A year later, on August 17, 1852, the Jiaoyang was better than the fire, but in the trenches under Guiyang City, the Taiping Army wrapped in yellow turbans lined up in a row, holding firearms in their hands, staring at the front with their eyes tightly, and no one could wipe the sweat.

The hot air on the ground suddenly shook.

A few dull thunder sounds, a black cloud rose in the distance, followed by a sharp roar piercing the calm, whipping the hot earth like a whip. The earth shook violently, and the gap in the open space in front of the trench suddenly lifted up loess, as if a yellow breeze blew up the plain.

But the Taiping Army is still as calm as water.

Looking at the dark Qing army in the distance, a general with a red vest and yellow edge in the trench stared at the front and pulled out the sword. The dull sound like a beast from his chest floated in the trench: "Don't worry about the cannon! Hold the gun, the bird gun cannot see the nose of the Qing demon. Don't fire! God bless us!"

No one turned around and saluted. Everyone stared at the Qing soldiers rushing forward. The young recruits swallowed hard so that the sweat hanging on the tip of their noses could fall off by themselves. The veterans who were responsible for lifting the guns wiped the sweat in their hands on the dirty uniforms. Starting from being ordered to guard the trench, this order has been heard from General Xixian Zhao Ziwei's reprimand countless times.

Zhao Ziwei looked at the far-reaching bounce of the gunner of the Qing Bing, wondering if you want to hit someone or hit the dirt. He snorted disdainfully and cursed: "This group of pigs! He Chun, this idiot."

A few days after the Taiping Army captured Guiyang, the Qing soldiers came to the frontier, with as many as 10,000 people. There were only more than 2,000 Taiping Army left in Guiyang City behind Zhao Ziwei.

To be honest, when Zhao Ziwei heard the information, he was a little disbelief, and even shook the information and asked Dong Wang Yang Xiuqing: Is it true? How dare the scattered general and Chun take the initiative to invade?

It was definitely not that they were surprised by the number of people on the other side, but that they were surprised by whether the commander of the Qing army's green camp, He Chun, had drunk too much and actually came to fight?

He Chun's nickname in the Taiping Army was "The Far-eating General", because he never dared to surround or fight against the Taiping Army head-on. He always walked with the tail of the Taiping Army. The Taiping Army conquered the city in front, and he recovered the city from behind. This way, he did not need to fight and showed off his contributions to the Qing emperor. He was really following the Taiping Army to eat farts.

In fact, it is not just He Chun who is like this. Almost all the Qing Dynasty generals played this trick. The Eight Banners and Green Camp of the Qing Dynasty have become so rotten that they have become bones.

Bullying the people is a top-notch player. The people say, "The green camp is like a comb, and the tide is brave." The green camp passes through the border and combs the people's property like a comb. This is still good. If you encounter Chao Yong, who is even more powerful in military discipline, you will probably get rid of everything except building a house and a brick of soil.

But when encountering the Taiping Army or any rebel who dared to fight with them, the group of tigers who dealt with the common people immediately turned into mice, and then they would run faster than anyone else.

The Qing literati described the bravery of the Green Camp soldiers in this way: "Those who are fleeing when they see thieves are braver, those who are fleeing when they look at the wind are braver, and those who are fleeing when they are mistakenly heard are braver."

But this time, He Chun slowly followed the Taiping Army's footsteps of conquering the city and moving to Qili Pavilion in Guiyang Prefecture, he happened to meet Antai, Hu Songlin, Mi Xingchao and others with reinforcements from Hunan and Sichuan. The Qing army increased to 10,000 people, and He Chun was a little braver and shouted: "Let's work together to chase the city!"

The Taiping Army that had just taken Guiyang was planned by Yang Xiuqing and Hong Xiuquan. The main force was divided into two, the vanguard army and the central guard army attacked Chenzhou, and the 2,300-word guards built positions under Guiyang City, and a battle with Hechun came!

After the Qing artillery bombarded several times like a salute, the black Qing soldiers on the other side of the open space made a "kill" sound and rushed towards Guiyang City like a tide.

Although he was extremely despised by the Qing soldiers, ten thousand people rushed over the fields like black water, which also made Zhao Ziwei, who was commanding the trench firearms, sweat slightly on his head.

