Tang Zhanxiong suddenly rushed out of the ditch, and five or six Tartar soldiers rushed up. He hurriedly waved his sword to fight. He raised his hand and cut off the piercing gun, and slashed the opponent's head with a knife, which immediately made his brain splash.

But as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands. After chopping down one, another shot came over. Tang Zhanxiong was anxious and raised the guy who had just been killed, used his body as a shield, blocking the shot.

As soon as he threw the body out, Tang Zhanxiong suddenly felt a flash of cold light in front of him.

not good!

He turned his head desperately and avoided the fatal slash, but the slash still hit the left shoulder, and suddenly the leaves of armor flew around and cut out a long wound.

"Minggou, die!" The one who attacked Tang Zhanxiong was a white-armored soldier. This guy was like a big bear, rushing towards Tang Zhanxiong with a grim smile.

When the weapon hit, Tang Zhanxiong held a knife in one hand, how could he withstand this guy's huge force? If he was not careful, Tang Zhanxiong's knife would be broken away!

Just at the critical moment, the white-armored soldier raised his machete and was about to bear fruit. Suddenly, several gunshots were fired, and several fists-sized blood holes were punched in front of his chest, and blood rushed out.

This guy's vitality is indeed tenacious, and he hasn't died immediately. Tang Zhanxiong hurriedly rushed over a carp and slashed the other party's neck with a knife. The white-armored soldier fell to the ground.

Wherever you see, cruel blood was everywhere. The Tartars kept pouring in through the gap, and An**'s soldiers fought desperately and kept shooting them to death. But there were too many Tartars, and some An** who had moved a little slower would be surrounded by them. After the muskets were all gone, they fought alone and hand-to-hand combat. An** really did not have the advantage, the number of casualties continued to rise, and the defense line outside the city was in danger!

boom!

With a loud bang, a lead bullet weighing more than ten pounds crossed the sky and hit the city wall heavily. It immediately exploded and bricks and stones flew around. Gu Zhenhua, who was standing at the top of the city, only felt a shaking under his feet. When Li Xu saw it, he hurriedly said: "Mr., please go down the city quickly. It's enough to have a humble official here to keep an eye on it!"

"Hmph. Even if the Tartars are killed at the city, I will not be afraid of them." Gu Zhenhua sneered: "Kang Dali, go and send an order to your brother, saying that I will let them persevere outside the city for five days and destroy ten thousand enemies. Otherwise, don't retreat to the city!"

"Abide by the order!"

Kang Dali was in a hurry and hurried to convey the order. Gu Zhenhua simply asked someone to move a chair and sat on the top of the city with a golden knife.

At this time, the sound of cannons roared, and the chest wall formation was constantly being bombarded. The soldiers' losses became increasingly greater and more, and several shells were also hit by the city wall. Li Xu was so anxious that sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

"Dude, this is too dangerous. You might as well go down the city as soon as possible. If you dare to use a captive guarantee, the Tartars will not be able to get in!"

Gu Zhenhua smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Li, don't worry, the shell that can kill Gu has not been produced yet! I am concerned about what should we do if the Tartars pressed up and then blasted the city wall with the artillery fire?"

"What should I do? Just work hard! In short, as long as I have a breath, I can't let the Tartars attack in."

"I'm so ambitious, but this is not a real way to deal with it. I'll send my order immediately, clear the distance of 500 meters around the city wall, and build a trench chest wall on the open space. It forms a line of defense in the city. In short, An** must not be beaten to death or dragged down. He will stubbornly nail Jixian and nail it to the land of our ancestors!"

Li Xu's eyes suddenly lit up. Speaking of which Ming army was most concerned about, the city wall. Once the city wall was broken, the entire army would collapse. But if Gu Zhenhua's intention was to organize a defense system in the city, even if the city wall was broken, he could continue to fight. This was the safest arrangement.

"Dude, don't worry, let me make arrangements immediately."

Gu Zhenhua made such arrangements and was prepared to work hard. Looking at the times, we must grasp the general trend.

How many years did the Qing Dynasty save? The soldiers and horses were strong and powerful. Now that it has entered the pass, the general trend of sweeping the world has been established. Once the Central Plains are lost and the Qing army goes south, the traitors from all over the country will be surging and will be out of control.

