When the battle is fought to this point, it is extremely difficult to turn the tables again, but even if it is dangerous, it is necessary to find a feasible way. Attacking the infantry phalanx head-on, not to mention the huge lethality of the three-row line tactics of the foreign soldiers, the combination of Armstrong's heavy artillery fire and the dense cascade of infantry bayonets alone was enough to make the cavalry helpless.

"If you don't rush at their phalanx, how can you hold back the French army?" This time, Sheng Bao couldn't underestimate Guan Zhuofan anymore, and asked with a frown.

Naturally, it is necessary to identify the weaknesses of the other party. Guan Zhuofan is not a military expert, but the battle of Bali Bridge has been studied very thoroughly by historians in later generations, and the French army's deployment is too large and has obvious weaknesses.

The weak point was the one to the north of their two artillery positions. For ease of attack, the artillery array was set up close to the battle line and was defended by infantry fire and mobile cavalry.

Guan Zhuofan knew that in order to win this war, the British and French forces mobilized a total of three elite cavalry from all over Shijie to participate in the battle. The British Guards Dragoons had already moved north, preparing to outflank the main force of Seng Rinqin, and another powerful cavalry regiment, the "Sipahi" cavalry regiment formed by the French in the African colonies, should still be on its way to the battlefield at this time. Now, as long as the Sikh cavalry on the opposite side is lured away and the French artillery position loses its wings, then the Qing army may have the possibility of getting away with it.

"Please send a detachment of divisions to lure the Sikh cavalry out and go south." Guan Zhuofan raised his finger to show Shengbao, "The brigade directly rushed to the artillery position on the left side of the French army, whether it was through the formation or around the formation, in short, as long as it was forced to return to the foreign troops of the Bali Bridge movement, and give the monk the work to reorganize the front, whether it was fighting or withdrawing, the credit would be counted on the adult." ”

This is Zuihou's chance, and it's all up to Katsuho to listen.

Sheng Bao thought nervously, and finally nodded slowly, turned to his lieutenant Deming, and said: "Old De, you take five hundred horsemen, rush to Leijiawa again, as long as you touch those black-armored cavalry, turn to the south, and take them away - remember, no matter what, you are not allowed to return to your own formation!" ”

"Cheng, leave it to me!" Deming received the military order, the muscles on his face twitched, he looked ahead fiercely, raised the saber in his hand, and waved forward: "First standard, first Zuo, follow me!" ”

Five hundred cavalrymen galloped along the exact same route as Su Cheng's first charge, making the appearance of another assault. Not surprisingly, the Sikh cavalry regiment also launched again and moved forward to meet it. Seeing the light touch of the two cavalry, the Qing army went south, and the Sikh cavalry did not hesitate to bite and crush this Qing army.

At this moment, everyone knows that the real all-army charge is about to begin.

"Guan San," the six people who were untied with Guan Zhuofan all lined up in front of the formation and gathered together, and one of the bearded officers said in a low voice, I always thought you were not guts, but I didn't expect you to be so kind! No matter who dies today, my brothers will accept your love! ”

Guan Zhuofan nodded—he didn't know what their names were, and he didn't know what to say. People recognize themselves, but they don't, this is really helpless. He took a brief look at his current body, it was a long one, but it was fierce and powerful.

"Keshuai," another counselor beside Shengbao suddenly pointed to the Bali Bridge in the distance and whispered, "Look, it's the monk king." ”

Guan Zhuofan involuntarily looked in the direction he pointed, only to see the Bali Bridge in the distance, those Mongolian knights who had been charged several times and suffered heavy casualties, once again stubbornly arrayed in a line, among which stood a tall war horse, the general on the horse, holding up a huge yellow flag with both hands, swinging left and right in the sky of artillery fire and gunsmoke, still expressing the challenge to the British army opposite.

It turned out that this was the fierce Mongolian iron hat king, Guan Zhuofan's heart moved, and he remembered the flagpole in the museum. And the heroic act of Seng Lingqin can be regarded as a great encouragement to Shengbao and his Jingying.

"Brothers, let's rush again and crush the French devil's artillery to him! To make meritorious contributions, today, we must use the blood of foreign devils to pay tribute to the dead heroes! Sheng Bao shouted with a sword, "The seven people of the Chinese army take the lead, kill me!" ”

"Kill!" The cavalry responded with the roar of the mountain and the tsunami. Guan Zhuofan gritted his teeth, turned his heart sideways, clamped his legs around the belly of the horse, rushed out of the array, and together with the other six horses, he rushed to the opposite French position first, and behind him were more than 3,000 rampaging Beijing cavalry. The seven people who picked up a life from the devil's head knife have no way out, and they all have the same thought in their hearts: if you don't die, you will be blessed!

The French artillery rang out, the sound of shrapnel exploded, and from behind Guan Zhuofan, the mournful roars of people and horses continued to be heard. After rushing forward a few dozen steps, from the infantry phalanx on both sides, a dense volley of gunfire was heard, and several horses beside him began to fall suddenly one after another.

The battlefield is a very strange place, people are forced to die, but they will throw away the thoughts of life and death that they usually worry about. Guan Zhuofan was engulfed by an inexplicable fanaticism, wielding a war knife in his right hand and controlling the reins with his left hand, leaning over and galloping forward, with only one thought left in his heart, rush in, rush in and hack these dogs to death!

