Chapter 508 This Qing soldier is over, and there is nothing in Fujian to stop us from moving forward.

Although the three-day attack and defense cost Na Kuilun nearly a thousand horses, don't forget that he led 15,000 soldiers and horses, deducted 1,000, and still 14,000 soldiers and horses. At least compared with these two thieves, it is indeed more than enough.

Hearing the news of the attack in Fuzhou, he let 3,000 rebels drag the anger here for three days and finally broke through the surname. In a short time, Kui Lun made what he thought was the most correct choice. Three thousand soldiers and horses went to meet the invading enemy and led 10,000 troops. He intended to annihilate it in one fell swoop. Those anti-thieves who fought with themselves in Chunzhou City.

The result was not surprising at all. From the first shot to the end of the battle, it took no more than five minutes.

After this, after the Liang army left the city gate, it became a line of scattered soldiers under the city. The Qing army on Kuilun's side relied on the large number of people. In addition to leaving a thousand Chinese army, 9,000 soldiers and horses were all pressed directly in one breath, and the momentum was indeed strong enough.

The sound of footsteps made the dust on the ground tremble and float up in the air. The crazy weeds and shrubs were also swaying their branches and leaves. A pair of feet stepped on the ground, and a pair of hateful eyes looked at the dark demon-like figures under the wall in front of them as if they were in the night.

After three days of torture, the damn wall has become an obstacle that the Qing soldiers can't cross, but now, the other party is so arrogant that he foolishly takes the initiative to give up the strong castle and stand under the wall. The silent and silent provocation is enough to make any man with self-respect go around, enough to make any one The trained soldiers were so angry that they were about to explode.

The officers shouted loudly, using money and women's ** to improve the morale of these attackers, as if as long as they could trample those soldiers in black into mud, the happy heaven was at their feet.

The soldiers listened to the promises of the officers, and the greedy glow in their bloody eyes were like the heavily armed leeches that broke into the hospital blood bank. Their noses were as heavy as an angry bull, and the frequency of their footsteps began to accelerate unconsciously.

Opposite

, there is still a dead silence, as if those guys were just a group of shadows illuminated by the sun shining on the wall. Kui Lun sat firmly on the mount and seemed to play with the whip leisurely. In fact, his little liver was jumping crazily. He kept hoping that the soldiers could walk faster and faster. He hoped that the rebels on the opposite side would not be intimidated by such a powerful military force and scared back into the city, so that he could lose a full A great opportunity to annihilate this force.

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On the wall, from the other end of the city wall to the other end of the city wall, all the mortars of the mortar battalion are neatly arranged, the bright and dark gun body, the neat shells that have been taken out of the ammunition box, and the artillery soldiers who have adjusted their range also maintain a standby posture. He is silently waiting for the order to be issued.

And under the wall, 2,000 fierce warriors wearing steel helmets and cold eyes faced the mountain-like enemy without any timidity at all. They walked out of the castle and stood at the bottom of the wall, because they had infinite self-confidence and an incomparable desire for victory.

With a command, all the soldiers picked up the rifle placed on their side, holding the gun in both hands, and then checked the magazine and magazine as the order was issued. The bolt sounded with the friction and impact of the gun body, and then stopped in an instant. Except for the officer's order and the movement of the gun body parts, no one made a trace of noise, but a smell of gunpowder and blood began to overflow from their bodies, as if the beast before hunting finished its claws and fangs, and began to use its blood-eating and greedy fierce eyes. I noticed the lambs that were about to be preyed on.

Walking in the front is the elite soldier of the Qing army, also known as the tiger soldier. It is characterized by the tiger costume of the famous opera program of Wu Song fighting the tiger in the Beijing opera. In his hand, he holds a rattan card depicting the evil beast. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a group of clowns.

"The distance is 450 meters, 400 meters! Raise your gun!" With the order of the officers, in the sound of the officer's order, all the soldiers neatly put the rifles in their hands on their shoulders. Everyone's movements were so skillful and standard, only the sound of clothing friction and arm swinging. Under the control of the soldiers, the gun completely formed a standard horizontal line. Looking from the side, it looks like a path made of steel. The index fingers of all the soldiers have gently pressed on the trigger of the rifle...

"Bang the drum, cheer!" Kui Lun shouted loudly. Suddenly, the ten-sided cowhide drums placed in front of the battalion began to roar like Thor under the hard knocking of those shirtless men. The banging drums not only stimulated the soldiers' nerves, but also stimulated their blood.

