The cannons sounded, the drums beat loudly, and the Zuo Xianfeng Town led by Shi Lang rolled forward. The two thousand soldiers of Zuo Xianfeng Town were comparable in number to the two thousand or so regiment training troops of Wu Liuqi.

Attacking a camp is different from attacking a city. Shi Lang did not prepare any lookout towers, charging carts or ladders. All his troops were veterans who had fought bloody battles in Guangdong and Guangxi for many years. At this moment, they marched forward upon hearing the drum and marched neatly, even Chen in the distance.

Kai couldn't help but admire it from the side.

The weapons and equipment of Wu Liuqi's unit are much better than those of Jianglong. Not to mention that Wu Liuqi served as an officer in the Ming army and was relatively knowledgeable. He only mentioned that he was the chief soldier of Fengshun Battalion and later occupied the strategic location of Sanheba.

The income per year and the availability of firearms are beyond the former's imagination.

At this moment, on the other side of Dabu County, the artillery fire from the attacking side was singing a one-man show, but here, as Zuo Xianfeng Town continued to approach, the first round of artillery fire sounded successively behind the formations of both sides.

The artillery roared and the shells whizzed past, drawing parabolas over the remaining plum blossom piles before crashing into the arms of the opponent.

There was not even a hint of tenderness here. The artillery shells from Zuo Xianfeng Town swept the front of the camp. In front of the iron shells, whether it was antlers, horses, or the walls of the camp that had just been reinforced, they were as brittle as paper.

The clods of soil splashed by the bomb crater were carried and smashed towards the group drill who was waiting behind the village wall.

Clods of soil were swept away, noses were bruised and faces were swollen, bamboos and trees were flying, bones and tendons were broken, and from time to time, artillery shells directly hit the village wall, penetrating it with the regiment trainers behind it.

In contrast, the number of artillery pieces under Wu Liuqi's command was smaller, and their range could not be compared with that of the Zheng family and other local tycoons who always used large-caliber naval guns to attack the city. The artillery shells flew past, and most of them hit the soldiers' path forward.

However, although the accuracy of the larger-caliber artillery pieces that Wu Liuqi always regarded as treasures was not very good, occasionally shells rolled into the crowd, killing several people in just an instant, and the wailing sound was also the same as that of the people in the camp.

Sounded like an opponent.

Most of the interior of the camp is still hidden within the walls made of wood and bamboo. However, in the face of casualties and the regiment training archers waiting in the distance, Zuo Xianfeng Town has not changed at all and is still advancing expressionlessly to the sound of war drums.

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When they reached about 150 steps, there was no need for Shi Lang and the mid-level and senior officers to take command. The junior officers gave the order without hesitation. The sword players in the front row raised their shields one after another to cover themselves and the robes behind them.

A shield formation formed in unison as they advanced.

The order to "raise the placard" had just been responded to, and at this moment, over at the camp, the archers from the group training also launched their projectiles at the enemies in the distance.

The arrows flew up from behind the wall until they reached the top of the parabola. When they ran out of power, they were driven down by inertia and gravity. The arrows that shot straight out from the gaps in the wood of the wall were relatively smooth.

The trajectory headed straight towards the battle formation in Zuofiang Town.

The effect of the first round of shooting was very poor. Almost no arrows could reach the range of the battle formation, let alone cause effective damage to the soldiers in Zuoxiang Town. Only arrows stuck on the ground were left.

On the ground, it looks like fallen feathers.

Next, the arrow shafts were broken, the tail feathers were stained, the arrows disappeared into the soil, and some were just pairs of big feet passing by. Shooting with a walking bow is not like a blunderbuss. If the shooting method is not used in turn, it will take time to reload.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, the second round shot up into the sky and hit Tengpai's shield in an instant.

The shield is light, but its area is not small at all. The soldiers in Zuoxiang Town are basically veterans. How they should be in the battle formation and at what angle they should hold their shields are all part of their blood.

The arrows swept across, and there was a burst of crackling on the shield. Some of them might be lucky enough to pass through the gap in the shield and be inserted into the bodies of the soldiers. Soldiers would immediately replenish the shields to maintain the integrity of the shield array as much as possible.

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The army was still advancing in the rain of arrows. When there was a slight gap, the archers from Zuoxiang Town fired back from behind. By the time they reached the shallow ditch in front of the camp, the antlers and twigs in front of the camp were all in pieces.

There were a lot of damages to the wall of the village. But at this moment, Zuo Xianfeng Town did not rush to launch a charge, but stopped in the rain of arrows.

A moment later, the artillery was pushed to the front of the formation, and the gunners were protected by large shield hands. A moment later, with the roar, the wall in front of them, which was still more or less in shape, was immediately reduced to a state of being riddled with holes.

"Kill the thieves!"

Inside the village wall, there are stumps, broken arms, and rivers of blood. There is no incongruity with the tattered antlers and branches and the village wall riddled with holes. There are wailings and cries among the chaotic crowd, trying to restore the decline.

The shouts seemed humble and lowly.

Outside the village wall, Shi Lang's commanding flag pressed forward, and the soldiers of the brigade, led by the grassroots officers, crossed the advancing artillery. The arrows fired from the camp were already sparse, and a few dozen steps ahead, Wu Liuqi was rushing to dig.

The shallow ditch that came out was shallower on the left side of Xianfeng Town, while the side near the camp was slightly deeper, but it was only as high as a jump.

"It's so shallow, what's the use?"

Just as this idea came to Shi Lang's mind, he saw the soldiers who were the first to jump into the shallow ditch scream and howl. Based on experience, Shi Lang could guess what was going on inside even though he couldn't see it.

In fact, just as he expected, this shallow ditch is not just a semi-finished product that is not dug deep enough and has no water diversion. At least Wu Liuqi has done a layer of processing on this semi-finished product, which is actually better than the direct

Diversion is even more insidious.

Screams were heard one after another inside and outside the village wall. No matter inside the camp, the soldiers who jumped into the shallow ditch were all holding their left or right feet, looking at the straw sandals and socks that had passed through them in horror.

And on the bamboo sticks on the feet, there were still faint blood beads and even torn muscle tissue.

There were already many screaming soldiers under the shallow ditch. The distance between the front and back could not be supported by a single leap, so they could only slowly slide down from the edge, wading through the bamboo stick position, and finally climbed up to the one close to the camp.

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Shallow ditches and bamboo sticks, these seemingly inconspicuous arrangements really slowed down the attack momentum of Zuoxiang Town. On the battlefield, veteran generals like Shi Lang know very well what time means.

However, the army was already like this. No matter how much he wanted to readjust, he would not have a good chance.

"Go down with the order. The soldiers who are in the trench will form a formation to cover the rear team. Don't rush in hastily."

In fact, there was no need for Shi Lang to remind him of this point. The officers and soldiers on the front line were all experienced. As soon as they reached the side of the shallow ditch, they immediately formed an array with their license plates.

Gradually, more and more officers and soldiers were on the other side of the shallow ditch. But in this moment of respite, the inside of the camp seemed to have recovered from the chaos. Just waiting for an order from the camp, a team of gunmen
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