept across the Fu Han Army formation at an angle, killing and wounding at least six or seven armored soldiers.

Another shell spun rapidly and stabbed a wave of Fu Han Army armored soldiers from the side, directly breaking the camp flag that was in the front row..., although the camp flag was soon erected again.

"Okay, fight like this, good job!"

Fuchun cheered loudly, and his officers laughed. It seemed that they didn't see the Qing Army formation being hit more miserably by the fierce firepower of the Fu Han Army artillery group.

Fernandez put down the telescope thoughtfully and said to Fuchun: "Sir, you should order all the solid bullet artillery to bombard from the side as much as possible!" This will cause greater casualties to the Fu Han Army.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

...

Amid the roar of the Qing army artillery, the Qing camp artillery fired rounds of rounds. Countless shrapnel shells from both armies exploded on the battlefield, and the entire battlefield was soon shrouded in thick smoke.

The huge recoil made the heavy artillery carriage whirring back, and no one dared to stop it. Only when the cannon stopped by itself and the recoil was removed, the artillerymen desperately pushed the cannon back to its original position, used the degree plate measuring tool to calculate the distance again, and the gunners desperately cleared the chamber and filled the ammunition as quickly as possible.

Huang Jie led the second-line troops to advance quickly, and at the same time, the casualties on the front line were constantly flowing into his hands. For example, Huang Tianbao, deputy battalion commander of the Third Musket Battalion, was hit in the chest by a solid bullet, and his entire body was shattered into N pieces, which could not be put together; Chen Yongshou, the battalion commander of the Ninth Infantry Battalion, and Chen Yongshou's younger brother, was seriously injured by a shrapnel bomb, and it was hard to say whether he could be saved; and Chen Wenhua, the captain of the First Team of the First Infantry Battalion, and Chen Wenzan's cousin, had his head blown to pieces, and his life or death was unknown...

These were all old men of the Fu Han Army, and they were the descendants of the three surnames Chen, Huang, and Gao. They didn't expect to die here.

"Keep in line!"

This was the only sentence that was repeatedly emphasized in the entire Fu Han Army formation. In addition, there was an order to speed up, and the faster the distance with the Qing soldiers was shortened, the better, so as to avoid being bombed again.

"March quickly!"

In the Qing Army, such shouts were also heard in the queue. Compared with the enemy in front of them, the chaos of the Qing Army formation was obvious. In order to allow the formation to confront the Fu Han Army before greater chaos or collapse, speeding up the march was their only way. However, as the speed increased, the Qing army's formation could no longer maintain a strict formation.

In the open field, the formations of both sides were exposed to the enemy's artillery. Shells rained down like raindrops. There were explosions and casualties every moment. The shrill screams and miserable corpses also constantly disintegrated the soldiers' fighting spirit and courage.

Many Qing soldiers could not bear it. Even the Fu Han army hesitated and feared such pressure.

In many previous battles, they had shield carts in front of them. No matter whether the things were as vulnerable as thin paper under the bombardment of artillery, the flying and splashing wood thorn fragments would even cause greater casualties to the people behind the shield carts, but the comfort in their hearts was incomparable.

It was not like now, being bombarded by local artillery. This scene, which has become synonymous with war in the Western world, is very rare in the Eastern world. The cruelty of the battlefield in the era of firearms was like this.

The morale of the Fu Han army soldiers kept falling. They were panic-stricken. They were not used to the big scene of dozens of cannons bombarding, but the strict military discipline of the Fu Han army and the relatively small number of casualties had not broken their tense nerves. The Fu Han army continued to move forward firmly, forward! The pace was even faster.

It was impossible to retreat. Only by moving forward and defeating the enemy could there be a way to survive. They roared in unison, holding the swords, guns and muskets in their hands tighter and tighter.

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Our army will win!"

There were bursts of roars in the front formation of the Fu Han army.

Hailancha's ugly face became even uglier. Under the bombardment of dozens of cannons, the Fu Han army still formed a formation to force forward, while the Qing army formation was already visibly chaotic. It just maintained a big framework.

