When the Qing army's artillery array approached the 150-meter mark, Liu Sheng picked up the assault rifle at hand, said to Zhao Xin, "I'll go take a look," and rushed out of the command post with the guards. He instinctively felt that the situation was not good, and the Qing cavalry on the opposite wings seemed to be ready to move.
The snow is still falling, and the black land where no one has walked has turned to white. Liu Sheng breathed white air and ran quickly to the heavy machine gun fire point between the two trenches. He waved the machine gunner away impatiently and stood in the firing position.
He asked his guards to notify the other five heavy machine gun fire points and ask them to always pay attention to his place; as soon as a shot was fired here, the other five fire points would immediately start shooting at the Qing cavalry on both wings!
In fact, fortunately Liu Sheng came over, otherwise the situation on the Western Front would be really hard to say!
Most of the soldiers on the Western Front are recruits who joined the army this year on the front line and have no battlefield experience. When they faced the Qing army's large-scale battle formation for the first time, many people were frightened by the Qing army's menacing drums and cannon fire.
Is this the legendary military power of the Celestial Kingdom? !
The gongs and drums are noisy, the flags are fluttering, and the swords and guns are impressive! Although there were not tens of thousands of Qing troops deployed on the western front, the power of the four thousand cavalry plus the three musket phalanxes in the middle was still overwhelming, and the pressure was so overwhelming that people were suffocated. Except for the hob meat like Monk Zhou, most people are not afraid of it. That’s hell!
You must know that most of these soldiers were refugees in ragged clothes, hungry, and struggling to die every day last year. If it weren't for the Qing army's attack, Zhao Xin wouldn't want to use these people. Therefore, even after half a year of crazy training, these recruits are still far from being qualified modern soldiers.
The result of asking his subordinates to catch up is that leaders must take the lead in everything, otherwise they will not be able to ensure the fighting confidence of their subordinates.
Liu Sheng raised the ring sight above the gun, pulled the handle twice with his right hand to load the gun, then held the handle and gently pressed the trigger with his thumbs.
At this time, the temperature was close to zero, but a large amount of sweat was still slowly flowing down Liu Sheng's cheeks. He was also a little frightened. Now without the Thor as a buffer, he would have to face a sea of people.
In the command post in the old city behind him, Zhao Xin no longer looked at the display screen. He picked up the phone and connected to the ZU-23 anti-aircraft gun position.
"Mark my words! After all the heavy machine gun positions open fire, you immediately shoot at the wings of the Qing cavalry! Drive them toward the center and disrupt their formation!"
"yes!"
"You repeat it!"
"After the heavy machine gun fires, shoot on both wings and drive the cavalry toward the center!"
As soon as the words on the phone fell, the third conch horn sounded in the Qing army's formation. A hundred meters away, three musket phalanxes began firing, while the cavalry at the rear of the phalanx had begun to advance as a team.
When thick white smoke rose from the musket array on the opposite side and hundreds of muskets began to spray iron bullets, Liu Sheng pointed the muzzle of his gun at the right-wing cavalry and pressed the firing trigger!
"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!" Six rounds of 0.50 BMG carried 18,000 joules of kinetic energy, and they got into the crowd of cavalry in the blink of an eye.
A Qing soldier holding a red flag suddenly lost his head, and the warhead that changed its path continued to hit the chest of a war horse behind him; the upper body of a Qing soldier a few meters away to his left was suddenly shot into two pieces; The head of the horse under the famous cavalry suddenly exploded!
The sudden change frightened more than a dozen cavalrymen around them. They thought they had encountered a ghost in broad daylight and were so frightened that they could not even speak. But then, these cavalrymen were shot and fell off their horses one after another. Either their arms flew into the sky with the weapons in their hands, or their upper bodies were beaten to pieces by bullets. When the horses of a few lucky ones were hit by bullets, they were severely beaten directly. They fell to the ground, and the heavy weight of the horse made them unable to move.
The headless flag-bearer was still sitting on the horse, with blood spurting from his charred cavity. After a while, when the blood stopped gushing, the headless flag-bearer fell sideways and fell off the horse, but the red flag in his hand was still held tightly.
The observers of several other heavy machine guns had been holding up their binoculars to pay attention to Liu Sheng's movements. When they saw Liu Sheng firing, they hurriedly shouted to the shooters beside them: "Shoot! Shoot!"
"Bang bang bang!..."
"Da da da da da!" The four ZU-23 anti-aircraft guns firing flatly also roared. The main shooter put his eyes on the scope and gently stepped on the shooting pedal. Twenty rounds of 23×152mm artillery shells spewed out of the muzzle like lightning, and rushed into the middle of the Qing cavalry with a huge roar. What a flesh and blood mill, hell on earth!
When the artillery shells began to roar, clouds of blood mist and minced meat mixed with people and horses had already exploded and tumbling in the air. The Qing cavalry and horses that were hit did not even have a chance to scream, and were directly beaten to pieces. Meat. Within a ten-meter radius of the impact point, the ground was covered with broken limbs with bones, the bodies of struggling horses, and blood.
