The uprisingers also had artillery, and now both sides were evenly matched.

Then the second shell swept away the entire roof of the house, and the third shell pierced the side wall, sweeping the things inside. These were at least eight pounds of artillery, and now the advantage was on the side of the insurrectionists.

"Sir, leave here quickly, it's too dangerous!" The guard beside him shouted urgently.

"Good job!" Songsan cheered behind the barricade. Beside him, two new British eight-pound mountain cannons were emitting white smoke. Behind him, two hundred insurgencies who had just received their weapons were eager to try, and in the farther arsenal, there were more people waiting for weapons.

Zhang Qi's face was very serious, the situation was already very bad, and the battle had entered a new stage. The barricades are now firing at him. Who knows whether they will change from defense to attack? Apart from dead and deserters, the number of enemies is at least 500, and he himself has less than 200 people who can fight. If the enemy finds that there are not many people here, they will be in trouble. The status will be reversed, and they will change from attackers to attacked. If the enemy rushed out of the barricade, everything may be over.

What to do? It is impossible to attack the barricade from the front. Strong attack is a fool. Two hundred people cannot drive away five hundred people. Strong attack is impossible, and waiting will be fatal. This situation must be ended, but how to end it?

"Mr. Zhang, how is the situation now?"

Zhang Qi turned around and saw Dioc's breathless face. He looked at Zhang Qi eagerly and said, "I have transferred two hundred people from Ximen, and I will give them all to you to command!"

Zhang Qi looked behind Dioc, and there were timid Burmese faces. He suddenly asked, "Who knows there is a road to bypass the barricade and go to the back of the vegetable market. Any road is OK, I have a great reward!"

As the translator stopped, the place was calm. After a moment, a Burmese soldier raised his hand timidly and replied: "I am a local and know that there is a path that leads to the back of the vegetable market!"

When Zhang Qi heard the translator's answer, he nodded and turned toward the adjutant.

"Yun Shang," said Gowan, "you can command it. Fight as much as you can. Use Green cannons to shoot fiercely at the barricades. You must restrain these people."

"I understand." Yun Shang said.

"Get everyone together, load the bullets, bayonets, and prepare to charge."

He leaned into Yun Shang's ear and said a few more words.

"Okay." Yun Shang said.

"Are our trumpeters here?" Zhang Qi asked again:

"exist"

"We have five trumpeters, you leave one and give me the rest."

The four horned hands lined up in front of Zhang Qi without a sound. Zhang Qi turned his head and said to Diocke, "Lend me the soldier who recognizes the way!" Then he selected ten people from the Shunjun. Finally, he pointed to a forage cart beside him and said, "You can weave some straw ropes and tie them to the rifle, so that they will not make a sound when they collided!"

One minute later, the soldiers completed the order. When Zhang Qi saw that everyone had done it, he ordered: "Everyone took off their shoes!" Then he took off his shoes first, then lined up with the Burmese soldier at the front, followed by the translator, and then Zhang Qi, followed by the trumpeter and soldiers. So the eighteen people slid like black shadows in the sound of gunfire from both sides and slipped into the desolate alley.

They groped along the winding wall for a while, and the Burmese soldier identified the direction in the dark like a dog with his nose and ears. The whole city seemed to be dead, and the citizens hid in the cellar, and all the doors and windows were sealed without a trace of light.

In this silence, the sound of gunfire on the street seemed particularly fierce, and the artillery battle continued. The two eight-pound cannons on the uprising side were squirting flames frantically, and they had gradually suppressed the enemy on the opposite side.

The Burmese soldier walked in the dark with confidence. After walking for twenty minutes, he came to the end of an alley and walked up the street from there, which was on the other side of the vegetable market.

The location changed. There were no fortifications on this side, and the barricade builders had always miscalculated at this point. The vegetable market was open. Zhang Qi and his men could enter under the wooden stakes, where there were more than a dozen flatbed trucks filled with ammunition, which had just been transported from the armory. They had to deal with eight hundred enemies, but from the back rather than from the front.

Zhang Qi whispered a few words to his subordinates. The rope wrapped around the gun was untied. Ten soldiers stood in the battle position at the end of the alley. The five famous players raised their horns and waited for orders.

The sound of cannons was intermittent. In the middle of the two shellings, Zhang Qi suddenly broke the silence with a military-shaped loud voice and shouted:

"Two hundred people go to the right, two hundred people go to the left, and the rest stay in the middle!"

Ten gunfires sounded, and five trumpeters blew the trumpet of charge.

Zhang Qi made a terrible shout:

"Get the bayonet! Go!"

Strange effects.

A large group of uprisingers who were peasants not long ago felt attacked behind them, thinking that another army had emerged from behind. At the same time, the Shun army commanded by Yun Shang, who occupied the other side of the street, also acted when they heard the sound of trumpets and rushed towards the barricade.

The rebels found themselves under enemy forces. They were panic and often exaggerated the facts. When they were panic, gunfire turned into cannons, noise turned into ghosts, and dog barking became the roar of lions. In addition, when they were panic, they would be defeated. Thus, an indescribable defeat occurred.