At that time, the Qing Dynasty alone would be enough to win the whole world. At present, what An** had to do was to become a tenacious nail, nail it tightly to the Central Plains, blocking the Qing Dynasty's going south. This was to move against the tide, sail against the current, and be dangerous step by step.

However, no matter how difficult it is, Gu Zhenhua and An*’s soldiers must shoulder it!

The fate of the billions of people depends on this battle!

Kang Dali was ordered to leave the city gate and happened to meet Kang Lesheng. At this time, Tang Zhanxiong, covered in blood, also ran over. The main people responsible for defense outside the city were these two battalions.

Tang Zhanxiong was cut on the shoulder, and his armor was about half a foot long, and the blood had already condensed.

"Old Tang, is it okay?"

"I can't die!" Tang Zhanxiong said angrily: "These dogs and Tartars are like tides. They can't fight or kill them all. In addition, with artillery help, it's really hard to deal with!"

"It's hard to deal with, but you have to deal with it." Kang Dali said: "The Duke of the State has issued an order to hold on for five days and kill ten thousand enemies, otherwise you will have no shame to enter the city!"

Kang Lesheng frowned and said, "It is indeed the best time to consume the Tartars' troops outside the city. Otherwise, if we force the Tartars to the city, we may face the situation of being surrounded by all sides, which will be even more difficult."

"Second, you usually have the most ideas. Do you have any ideas this time?"

Kang Lesheng said: "I just observed it. The Tartar artillery looks scary, but there are rules to follow."

"Rules? What's the rules?" Tang Zhanxiong asked hurriedly.

Kang Lesheng said: "The Tartar cannons are not dense. They can only fire one round for about twenty or thirty breaths, and the bullet points are also regular, mainly concentrated in several areas. According to my speculation, this may be because the Tartar cannons are too huge, fiddly fired, and the cannons are too heavy and inconvenient to move."

Tang Zhanxiong lowered his head and thought for a while, and couldn't help but say, "That's right. So there are advantages and disadvantages. We only think about the power of the Tartar artillery, but we didn't find their disadvantages!"

Kang Lesheng smiled and said, "As long as we find the rules of the Tartars, we can avoid artillery attacks. There is another point that the Tartars used artillery to bombard the chest wall. They thought this would break our defense. I think it was a delusion and shot themselves in the foot!"

Kang Dali hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. After the chest wall is damaged, we can use the gap to continue to attack and ambush the Qing army rushing in. The entire battlefield is like a huge maze, and we have the advantage of the territory. Can't we beat them?"

Tang Zhanxiong bared his teeth and shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work. I just got together with the Tartar soldiers. They are indeed powerful. They have rich experience in hand-to-hand combat. They are not afraid of death. But in the narrow area, we can't form a formation, and we suffer too much loss!"

"Otherwise!" Kang Lesheng smiled and said, "Lao Tang, the Tartars also have weaknesses. As long as they play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, I believe they will succeed."

Kang Lesheng immediately introduced his thoughts to Tang Zhanxiong. When Tang Zhanxiong heard this, he nodded frequently. Finally, he patted Kang Lesheng on the shoulder and laughed.

"Reading more is a lot of ideas. It seems that my old Tang needs to learn more."

At this time, Kang Lesheng suddenly slapped his forehead and couldn't help but say, "Look at my memory. The prince has also sent a batch of treasures."

"Take it over and take a look."

A soldier had already rushed over in a carriage, loading black iron balls on the carriage. When he saw these things, Kang Lesheng immediately burst into laughter.

"It's done!"

...

Luo Xiaoyu was originally from Shanxi and had been a living for the landlords since he was a child. However, when he was herding sheep, he encountered bandits and snatched all the flocks away.

This is not a trivial matter. If a sheep is lost, the landlord can kill a person alive, let alone a group of sheep is cut into pieces! The thirteen-year-old Luo Xiaoyu dared not go home, so he had to escape. He went south all the way, but was kidnapped by Li Zicheng's men. He stayed in the Dashun Army for more than two years, and later moved to Henan and fell into the hands of Xu Dingguo.

Just after Gu Zhenhua killed Xu Dingguo, he vigorously rectified his subordinates and almost all sent to the mine. Luo Xiaoyu was no exception. According to common sense, he would probably die in the mine, or would never make a breakthrough.

