"How come there are more anti-traitor artillery than the imperial court, and the shells actually explode when fired. How can their shotguns shoot so far? It's completely unreasonable. Is it really God's blessing, Huo Dexing?" Fu Heng's scolding voice made everyone in the audience A green camp general beside him thought to himself involuntarily.
"General, no matter how powerful this anti-traitor firearm is, what can we do? This is not enough for our people to rush over. Look, their artillery has not fired." Lin Chengyu, the commander-in-chief of Jiangxi Green Camp, said with a smile on his face. Xiang Yong's casualties were completely unconcerned.
After Lin Chengyu said this, Fu Heng also paid attention, and his originally gloomy expression became much better.
Fu Heng still didn't care about Xiang Yong's casualties. In Fu Heng's view, as long as the rural warriors who were used as cannon fodder could lead the green battalion soldiers to the rebels, the wounded and wounded rural warriors would have been put to their best use.
Not to mention the thousands of Xiangyong who were injured and killed now, even if there were tens of thousands more casualties, Fu Heng would definitely not show any signs of sadness. After all, for this battle, Fu Heng was able to recruit nearly 100,000 local warriors, but now there are only 20,000 on the battlefield.
"boom…"
Another continuous volley of gunfire on the battlefield once again brought Fu Heng back to reality.
Yes, the rebel artillery fire stopped, but the rapid volley of gunfire never stopped from the first sound. With every sound, the Chinese attacking troops fell to pieces. Fortunately, they did not have these firearms on their left and right wings, otherwise they would not even have a chance to get close to the rebels.
"Yes, the rebel artillery stopped firing, but their muskets did not stop. The distance was more than a hundred feet. I didn't see it with my own eyes. I really can't believe that the shotgun can hit such a distance. How did the rebels do it?" Fu Heng did not dare to speak out this time, he just stood there quietly and looked at the battlefield.
If you don’t have confidence as a coach, how will the people below view this war and how can they have the confidence to fight?
In the early years of fighting against Jinchuan, if Fu Heng had not asked Qianlong to appoint Yue Zhongqi, who had been deposed and returned to his country, he might still be entangled in Sichuan now. It is better to say that Shaluoben was surrendered by Fu Heng because he was afraid of Yue Zhongqi.
Yue Zhongqi made great achievements in the Qing Dynasty throughout his life, but because of this, he was almost killed by Yongzheng. It's a pity that he died of illness the year before last, otherwise he could still be helping Fu Heng.
The crackling sound of muskets continued for several minutes, and more than 5,000 musketeers lined up in a row alternated their positions. After every gunshot, the Qing army Xiangyong who rushed to the front fell to the ground.
The distance of one hundred and fifty feet, whether it was far or close, would only take a minute or two for a person to sprint with all his strength. However, few Xiangyong are willing to rush to the front. After all, the further forward, the easier it is to die.
To rush forward is to die, and to retreat is also death. So smart people know how to let others walk a few steps faster than themselves. If there were too many people, the supervisors wouldn't be able to supervise them.
Even though the Xiangyong of the Qing army who were walking in front were knocked down layer by layer by the musketeers of the bandit suppressing army, under the strong pressure of the Green Camp soldiers and after the Xiangyong sacrificed many lives, the distance between the two armies was still slow. Slowly approaching in front of you.
Although the Qing army paid a lot of casualties to close the distance between the two armies, in the eyes of Fu Heng and others, everything was worth it. After all, these damn Xiangyong are just some consumables without combat effectiveness. As long as the green battalion soldiers can get close to the bandit-suppressing army and engage in hand-to-hand combat so that their firearms cannot function, then it doesn't matter how many country warriors die.
However, just when Fu Heng and others were about to breathe a sigh of relief and smile, they saw more than ten cannons being launched in front of the bandit suppression army.
The deep black muzzles of the cannon looked so cold under the sunlight. As soon as these more than ten cannons appeared, Xiang Yong, who was driven in front by the green battalion soldiers, was frightened and kept retreating.
On the battlefield, it is often said that veterans are afraid of guns and new recruits are afraid of artillery. Even if the hit rate of a cannon is much lower than the damage of a gun, once the cannon hits, it is almost always fatal. So when the cannon fired, not to mention the hit, the huge sound was enough to scare the recruits.
Seeing the artillery in front, Xiang Yong turned around with fear from the bottom of his heart and wanted to run back, but Xiang Yong behind was driven forward again. At this time, two waves of conflicting people crowded together, and the entire area became a mess.
"Hey..."
A wisp of white smoke rose from the cannon, and a trace of fire under the white smoke was rapidly burning the cannon primer.
"Bang..."
Accompanied by a deafening sound. A powerful burst of fire erupted from the cannon's muzzle, and hundreds of iron beads and gravel flew out.
"ah…"
"Ah...ah..."
…
All kinds of screams came in response. Those shot fired by the cannons of the bandit suppressing army were hit! The village heroes who were not yet dead were all covering their wounds and howling loudly.
At this moment, the Qing army Xiangyong who was in a mess in front of the artillery suddenly fell to the ground. The tragic situation of the fallen people made the survivors in front no longer think about anything else but how to leave this place of purgatory.
"Run quickly...the rebels are going to fire again..."
The escaping people shouted while retreating, trying to escape with more people to reduce the attention of the inspectors behind them.
One belt and two are infected by hundreds and thousands.
"boom…"
After the cannon fire came another volley of musketry.
Another piece of Xiangyong fell.
"Run...!"
The battle was so brutal that the country warriors, who had never been on the battlefield before, retreated without thinking.
Some people who were still dragging their steps forward slowly were still muttering something. I guess I was frightened by this battlefield that was like "purgatory" on earth.
"Snapped…"
With the sound of bullets hitting, the idiot fell down. Those who could still hold their wounds and scream came to their senses.
"Go back...go back quickly...you all go back to me." Yu Dubo, the general manager of the Green Camp in the middle army position, waved the steel knife in his hand and kept slashing at the villagers who were rushing behind.
At this moment, the originally sharp steel knife had been cut into a curled edge, and bright red blood kept flowing from the blade to the tip.
"Too many, really too many..." Yu Dubo kept saying as he looked at the village heroes who kept pouring back.
Fortunately, these village warriors were like sheep who would not resist. If other defeated soldiers had drawn their swords, they would have drawn their swords to fight against them.
Suddenly, Yu Dubo found that his knife-catching arm was shaking unnaturally a few times. He thought it was because of too many slashing movements.
Looking at the curled blade, the crowd was still pouring back. Yu Dubo was afraid.
"We haven't even seen the faces of the rebels yet. If you cut your own people, you can blunt the sword. How terrifying are the rebels in front of you?" Yu Dubo asked in his heart.
