After Zhao Wenluan said that, she rushed towards Li Wenmao with a big sword in her hand. Li Mingchang and Uncle San held a big sword in her hand and the other was holding an arrow in her hand and rushed forward, rushing forward with her boss, hoping to kill the enemy chief!

Zhao Wenluan howled and slashed the long hair that was following Li Wenmao's horse with one knife. With red eyes, he drew his sword and slashed at Li Wenmao.

When Li Wenmao saw him, the former laughed strangely and shouted: "Okay!"

Holding the flag with one hand, thrust and stabbing with his right hand, the long spur suddenly waved over the horse's head, and stabbed into Zhao Wenluan's chest with his hands holding the knife high.

Behind him, Li Mingchang and the third uncle howled in tears, Li Wenmao suddenly pulled out the bloody spur, but did not look at the side. He shouted at the dark enemy in front of him: "Come on, you damn demons!"

The moment the body of his nephew and boss fell to the ground, Uncle San almost screamed a scream that humans could not make. Under hatred, the middle-aged man pulled the arrow at a faster speed in a more flexible posture than the top martial arts champion, and hit Li Wenmao's left shoulder with an arrow.

Li Wenmao screamed, and the Sun and Moon Army flag in his left hand shook violently, but he immediately held it tightly again. He turned his head and watched Li Mingchang jump over Zhao Wenluan's body with red eyes and chopped towards him.

As soon as the two of them had contacted their eyes, they could not help but be shocked without any anger or hatred.

Li Wenmao's eyes were not something that a soldier like him could bear. The momentum of killing the enemy unscrupulously, the contempt for life and death, and the contempt for him. At this moment, Li Mingchang felt a heavy blow in his chest.

He no longer dared to look at the other person's eyes, nor did his sword dare to slash like Zhao Wenluan. He staggered. As the other party Li Wenmao urged the horse forward, in the other party's crazy laughter, Li Mingchang, who was afraid to look at the other party, slashed the other party's thigh with a knife, and lost his accurate head, and slashed Li Wenmao's horse's leg with one knife.

Suddenly, the horse was crying and threw Li Wenmao down, and the Sun and Moon Army behind him had already surrounded Li Wenmao with blood all over his body. Li Mingchang could only retreat.

In a terrifying laugh, Li Wenmao stood up from the dead horse again with an arrow. He pushed one of his subordinates off the horse, and rode up again with a smile. The Sun and Moon Legion flag stood up again in Hunan and Song armies.

Facing the enemy like a tide in front of him, the Sun and Moon Army's head book, this once opera book seemed to have been alive for this moment all his life. He slanted the military flag and faced the Hunan Army camp. He yelled: "My sons! I am no one in China! Kill the Qing demons!!"

Li Mingchang and Uncle San looked at the terrifying person, only three meters apart. But they couldn't help but retreat timidly, allowing Zhao Wenluan's cold body to be trampled unscrupulously by the long-haired officer.

Not only them, the entire fighting camp began to retreat. First, Gan Yong could not withstand the Sun and Moon Army's death attack. Many of them fled towards the camp. The supervision team could not stop killing everywhere, defeating the Hunan Army soldiers in the middle of the battle, and soon fled into a torrent. The Hunan Army defeated again in the middle of the battlefield in a battle with the Sun and Moon Army's cold weapons.

The Hunan Army Express Corps, which fought to the death in the infantry formation, also tasted the pain. The hedgehog was not afraid of the siege of the infantry and cavalry. Under the cold command of Zhuang Lizhong in the formation, although their demon soldiers fell one by one, the Hunan Army fell more!

Taqibu rode his horse and led the iron stream like a black wind, spinning around the iron barrel, but he could only vainly disturb the increasingly thick and pungent white mist on the edge of the array, rolling and stirring in despair, at the cost of his life and flesh.

Soon, the cavalry of Tachibu was less and less, even fewer and fewer horses were less and less. This hedgehog formation could not break through and was still taking the life of his brave soldier unscrupulously.

