For a moment, Hong Jinglai was very scared. Rockets were flying around him, and the sound of the Crouching Tiger Cannon seemed to be exploding in his ears.

"Am I going to die?"

With a panic in his heart, Hong Jing wanted to gain courage from the soldiers around him for no reason, and more and more pushed into the gaps in the ranks of the soldiers. The soldiers on the left and right saw their general standing closely with them, and their morale became even higher.

, although they couldn't look at Hong Jinglai for a long time, most people's thoughts were still conveyed to Hong Jinglai in an instant.

Looking at the smoke-filled battlefield, both sides had nearly 20,000 troops, fiercely biting each other with their fangs. However, they were evenly matched for the time being, so both sides had not yet found a flaw.

Before the rebel army could stop, the artillery fire from the army training camp on the opposite side gradually stopped, and violent whistles began to sound loudly. The officers shouted in unison, and the thousands of gunners who had been following the phalanx marched out of line and walked to the front of the line.

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The training camp held a drill every five days, and the soldiers cooperated very skillfully. The artillery team and the divine machine arrow car retreated in turn, passing the baton of the war to the famous North Korean gunners.

"Stand up!" shouted an armored officer on horseback.

The shotgunners lined up in three rows in front of the formation, stood still, and followed the orders of the officers and the rhythmic sound of whistles. They raised their shotguns one after another and made shooting postures. However, the smoke in front of the formation has not cleared up yet.

I heard the rumble of uniform footsteps of the insurgents approaching, but I couldn't see anyone at all.

"ignition!"

"Let one team go!"

"put!"

"put!"

The three rows of bird gunners who circulated back and forth finished firing. They didn't know the result of the battle. They just stopped to reload ammunition and prepared for the second round of shooting.

Hong Jinglai, who was riding a horse, felt projectiles whizzing past him from his left and right, but unfortunately, the distance between the two sides was about seventy meters. Even a three-shot shotgun with full power was quite impressive at this distance.

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But after all, it was a volley of shotgun fire, and finally there were fallen soldiers in the queue in front of them. Although there were very few, the bloody smell of the battlefield really hit everyone's heart.

"Hold on! Brothers, hold on!" Hong Jinglai shouted, swinging his sword.

Obviously, at a distance of seventy meters, although the results can be achieved and the enemy is killed, the results are very weak. It is not cost-effective to shoot at this distance, and it can even be regarded as a waste.

Li Zaichao and Han Wushi on the left and right wings also did not order the soldiers to stop shooting. The three of them had the same mind. Even though they could not see each other clearly, they made the same choice.

What Hong Jinglai has better than the army training camp is morale!

Fearless courage to fight for freedom!

Although the army established by liberating slaves and poor tenant farmers was poorly trained and equipped with no armor other than flintlock guns, which were not decisively different from matchlocks, this did not hinder their firm pursuit of freedom.

determination.

Getting closer, step by step, Hong Jinglai was getting closer and closer to the large cloud of gunpowder smoke. Although he could not see clearly the faces of the soldiers in the training camp opposite, Hong Jinglai knew that they were there, waiting for him.

Unexpectedly, the line that stretched for more than a mile stopped!

Hong Jinglai held his breath and stared ahead. The soldiers who walked a full mile away carrying flintlock rifles took off their muskets and formed a small group without stopping, waiting for the final order to fire.

At this time, the training camp's second round of firepower preparations had not been completed, and most people were still loading. This was an opportunity for the rebels, and they should not miss it.

"Fire!" Hong Jinglai waved his sword and the sound was like thunder.

The explosion of hundreds of flintlock guns swept across the battlefield in an instant, and a large number of projectiles poured towards the officers and soldiers in the training camp within a short distance of thirty meters. In a short period of time, the training soldiers who were still in a hurry to reload were

Suffered horrific casualties of nearly a hundred people.

At this time, a strong north wind blew, and gunpowder smoke filled the air. The soldiers in the training camp only knew that after the fierce shooting, they were surrounded by brothers and sisters throwing down and wailing. The fear of ignorance came and was irresistible.

With a salary of one stone and five buckets of rice a month, we are already working hard!

"Charge!" Li Zaichao from the left wing took the lead in charging towards the training camp.

More than 300 of his soldiers are veterans who have followed him for several years or even more than ten years, and they are the most brave and brave. Now that a round of firepower has been poured out, they can no longer hold back the weapons in their hands. Under Li Zaichao's high position,

He shouted and rushed towards the training camp.

One team of men and horses moved forward, and the other teams volunteered to take the lead. They picked up their weapons and attacked the enemy in front of them. Amidst the shouts, the training camp bird gunners, who had suffered a tenth of the horrific losses, collapsed without any accident. But the sword players

As the spearmen were slightly behind and did not face the close range volleys, they still maintained their square formation at this time.

Jin Zhichun, who was behind the formation, saw the bird gunners retreating, and he knew it was not good. At the same time, he ordered several of his horsemen to gather the defeated bird gunners, and at the same time ordered the drummers of the Chinese army to beat the drums to help the battle.

"Yongxing! Hurry up and take the vanguard of this handsome flag and stabilize the front line!" Looking at Quan Yongxing who also looked anxious, Jin Zhichun knew that this young man could be entrusted to him.

"It's your order!" Quan Yongxing didn't know that he rushed forward at this time. The only disadvantage was that he would be shot, but he still rushed forward without hesitation with the flag officers.

Jin Zhichun himself had no martial arts skills, but the Ma Bian family around him were all skilled martial arts experts. With these people guarding him, as long as he was not hit by a cannon, nothing serious would happen. Therefore, Jin Zhichun also had the courage to imitate Hong Jing to "lead by example"

", riding the horse towards the front line, but going very slowly.

First, the gunners were defeated, and then the rebel army surged forward. The training soldiers were beaten to the point of failure. In the blink of an eye, they were attacked by the rebel army. If it hadn't been for the Chinese army's big drum sound and the commander's flag starting

If we move forward, the soldiers may collapse.

"Hold on! Brothers, hold on!" Quan Yongxing stood under the handsome flag and shouted loudly.

However, the situation inevitably took a turn for the worst. It was obviously a training camp for the country's elite, it had plenty of food and pay, and it was fully equipped with clothes and armor, so why did it look like it was going to fail?

Quan Yongxing doesn’t understand, and neither does Kim Ji-soon!

But as long as they are not defeated, they must hold on. Once defeated, death in battle is death, and returning to Hanyang is death. There will be no difference in the outcome.

At that time, the official army collapsed, all the troops and horses were shaken, and even the drums of the Chinese army were not as powerful as before. Seeing this situation, Jin Zhichun was helpless and was in mourning.

From the western part of the battlefield, that is, Jin Zhichun's left wing, there was the sound of gold and iron clashing, and smoke and dust billowing, almost covering up the smoke of gunfire on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!