The gunners picked up the torches and sent them to the gun door at the rear of the gun. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boom, boom, boom" A burst of fire erupted from inside the tents, and the shotgun passed through the top of the wooden fence and threw a parabola into the crowd of Xiangyong who were running eighty paces away.

The shotgun drilled into the crowd of Xiang Yong, and a burst of blood mist immediately erupted in the drizzle, and countless blood holes bubbled with blood appeared on countless Xiang Yong's bodies, and they fell backwards with heart-rending screams. This round of shelling was quite powerful, and Xiang Yong, who rushed to the front, was like a peeled onion, and fell down a large piece at once. The body of the victim fell backwards on his back, and the torch flew out with it, landing on the water-soaked ground, and being trampled on by countless feet.

Xiang Yong's number was too many, and the salvo of sixty-four three-pounder guns knocked down more than 500 people, but this loss was only a drop in the bucket for Xiang Yong.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of artillery sounded again in the camp of the Ming army, and twelve 64-pounder mortars spewed fire, and the shells flew into the sky, drawing an arc in the air, and smashed down into the crowd of Qing troops.

The gunners, who had just finished firing, immediately put the sails on and covered the top of the tent to prevent the rain from entering and drenching the gunpowder, and then began to reload nervously.

The 12-round mortar shells were all flowering shells, and the shells pulled an arc in the air and smashed into the crowd of Qing troops, because the fuse of the shells was cut a little shorter, and the shells had not yet landed, and they exploded when they were about three feet away from the ground, and a burst of fireballs immediately rose in mid-air, and fragments and iron balls loaded in the shells were sprayed everywhere.

This 64-pound mortar shell was filled with 12 pounds of black fire, which was twice as powerful as ordinary black fire, and the body was cast from thin pig iron, filled with more than 1,000 iron balls.

The cannonballs that exploded in mid-air immediately burst into brilliant fireworks, and more than 10,000 iron beads and fragments fell to the ground, burrowing into the crowd fiercely, and the screams immediately resounded.

The power of the mortar shells was quite great, and twelve shells fell in the crowd of Xiangyong, sweeping out twelve empty areas in the crowd at once, and at least more than 500 people fell.

Inside the tent of the Ming army, muskets stretched out their barrels and aimed at the incoming torches.

"Bang bang bang" muskets roared, orange fires erupted from the tent, white smoke rose in the rain and fog, five thousand muskets fired three consecutive volleys, Xiang Yong, who was about to rush to the camp, was like hitting an invisible wall, spurting blood swords one after another, falling into the rain, and the front of the camp was full of corpses.

In the rear of the Qing army, Ao Bai saw the fireworks rising in the air, and saw the torches lit up in front, followed by the sound of cannons, and he knew that the fierce battle in front had begun.

"Light the torch!" Several Goshkha shouted at the same time.

The Eight Banners took off the bamboo tube from their waists, took out matches from it, and lit torches.

After the torches were burned, the Qing army found that in fact, their formation was very chaotic now, after all, they were rushing in the dark, and it was impossible to maintain a complete formation.

"Prepare for the formation!" Ao Bai roared.

The torches were lit, illuminating the land, and with the help of the firelight, the Qing army began to line up with the infantry and cavalry. These green battalion soldiers and Eight Banner soldiers are the backbone, and the Xiangyong cannon fodder in front of them is not distressed to worship no matter how much they die, and they will not attack until Xiangyong breaks through the wooden fence on the periphery of the Ming army.

In the camp of the Ming army, a group of cold-armed soldiers armed with spears trotted out of the middle of the camp and arrived behind the wooden fence.

Xiang Yong had already attacked the wooden fence more than ten steps away, but he saw rows of iron bumps suddenly fly out of the wooden fence and smashed down into his crowd.

"What's that?" Someone feels weird.

A Xiang Yong picked up the shield to block it, and an iron lump that was about to hit him was blocked by him, collided, and fell to the ground.

"Minggou actually threw iron? They thought it could kill people too? This Xiang Yong said disdainfully.

"Be careful!" Several Qing army officers who had seen grenades shouted.

Before the words fell, a row of deafening explosions were heard in the crowd of Xiang Yong, grenades burst into flames, and pieces of Xiang Yong screamed and fell to the ground.

Xiang Yong's formation loosened a lot, but the courage of these Xiang Yong to fight can be said to be very amazing, despite the continuous heavy losses, they still desperately rushed forward. After all, the Xiangyong belonged to the landlords' armed forces, and their nature was different from that of the officers and soldiers. In every dynasty and generation, the landlords were more courageous than the officers and soldiers, because they fought for survival; Officers and men are fighting for military pay, and the nature is different, and they must be brave in fighting for survival.

"Kill the dog!" The Xiangyong shouted and rushed to the wooden fence.

"Kill the dog!" The Ming pikemen inside the wooden fence stabbed their spears from between the gaps in the wooden fence.

Spears were like the cores of poisonous snakes, constantly piercing out of the cracks in the wooden fences, and piercing Xiang Yong, who was only protected by thin paper armor.

If the paper armor is against the bow and arrow, the protection is okay, and it also has a certain protection against the knife and slash, but against the spear, the paper armor has almost no protection. Each spear stabbed over, except for some that was blocked by the Xiangyong with wooden cards, the rest pierced the paper armor, the head of the spear pierced into the flesh, and the Xiangyong who was shot let out a miserable scream.

The knife players in front of them almost became useless waste, and the knives in their hands could not cut the Ming army behind the wooden fence at all, so they could only use their shields to resist indiscriminately, and then use their knives to chop the wooden fence.

How could a wooden fence with a thick bowl mouth be cut down at once? The spears behind the wooden fence kept stabbing out, one by one the spears picked up the wooden signs, and the other spears stabbed at Xiang Yong. Xiang Yong, who was chopping the wooden fence, was stabbed into a hornet's nest one after another.

Xiangyong's pikemen also came up, and the Xiangyong pikemen who came up close used their spears to stab back into the wooden fence, but they sadly found that the spears in their hands were about two feet shorter than the spears in the hands of the Ming army! Just two feet, it is the life-saving talisman of the Hunan braves!

What a sad thing it is that one's spear can't stab the other party, and the opponent's spear can stab oneself.

"Axe! Axe Soldiers! Wang Jinbao shouted hoarsely.

Hundreds of Xiang Yong, armed with axes, came up and approached the wooden fence under the protection of the sword and shield hands. The Xiangyong swung their axes and slashed desperately, but often only two or three times before they were stabbed in the body by the spears that were stabbed.

Dozens of Qing soldiers threw out the rope noose with great force, and the noose flew more than ten steps and landed on the wooden fence. Then the Qing soldiers desperately pulled the rope in an attempt to pull the wooden fence down.

The "bang bang bang" tower erupted one after another, the white smoke rose up, and the rifled guns fired high-speed rotating bullets, burrowing into the crowd of Qing soldiers, and those Qing soldiers who were pulling wooden fences with ropes fell one after another. (To be continued.) )