"Help!"
"Buddha and Bodhisattvas!"
"vomit!"
The surrounding Qing cavalry screamed in fright, and the original attack formation immediately fell into chaos; they instinctively drove their horses to shrink toward the center of the formation.
Hearing the whistling sound of artillery shells coming from the road, the border archers behind the three square formations of Qing army musketeers all looked at each other. They couldn't see what was happening on the two wings at all. They thought to themselves: Why did the artillery battalion fire in advance? Did the assistant commander of the artillery camp have a full meal this morning or was he tired of living?
In the headquarters, Zhao Xin shouted to Jiuzang on the phone: "I order you to start counterattack!"
Zhao Xin didn't plan to wait any longer, and he didn't bother to think about where the third Qing army was. At this moment, Zhao Xin finally figured it out. On such a large battlefield, he and Liu Sheng were both at the stick level and had no command experience at all; and the soldiers under his command were not veterans and had no battle experience. Then let’s deal with the Qing army that threatens us the most first and then talk about the rest!
As for Fukangan, wait until he arrives and let him taste what it means to be shaken!
"Yes! Start fighting back!" Jiuzang replied firmly and decisively on the phone.
"Du~~! Du~~!" As a sharp whistle sounded from the middle of the position in Beihai Town, the company commanders of each company also blew the whistles hanging around their necks one after another.
"Quick! Quick! Get your gun and get ready to shoot!"
Upon hearing the whistle, Monk Zhou quickly raised his gun and lay down on the trench, aiming straight ahead. Platoon leader Yachiro bent down and walked behind the soldiers, saying the same words behind each soldier like a mother-in-law: "Don't be hasty when shooting, shoot one at a time! Aim and then shoot!"
When Miichiro was involved in the raid on Fukang'an Camp last year, he had no battlefield experience at all. He fired ten rounds of bullets and didn't even know whether he had hit or not.
When he reached Monk Zhou's position, the whistle suddenly stopped. Mishi Lang took a step forward, hurriedly lay down next to Monk Zhou, and raised his gun to aim at a Qing artilleryman behind the shield car.
"Monk, don't worry, aim and shoot one at a time!"
"Hey! Don't worry! I'll fight whoever doesn't let me have enough to eat!"
"Fire!"
"Bang bang bang bang..." Five hundred rifles made a sound like exploding beans on the position. The Qing army's shield truck on the opposite side was hit with sawdust flying everywhere, and a dozen people squatting behind the shield to push the cart. The Qing soldiers immediately fell to the ground and died, while the musketeers behind the shield cart fell to the ground in the direction of the bullets, as if someone had hit them hard with a hammer. They were like cutting wheat.
Among those Qing soldiers who were lucky enough to survive, many did not even scream. The burning sensation and severe pain caused by the bullets' penetration made them faint quickly. Several Qing army musketeers who were hit in their limbs let out heart-rending screams because of the severe pain from their wounds!
"Eniang~Eniang~ah!"
After firing a shot, Monk Zhou looked at the scene in front of him in shock. He did not expect that the weapon in his hand was so powerful. Was the Qing army on the opposite side who was in severe pain the most alive hit by him? At this moment, his energy and blood surged, and his whole person entered an extremely excited state. He could also control the life and death of others!
"Military Gate! Military Gate!" Namuzha, the co-leader, got off his horse and knelt down in front of Duerjia. "The thieves' guns were too powerful, and the cavalry on both wings suffered hundreds of casualties!"
Duerjia had long heard the whistling sound of artillery shells in Beihai Town, but he didn't know what it was. At this moment, after listening to Namuzha's report, he shouted: "Blow the drums! Sound the gongs! On the archers! When the archers are finished, the whole army presses forward! The cavalry on both wings charge into the formation! We must break through the thieves' defense line!"
Wukanbei, who was standing behind the Qing army's artillery array, had no idea what was happening in front of him. Many people wanted to peek in and watch, but they were afraid of military discipline. Hearing the sound of a gong from behind, the leader of the team waved his hand vigorously, and Wukanbei knew it was time for the archers to take action. He stared closely at the triangular red flag of his team, passed through the gap between the three square formations, and stood in front of the square formation's flag.
Along the way, the sound of bullets flying by and the screams of Qing soldiers being shot could be heard endlessly. Wukanbei thought to himself that these damn "Oros" firearms were really powerful.
Immediately afterwards, drums sounded in the square array behind them. These "retreating barbarians" composed of border residents did not understand the lethality of modern weapons at all. They tried to spread out and form a long snake formation in two rows, but the bullets whizzed in and hit them one after another and fell to the ground.
The drum sound suddenly stopped, and "Dang!" was sounded again. Wukanbei followed the others and stood up despite the rain of bullets. He turned sideways, took out the long arrow from the bag, and was ready to raise his bow and throw it. In just a short time, hundreds of border archers were shot and fell to the ground.
