The next day after the arrival of the Great Song Dynasty, it was a cloudy day. Dark clouds like lead blocks rolled on Ganzhou City, so low that they could touch it with your hand, indicating that it would be a long day.

Zhu Qingzheng's navy pressed to the mouth of the Gongshui River and was ready to block the Hunan Navy, who was coming up against the river to reinforce at any time. On land, 5,000 soldiers connected a floating bridge through Zhangshui with small boats, and then passed the gate of the Lu Camp to enter the open space between the two battalions of Song and Xiang. The 1,200 foreign gun team of the two battalions was in the middle, and 2,000 Sun and Moon soldiers were arranged on the left and right wings, and a thick crab array surrounded the two ends of the back camp.

However, the middle does not look so thin. Unlike the dense storm-former formations commonly found on this continent, the army lined up in three rows of shooting formations, extending directly towards the Hunan Army camp, looking like a thin blue line.

"Changmao went out of the camp to seek a battle?" There was a burst of joy in the Hunan Army's military camp, which meant that they no longer had to attack the strong camp. For the group of long hairs opposite, they could say that the outcome was not decided in the battle yesterday, but the morale was already decided. They had seen the timid expression of the group of long hairs hiding behind the camp watching them breaking into the camp, as if they were exhausted when they saw a cat.

"This group of soft guys! I killed them in one go in a few days!" Zhao Wenluan sneered gritting his teeth. Yesterday, his team was a vanguard, and three of them died because they were the vanguard: Xiao Li, Xiaobai, Lao Tie, injured one Wang De, his wrist was cut off, and everyone else was injured, but they were all injured by swords and abrasions, which did not affect the battle.

This means that the captain died the tenant, the classmates and neighbors, and injured his cousin; for the rest of the team, brothers, fellow villagers, friends and comrades-in-arms, everyone in this nepotist group gritted their teeth and intended to take revenge.

Tachibu was even more happy. The casualties of the attack and base must be heavy, but who is afraid of whom when they fight directly like this?

Because in this era, both sides are almost always fighting stupid battles, relying on camps to fight, and this is even more so in the Hunan Army. Whenever they arrive at a certain place, they set up camps and let you fight. If you can't beat them, they will rush out to hit your base.

In the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, Lu Yong of Taqibu had not yet been defeated in the field battle. The Hunan Army in other places had high organization, high military salary, high morale, and good training (once a day. The Taiping Army and the Green Camp were afraid that they didn't know what the training was). The generals were brave and not afraid of death. The soldiers dared to rush and fight, and had the upper hand against peasant militias like the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

Since the Guangdong thief Changmao is coming to seek death today, Taqibu's unscrupulous point will be out of the camp, and 3,000 Hunan Army are lined up in a row. They will also fight to the death with the Song Army.

But he gasped at the strange army in the middle in front: What is this?

Not only was the commander stunned, but the Hunan soldiers also gasped when they saw the Song army from afar: What is this?

In fact, it was not just them, but even the soldiers on both sides of the Song army looked at the central army with their toes, thinking to themselves: "Who are these people? Why are they so perverted?"

Even Zhu Qingzheng and other generals knew that this was Zhao Kuodi's hard work: the foreign gun team, but that awkward, it was like a team of zombies wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms suddenly popping up on the streets of the 21st Century. Someone next to you told you: Did you see that, this is a new weapon against US aircraft carriers--no one will not be confused.

This first fully Westernized foreign gun team in the Far East not only has weird clothes, but everyone wears ridiculously high hats and wears clothes that are so narrow that they cannot stretch their legs. They step in the rhythm of the military band. Zombies walk in stairs, turning right, step in front, turn left, and rest a little. Each ten people form a battle formation in rows, facing the Hunan Army.

Listening to the sound of music coming from the other party's position, Li Mingchang and Zhao Wenluan and other comrades beside him looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Two horses were galloping by behind the enemy army in the distance, one was tall and the other was Zhuang Lizhong in a blue uniform. They looked at the densely packed Hunan Army in front. What did the foreigners say, Zhuang Lizhong immediately pulled out his sabre. Gao pointed to the direction of the Hunan Army and shouted loudly: "Tianzi Camp forward!"

The military band pulled out from the Cantonese opera band suddenly turned red in shame because in front of thousands of Hunan-Jiangxi soldiers wearing traditional costumes, even the enemy turned red. Then they blushed and played Western musical instruments. The 680 soldiers from the first battalion immediately walked forward with their spears leaning on their shoulders. Following them were the soldiers of the Haizi Camp next to them, and the two battalions of foreign gun teams immediately advanced forward.