These soldiers wearing dirty clothes and braids also charge like girls. The bird guns began to be set aside three or four hundred steps away from the trench, like firecrackers and fried beans. The Qing army suddenly had a bunch of light blue smoke.

Zhao Ziwei lay on the ground like other soldiers, but sneered: "If the bird gun is loaded with medicine and ammunition, it can only shoot at most 200 steps. Just put it now. Are you really shooting birds?"

After saying that, he reached out to look at the warrior lying beside him holding a musket to aim: This short guy is just a child, only 12 years old, but he has been with him for half a year. He is usually a personal soldier, but he is extremely brave when fighting. He often uses his thin body to fight with adult Qing soldiers who are one head taller than him, because he cannot move the heavy sword at all.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ziwei sighed in his heart and said to himself: Why should you be here?

Zhao Ziwei didn't say "you" but said "you". It's because there are many boy scouts in the Taiping Army, and they can still have a meal with the Taiping Army. How can these people live?

He reached out to touch the child's head and said jokingly: "Xiao Dingzi, are you afraid?"

"Report to the general!" Xiao Dingzi didn't turn his head at all. His tender voice spread far in the trenches: "Don't be afraid! Kill the Qing Yao alive, and go to heaven if you die! Go to heaven and eat white rice every day!"

Many people laughed secretly.

At this moment, the cannons on the city wall behind them roared together, and round shells screamed and shot into the Qing army group.

Unlike the Qing soldiers' salute-like bombardment, each Taiping army's shell took away several lives. The remaining limbs and intestines rolled around the trajectory of the shells, screaming and wailing, and the roar of the Qing soldiers' commanders scolding the deserters, and the smell of gunpowders filled the trenches together.

"Come here, get ready." Zhao Ziwei held down his subordinates and lies on the ground.

The cannons were roaring on the wall behind him, while the sound of Qing soldiers' bird guns in front was getting closer and closer, and only the trench that lies between the two was quiet.

Among the crowd in front of him, Zhao Ziwei stared at the Qing soldier running in the front, saw the word "soldier" on his chest, then saw the tip of his flying braids, and finally saw his face clearly - a black and thin opium face.

When the opium face roared and killed, and the yellow teeth in his mouth were revealed, Zhao Ziwei suddenly raised the military flag! He roared wildly: "Kill!"

In the eyes of the Qing soldiers who were rushing towards Guiyang City like a tide, almost instantly, a row of brightly colored military flags erected almost at the quiet ditch between them and Guiyang City, like a lying dragon erecting sharp claws. It seemed like a loud bang in an instant, and a line-like smoke broke out from the dragon!

The Taiping Army in the trench shot across the line.

In an instant, a wall made of iron sand crashed into the Qing soldiers at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Dad!" The Qing soldier who had been staring at Zhao Ziwei as the fire coordinates seemed to be hit by an iron hammer while running. In the blink of an eye, he threw his legs towards the ground. The iron knife in his hand was thrown into the air by this. The hand holding the knife was empty, but he suddenly covered his right eye, as if he wanted to pick out his right eye.

The right hand covered his right eye and then his body fell to the ground. Then his body rolled and twitched in the soil and was like a live shrimp knocked down on the iron plate. He kicked the ground with his feet until his shoes were taken off and his bare feet were still shaking the mud. "Dad, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

He was not the one who screamed. The fierce dragon lying at the foot of Guiyang City was the first shock to knock down a row of Qing soldiers. The screams came one after another, and the Qing soldiers were killed. The uninjured soldiers in front crawled all over the ground, and many Qing soldiers following him began to shoot with the Taiping Army with artillery and bird guns.

"Free shooting!" Zhao Ziwei roared wildly as he looked at the Taiping soldiers who were busy bounced up again with their strands in the trench.

At this time, both sides were within each other's range, and suddenly smoke from gunpowder spread everywhere under Guiyang City, and a thick layer of fog seemed to immediately appear on the entire battlefield.

There were too many Qing soldiers this time, and finally relying on the large number of people and Chun to launch a strong attack, but did not even desperately drive the soldiers of the Qing Qing Green Camp to rush forward?

