Chapter 475 Jilin City, it's over--
In the early morning of May 31st, in the northeast, Jilin City by the Songhua River was already crowded with panicked Manchu soldiers. An army they had never seen before actually surrounded Jilin City. It was not right to say that it was surrounded. It should be said that they blocked the four gates of Jilin City.
At this time, there was a crowd of people surging in the North Gate Tower, and several figures dressed in cotton armor of Qing generals strode up to the North Gate Tower. Have you found out yet? Just stepped up to the tower, the leader was originally dismissed because of the fifty-ninth year of the participation case, and then died in Bazhou because the new Jilin general died in Bazhou. He had no choice but to recover in place again. He looked at the enemy outside the city and turned his face to the gatekeeper beside him and asked. Is Lao Maozi coming again?
"General, it's not Lao Maozi, it's... a group of Han people." The gatekeeper's face was extremely difficult to see.
"Oh, it's good if it's not, what are you talking about?!" Hengxiu just breathed a sigh of relief. After reacting, his eyes couldn't help staring. Do you think those outside are Han Chinese?!"
"Yes, the general, the last general sent someone to investigate. As soon as he arrived at the side of the gate, he was bombarded back with a few shots from the other party. Later, they asked people to call us to surrender immediately. Otherwise, after half an hour, they will attack, and no prisoners will be left."
"No prisoners left? Joke, when did Hangou become so arrogant? Are they crazy? Don't you know where it is? A general couldn't help laughing loudly.
"Cannon? We also have cannons. Why don't we bombard him!" A general next to him shouted loudly.
"We have cannons, but..." The gatekeeper tilted the corners of his mouth. Most of our cannons have been rusty. Just now, two cannons were fired. As a result, one of the cannons exploded, allowing the last general to beat and scold. No gunner was willing to fire again.
"Bagg, this, how can this be? Those bastards, even the cannons are rusty." Hengxiu was furious, and the whip in his hand pointed to the gatekeeper and scolded him.
"General, this is unlikely, right? Han people, how can the Han people have an army and appear under our Jilin city? You know, we are in the north of Shengjing. Next to him, a counselor looked unbelievable.
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"It doesn't matter whether his mother is a Han man or an old man, the other party is all Bufu. General, the last general will ask the battle to rush up and fight. Let's see whether the Han Gou's cannon is fired fast, or the horse of our Eight Banners is fast and hard." An angry co-collar shouted.
"When did those Hangou exiles have an army?" Another general also looked at the army about a mile away from the tower with a contemptuous face.
"I don't care, I dare to make trouble in the general's territory. I see that they are really impatient. Anba Lingwu, I'll give you a cow cavalry, and kill these Han dogs blocked at the north gate. After Hengxiu squinted his eyes and looked outside the city, his heart was even more contemptuish. The other party was full of soldiers, and he did not see any trace of cannons at all. I'm afraid that even if there were, there would definitely not be many. What's more, here is a place. This is the base camp of Manchuria and Manzhou Eight Banners, and the Han army outside this door is three. Thousands of people, can't you clean it up?
"I will obey at the end!" The assistant leader, who had just shouted that he was going out to fight, was overjoyed and walked down the gate tower quickly.
"How long will it take?" Fang Laosi observed the crowd on the tower with a telescope and couldn't help showing joy after finding a large number of Manchu generals in cotton armor.
"There are still fifteen minutes left, Colonel." The staff officer next to him looked at the pocket watch in his hand and answered loudly.
"Let our mortars aim at the other party's tower. Oh, wait, don't be busy. The other party actually opened the gate. What's the matter? Do you want to fight with us in the field?" Mr. Fang grinned happily.
"It depends on the posture, but why did they rush over without even forming a formation? Isn't it looking for death?" The staff next to him kept wondering.
"Well, they may think that we are here to die. In their eyes, the Han people are only worthy of digging in the ground to find food. They are invincible in the world, claiming that they are invincible." Fang Laosi stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his lips, and his eyes were full of blood-eating red light. Get ready to fight, remember, fight when you get close, and let those dogs know who is the strongest army in the world!"
"Yes, Colonel." The messenger beside him answered loudly with his head held high, and quickly passed the order to the ears of the soldiers sitting silently on the ground. Soon, all the soldiers stood up, and two rows of soldiers carried rifles on their shoulders, walked to the front of the team to stand, and then began to take out the magazine from the waist in an orderly manner and press it. Entering the bullet port, the first row began to kneel and the second row began to aim at the approaching enemy in a standing position. The other members of the Marines behind them looked enviously at the two rows of rifles with less than 200 people.