The infantry that followed him later was hit by three rows of shooting and bayonet attacks by the Haizi camp people who retreated to the artillery position and reorganized the army, and they were almost completely injured. Now, with this cavalry attack, the formation of the Haizi camp, which is waiting for battle, is afraid that it will be a death!

"Are you going to lose?" Taqibu, the brave general who was walking around the fourth circle around this terrifying round formation, felt terrible for the first time. He saw with his own eyes that these soldiers were actually Han people, but they had never heard of their strange tactics.

At this time, he saw chaos in his camp, and the sun and moon flags kept pushing the tilted Hunan Army flags forward, and they could no longer hold on!

With a long sigh, the horse controlled the horse through the milky and pungent smoke around the hedgehog array. Taqi's hand holding the horse reins he hesitated for the first time. When the horse stance was not moving forward, he didn't know whether to continue to disturb the situation in vain, and use the so-called invincible cavalry to fight against hundreds of smoothbore rifles, or immediately jumped directly toward the camp.

Finally, in the screams of his subordinates behind him, the commander suddenly raised his rifle and pointed at the direction of the camp, and ordered weakly: "The melee battle is not good, withdraw first!"

But before he could put his rifle down, he screamed and lay on the back of the horse. With the support of the guards coming from behind, he did not fall off the horse. He barely picked up the rifle and saw it, and almost fell to the ground: a lead bullet hit his right hand holding the rifle, and his ring finger and tail finger were beaten so hard that he had to hold the rifle in his palm, and only three fingers were left to hold the rifle in his hand----This right hand book is useless!

"Retreat!" Facing this fierce horse-rejecting musket bayonet formation, Taqibu no longer dared to have any extravagance to defeat it. He barely held the carriage with three blood-dripping fingers, shouting, and fled the terrifying square formation with his subordinates in a hurry.

Looking at the group of soldiers who fled in a panic, filling up ammunition on one side of their quadrons, hoping to shoot more shots at the group of guys behind them, while the other soldiers who were not in the shooting position were already cheering loudly, laughing at the stupidity of these dogs - they dared to attack the ring defense formation of Tianzi Camp? - Of course, half an hour ago, they didn't know that the ridiculous turtle formation they had practiced for a long time was so useful. All this complicated formation transformation made them remember was the pain of the instructor's stick and whip.

"Success!" Zhu Qingzheng yelled in disbelief in disbelief, and behind him were the applause of foreigners--the well-trained Chinese in this camp were their glory, and it was also the glory of the soldiers and officers of the Song Dynasty.

On the battlefield, seeing how many of his brothers were knocked down by the Hunan Army's flying axe and cavalry, Zhuang Lizhong held the military flag with a blank expression, looked at the dense crowd fighting to the death ahead, and issued a series of orders: to withdraw the seriously injured and bodies from the camp! The entire camp formation was converted into a solid square formation!

Faced with the melee situation not far ahead, he did not intend to use three rows of arrays to project the maximum firepower, but to use solid square arrays to attack the opponent's straits like waves and completely repel the Qing army.

He quickly entered the battlefield behind him as he did. He used two square formations to drive over, but the reasons were different. When the Haizi Battalion was defeated by Tachibu from behind, the personnel suffered a great loss, and the military band was completely destroyed. All soldiers could only maintain the consistency of advance and retreat by the officers verbally shouting tickers.

Zhuang Lizhong stood on the far right of the phalanx. He watched his soldiers form rows of square formations beside him. He handed over the military flag to the first soldier leaning beside him--grenadier Liu Dingqiang, and said, "Now you are a flag-holder."

"yes!sr!" Liu Ding roared fiercely. He suddenly took the military flag. As soon as the flagpole leaned against his chest, his chest immediately stood up even more uncontrollable. This was a huge honor. From this moment on, he almost represented the Tianzi Camp.

The battalion commander of Haizi Battalion ran over in person. He looked at Zhuang Lizhong and his face turned red involuntarily, and his waist could not stand straight. He stopped talking for a moment before saying, "Bath Commander Zhuang, our military band has been sacrificed all. I hope you can give us some!"

"No problem!" Zhuang Lizhong immediately dispatched half of the soldiers of his military band. He followed the battalion commander of the Haizi Battalion into the Haizi Battalion formation.