So many soldiers could almost fill this vast land, and the proportion of the Taiping Army occupying the city of Guiyang was almost 10 to 1. No matter how cowardly the Qing army was, at this time, there were also tiger brave men emerging, and they were shooting together with cannons and bird guns on the city walls, attacking the Taiping Army on the front desperately.

Zhao Ziwei's trench was also full of casualties, and his brothers kept wailing on the ground, but like the Qing army wounded wailing in front of the position, no one cared about them.

Under the shooting of the double firearms on the city and the trench, the Qing soldiers had already thrown up corpses and wounded people in front of the trench, so that later generations had to step on their comrades forward.

Although the Qing soldiers in front often lie on the ground and refuse to advance, their offensive has not yet stopped, and the back is constantly surging forward. In this windless summer day, the smoke on the entire position is so choking that it makes people unable to open their eyes.

At this time, he still couldn't hear the orders of attack from the city. Zhao Ziwei looked at the soldiers in the trench with black smoke fighting hard, but the Qing soldiers rushed up continuously and couldn't help but get anxious.

At this moment, a series of heart-wrenching screams came from not far from the trench. Zhao Ziwei turned his head and saw a rare and brave Qing soldier jumping into the trench with a spear, but was immediately stabbed to death by the surrounding Taiping army with a short knife.

Because the Qing soldiers' bird guns were too long, there were no bayonets. Most of the tactful bird gun soldiers had finished the projectiles early. Now they were lying on the ground, pretending to fill the bullets, and refused to get up desperately. Those who rushed up in front of the trench were cold weapons with spears and swords.

Looking at the dense Qing soldiers who were about to rush into the trench, Zhao Ziwei pulled out his military flag, carried a sword, and shouted: "Brothers, come with me! Kill the Qing demon!"

After saying that, he jumped out of the trench, his eyes full of blue suits and long braids. He didn't have the chance to think more. He roared, stepped on the soft corpse under his feet, and slashed at the soldier closest to him.

The soldier looked at Zhao Ziwei as if he was looking at a monster, his face full of horror, and his shoulders were shrinking and even forgot to raise his knife.

In fact, he never thought of raising his sword to kill him. He rushed here with so many corpses of Qing soldiers. These lucky Qing soldiers definitely did not become more and more brave, but became more and more timid. Everyone was afraid of those long-lasting hairs that were desperate. As for the reason, they were green camp soldiers.

At this moment, these Qing soldiers in the front suddenly saw Changmao jumping out of the trench with military flags in hand, and followed Changmao jumping out of the entire line of the trench and coming towards him. Who wouldn't be brave enough?

So the unlucky guy who was facing Zhao Ziwei forgot that he had a knife in his hand. This was the battlefield. Zhao Ziwei had no sympathy. The sharp sword in his hand slashed fiercely at the man's left face.

Suddenly, the left eyeball, which was full of fear, immediately burst out, and the liquid in the eyeball mixed with the blood that was blooming on the face, splashing everywhere.

Seeing the first opponent screaming and falling under his feet, Zhao Ziwei stuck out his tongue and licked the liquid that had just splashed into the corner of his mouth: it was fishy and a little salty.

Then the air flow from his mouth squirted out of his mouth like a typhoon and sprayed the fishy and salty liquid out. Zhao Ziwei raised his sword and shouted: "Kill!!!!!!!"

"General, be careful." At this moment, a powerful force came from beside him and pushed him out diagonally. Then a white light flashed in front of him. Zhao Ziwei turned his head and saw that he had just stood there, and a young man with a national face raised his knife in his left hand, but his right hand held the spear tightly. The tip of the spear had already stabbed into his left arm.

The position that was pushed out happened to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Qing army who had stabbed the spear. Zhao Ziwei raised his sword and slashed at the calf of the Qing army's spearman who was stomping the ground and stabbing the spear with force. The iron blade slashed into half of the Qing army's leg, and blood splattered Zhao Ziwei's face.

At the same time, the young man with a slashed the spear that stabbed in his flesh with one knife;

"Have you fallen to the ground yet?" With this slight surprise, Zhao Ziwei drew out the long sword, and did not turn around. He swung the sword directly like an axe, and slashed the Qing soldiers' back again!