In a moment, the vegetable market became empty. The terrified people fled everywhere, and the little leaders were helpless. Song Chan killed two or three escapees, but to no avail. He could only hear a cry: "Escape quickly!" The army passed through the vegetable market like a sieve hole, disappearing in the streets and alleys, as fast as the wind swept the remaining clouds.

Some people fled to the barracks, but most people fled to the armory, just like frightened beasts, instinctively fled to their nests.

Shun Army won a great victory. Dioc, who watched the entire battle, was very excited and said to Zhang Qi and the seventeen people around him: "You only have eighteen, but they are worth one thousand!"

Zhang Qi stood up straight, but lowered his head slightly, responding to Dioc's praise.

Yun Shang led the soldiers, lit the torches and began to clean the battlefield. All those who could not escape surrendered, and the streets were covered with dead and wounded soldiers. But the battle was almost over and was always particularly fierce and cruel. Several people were making the final dying struggle, with cold guns placed from here or there, and they were finally surrounded in a house.

"Surrender!" The Burmese soldiers who had just arrived shouted loudly in Burmese, and a bullet shot from the window answered the persuasion. Yun Shang immediately issued an order to attack. He believed that it was very likely that the leader of the rebels would be among them, so he ordered to catch the alive as much as possible. Dozens of Burmese soldiers hid behind the flesh shields composed of more than a dozen prisoners and slowly moved towards the door. With a fierce fire exchange, the Burmese soldiers rushed into the house and started a cruel hand-to-hand combat. Finally, after paying a heavy price, the stubborn resisters were forced into a room and the bullets were exhausted.

Dioc walked into the room and saw a man about 1.68 meters standing in the room, carrying a rifle with a shattered buttstock in his left hand, a short axe in his right hand, and a slightly bent right leg in the corner of the house, and no one dared to approach him. Suddenly, Dioc saw him staggering twice and leaning against the wall behind him. Dioc hesitated for a moment, but still took two steps forward. Zhang Qi followed him closely, holding a revolver in his hand. Dioc whispered: "Who is your leader? Where is he?"

The man stared at Dioc tightly, his wounds were bleeding, and it flowed from the hem of his clothes to the ground in front of his feet, forming a very large pool.

"You have been captured. I know your leader is Songsan. Tell me where he is!"

The man didn't say a word.

"Tell me your name?" Dioc asked the third time.

"My name is Wildcat!"

"You are very brave. Put down your weapons. I will let someone heal your wounds and let you survive!" Dioc extended his hand to the other party.

The man looked at Dioc's outstretched hand, used all his last strength to swing the short axe in his right hand, and rushed towards Dioc. Zhang Qi, who was beside him, quickly knocked Dioc away, grabbed the short axe in his right hand with his left hand, and shot him twice in the chest with his right hand revolver. The man fell to the ground and died without saying a word.

"Scary guy!" Dioc looked at the corpse on the ground and whispered. He turned his head and asked Zhang Qi, "Mr. Zhang, what should we do now?"

"Continue to move forward and occupy the armory!" Zhang Qi replied: "If we can succeed, we will stick to it until tomorrow morning. If we fail, we will have to withdraw from the city and go to Lord Chen's military camp outside the city."

"You're right!" Dioc looked a little tired. He reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder and whispered: "Then I'll give you everything! Remember, you must grab that chanting and hang him in the square in front of the palace!"

"Yes, Lord Regent!" Zhang Qi stood up straight and saluted Dioc.

Song Chan witnessed this crushing defeat. He personally brought people to send the only two British-made eight-pound cannons to the barricade. When the defeat occurred, he withdrew from the battlefield under his protection, as if a god was protecting him. Although bullets flew across the battlefield, he did not even have any oil skin. When Song Chan returned to the armory, he immediately let the people who had not been completely reorganized leave the armory and asked them to take away as many weapons as possible, leaving only two hundred people who had been reorganized and ready to stick to it. Because the area of ​​the armory was limited and there was no use for too many people. It would be better to disperse some seeds. Even if he failed here, his career would have a chance to make a new career.

When Zhang Qi's troops arrived in front of the armory, it was already around two o'clock in the morning. He immediately ordered his subordinates to use eight-pound cannons to bombard the exterior wall of the armory to open the gap in the attack. The rebels in the armory fought back with fierce volleys, but under the bombardment of the eight-pound cannons, people kept falling down. Finally, the gunfire behind the wall gradually subsided. Zhang Qi stood up, carefully observed the position and width of the gap in the wall, and turned around and ordered: "Everyone took a bayonet, and when he heard the first whistle, he started to move forward! The second whistle shot and fired back on the ground, and the third started charging! Remember, the most stubborn bandits in the armory, their hands were covered with the blood of their brothers, don't take prisoners!"

The soldiers responded in a low voice. Zhang Qi looked at the gap where the smoke gradually dissipated, picked up the whistle from his neck and blew it hard. The soldiers of Shunjun walked out of the hidden place and lined up into two loose scattered lines to start to move forward. At this time, the battlefield suddenly became silent, with only a few sporadic gunshots. Zhang Qi walked back to the two Green cannons, staring at the gap with a nervous expression.
Chapter completed!