An arch bridge that was three feet tall, spanning the turbulent water flow. The bluestone on the bridge deck was washed over time and was bumpy. The stone lions carved on the railings were also pitch black. Qi Hanyuan held a grass stick in his hand and looked at the east direction of the bridge, a little anxious and impatient.
In the distance, the sound of cannons rumbled, and the earth shook, and the shock waves reached their feet, and their hearts were surging! The blood was boiling.
"Boss, when we were in the battle of northern Henan, we were the top main force. Facing the Tartar artillery, we dared to hedge against them. Why did we put us behind this time? Isn't this a hero's useless place?"
Another drummer also said: "Yes, I listened to the sound of cannons over there. At least four rounds, how many Tartars could escape? Maybe they were killed at this time. I think we can only drink the northwest wind and watch the fun!"
Qi Hanyuan spit out the grass stick in his mouth and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense. The Duke of the State sent us to guard the bridge and work hard, and they complained all over the place, or were they a soldier?"
"Boss, we are not complaining. Can you ask for a fight with your superiors? Let's move us up too, and stop poking here!"
Qi Hanyuan frowned. To be honest, he had this idea. At this moment, a strong vibration suddenly came from the ground.
The drummer shook his head again: "Oh, we feel uncomfortable just listening to them killing people!"
"wrong!"
After hearing two sounds, Qi Hanyuan suddenly jumped up from the ground and pressed his ears on the bridge. Flashes of fluctuations came from afar, and surprise gradually appeared on his face.
"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Get ready quickly, the Tartars are coming!"
A squirrel soldier heard the news. They all came to their senses and quickly retreated into the position beside the bridge.
The position is actually two rows of side vans, forming a figure-eight shape, with the opening facing the stone bridge, which facilitates the formation of cross-fire. High sandbags are also stacked in front of the car to protect the shooting soldiers behind.
An Guojun was quite attentive to civil fortifications. Such fortifications are not much trouble, and the defense effect is better than armor.
As soon as the soldiers stood behind the shooting hole, they heard a burst of rapid horse hooves. A large number of cavalry rushed out on the horizon in the distance, which was almost endless. They covered the sky and the sun, like a large group of crows!
When the soldiers guarding the bridge saw it, their hearts instantly contracted. They had never encountered so many opponents, and the Tartars were probably more than a thousand.
Qi Hanyuan's palm was sweating, but more excited.
"Brothers, when it comes to showing off their true abilities, no one is allowed to be timid!"
The Tartar cavalry were getting closer and closer. The soldiers' breathing became heavier and heavier. Finally, when the Tartars' vanguard stepped onto the stone bridge, Qi Hanyuan's musket spit out the flames, and a lead bullet was ready to hit the Tartar's chest.
The bullet penetrated the two layers of the Tartars' armor and splashed out in the back of the heart. The wound created was as big as a rice bowl, and the flesh and blood splashed out. The Tartar's mouth twitched twice and then fell off the war horse.
The power of the Minni rifle is beyond Qi Hanyuan's imagination, but the only drawback is that this kind of rifle is too troublesome to manufacture, and can only be equipped with a small amount of equipment to serve as a sniper.
In fact, the main Anguo Army soldiers were equipped with coercive guns. Only the Guards and the elite first-line troops were equipped with self-generated muskets. As for the large-scale equipment of Minnie guns, the time required would be even more amazing.
However, with the current firepower, it is enough to compete with the Tartars.
The surging cavalry rushed up to the stone bridge, and they were greeted by volleys, shooting hot bullets from behind the side vans. The crossing rain of bullets turned into the sickle of the god of death.
The Tartar cavalry were shot one after another, fell to the stone bridge, and washed away by the turbulent current.
The narrow stone bridge seriously restricted the performance of the cavalry, but the Anguo Army was particularly relaxed. As long as they waited for the Tartars to come to their door, they just opened fire.
The Tartars were bleeding from the beginning, and the commander Melezhang Jinglangtai frowned into a knot. The Tartars were not fools, they would not attack a stone bridge for no reason.
The location here is really important. It happens to be a connection point between the central army of Anguo Army and the right wing. As long as this stone bridge is taken down, it can penetrate directly to the rear of Anguo Army and even destroy the deadly cannons.
The Tartars' abacus was jingling, but unexpectedly they kicked the iron plate. Lang Tai suddenly blew his beard and stared at him.
"The warriors of the Qing Dynasty, facing the mere Minggou, you can't rush over. This is the greatest shame!"
Crazy shouting, he quickly found more than a hundred strong soldiers, and asked them to abandon their war horses, each holding large shields, and rushed forward.
These shields are one meter long, more than half a meter wide, and two or three minutes thick. The heaviest one can reach forty kilograms. It is difficult for ordinary people to raise one arm, but these guys actually held up their shields to charge, which shows how strong they are.
Such a huge shield is obviously beneficial, and ordinary muskets cannot hurt them at all. And together, they are iron walls and indestructible. These fierce Tartars held their shields, like a group of human tanks, rushed towards the stone bridge frantically.
Slap sex!