The young man with a national face stared at the Qing soldier who was screaming with a trembling and screaming because of the huge pain in his hind legs. He then slashed again! The four fingers holding the spear fell on the bloody land together with the second spear rod.

Pulling the blood-stained sword out of the Qing soldiers' back bones, this guy is not dead yet? For just a second hesitation, Zhao Ziwei's third sword was embedded into the back of the Qing soldiers' neck. Only then did he realize that the reason why this great man did not fall to the ground was that a long sword was embedded in the Tianling Groove.

The long sword was in the hands of a young man with a national face. Looking at his wound, Zhao Zi nodded slightly and expressed his grace to save his life.

Just in an instant, it was said that it was soon, and it seemed that a small shadow rushed past his sword from behind.

Zhao Ziwei looked closely and it was Xiao Ding Zi. He was gritting his teeth and throwing a bag of things in his hand high, and with a skeleton of black smoke, he fell into the swords, guns, swords and halberds in front of him.

Xiao Dingzi threw a fire bomb.

The fire bomb, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, is called the Pioneer Pack, also known as the Red Pink Pack, also known as the Pioneer Pack, which is filled with explosives. It is often used in close-range defense wars and charge-hand combat offensive battles, and plays a rapid role in killing people and has the performance of modern grenades.

A fire rushes into the sky, accompanied by the flying limbs, the Qing soldiers fell to the ground, and Zhao Zi shook his body slightly and almost fell to the ground. He thought to himself that this little Ding Zi was really desperate. He threw away the red pink bag so close. If there weren't many Qing soldiers in front of him, he might have been blown up, and now he was shocked by the loud bang of the red pink bag, his ears roared, and he could not hear anything.

But even if he is deaf, he is still a general and wants to command.

Looking at the Qing soldiers who had just rushed up to the sky, being frightened by their thousand warriors' counterattack, they had already started to turn around and ran away. The Qing army's charge was defeated again.

Zhao Ziwei grabbed his military flag, waved his hand at the trench, and shouted an order he could not even hear: Go back to the position and continue to hold on.

But at this time, Xiao Dingzi kept pointing at him towards the city gate, saying something loudly.

Zhao Ziwei looked along his finger and saw that the city gates were wide open. Yang Xiuqing finally put the reserve team and 2,000 soldiers who were raising energy into the battlefield.

The Qing army marched here continuously, fighting for nearly an hour, exhausted and killed blood flowed into a river. It had already been exhausted by the small trench defense line, and the Taiping Army's new forces came over fiercely.

The remaining thousands of Qing soldiers fled immediately!

Yang Xiuqing's reserve team kept chasing Qing soldiers for twenty miles before stopping, so naturally the blood flowed all over the field.

In this battle, the Qing soldiers, Ma Jinzhu, were shot dead by the General Yin Gang, and the Qing soldiers also suffered heavy casualties. They were once again disgraced in front of the Taiping Army, which had fewer battles.

"Good job! Ziwei, go and have a rest." Yang Xiuqing looked satisfied with Zhao Ziwei's performance this time.

"Thank you, King Dong Qiansui." Zhao Ziwei quickly bowed to thank him, dragged his painful body and limped to the door. Xiao Dingzi and the two guards had already been waiting there with their horses.

On the way back, Zhao Ziwei limped when he saw that Ding Zi was leading the horse. He knew that this battle was exhausted by the 12-year-old child, but he did not intend to get him on the horse and wait for any help. In his eyes, this is the fate of a child in troubled times.

"General Xixian, have you not seen the Xi Jinping Qiansui recently? Has his injury healed?" Zhao Ziwei was distracted immediately. After hearing Xiao Dingzi's question, his body shook and glanced at the child with his eyelids twitching.

"This is not what you should ask." Zhao Ziwei said coldly, paused for a moment, but added: "He is about to get ready."

Returning to his residence in Guiyang, this was originally the residence of an escaped official. Zhao Ziwei and Yi lay on the bed, staring at the wooden top above, but lamenting: "Xiao Chaogui? Go fuck it. It's my fault for me, Zhao Kuo!"
Chapter completed!