Through the fog of the battlefield and walking in the first row, Liu Dingqiang was shocked: the enemy was lying at his feet in a row, and a terrible smell of death combined with a combination of human blood and burnt smell spread within the effective range of the smoothbore gun. The surviving enemies were wailing and screaming, and they didn't even have the strength to escape. If this howl was brought to soldiers like Liu Dingqiang through a cold weapon war, it might be excitement, but at this moment he felt the only shock and a slight fear.

He could not associate this tragic situation with his just completing a standard bullet filling action and then pulling the trigger!

Oh my God, what happened!----Liu Dingqiang swallowed his nervous saliva, as if when he was a child, his parents asked him who ate the egg in the kitchen book. He was afraid of being beaten and was so timid that he dared not admit it.

But when he raised his chin, Liu Dingqiang immediately threw the strange shame and fear into Java: there were densely packed Hunan troops trotting towards them, with ridiculous gazes of timidity and temptation.

Suddenly, he seemed to have been diving deep in the water and took a breath. It was the long-lost comfort. At the same time, his heart was beating as if he was about to jump out of his throat. This was an impulse and even more nervous in fear. Liu Dingqiang repeatedly held the guardrail in front of the smoothbore gun, and his teeth were bitten together involuntarily, pressing the butt against his chest with force, making the snow-bright bayonet seem to be eager to try again and again.

He could no longer see the people under his feet. No matter life or death, he had nothing to do with him. He only had drum beats in his ears, but he just walked mechanically and stepped on the uneven ground composed of the corpse and the Hunan soldiers. His eyes were all attracted by the huge number of living enemies in front of him, as if he had been caught.

If it is the same as the first time these smoothbore riflesmen walked out of the array and were ready to charge against the enemy, they could only be paratroopers from later generations. Facing the dark enemy, they held short bayonets compared to spears, and they had a terrifying fear of being surrounded. This fear made them squeeze together involuntarily, as if the eagles were eyeing the chickens on the ground, with their shoulders squeezing against the shoulders of their companions. The bayonets in their hands were even more dense.

Finally, the instructor suddenly issued a charge order, and it was as if the tight string in his heart was broken. Liu Dingqiang's butt slammed his chest hard and shouted the English charge slogan. He could even feel that the skin outside was almost blown by the airflow in his mouth and was about to break out of his cheekbones.

Then he shouted, forgot everything, and rushed towards the dense Hunan Army with a bayonet.

The other party's face was approaching rapidly in his vision of running up and down due to the rough road under his feet. He could see the man closest to him, with a dark mud-faced face, and could see clearly that he was like an eel wrapped in a braided book in his neck. At this moment, Liu Dingqiang even couldn't help but have an inexplicable idea in his mind: this man's hair is sparse. The braided book is small and yellow, so he must not eat well, and the big knife shaking in the other party's hand seemed to be like jumping smoke, and it was even ignored by Liu Dingqiang and only focused his attention on the black face. He felt that the other party was talking with his eyes.

What did he want to tell me?

In this confusion of the book, Liu Dingqiang saw that his face was as big as a straw target book. His left leg suddenly stepped on the ground. Because of the sweat on his feet, his toes were squeezed and hurt by straw sandals that were parked on the mud. Then he roared, swayed his hips and waved his waist and pulled his arms, and then stabbed them violently, as fiercely as if the smoothbore gun in his hand was fired.

At this moment, he could not hear anything, and he could not see it even when he saw it. Only the trembling connection between his muscles, the loud roar in his mouth seemed like a distant silk sound. He could not hear it, although it was his roar at the top of his lungs.

He knew there was a knife between him and the soldier of Braidshu, but he didn't know where the knife was. Maybe it was cutting towards his head or his arms, but who cares?

Can't see it at all.

He just wanted to stab the smoothbore gun body with a pungent smell of smoke in his hand, as if the fire-smelling pot must detonate the gunpowder in the gunhouse.

He couldn't control it anymore, and he stopped caring about it.

The Three-Blade Army's stabbing flashed in front of his eyes and disappeared. Lightning disappeared. But what he felt in his hand was: the cold and hard blade pierced the soft skin and slowly moved forward. Then it rubbed the ribs in front of his lungs, then stabbed into the soft lungs, and then it penetrated the lungs like air, slowly entering the shoulder blades behind him. The pause there made Liu Dingqiang tremble as if he was struck by lightning. Fortunately, the tip of the blade seemed to pierce the hard obstacle, and breathed the air in big mouthfuls like him, so refreshing.

Then everything was silent for a long time, and the person in front of him seemed to be saying: I knew it would be like this if I had known it would be.

At the moment when he looked at him, Liu Dingqiang suddenly understood what the man was saying to him just now.

He was saying: I'm so scared.

Liu Dingqiang suddenly waved his gun, and the Hunan soldier he assassinated like a broken puppet just now fell from his bayonet like a broken puppet.