"Dong! Dah!" The drum sound started again, and the drum and the side were knocked once.
Including Wukambe, the remaining people began to raise their bows and nock arrows, and the rapid beating of drums passed quickly. At this time, a noisy and chaotic shout came from the square behind them, "Kill~~~!"
"Bang!" The sound of hundreds of bowstrings formed a dull roar. Hundreds of long arrows flew out from behind the Qing army's shield vehicle and fell overwhelmingly towards the trenches of Beihai Town. This is not an artillery that cannot be fired, and a musket that can only cause negligible casualties.
After Wukanbei shot an arrow, he took out another long arrow and quickly put it on the bow. Just as he was about to cum again, he felt a tremor all over his body, and a somewhat familiar burning sensation came from his left shoulder. Like fallen leaves in autumn, Wukanbei fell behind the shield cart; then he fainted from the severe pain.
In the trench, when they saw the Qing army starting to shoot arrows, the commanders of each squad, platoon and company shouted to take cover almost simultaneously. A small number of soldiers immediately retracted their bodies and pressed their bodies tightly against the inside of the trench; most of the recruits were still pulling the triggers. , the deafening gunfire in the ears has covered up the shouts of the surrounding comrades. Amidst the sound of swishing arrows, the Qing artillery battalion began another round of shooting. At this time, the second battalion led by Jiuzang immediately suffered casualties.
Monk Zhou stood up and saw that his platoon had suffered heavy casualties from a hail of arrows. His eyes were red. He cursed angrily. Just as he was about to raise his gun to shoot, he found that the bullets were out. He immediately took out a magazine. When it's good, point towards the opposite side and pull the trigger continuously.
After firing ten bullets in one breath, Monk Zhou turned his head and was about to reload the magazine. From the corner of his eye, Monk Zhou saw a flash of fire on the opposite side. He turned around and saw a Qing gunner inserting the fire fork into the gun port.
Monk Zhou shouted in surprise: "They are going to fire!" After saying that, he fell into the trench.
When he saw that the Qing army dared to fire again, Zhao Xin from the headquarters hurriedly called and ordered the four forts to fire at the Qing army's artillery.
No matter how the Qing army roared with artillery, when the iron bullets weighing less than a kilogram hit the thick earth wall and the dust was flying, the four ZU-23 turrets set up fifty meters behind the position were still spitting out orange-red gunfire. flame.
Four thousand cavalrymen from Zhasak Mongolia were beaten and turned upside down, leaving corpses strewn across the field. These cavalrymen had been stunned by the fierce artillery fire. They forgot to escape at first and jumped off their horses to try to escape.
Suddenly, they turned around and saw the Chinese army's banner suddenly falling down, so they could no longer hold it on and all mounted their horses and fled westward.
Durga ran away, he was scared out of his wits! The fierce firepower of Beihai Town caused him to lose two of his three souls, leaving only one of his seven souls; at this moment, he just wanted to escape from this flesh and blood mill!
The soldier in charge of communications held the phone and covered his ear with one hand, conveying Zhao Xin's new order quickly and loudly.
When the muzzle rotation of the anti-aircraft gun was completed, the Qing artillery battalion in the middle was in dire straits before it had time to escape! In the ensuing bombings, those Qing artillerymen who had no time to escape were beaten to pieces. Several copper cannons weighing 200 to 300 kilograms were blown up, mixed with body parts flying in the air, and fell to the ground with a dull sound. The sound of impact. As streams of blood mist sprayed in the crowd, the surviving Qing soldiers cried for their fathers and mothers after being beaten. They no longer cared about the cannons. They threw down the tools and weapons in their hands and turned around and ran away.
"Ah sneeze!"
As the Qing troops gradually disappeared on the battlefield, Monk Zhou was choked by the smoke that filled the defense line and sneezed heavily. He wiped his nose with his sleeve. The rush caused by the intense secretion of adrenaline had not yet dissipated. A wave of excitement mixed with excitement and other indescribable emotions flowed in his chest.
Monk Zhou started singing again, but this time it was no longer the northern ditty of "Drazing the Jujube Pole", but the military song of Beihai Town. As the passionate singing sounded, the soldiers from the three surrounding companies also began to sing along. Gradually, the singing became louder and louder, piercing the smoke and echoing under Jurgen City.
"I am so angry that the rain has stopped at the corner! I look up to the sky and roar with great enthusiasm~~ Thirty years of fame and dust~ Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon! Don't wait for the young man's head to turn gray~ The sky is filled with sorrow!
Jingkang shame ~ still not snow! When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished? Driving a long chariot through the Helan Mountains, my ambitions were hungry, eating Huns' meat, laughing, and thirsty for drinking the blood of the Huns! Wait for ~ to clean up the old mountains and rivers from ~ the beginning ~ Chaotian Que! "
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