The rifle in their hands is not a flannel fire system, but a real reslame rifle. However, due to the complexity of the process of this kind of firearms, the number of troops currently prepared is not very large, but the shooting distance and speed of these firearms far behind any kind of firearms in this era.
Even a revolver can't be compared. ...300 meters, 250 meters, ready! Open fire!" With the roar of the rangefinder, 212 people, including the commander of the rifle company, pulled the trigger.
Company commander Ye Gaojin passed the sight through the front of the star, covered the general in front of him, pulled the trigger, and a faint white smoke spread out, and soon disappeared without a trace.
The company commander could clearly look at the stunned expression of the Eight Banners general on the opposite side. He lowered his head in disbelief, as if he was looking at his chest. Then, the sword in his hand slipped down, and his body turned backwards. The rising hilt of the war horse just hit his head. It burst like a rotten watermelon wrapped in that cotton armor helmet. His left and right are also a scene of people turning upside down.
"Firearms, what's going on? How can they have so many firearms?!" On the stairs of the city gate, the scream of a military general almost caught up with the shrew who scolded the street. General Jilin's eyes widened in disbelief. Looking at the brave Eight Banners horse, it seemed to climb up to the edge of the burning red pot, and all of them fell to the ground with smoke. Although he was brave and resourceful, he relied on his parents' kindness and cute. Anba Lingwu, a fool who went to the assistant leader, rushed to those Han people without even setting up his position, but after all, he led eight horsemen.
Three hundred iron riders, one charge, the momentum alone was enough to make people afraid, but no one expected that the enemy did not move at all, but began to fight back. The sound of fried bean-like gunfire made the scalp of Hengxiu and other Qing generals numb. I'm afraid that this momentum is only available in Lao Maozi's army.
"Let them come back, Mingjin, let those cavalry retreat back." Next to him, Jilin's deputy capital Xiulin shouted loudly. Soon, the sound of Mingjin sounded on the tower. The Eight Banners cavalry, who had been beaten by the other party, turned around in panic and retreated to the way.
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That is, the gap of a few shots, a cow record, that is, 300 cavalry, has fallen nearly half, and looking at those retreating figures, but the four just now did not let them go at all, and loudly gave a command: "The super shooter continues to shoot, and the others will cease fire."
There are not many special-class shooters, but there are many in the rifle company. At least 20 people are all equipped with scopes on the rifle, which can accurately hit the top shooters within a distance of 500 meters.
Bein behind him, although the deadly gunshot was much more sparse, it was still stubbornly ringing. He could always hear the howl of his robe beside him. The Eight Banners cavalry ran hard, and the gate was in front of him. In any case, as long as he ran faster than his comrades-in-arms, he could be safer.
Looking at the cavalry who fled even faster than the charging speed, they rushed into the gate under them awkwardly. Looking at the corpses of the people and horses extending from the ground, and the soldiers who were still alive and screaming and moaning, Hengxiu felt a chill in his heart for no reason. At first, the light hostility and arrogance were early. He added all his assholes. Now, there is a trace of emotion called fear in his confused head.
"It's definitely not Han people. Han people can't have such a dangerous firearm." A general beside him tried to calm his voice. It must be Lao Maozi. Except for Lao Maozi, I have never seen anyone have such a powerful firearm.
"General, what should I do now?"
"What are you panicking?! Even if it's Lao Maozi, what's wrong? Can their fires collapse our Jilin City? " Xiulin stared fiercely at a pale subordinate next to him. When one or two bullied the common people, they were more awesome than anyone else. Now he saw that the other party's firearms were sharp and his legs were soft.
"Coloe, there are less than five minutes left. Do you want to ask them whether to drop or not?" The staff officer looked at the pocket watch in his hand again and said to Fang Laosi.
"Forget it, I don't have that leisure time. Tell the mortars to focus on the tower. I want all the Manchu dog officials to see their ancestors." Fang Lao Si rolled his eyes, and the triangular eyes under the broom's eyebrows looked more sinister.
"Yes! In the order, all the artillery targets the city tower..."
On the tower of the city, several Qing generals still failed to argue for a result of not sending rescue messengers. At this time, they heard the muffled sound like thunder. All the Qing troops standing on the gate tower looked forward, and a little shadow accompanied the night, like the sea east soaring in the sky. Qing, who arrived above their heads in a very short time, and then a ball of fire began to burst into their eyes.
Heng Xiu looked at the mysterious deadly flames and the collapsing gate tower. There was only one desperate thought in his heart: Jilin City, it's over...
(to be continued)