With a loud roar, Liu Dingqiang rushed out violently, following the posture of the gun body, and the hard wood immediately smashed the second enemy's chin.

Before he spit out the blood foam with blood and broken teeth, several enemies in front of Liu Dingqiang flashed back in horror at the same time, and a small space was opened between him. At this moment, his auditory and vision suddenly recovered completely, and he was almost shocked.

The sound of "kill" in his ears almost shattered his eardrums. He turned his head and saw that to his left, the long blue shirt and high hat crusaded almost lined up into a bloody and hand-to-hand combat Great Wall. The long "blue line" that could not be seen at first glance strangled any living creatures blocking them.

"Kill!" Liu Dingqiang looked at the enemies in front of him who were cringing like a pigtail, turned the blood-stained bayonet, fearlessly facing the enemy, and then stabbed the blood-covered spear tip into the enemy's body again.

Once again, Liu Ding stepped forward with strong steps. He felt the muscles on his face were numb, just as it was very cold in the winter in Fogang, Guangdong that year. After he punched his teacher, he returned home. He heard that because he had no money to pay the rent, his sister was going to be a maid in the Li family to pay off the debt. His mother was crying, but his father didn't say anything. The sister touched his head and laughed with tears. He wanted to cry, but the cold weather seemed to freeze his skin. He grinned, and his skin was fixed there, and the tears flowed down the cracks on his face.

At this moment, his face was so stiff again that he inexplicably recalled that day, but because he was numb with a ferocious face, his eyes were full of enemies hiding from his retreat. At this moment, he waved the bayonet with blood flowing all over the body of the gun, but suddenly he didn't know who to kill.

But he was not in a hurry. There were countless enemies in front of him. He was not afraid. From the faces of those enemies, he clearly felt that these people were organized into the soul and feared him. He cried and begged for mercy in front of him.

"Kill!" Liu Dingqiang calmly opened a spear again and stabbed one to death with one knife. At this moment, his skin was no longer stiff and he began to sneer.

In fact, even if the Crusader Sharp Spears are used to fight with the Hunan Army with swords and guns, they will not necessarily lose.

This army has a lot in common with the Hunan Army.

Half of them are newly recruited strong farmers, half are veterans of cold weapons who have been killed for a long time, and the Children's Book Army who are ready to die as the core of contact. The quality of individual soldiers is definitely no less than that of the Hunan Army. If they have cold weapons, they are even better because the officers are better.

In terms of military pay, this Crusader was also a high salary that was robbed in this era, and was no less than that of the Hunan Army.

In terms of faith, this army does not rely on nepotism, but on blind faith in God and Zhao Kuo. It is most likely to fall into this, and faith has always been difficult to go from believing to not believe. Once you believe it, it is no less than the nepotism of the uncle of the Hunan Army, Shu Da Cousin.

Moreover, the Hunan Army is a closed family patriarchal system. No matter how powerful a subordinate is, it is difficult to promote him than to recruit him to the local superiors. This is the concept of patriarch recognized by the Chinese, but Hai Song is open. They are not the Minister of the League of Chinese who are always envious and excluded by their colleagues by their colleagues, but the emperor, princes, generals, and ministers. You can promote them at will! The two are half a pound.

The training of the Ruimao Group is no less than that of the Hunan Army. It is even stronger.

According to Zhao Kuo, his army was completely made up of the essence of the original army. If it was a cold weapon, the Hunan Army could even draw with a stick book to search for teeth. The only weakness was the first time that it appeared in the Far East.

No one on the whole continent has seen this.

So when Liu Dingqiang started charging with a bayonet, he himself would not be weaker than the powerful generals and soldiers in the Hunan Army!

Moreover, when they charge at this moment, the Hunan Army is no longer the opponent of their hand-to-hand combat.

One morale was shot by foreign muskets, and the Hunan Army had been shot twice. The entire army was frustrated and the morale was low.

The second is physical strength. The core of Western tactics is that everyone in the army is shooting with guns. The Qing Dynasty has not seen a bird gun. They also have lifted guns, and the range is similar to that of muskets. But if you organize people to queue up to fill in medicine and pull the trigger at the same time, how much physical strength is required? Although there is a sufficient step to fill medicine, it is much easier than if you run a thousand meters to kill the enemy with a big knife weighing a few kilograms.

Li Mingchang and his team lined up from inside and outside camps, then rushed across the central line covered by artillery fire to attack the central army. Not to mention the spirit, just facing the enemy artillery and muskets in front, who wouldn't the Hunan Army run quickly?

But the score of rice is minutes and seconds after the college entrance examination, even athletes have to breathe, not to mention that they are holding heavy cold weapons in their hands and avoiding the fire of artillery fire.