"Ahem, are they crazy?" Taqibu looked at him with a long time with a shock. He had never experienced the Opium War. He was in front of him. Then he put down his telescope and sneered: "Rich, Cantonese thief, hairy! Ridiculous cult! He actually wanted to scare us with strange costumes! We are the righteous kings, are you afraid of your evil tricks?"

After saying that, he waved his hand suddenly and sent 2,000 elite Hunan Army troops to attack the Song army's central army.

The Hunan Army's commander flag was tilted, and the two battalions in front of him were immediately roaring with the word "kill" to the sky. They held swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands, and their braided books were flying in the air, jumping shirtlessly, and running towards the thin blue line like a tide.

The morale was so high that the Song army's artillery fire broke out from sight behind the formation. This was not an attack base, but a field battle. They firmly believed that as long as they ran through this short 1,000 meters and entered the strange camp and the weak guys, they would fly everywhere, and use these rebellious flesh and blood to save a fortune to buy land for marriage!

Li Mingchang followed Zhao Wenluan to the back of the team. Because this whistle acted as the pioneer yesterday, the personnel losses were large and he was particularly pressed to the rear of the attack camp. xBook xBar xBack xBack xBack xBack x

Seeing the other party suddenly rushed over like a tide, the foreign instructor muttered: "There is no gentlemanly." Then he ordered the sharp spear group to stop moving forward immediately and prepare for battle.

Li Mingchang's great enemy Liu Dingqiang was almost at the forefront of the front line, closest to the enemy, he was in the first place in the first row, and the company commander was beside him. Looking at the enemy rushing towards him in a black manner, the opponent's killing sound was whipping his heart like a whip book, and holding the short smoothbore gun in his hand, he couldn't give him any sense of security. He only felt dry mouth and his legs were shaking.

The grenade company he was in was still elite. The Song Dynasty's foreign gun team was based on the Western military system, with more than 600 people in the first battalion. It was divided into ten companies, one of which was an ordinary infantry company and one of the more elite grenade company. It was responsible for guiding shooting at the front of the right end of the array, and there was also a hunting company, selecting short, agile soldiers to serve as scattered lines.

Because Liu Dingqiang was a good leader: illiterate, non-gang members, strong, martial arts, and landless farmers, later assisted Zhao Kuo's army in Qingxiang to suppress the militia, divide the land, and become the backbone of the farmers' association, so he passed the recruitment test and entered the crusader with high military salaries. Unexpectedly, after going there, he didn't let him dance with a sword or a gun, but walked around every day and carried a gun.

Now he finally knew why he walked around and pretended, instead of killing him: he turned out to walk in front of the enemy and stood still!

This is so fucking lie!

At this time, he felt someone constantly poking his thighs. He turned his head and saw his brother next to him watching the enemy howling and killing him, his face turned blue, his lips turned purple, and his trembling thighs kept rubbing against him.

When I looked up, the row of soldiers standing neatly shaking like leaves in the autumn wind.

It seemed like thousands of enemies with ferocious faces ran towards him, and there were only a squat of soldiers on his side.

But he didn't dare to run, and he didn't even want to run. His feet were nailed to the ground, and he didn't even dare to move backwards. Because during the long training period, because of this small movement, he had suffered many whippings on his back. He was afraid that his company commander and the instructor of the foreign ghost book were even more powerful than Li Mingchang's father's pig cage and dungeon.

"Oh God! God, you created me on the first day and a gun on the next day... Bless me!" Under the command of the trembling voice around you, Liu Dingqiang's first row of soldiers knelt on the ground with one leg, and raised the smoothbore guns in his hands and aimed at the front.

Looking at the enemy troops approaching, even the Niwan Book on their braided books could be seen clearly. The roar and killing sound seemed to be spraying out to the face, but the command "Feer" to shoot had not sounded yet. Liu Dingqiang was trembling with his gun in his hand, and his palm was full of sweat, as if the smooth-bore gun in his hand was no longer a light and smooth-bore gun, but became a big loach. Sweat slid down from the ridiculously perverted hat, and it flowed into the back of his neck like a worm book, which was so itchy that it was uncomfortable. Liu Dingqiang suddenly felt that he wanted to pee.

"fre!" The saber in the company commander's hand pointed at the Hunan Army tremblingly. The distance was only 60 meters. He, a veteran of Guangxi who had been through many battles, finally called the Tiansha order in Guangxi English, and he was also afraid.