Those Qing soldiers began to run forward, waving the spears and knives in their hands, and inspiring their inner courage with the howling of their parents' remarriage.

The shocking drums can't shake the souls of the soldiers of the Liang army like steel. Their still clear eyes silently aim at the gradually clear and twisted ferocious faces through their hearts, and the upper body parts covered with armor, trying to make their breath peaceful and powerful. .

"Fire! ..." The commanders waved the command knives in their hands, and with the order, only the first word of firing penetrated into the ears of these soldiers, and the word of fire had been torn to pieces by the flames and crisp gunfire from the barrel.

Three hundred and fifty meters, which is almost an unreachable distance for bows and arrows and flint fire. At this distance, shooting at this distance is of no other use except to match an ancient saying: the blind man lights a lamp and wastes wax.

However, for Liang Jiajun, whose weapons have been upgraded and he has a rear rifle, there is no way to aim at a target at a distance of about 350 meters for soldiers who have not installed a scope on the ridge of the gun. However, this distance is enough for the bullets fired by the rifle to the enemy. People cause effective killing.

As long as you aim at the front and then pull the trigger, the enemy group on the opposite side will be an excellent giant target.

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The flame spewed out the barrel, and the bullets roared at the enemy group directly in front of them, but the soldiers did not wait at all. The gun body was slightly tilted down, pulled the bolt with the right hand, popped out the shell case, loaded the bullet in the magazine into the magazine, aimed again, and pulled the board machine again in the sound of the command. Every action was dismantled. The solution is as accurate and exemplary as on the training ground, just like a high-precision killing machine, harvesting the fresh life without stopping.

The steps of the nearly Wanqing soldiers who rushed forward couldn't help but stagnate. The soldiers who screamed and fell down in the front row made them shudder. Some soldiers even subconsciously rubbed their eyes for fear that they would have hallucinations. How could those anti-thieves hurt their robes at such a long distance?

At the urging of the officers, they began to accelerate again. The bullets from the opposite side let them know that only by rushing to the enemy as soon as possible can the swords and spears in their hands give the most deadly damage to the rebels. Of course, the archers of the Qing Dynasty are not vegetarian, as long as they advance about 150 steps. The distance, their intensive shooting, will definitely make those rebels suffer enough.

Unfortunately, as soon as they had just entered more than 200 steps, a trace of excitement appeared on the faces of those Qing soldiers, and they heard a roar from the opposite wall. Then, a series of thunders began to come out from the wall, as if even the earth was shaking because of this, nearly a hundred mortars were the same. The fire opened, so that the wall was covered with a layer of white smoke in an instant, like an abyss dragon spitting into the sky. The squeal of the shells almost covered up all the sounds on the battlefield. After the shells drew a beautiful parabola in the sky, a group of red and black fireworks broke out in the middle of the ranks of the Qing soldiers.

Under the push of the terrible shock wave, the cracked shell fragments frantically tore all the objects that dared to block them from scattering. The high temperature of the hot black and red flame made the grass leaves and clothes nearby curl and burn in an instant.

The violent roar of the shell explosion was like the cry of tens of millions of people, tearing the eardrums of the soldiers. The sudden gunfire made all the Qing soldiers stunned. Fear had just risen from the bottom of their hearts, and another gloomy thunder made a thick despair float in their hearts again.

Then, the gunfire was as if it would never stop. The gunfire was crazy to pour out the shells to the Qing soldiers. The Qing soldiers who rushed through the rain of bullets ran crazily, for fear that the shells that were more terrible than the lava of the 18th floor of hell would fall on their heads, tearing themselves to pieces and died without a whole body. However, waiting for him They rushed through the blockade of artillery fire, but saw that the black barrel was burning dangerous and ferocious flames, almost without stopping.

The tip of bullets smiled and pierced the fragile armor, drilled into their limbs and chests fiercely, and let a stream of blood. Even those soldiers with shields were horrified to find that the strong shield in their hands was in front of the terrible penetration of the opponent's bullet, which was almost a thick one. It's amazing, but it's still a piece of paper that can be broken at a poke.

"This Qing soldier is over, and there is nothing more to stop us from moving forward in Fujian." Xie Yi smiled at the corners of his mouth, which looked so ferocious in the loud gunfire.

(to be continued)