A familiar howling sound came to Shi Guangrong's ears. He jumped forward and fell to the ground without thinking, then connected several rolls, hid in a triangle crack formed by two rocks on the river beach, curled up his body into a ball, and had no time to finish these movements, and there was a violent explosion and countless screams in his ears.

He turned around, his eyes shattered, and a large blank space appeared behind him. The ground was covered with his comrades, some of whom were motionless, and some were still rolling in pain on the ground. There were broken arms and broken limbs everywhere.

Looking up, the pilot lineup composed of shield soldiers had been broken into pieces, and Qi's crossbows had already begun to roar, and Ming soldiers who had lost the protection of shield soldiers fell to the ground in rows.

The whistling sounded again, and the sky was covered with artillery shells, and there were many gunpowder packs thrown by trenchers in the middle. The flames of the burning fuses were particularly dazzling.

The biggest killing of the Ming army was this kind of gunpowder pack that looked very primitive. On the contrary, the Qi people's artillery has not solved the manufacturing process of flowering bullets until now, and the threat is much smaller.

The sound of a speed cannon sounded again on the river surface. Shi Guangrong jumped up from the crack of the stone and rushed forward with his waist. On the river surface, the speed cannon of the cannon of the cannon covered the firepower point that had just been exposed by the people.

Whether it was the Qi people's artillery or the catapults, they instantly turned into waste under the Ming army's artillery fire.

"Kill!" Shi Guangrong raised his gun and killed a Qi army crossbowman who survived the artillery fire and was turning around and running backwards, and rushed forward with a loud shout.

Behind him, on the floating bridge made of cement ships, the brigade of Ming troops was rushing across the river, and above the river, wooden boats, countless like kayaks, also carrying a full Ming army, rushing towards the north shore.

Suqian saw that the three thousand navy and marines that had crossed the river had steadily occupied the beachhead and began to expand outward. On the floating bridge, a cannon was dragging by mules and horses toward the opposite bank, so he stood up and said to Lu Dayuan: "I will lead my troops to cross the bridge first, and let General Lu hold on to you."

Lu Dayuan nodded: "Don't worry. It's not easy to fight in the north city. Xu Junsheng led the elite of Qi and the shadow of the famous tree. This battle is probably very hard."

"It will be very hard to fight the trapped beasts, of course, but when will our Ming army be afraid of suffering?" Suqian smiled and said, "It's your side, you must have a pair of eyes on the back of your head. Zhu Ruofan has to stare at some. Although this person retreated to Guanzi City, he might want to stab us."

"If he dares to come, that's fine." Lu Dayuan smiled.

Suqian laughed, picked up his knife, and strode towards the floating bridge.

The artillery issued in the Suqian army is still the oldest, and each one weighs thousands of kilograms. It is the floating bridge made of this cement barge that can bear their weight. If it is a floating bridge made of other materials, there is no way to transport such heavy artillery across the river. But even so, each artillery has been opened enough to avoid accidentally sinking into the river.

Of course, it is difficult to fight in the North City. Xu Junsheng gave up the South City and managed the North City because of the terrain of the North City. There are three streets in the North City, each street is built against the mountain, and each street is duli. What connects them is just a stone step. And the streets are natural lines of defense.

Xu Junsheng built his defense body based on these three streets. If he wanted to knock it down, there was basically no other way except for the hard attack step by step. Even air strikes were not effective. If he flew low, the powerful crossbow of Qi could threaten them. If he flew high, he would drop bombs, and if he dropped a bomb, his accurate head would be very worrying. Especially when the two sides were fighting, the bombs might be dropped onto his own heads.

Shi Guangrong could already see the first main street, but wherever he wanted to go, he had to first capture the few short walls that were falling in disarray in front of him.

【m.】

Due to the terrain, the Qi army only needed to build a low wall. For the Ming army with its head raised below, it was almost the same as the tall city wall. However, after the Qi army, it could easily use crossbows to kill the Ming army with a bow and crossbow.

Xu Junsheng once served as deputy general under Xian Bisong. He has a lot of experience in defending, just like Xian Bisong. These short walls seem to be out of order, but they respond to each other and support each other. This steep terrain is extremely unfavorable to the offensive party.

After lying in a crater, Shi Guangrong had just poked his head out when he saw a feather arrow flying towards him. He shrank his neck suddenly. The feather arrow wiped his head with a whistling sound, frightening him into a cold sweat. Obviously, Qi Jun was condescending and saw their position clearly.

The feather arrow flew over his head, and the sound of a heavy fall from behind him came from behind. Obviously, another comrade in the army was caught.