He had never been afraid of attacking the Lianzhou defenders from the gap in the tunnel that exploded. At that time, he only knew how to be afraid of it! But now he was under strict orders and had to wait until he entered the range before firing. The military orders were like mountains, especially in the Crusaders, especially in the Zhao Kuodi Imperial Guard. If you were to die, you would have to go immediately! Facing the waves of the enemy, he stood alone. If he had not been a powerful general, he would have almost pissed his pants and book.

"Ah!" Liu Dingqiang, half-kneeling on the ground, almost sighed with a very pleasant voice, and then gently pulled the trigger, and a white smoke burst out from the muzzle. Liu Dingqiang almost smelled the opium smoke with an opium. He sniffed the "very dry" choking smoke. He finally completed his mission.

Then, with the buddies in this row, they walked over to the original third row, stood at the first position, and stood at the right time again. Everyone was sweating profusely and tremblingly started to practice disgusting reloading.

The smoke of gunpowder was already filled with gunpowder, but through the latex-shaped white guns, the number of Hunan troops seemed to have not decreased, and they were still pressing like sea waves. The shells on their heads roared past, and the soil in front flew.

Just like facing the Jedi that Dao Shu slowly pushed the Neck Book, Liu Dingqiang, a bandit who was qualified to become a member of the so-called elite grenade company of the foreign gun team, shivered, pulled the hammer to the half-firing position, and smeared the pot in a hurry with his right thumb, then took the gun body to the right hand side. At this time, he hit the brother next to him, and the other party was trembling like lightning strike.

Then Liu Dingqiang reached into his waist and went to touch the paper book bullet. The lead bullet and gunpowder were wrapped in paper together. But he roared his fingers and clamped two of them, trying to throw one in the bag, but his panic fingers spasmed, and the two packs of books were wrapped in his fingers, as if they were scared to death, hiding in the water plants, and not wanting to separate even if they died.

Liu Dingqiang shook his fingers for a long time, but he didn't even shake the two book bullets. At this time, a Hunan Army shell hit the open space a few steps away from the company. Although a small pile of soil was stuck, it stirred up a piece of soil, which scared Liu Dingqiang to death. If he had a bench in his hand, he wouldn't be so scared. The problem was that he was standing in front of swords, guns, swords and halberds.

He was even more anxious because of nervousness. In a hurry, Liu Dingqiang ignored it and took out all two packs of books, then roared as if he was eating a bunch of grapes, and bit the bullets that one of the books on his index finger in his mouth.

But at this moment, a row in front of him screamed in pain and fell to the ground with his head down. He was shot by the Hunan Army's gun. The gun was lifted as a weapon among earth guns. Now Liu Dingqiang can see the enemy troops who continue to howl like a tide without any restraint.

At this moment, a short scream rang in his ear, and a smoothbore gun inserted into his feet was thrown to his feet. Liu Dingqiang turned his head in shock and realized that the one who had just stood shoulder to shoulder with him was gone, but he had not seen anything clearly. A scream rang behind his ears, and then a young child voice shouted viciously behind the row: "The deserter will be executed on the spot!"

This is the supervisor of the Tongshu Officer. They are the trainees. Now they are all behind each company with nothing to do, holding a saber in hand to kill any soldiers who dare to retreat in front of the battle.

Liu Dingqiang immediately turned his head in fear and continued to load it. He was choked by the smell of blood and smoke from the front and back. He swallowed his saliva, but immediately spitted out a lead head. It turned out that he had eaten the gunpowder from the first pack of paper books in fear.

Immediately, Liu Dingqiang, who was sweating, bit open the second pack of books in his palm, and trembled and poured some medicine into the medicine pot on the butt stock. This was for starting the fire and causing the fire, and then covered the pot lid.

Then he took the gun to the left and started to load it formally. He put the open book bag at the muzzle, then suddenly fell in, pulled out the strip, and inserted his broad head into the muzzle, and cursed, "Hurry up, Malegebi! Hurry up! God!"

After pressing the bullet and medicine into the chamber of the gun, he pressed it hard a few times, then suddenly pulled out the twig and put the twig back into the slot on the gun. However, when he was panicked, the twig fell on the grass. At this time, the 10 people in their row were about to fire again.

Liu Dingqiang, who was sweating profusely, didn't care about the whole line. He immediately put the gun on his shoulder and the level of the muzzle. In this era, if you don't aim at it, as long as you don't face the muzzle to the ground or the sky, it's almost the same.
Chapter completed!