If they can break into the enemy and start hand-to-hand combat, the human adrenal hormone can help them get rid of fatigue, but it was precisely because of this Far East foreign gun team and they ran back and forth between the two armies. In addition to fear and doubt, even the morale is still over. Once the morale is over, the adrenal hormones stimulate only the speed at which you turn around and start to escape.

Liu Dingqiang and the others have been firing guns, and then they started fighting with bayonets. This is just waiting for work. This army is not only extremely strong, but also not comparable to the gang soldiers raised by Zhao Kuo in the eyes of the Sun and Moon Legion. As an army that has just started to use musket tactics, at this time, what they prefer to fight with guns is fighting with hand-to-hand.

There are also Crusaders who are wearing strange clothes in a water, which is a fatal psychological shock. Although the Hunan Army uniforms are the same, no matter how much you write on the chest and behind the back, you write "ox" on the chest and "bi" on the back, you can't compare to the perverted Western military uniforms that you have never seen before. Moreover, such a group of people who are in the same costumes and cannot understand the orders rushed over with bayonets. It was like a legion of monsters led by Chiyou in ancient times, and it seemed like you were sitting on the subway. Suddenly, a row of naked and vulgar men rushed up at a certain station to slap you. No matter you are the boxing champion, you are confused. Let alone the Qing soldiers now. Even the Qing horses were shocked several times.

Therefore, when the bayonet rushed, the Hunan Army could not resist it at all and was immediately defeated. The Tianziying Haiziying had already marched between the two camps, standing carelessly on the corpses all over the ground, looking at the Hunan Army fleeing to the camp with its back to them, arrogantly gathering the team on the spot, preparing to attack further.

Zhuang Lizhong waved his saber and ran among the soldiers, commanding his battalion to re-arrange the battle line. He planned to wait for the artillery to come up, and then step on the Hunan Army camp in front of him in one fell swoop.

But at this moment, there was a disharmonious roving and English commands coming from the south. Zhuang Lizhong held the horse and turned his head to see it. He was immediately anxious.

A mile away, Li Mingchang, who was so scared that he was out of control, fled to the entrance of the camp gate with his compatriots who were killed by the bayonet. A group of murderous military judges had already blocked the road.

The captain in front of him waved his sword and shouted coldly: "Trait the commander of Commander Taqibu, and those who retreat in the last battle will be killed! Now we will organize the team on the spot. Each of them will be commanded by the commanders of each unit."

Li Mingchang was stunned for a moment, and immediately ran to the general position of his battalion as they trained by the Hunan Army. There he saw Zhao Wenluan, and he was running over with a man on his back with difficulty. Uncle San was following him with a musket, and from time to time he retreated to look at the demon man Changhai not far ahead.

With shame, Li Mingchang quickly ran towards them. He helped him put Da Li, who was so howling that his voice was hoarse, put it on the ground. He was shot in his thigh and his whole body was twitching in pain.

Zhao Wenluan burst into tears and looked at his subordinate and shouted: "Big Li, you must hold on! Your family has become a tenant farmer in my family, and we are more close than our own brothers! My aunt handed you brothers to me! Now that Xiao Li is gone, you are so paralyzed that you can't leave! Otherwise, why would I see the aunt!"

Li Mingchang turned his head in discomfort, but Uncle San didn't care about Da Li. While looking at Changmao, he shouted in fear: "Nephew, Mr. Zhao. What are they? Are they Chinese?"

"I am a Chinese, but I wear and fight like the Yi soldiers." Li Mingchang said in pain.

"What did you say?" Zhao Wenluan rushed over and shook Li Mingchang's arm and roared: "They are not foreigners? They are Chinese? Then why are we defeated? Why are you all running away?!"

Li Mingchang really didn't know how to tell them about the relationship between the foreign soldiers he had met and the group of long hair, so he could only nod and nod.

"We are not defeated! Look!" Uncle San suddenly pointed to the south and roared. Li Mingchang and Zhao Wenluan raised their heads and saw Taqibu's handsome flag rushing into the long-haired flank like a shark, rushing straight towards the demon in front of him with a destructive force.

At the same time, the gates of the camp behind him opened, and Gan Yong, who had not participated in the war, was sent as a reserve team to press forward against the Tianzi Camp of Ruimao Group.

"All brothers, uninjured land and reserve team, immediately follow Ganyong and Taqibu to fight! Zhongpao Patriotic is today!" There were orders from the camp.

Zhao Wenluan wiped the sweat from Da Li lying on the ground and shouted, "Come on, send this brother into the camp!" Then she pulled out the big knife and shouted, "I, the locals from the Zhao family, come with me!"

Zhu Qing, who had been watching the battle on the fifth floor of the back of the camp, watched Li Wenmao's troops bypassed the back of the Hunan Army camp, suddenly rushed away from the Hunan Army cavalry that appeared on one side. The highest commander, who rarely swears, held the handrail and stared at the falling military flag of Li Wenmao below and roared: "Fuck you, Li Wenmao!"