A black shadow fell heavily into the crater. Shi Guangrong turned his head and looked over. A bloody face appeared in front of him. He sighed. It seemed that this comrade was not good at all. He reached out to apply the wide open eyes on the other party, but the other party suddenly shrank his head, which scared Shi Guangrong.

"Already alive?"

"It's okay." The man's blood on his face turned into a big blurred face. "A brother next to him was hit by a feather arrow, and blood was sprayed onto my face."

"It's a bitch, but the arrow is accurate." Shi Guangrong couldn't help but curse.

"The guns on our gunship can't be shot here, and the guns behind are so heavy, so it will take time to transport them."

Shi Guangrong shook his head: "With such steep terrain, it is not easy to use the cannons when they come up. I am afraid that the cannons will fall down by one shot, and I don't know where the cannon will go. Only the mortars will work."

The man looked back and said, "They haven't come up yet, but the enemy's defense is so tight that it's not easy to break through!"

Shi Guangrong gritted his teeth, "Will we not fight without a mortar? How strong are your arms? Can you throw the grenade from this position?"

"almost."

"Then I'll cover you, a grenade is enough to kill the enemy behind the short wall in front of us." Shi Guangrong evilly filled the Ming Dynasty's Type 1 with bullets.

The man nodded, took out a grenade from his waist, pulled the security open, held it tightly in his hand, knelt on one knee, and led his arm backwards.

Shi Guangrong took a deep breath. When he stood up, his life was not his own, and it was all thanks to God's favor.

After gasping for a few breaths, Shi Guangrong stood up suddenly, and the butt was pressed into his shoulder. Almost as he stood up, a Qi soldier was pulling out his longbow behind the low wall opposite. With a crisp bang, the gun in Shi Guangrong's hand rang first.

The Qi army opposite was obviously a small officer. When he saw Shi Guangrong and heard the gunshot, he was obviously startled. His hands trembled slightly. The arrow flew over and his head was a little short of his head. He flew over to Shi Guangrong's ears.

The feather arrow came to his face, and Shi Guangrong didn't even blink his eyes. The first shot was a little far away from the small officer of Qi. His muzzle was slightly tilted and he pulled the plate again. As the enemy's feather arrow was almost flying over his ear, his gun rang again.

With a bang, a blood flower burst out from the chest of the official Qi **, and he fell to the sky.

Almost when the Qi ** official fell, several more Qi soldiers stood up. Shi Guangrong did not stop and kept hooking the trigger. When he fired the third shot, his companions stood up suddenly, roared and threw the grenade in his hand out.

While the grenade was flying in the air, Shi Guangrong fired all the bullets in the gun. He immediately squatted down and saw the guy beside him standing stupidly. Without thinking, he smashed the crook of his legs and the man fell to the ground. At the same time, several feather arrows flew over his head.

As he fell down, the sound of a thunderous explosion sounded.

Hearing the explosion, Shi Guangrong jumped up again. At some point, the grenade that he took out of his arms was thrown in two or three times. After hearing one explosion after another, he grabbed the Ming Dynasty Style 1, pulled out the bayonet on the gun with a choke, and shouted at his ignorant companion, "Rare, you're so stupid!"

The man looked at Shi Guangrong with gratitude. If Shi Guangrong hadn't just made him fuck him on the ground with his gun, he might have had a few more blood holes on his body at this time.

"It must be a new recruit who has just joined the army." Shi Guangrong looked at his companion around him at the moment of charging, and felt a little bit of apology. Unfortunately, his companion was unknown at this time, so he could only rely on Caigua for life.

After the two rushed to the low wall, they saw the Qi soldiers lying on the ground. Several of them were still squirming on the ground. Shi Guangrong didn't blink, and picked up the bayonet and stabbed them to death cleanly. The muscles on the companion's face trembled.

“How many years have you been in the army?”

"Two years."

"Have you never fought a war? Have you ever killed anyone?"

“I used to be on the boat.”

“No wonder.”

Relying against the low wall, Shi Guangrong gasped.

Shi Guangrong was not the only one who was experienced. At this time, on the wide attack surface, most of the navy and marine soldiers responsible for opening the gap adopted a combat method similar to Shi Guangrong, but many of them were not as lucky as Shi Guangrong. There were many gunmen responsible for covering, injured, or hedgehogs on the spot.

The navy and marines, who suffered heavy casualties, had their eyes red. Since their formation, they had not experienced such heavy casualties. After attacking the positions in front of them, no prisoners were left at all.
Chapter completed!