The lead ball hit the shield, and Mars flew around, leaving at most a dent on the shield. When the Tatars saw that An Guojun could not hurt them, they immediately became particularly excited, screamed, and rushed forward.
Qi Hanyuan's eyes turned red as soon as he saw it. He grabbed a grenade and ignited it quickly. When the fuse was halfway through, he suddenly threw the grenade out.
Of course, it was quite dangerous for him to do this. After all, the firearms are not accurate enough, and they might hurt themselves, but he didn't care. The grenade drew a grey arc, and it was more than one meter above the Tartars' head and exploded quickly.
There was a shield on the front of the Tartars, but there was no one on his head. A splattered shrapnel inserted into the Tartars' head and cut his throat. A tall and strong Tartar snatched forward a few steps and slammed on the stone bridge with a palm-sized shrapnel inserted behind his neck, and blood kept pouring out!
When the other soldiers saw that such an attack was effective, they followed suit. For a moment, the Tartars' head seemed to have thunder blew up, and grenades exploded one after another, and the Tartars were constantly killed, and the dense shield array suddenly became loose.
"There are even more fun, Tartars, try it out!"
As he said that, Qi Hanyuan and the others carried out a swarm of bees. The shepherd boy pointed his mouth at the Tartars. With the fire, the rockets shot out quickly. More charges gave the rockets powerful power, which was much more fierce than the muskets, as if a meteor hit the Tartars' shield.
Some rockets penetrated the shield and directly pierced the Tartar's body. Some did not penetrate the shield. However, their powerful force had dislocated the Tartar's arm or even broken bones, and they could no longer hold the shield tightly.
At this time, the musketeers showed their power again, and dense bullets swept over. Most of these specially selected warriors were killed, with only twenty or thirty left, and they fled back in a panic.
Lang Tai was completely crazy. He clenched his fists tightly and went into battle himself. Can a mere stone bridge be rare for the warriors of the Qing Dynasty?
"Come on, kill Guangming Dog for me!"
The Tartars were surging and rushed up like lifelessly.
"Boss, our grenades are gone. Fire and there is not much gunpowder!"
Qi Hanyuan frowned and said bluntly: "Don't you still have a bayonet? You still have this life! As long as you have a breath, you can't let the Tartars get what they want!"
"Yes, I just can't let the Tartars feel happy!"
Everyone was ready to make every effort, and the Tartars rushed up again, and they were getting closer and closer. They rushed to the front of the side van.
A Tartar holding a big axe slashed towards the carriage, slashing the wood chips flying. Qi Hanyuan saw the opportunity. Just as the Tartars fell down the big axe, his bayonet stabbed out accurately and stabbed into the other party's throat. Suddenly, the strong man twitched all over and fell to the ground in pain.
The cruel hand-to-hand combat. The soldiers of the Anguo Army continued to suffer casualties, and Qi Hanyuan was also hit by an arrow on his arm, but they fought to the death and refused to retreat.
"Meet at the Martyrs' Temple!"
Qi Hanyuan stabbed into the Tartar's stomach with force, and blood suddenly flowed. The messy things inside were flowing out, and his strength was almost exhausted.
Suddenly, a man rushed up from a distance, with a battalion. They came too timely. Just when Qi, Hanyuan and others were about to collapse, these people held muskets and spit out deadly bullets at the Tartars, and they suddenly felt like they were cutting wheat, and the Tartars fell in pieces!
The stone bridge turned dangerously, Qi Hanyuan sat on the ground and gasped. It was Luan Hu who came to rescue him. He grinned and said, "Good boy, he is quite awesome!"
"Awesome, it almost turned into a card of the Martyrs' Temple!"
"Hahaha, it's okay, the Tartars are going to be in trouble! The Duke of the State will vent your anger."
Of course, Luan Hu was not bragging. The Anguo army had gradually taken the initiative on the entire battlefield. The Tartars launched two frontal charges in a row.
The Tartars fought bravely against the Anguo Army's guns and bullets. It has to be said that these Tartars were quite brave and resolute, and they were all brave and fearless.
But the flesh and blood could not compete with guns and cannons. The Tartars were beaten to the point of blood and corpses were piled up like mountains. On the wide battlefield, there were piles of corpses, shattered by horse hooves, mixed together like mud.
Gu Zhenhua saw the Tartars' situation in the telescope. Seeing Boro concentrating his troops again and launching a third wave of attacks.
Gu Zhenhua sneered: "Telection, the whole army moves forward, it's time for the Tartars to taste our power!"
With Gu Zhenhua's order, the commander rushed to Ma Jinzhong's front.
"General Ma, the Duke of the State has an order, and the whole army will move forward!"
"The whole army moves forward!"
...
The Anguo Army has been taking a defensive momentum, and the soldiers behind are raising their energy. It is at its peak. They are stepping on neat war drums and loud military songs echo.
The sound of cannons rumbled, and the constant explosions were exploding in the Tartars' team. The grenadiers threw grenades one by one at a time. The dense Tartars' team became sparse, and the sparse Tartars turned into corpses.
"An Guojun will win!"
"An Guojun will win!"
The majestic roar shocked the earth!
Chapter completed!