The young battalion commander of Haizi Battalion, who had been blushing, looked at the Tianzi Battalion in the right front and began to move forward. The 17-year-old battalion commander looked at the group of soldiers around him who had just been defeated. He pulled out his saber in anger and almost shouted at the top of his lungs: "All battalion move forward! Step in unison!"

Liu Yongfu, the battalion commander of Haizi Battalion, looked at the Hunan Army who was in a bitter hatred of rushing up to tear their flesh with red eyes, because he had just commanded Haizi Battalion to fight as smoothly as Tianzi Battalion, and was as brave as the bayonet charge his soldiers, but at this moment, the Hunan Army cavalry that emerged from somewhere broke his formation behind his back. It was like just picking up a chicken leg and sending it to the mouth. He was slapped by someone else in the face, and compared with Zhuang Lizhong's confrontation, Liu Yongfu wanted to kill him.

Of course it is not jealousy, but fear and shame. In his eyes, although Zhuang Lizhong is at the same level as him, the faint Zhuang Lizhong is his superior.

Although he was as young as Zhuang Lizhong, he was only 17 years old. However, Zhuang Lizhong was His Majesty's confidant and followed His Majesty to fight south and north. When Zhao Kuo led his troops into Guangdong, he was just a small sailor in Qinzhou, Guangdong (now Guangxi). Later, because his whole family was a heaven and earth association, Liu Yongfu immediately joined Zhao Kuodi's army and followed Zhuang Lizhong to attack Guangzhou.

However, one day when Zhao Kuo was selecting young soldiers to join the new army, he seemed to be extremely interested in his name and hometown.

Moreover, Liu Yongfu was also very eyed by His Majesty and took him directly into the circle of the Children's Book Army. He could meet the emperor at any time, receive personal teachings from the emperor, and often attended His Majesty's family banquet. He was qualified to be called the Gan'er's book by outsiders.

However, in front of these people, he was a little sailor who was ashamed of himself. There is no need to say that the three giants of the children's book army, Zhuang, Zhao, and Luo, not only fought south and north, but also had outstanding achievements in each party. Zhuang Lizhong was his old superior. Many of his younger generations were much better than him, not to mention that many people recited the Bible as if they were like flowing. He only read a few words.

Zhao Kuo's use of Liu Yongfu himself, even Liu Yongfu himself knew that it was a promotion like a second kick.

"I think a person's genes determine his behavior. Since you have done it, you can do it now." Zhao Kuo stared at him for a long time when he met for the first time, and said something he couldn't understand at all. Then Zhao Kuo laughed: "Yes, he has a good face and will be a brave general."

The whole family is full of Zhao Kuo’s grace on both sides of public and private sides. Liu Yongfu naturally sold his life to Zhao Kuo. The young man had a good book training, so Zhao Kuo finally gave him the command of a new battalion, which was on par with Zhuang Lizhong!

Of course, what he didn't know was that when Zhao Kuo made this decision, he was also very hesitant and said to himself: "Although Liu Yongfu is a future general of the Black Flag Army, is Lao Shu too superstitious?" After hesitating for a long time, he still signed and murmured: "Forget it, the Black Flag Army has worked as a Frenchman. It is at least auspicious to use him."

In the parallel space of Zhao Kuolai, this little book is very powerful: Liu Yongfu (1837-1917). His name is Yuanting, and he was from Qinzhou, Guangdong (now Guangxi). He was a sailor in his early years. After the seventh year of Xianfeng (1857), he joined the anti-Qing uprising army led by Zheng San and Wu Yazhong, using the seven-star black flag as the military flag, and called the Black Flag Army. In the sixth year of Tongzhi (1867), the Qing army attacked Wu Yazhong's black flag army. The following year, Liu Yongfu led more than 300 remaining troops to settle in. The following year, Liu Yongfu led more than 300 remaining troops to settle in.