However, once a bandit attacked the mine, Luo Xiaoyu took the lead in resisting and defeated the enemy. With this military achievements, Luo Xiaoyu was admitted to the extreme and became an An** member.

He trained very hard, and after years of training, he was far more calm than his peers. He is now very old and has participated in this battle.

They lowered their heads and walked quickly through the chest wall. As soon as they walked a dozen steps, a large number of Qing soldiers suddenly emerged from a gap in front of them. They screamed and rushed towards them like a group of wild beasts.

Luo Xiaoyu was quick-handed and hurriedly took out a black iron ball, which was the most primitive grenade from his arms. After igniting the fuse, he quickly stuffed the iron ball into the leather case, then swung the belt in his hand. He rotated quickly. When it was almost the fifth lap, Luo Xiaoyu suddenly let go, and the black iron ball hit it along a graceful arc.

It happened to fall among the Qing army rushing up. The explosion time was just right, almost on the head of the Qing army, and it exploded in the air. The shrapnel splashed out like a scattered flower in the sky, and it hit the Tartars hard.

A shrapnel penetrated the helmet directly, smashing the head inside. The Tartar opened its mouth, spewed out blood, and fell to the ground. The other neck was cut, blood burst out from the arteries, and it died quickly on the spot. Two more chests were also injured and blood ran wildly.

After succeeding in the first blow, the other soldiers were particularly excited and hurriedly raised their muskets and shot violently. The Tartars fell down one by one.

However, the remaining Tartars were not willing to continue rushing forward. Both sides had already entered a distance of more than ten steps, and it was too late to throw grenades. The Tartars held up the eighteenth squad weapons with red eyes, trying to kill the soldiers.

But at this time, several spearmen rushed out of the soldiers' team, and spears more than ten feet long were stabbed mercilessly as they rushed over.

The Tartars hurriedly stopped them. At this time, the musketeer had completed the loading and three more bullets came. The two Tartars fell to the ground, and the only one left was stabbed through the chest by a spear. They fell to the ground at that time.

This is the new marshalling designed by Kang Lesheng. In fact, when it comes to queuing and shooting, there is a hidden danger in the era of combroach guns, that is, the musketman must hang a fuse rope to prevent it from being extinguished. With this thing, the musketman's melee ability has greatly decreased and must be supported by neat infantry phalanxes.

However, when he reached the narrow chest wall, without the cover of the square formation, the musketeers could easily fall into the siege and lost their lives in vain. Therefore, Kang Lesheng proposed to mix the musketeers and the spearmen to form combat teams.

Usually, a group of more than a dozen people, including one or two commanders, mainly observe the enemy situation and command the enemy. At the same time, there are four or five musketeers, plus several spearmen and sword and shield soldiers. This not only provides long-range fire strikes, but also close-end defenses, and becomes more and more comfortable in the chest wall formation.

Especially after Gu Zhenhua sent the grenades, each team was equipped with a grenade driver, which greatly improved its attack ability and was simply a life harvester.

When Luo Xiaoyu was grazing sheep, he used stones to drive away the flock of sheep, and he hit each other accurately. This talent also fell on throwing grenades.

He held the belt in one hand, his eyes like a hawk, looking for the target of attack. Suddenly, he lit a grenade at a speed that was almost impossible to see with his naked eyes, and then quickly spun it out. With a bang, the grenade hit a rushing car.

More than a dozen Qing soldiers Ahas pushed the chariot and kept hitting the chest wall. As a result, the chariot was blown up with a wheel, and the splashed wood chips killed two Tartars. Another person was injured and fell to the ground.

The other soldiers in the group rushed up like a shark smelling blood. The gunshots were loud and the spears were swinging, killing all the dozen Ahas.

There are countless groups like Luo Xiaoyu. They are moving constantly in their chest walls and quickly destroying the Qing army. It is precisely because of this movement that they can avoid the Qing army's artillery fire.

The Tartars who bumped into the rashly are no match for them at all, and they are all killed.

Gradually, An** took the initiative of the war in his hands. The elusive hunting team was like countless gods of death.

And the even more deadly thing came. As the forward stabilized, the artillery that had been ready to go was also powerful, and the artillery was shot through the gaps in the chest wall.

A solid iron ball can often create a bloody alley, with broken limbs and broken legs everywhere, like a Shura hell. Even though the Qing army is extremely fierce, they can only do anything in the face of this massacre!
Chapter completed!