But at the same time, Li Wenmao rolled on the ground and cursed: "I'll fuck you Taqibu!"

Just now, Tachibu led the cavalry and infantry, and did not appear from the gate of his camp, but went around several camps from the back door. Relying on the cover of a small mound, he suddenly appeared on the south side of the battlefield. He was so skillful and brave that he almost came from between the camp and the Sun and Moon Army and slammed the right wing of the Crusader's guarding ground in the Sun and Moon Army.

The right-wing commander Li Wenmao was not prepared for this.

He was just talking to his subordinates aloud something between jealousy and confusion.

Since the rumored "elite" appeared, jealousy immediately filled the chests of the Sun and Moon Army officers.

No one thinks that everyone can defeat the Qing Dynasty with a smoothbore gun. What's the use of the Sun and Moon Army from Guangdong? The Sun and Moon Army that came out of Guangdong has many. What's the use? The thing is slow to load and it's far away. It's even more accurate to change to rifled rifles, but it's not only very expensive, but also the book bullets need to be knocked in by a mallet. How much time does it take? The two armies win against the brave, and you fill the gun? In a blink of an eye, the axe book slashed on your forehead. So many masters would rather use bows and arrows than look down on this stupid Western thing. How many arrows can they shoot in a minute? And the arrows can also aim!

But even if everyone has a Western gun, this army may not be able to fight, but the military pay is so high that it is surprising!

A soldier has two silver books and one

It is more than the monthly salary of a soldier who is in charge of a soldier in the Sun and Moon Army!

Why!

Our gang will contribute to the ground for you, Emperor Zhao Kuo, to fight Guangzhou. Why do you regard our Sun and Moon Army as a second-rate army sent to Qingxiang and the police?

Are you a little forgetful?

And you forget that you are a little more level. If you have a smoothbore gun, you are called an elite? The smoothbore gun is fucking not expensive! Our Sun and Moon Army have all come out of towns and have money. We buy one by ourselves. Isn’t it the so-called ridiculous elite?

Of course, the officers of the Sun and Moon Army did not dare to say to the Ruimao regiment, because there were familiar faces everywhere in the Ruimao regiment. Needless to say, their Chinese trainee battalion commanders of the Tianzi Camp and the Haizi Camp were both gods of His Majesty. Zhuang Lizhong did not have the chance to fight, and you should not take any of his first achievements in front of him. There were the brigade commanders of the Taiping Army everywhere, all of whom were the same.

But this made Li Wenmao and the others who like to say strange words mutter: Your Majesty is stupid, why do you have a smoothbore gun and a big knife? These people can drive the Hunan Army back to their hometown?

Not to mention their demon-like high-capped Western military uniform, because it was too terrifying. Li Wenmao and the others couldn't even joke, just said, "What are they wearing?"

Today, the two main forces of the Sun and Moon Army, one in the south and one in the north, were ordered to protect the two wings of the Crusaders. The Crusaders were indeed afraid of the impact of the two wings. They saw the Hunan Army pressing out in a black and black manner, and counted the number of Hunan Army flags. After estimating the number of people, Li Wenmao looked back and looked at the retreat route, and ordered the road to retreat to the camp smoothly. However, in his heart, he had a little bit of a joke that he shouldn't have.

They had personally experienced the combat effectiveness of this Qing army. Yesterday, with its strong camp, it was almost attacked by the Hunan Army. Now the two Crusaders in the Central Army are only human, even if they have cannons to support them, facing the hard attack of the Hunan Army in the field. Li Wenmao really doesn't think that this strange elite can deserve their salary.

But everything was weird. During the war, it was impossible to close the mouths of the Sun and Moon Army, from officers to soldiers.

They were on the side. They could see how this Western array could exert firepower, but this made them more confused.

These demons just stood still, and under the Western command, they kept moving forward in rows, shooting the smoothbore guns in their hands one by one at the enemy.

The enemy was as brave as the artillery fire, but fell one after another before the Crusaders, but in fact, not many died. Perhaps it was not as much as the Hunan Army's fierce attack on the camps yesterday. However, the Sun and Moon Army could see that the Hunan Army was afraid, let alone entering the array to fight, later, the people who rushed to the smoke wall did not even run away. Everyone was stunned in front of the smoke wall caused by the smoothbore gun, and they were like stupid chickens standing on the battlefield full of dead people and wounded screaming, and they didn't move anymore, just holding swords and guns and looking around, while the rows of guns in front of them were firing again and again, just like shooting.

Seeing the Hunan Army suddenly thrown down the dead and wounded people on the ground running madly, Li Wenmao threw away the rifle in his hand in amazement and asked his subordinates: "Do they have magic? Why did they run away?"
To be continued...