Baosheng (now the old street in Vietnam). He settled and settled Anmin. The team quickly grew to more than 2,000 people. Due to his strict military discipline, he was deeply supported by the local people. In the 12th year of Tongzhi, the French invading army attacked Hanoi, Vietnam and other places. At the request of the Vietnamese side, he led the Black Flag Army to fight in joint battles with the Vietnamese army. He defeated the French army in the western suburbs of Hanoi, and killed hundreds of people including the French leader Captain An Ye and others to recover Hanoi. The following year, the King of Vietnam granted him the position of Deputy Admiral of the Three Xuan, allowing him to manage the three provinces of Xuanhua, Xinghua and Shanxi.

But at this moment, Liu Yongfu was very depressed. He lost 100 soldiers in one defeat: this group of damn beasts actually ran away when they saw Qing Yao!

Look at Brother Zhuang’s land soldiers!

Just now standing in front of Zhuang Lizhong, he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

Looking at the Qing army in front of him, Taqibu's handsome flag eels were slid towards his camp like the one in the death battlefield of the Sun and Moon Army. Liu Yongfu's singularity was getting thicker: What can an officer wash away the shame? Only completely destroy the bastard who humiliated you!

The crusader Liu Yongfu was not the only one who wanted to clean up the shame brought by Taqibu.

Not far ahead, Li Wenmao, who fought hard to keep retreating from the Hunan-Jiangxi coalition forces, watched Tachibun's military flag slip through the battle group and fled to the camp, and was as furious as he had forgotten that he had just rescued the Crusaders behind him.

He yelled, and the horse-slingered rifle to pick up any braided soldiers in front of him. Under the crazy attack of the Sun and Moon Army, the commander failed to attack and returned to the camp, the Qing army could no longer resist. The soldiers threw their weapons and defeated them at the camp with pale faces.

Li Wenmao refused to forgive him and led the Sun and Moon Army to follow them to kill and slash.

Taqibu held his broken finger hand and dismounted in the camp with a pale face. He walked among his subordinates who were covered in blood all over the injured. He looked at the battle situation outside and stomped his feet hard and shouted: "Get out! Close the camp! Get ready to stay in the camp!"

Hearing the order from behind the scenes of withdrawing troops, Li Mingchang and his third uncle carried Zhao Wenluan's body and rushed into the camp with the defeated soldiers. Li Mingchang even wanted to cry in front of him--- Finally, there was no need to fight anymore.=First==

On the other side of him, Zhu Qingzheng issued an order like that, but his expression was extremely pleasant. He called the messenger and said, "Taqibu has already been angry, so let the various legions rest and fight again tomorrow."

But in the face of the commander's order, at least two officers on the battlefield roared loudly: "Stop the troops? Why!"

One was Li Wenmao, the Sun and Moon Army, who had red eyes, and the other was Liu Yongfu, the Crusader.

He turned his head in disbelief and looked at the camp behind him, then looked at the Qing army with the flags in front of him, and Liu Yongfu yelled at his phalanx: "Damn it! I'm so embarrassed! Why do you withdraw your troops!"

In front of the young company commander who was angry and embarrassed, everyone in Haiziying lowered their heads and was frustrated, and no one dared to see him.

Zhuang Lizhong's square formation had already begun to prepare to go back and rest after turning the order back, and he never questioned his superior's orders.

Although Li Wenmao and Liu Yongfu were furious, they also reorganized their troops and retreated to the camp. It was the duty of soldiers to obey orders.

The Hunan Army camp was already in chaos. After carrying guns, bird guns, cannons, bows and arrows, holding these soldiers, after ordering to run to his camp in a hurry, they stared at the Guangdong Changmao Army slowly retreating to his camp with nervous expressions. Outside the camp, the winner Sun and Moon Army was carrying their own casualties and wounded soldiers, and at the same time they robbed and killed the living or dead enemies lying on the battlefield, and cursed the Hunan Army who were hiding in the camp with the most vicious words. They could hear clearly the unscrupulous scolding of the Hunan Army, Xianfeng, Zeng Guofan, and Taqibu behind the Muzha.

These things were originally done by the Hunan Army to the scared Song Army yesterday. No one expected that in just one day, everyone fell on both sides.