His plan worked! Whether it was the Sikh cavalry who was chasing the deputy general Deming, or the guards dragoons who were going to intercept the path behind the monk and queen, they had all hurriedly turned around at this moment and tried to intercept them, but in the end they couldn't come in an instant, and they could only fall behind the galloping Qing army, so they could only chase after them. The French infantry on both sides also hurriedly moved, trying to make up for this shortcoming in the formation.

Where is the time? The cavalry of the Beijing camp, resisting the gunfire from both flanks, and ignoring the foreign cavalry chasing behind them, finally approached the artillery emplacement of the French army with fourteen cannons from this small gap, as if the tide of the sea was born, and the artillery array was overwhelmed in a blink of an eye.

The French troops on the artillery array were in chaos, and the gun commanders, fire men, and ammunition men scattered and fled, or hid under the gun mounts, or picked up rifles, charged and fired, and resisted stubbornly, but often only fired a shot, and were cut to the ground by the surging cavalry.

Guan Zhuofan galloped to the front, wielding the knife in the air with a shining knife flower, his heart was full of strange self-satisfaction and indescribable joy - my brother is so big!

Now the remaining 2,000 cavalry are completely following his yellow horse, so he did not stop to cut and kill, otherwise this group of cavalry will immediately fall into the heavy encirclement of the French army and risk of destruction. So, to the screams of the French artillery, the whole horse corps passed through the formation, penetrated from the east, made a large circle, and galloped back to its own front. Guan Zhuofan knew very well that the French army needed eight gunners for each twelve-pound heavy gun. At present, more than half of the casualties of the nearly 200 French soldiers on the artillery array are certain, and this artillery array is equivalent to complete paralysis.

This raid was extremely clean and beautiful. The French artillery battery on the other side behind him, sobering up from the panic, began to shoot in retaliation at this cavalry. Seeing that the formation was already in sight, Guan Zhuofan really wanted to hahadaxiao, and he didn't care about the shells that exploded from time to time.

At this moment, a cannonball exploded in front of his right, and Guan Zhuofan and his men and horses were swept into the air by the air wave of the explosion, his eyes were dark, and he fainted again.

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I don't know how long it took for Guan Zhuofan to wake up. When I opened my eyes, the night was dark, and there was a bright moon in the sky, illuminating the open space where I was very bright. The blade banners abandoned in the day's battle, the corpses of men and horses, were scattered messily around him. The two opposing armies were nowhere to be seen, and there was no sound around them.

He stood up and took advantage of the moonlight to examine himself, and it seemed that he had not suffered any external injuries, and then he let go of his heart and knew that he had picked up his fate. When I think of myself complaining about the weather in the morning at the museum, but now I have walked from the line between life and death several times, I can't help but feel like a world away.

"It's a lifetime away." Guan Zhuofan smiled bitterly. Judging from the date recorded in the Battle of Bali Bridge in historical facts, today should be August of the tenth year of Xianfeng in the Qing Dynasty, not to mention a hundred years before he crossed.

He began to admire his ease - he could still laugh in this situation.

What he didn't know was that the test of life and death, blood and fire that he suddenly encountered after crossing over, made his mentality be greatly tempered in a very short period of time, covering up the unbearable psychological despair after crossing over.

It's unbelievable that I was killed by lightning......

Is it possible to wear it back again? Guan Zhuofan searched with his eyes, and finally picked up his snow-bright war knife on the ground not far away. He imagined himself standing like a javelin on the top of a mountain on a thunderstormy night, raising the knife high and pointing it at the sky, until a powerful bolt of lightning struck the blade......

Probably burned to a coke, he shook his head. Being struck by lightning is a good thing to experience once, and you must not pretend to be forced again.

Thinking of another shijie, his parents, friends, and classmates, he couldn't help but feel a little troubled in his heart. But no matter what, you can't say that you can't wipe your neck and hang yourself, and you won't live, right?

So, let's survive in this era.

With this determination, I suddenly felt relaxed. He found his dead yellow horse, took out a water bag and dry rations from his saddle bag, and sat down on top of it, eating as he pondered his present situation.

The current era is almost the darkest and most chaotic era in China. The Manchurian court, which had been entrenched in the Central Plains for more than 200 years, had begun to weaken, and Hong Xiuquan's Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, after the establishment of its capital Jinling, had also rapidly degenerated and sunk, while those terrible enemies from the west were knocking on the door of the eastern continent with strong ships and sharp cannons.

This is a great change unseen in 3,000 years.

However, what kind of deeds can a small traverser have in such a situation?

The guy he crossed was probably a timid mouse, and when he was tied up to kill his head, he was either stunned or scared to death, so he crossed over to his body. This guy's kung fu on the knife seems to be passable, and as part of the original body memory, it has been inherited by himself.

As for Katsuho's words, "though you are my kin," I don't know where this clan is going. Flag people like to climb relatives, vines are entangled, and the two families who can't hit the eight poles can also climb together in twists and turns. Considering his identity, it is estimated that Shengbao will not take the initiative to kiss him, and most of them will come to Shengbao's mansion somehow from his own family.

Thinking about it while eating, I will feel full after a while. He wiped his mouth, stood up, looked at the moon in the sky, and looked at the shadow of the Bali Bridge in the distance, discerned the direction, put the knife into the scabbard, threw his bag on his shoulder, and headed north. After taking a few steps, I suddenly felt a chill in my heart: I took this knife, and it will never appear in the Baliqiao Museum in the future generations.

I will change history.

So what? Guan Zhuofan secretly laughed at himself for making a fuss about a knife, tightened the strap of his suitcase, no longer hesitated, and continued to hurry.

First of all, I have to figure out who I am.