"These Chen traitors are also flesh and blood, and they are also born and raised by their parents. Why are they not afraid of death?" Hailancha couldn't understand, and his face was ashen. Just like Goshha beside him, the expression on his face has turned into panic. An unbearable chill surged into Hailancha's heart. He murmured, "Why is this happening?" The only response he got was the shells dropped by the Fu Han Army.

"Go to Yunyan River and tell the people on the other side that the pontoon bridge must be built within an hour." Hailancha's expression became calmer after calming down, but he said this to his attendant. The attendant's eyes were about to pop out, and he almost shouted out. He responded in a low voice and rode south out of the army.

Huang Jie had already seen the panic of the Qing army. Yes, the Fu Han army had more artillery than the Qing army. In such a confrontation on the open land, the first thing to be tested is one of the armies on both sides. For example, in front of us, a contest of will and courage.

On the vast battlefield, tens of thousands of brave soldiers, lined up in neat formations, took firm and calm steps, braved the dense artillery fire, and advanced, advanced, and advanced again!

They will not enter the range until they knock down the enemy, or be knocked down by the enemy, and then continue to move forward until one side completely collapses.

New-style wars will appear more and more frequently on the land of China in the future.

If Chen Ming were to say, the current war is the hope of China's rise, and it is a sign that China has personally opened up a magnificent era. Because this is an era of global colonization, in the cruel jungle, anyone who is not adaptable will be ruthlessly eliminated by history! Even if it has countless glorious pasts.

There are still a group of gunners in the Fu Han Army array. They drag light mortar artillery carts and use donkeys and mules to pull ammunition carts that are more troublesome than artillery carts. The latter are blindfolded with cloth and their eardrums are cruelly pierced.

The Fu Han Army has long been using silk medicine bags. Skilled gunners can fire several shots in a row and then clear the chamber once. The speed of the artillery fire is like a storm compared to the Qing Army. Fernandez only thought that the opposite artillery group exceeded 200 guns. He said to Fuchun with a frustrated face: "This is an insurmountable gap."

Such fierce bombardment continued until the infantry forces on both sides met. When the distance was shortened to 200 meters, the cannons on both sides were all turned off. The mortars of the Fu Han Army were being deployed quickly.

"Charge..." The cannon fodder at the forefront of the Qing army "whistled" all the way.

Li Mingxing looked at the Fu Han Army opposite, and the iron armor glittered in the sun, wishing that it would blind his eyes.

"Hurry up, hurry up. Do you see the ditch ahead? If you get there, jump down, lie down, lie down..." Li Mingxing repeatedly shouted "lie down". He no longer had any loyalty to the Qing Dynasty in his heart. If he didn't cherish his life, he would even want to learn from Feng Zhenggang and chop off the arm of the battalion officer (the Death Battalion) who should have died eight generations ago.

Feng Zhenggang aimed at the head of the dog Tartar, but the dog Tartar was alive. Seeing the knife light spread out half of the body, Feng Zhenggang's knife only cut off one arm, and I don't know if that dog thing is still alive. Then the Qing army slaughtered Feng Zhenggang and the group of 100 people behind him. Li Mingxing thought Feng Zhenggang was stupid. If he drew his knife in the Tartar's territory, wouldn't he bite back in the battle? That would cause more casualties to the Tartar, and his brothers would have a chance to survive.

Li Mingxing's hatred for the Qing soldiers behind him was no less than Feng Zhenggang's, but he didn't have Feng Zhenggang's courage. According to Li Mingxing's observation, the best way to avoid artillery fire on the battlefield is not to run around to avoid artillery shells, but to find a pothole to jump into, and then lie there tightly. "In front, right in front, in the ditch, lie in the ditch..." Li Mingxing shouted while running.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of a mortar firing was completely different from that of a cannon. Li Mingxing saw countless small black dots falling towards his formation from the sky, and he immediately knew that it was the small cannon that had defeated the five thousand Qing army musketeers. "Run, run, the ditch is just ahead..."