Li Mingchang stood foolishly in the camp. In front of him, the commanders and brothers of his team died almost all day long. Zhao Wenluan was lying on a shelf of books, his face still staring at and gritting his teeth. Next to him was Da Li. His younger brother was killed by musket yesterday, and today he was also hit by muskets at close range. His whole leg was soft, as if even his bones were broken. When Li Mingchang and his friends withdrew from the camp, they found that the wounded was dead and it was in great pain.

Uncle San and the others squatted beside Li Mingchang, who was standing stupidly. He cried so hard that he couldn't help but listened quietly, and the entire Hunan Army barracks were filled with crying sounds.

Li Mingchang stepped forward and slowly covered his friend's hand. His boss Zhao Wenluan opened his eyes angrily and gently closed his eyelids. For a moment, tears rolled down his eyes.

The third uncle beside him suddenly pounced on Zhao Wenluan and shouted: "Big nephew, you can't die! You can't die!"

"Uncle San..." Li Mingchang choked and went to pull Uncle San. But Uncle San suddenly stood up and shouted to the dark clouds rolling on his head, "God, why don't you open your eyes!"

Li Mingchang sighed and raised his head. The dark clouds pressed over his head like a lead block that suffocated him. He murmured, "So you are really blind..."

But before he could vent his vent, his eyes suddenly closed and a big drop of water fell on his face.

Then another drop, almost in the blink of an eye, God seemed to be angry, pouring down all the rain that had accumulated for a day, pouring down heavily. On the ground, on the corpses, on the wounded, and even the servants who ran away from the rain, the same as white mist-like water burst out.

At the same time, he sat in a chair in the camp avenue. Listening to the strange military music of the zombie army coming from the shouting and scolding of Song Jun outside, Taqibu seemed to be stupid. Although his disabled right hand was covered with a wound cloth, it was still bleeding. He let it sway outside the armrest without any sense, without moving, letting the first drop of rain fall on his shaved forehead, and wipe it unintentionally.

Tachib stretched out his disabled hand to pick up the rain. He widened his eyes: "It's raining?"

In the distance, Zhu Qingzheng, who was in a relaxed mood and chatting with Dou Wenjian, suddenly exclaimed. He reached his hand to the eaves of the tower in the tower and said, "It's raining?"

Li Wenmao, who had been responsible for breaking the evacuated crusaders on the battlefield, was riding bare-chested on the horse, holding a bloody rifle. He looked at the camp gate and the shadowy heads on the camp, and listened to the greetings of the personal soldiers beside him to Taqibu's female ancestors. At this time, a drop of water passed through his shoulders and the bloodstains of the enemy that had broken down. Li Wenmao stretched out his hand, looked upward, and murmured: "It's raining?"

"Bang" A sound came from the high hat. Zhuang Lizhong, who was walking towards the camp in the distance with the soldiers, raised his head and tightened his eyes: "It's raining?"

A minute later, heavy rain covered the battlefield and the camps of the two armies.

Taqibu stared at the white water splashes in the rain, and he shouted suddenly, "It's raining!" Then he turned his head to outside the camp gate, and the enemy's flags appeared faintly in the rain.

"It's raining!" Zhu Qingzheng looked at the sudden heavy rain, his whole body trembled, turned his head and asked the foreign instructor, "It's raining!"

Li Wenmao stretched out his hand in the heavy rain, washing away the blood on his body and his shame, but suddenly he was shocked and looked at the foreign gun team not far behind. He shouted: "It's raining!"

Zhuang Lizhong's military uniform was immediately wet. He turned his face and looked at the enemy camp behind him, but gritted his teeth and said, "It's raining!"

Liu Yongfu immediately stopped on the spot, and his soldiers lined up next to him. He slowly turned around and looked at the enemy camp, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's raining!"

rainstorm!

Tachibu knows that kind of musket!

Tachibu looked at the foreign gun team that had not retreated far away and immediately issued an order like a cannon: "The heavy rain is like a beating! Their guns will be affected! The entire army will immediately complete the war drums, and immediately leave the camp to decide the victory and defeat with the enemy!"
To be continued...