If you only talk about archery, this Wang Jinbao is really a master, he is the same as Zhao Liangdong, he is a sharpshooter who wears Yang in a hundred steps. When he saw the white light of the armor on the raft in front of him, he knew that there must be a rebel general. The Kuidong Righteous Army was originally a campman, and the general soldiers rarely had good armor, so it would be good to have a pair of cotton armor. Those who can wear bright light armor on their bodies needless to say know that they must be generals.

Wang Jinbao stretched out his bow and set up an arrow, aiming at the flash of the silver armor and shooting an arrow.

It was also Li Laiheng's life that should not be extinguished, and it happened that a personal soldier felt bad, and an arrow stepped forward and blocked the arrow shot by Wang Jinbao. Only a "whoosh" was heard, and the soldier was shot through the throat by a wolf's tooth arrow, piercing the back of the neck. The arrow was extremely powerful, and the distance was so close that the entire head of the soldier who was hit by the arrow was almost separated from his body, and his head was weakly tilted to the side, and he didn't even have time to hum, and fell backwards on his back.

"Three babies!" Seeing the tragic death of his own soldiers who had followed him for many years, Li Laiheng screamed angrily.

Wang Jinbao's arrow did not kill Li Laiheng, he threw away his bow and arrow, pulled out his sword and jumped onto the raft of the rebels. More than a dozen soldiers in the back also jumped on Li Laiheng's raft with him.

When the two sergeants saw that a fierce guy suddenly jumped up, they were only slightly stunned, and then waved the weapons in their hands and stepped forward.

"Die!" Wang Jinbao roared, his sword fell, and the two righteous soldiers who stepped forward were already in different places.

"Kill!" Seeing that his personal soldiers had died tragically in one fell swoop, Li Laiheng roared angrily, brandished a sixty-two-pound broadsword, and slashed at Wang Jinbao's head. Li Laiheng was originally the son of a tiger Li Guo, who won the true inheritance of his father, and his martial arts were high and powerful, and this knife had a thousand potentials. If an ordinary person uses a sword to carry it, I am afraid that even people with swords will be split in half by Li Laiheng!

However, this Wang Jinbao is not an idle person, and the sword in his hand is not an ordinary thing, but a divine weapon given to him by Hong Chengchou himself. This sword weighs thirty pounds and is a dark iron heavy sword.

At that moment, the two weapons collided, and the flames were shining. Li Laiheng was shocked and retreated two steps back, Wang Jinbao also felt numb in the tiger's mouth, and both of them were shocked in their hearts, they didn't expect their opponents to be so powerful.

In terms of martial arts, Wang Jinbao is on par with the ****** known as Xiao Lu Bu, and it is a little higher than Li Laihenglai, but Li Laiheng relies on the advantages of the weapon of the long-handled broadsword, and he has strong armor on his body, while Wang Jinbao's heavy sword is short after all. is shirtless again, this Li Laiheng is not left behind in front of Wang Jinbao. But Li Laiheng was wearing heavy armor and holding a big sword, fighting on the water, once he fell into the water, the consequences would be unimaginable, and the heavy armor would carry him to the bottom of the river like a stone. Originally, he was strong in martial arts, but when he met a tough opponent, he was very shocked.

In this case. The heavier the weapons and heavy armor on the body, the more afraid of falling into the water. Li Laiheng didn't dare to carry it. After a few foliages, he turned and jumped onto another raft.

This is not that Li Laiheng is greedy for life and afraid of death, but under favorable conditions, he does not need to fight with his life, and this battle is won by the righteous army. If Li Laiheng was killed in battle, and the original winner lost, it would be too unjust.

Sixteen years ago, Zhang Xianzhong fought against the Qing army, also under the conditions of the original advantage. Zhang Xianzhong was hit by Zhao Liangdong's secret arrow and fell off his horse, and the Xiying army saw that the commander was wounded, and as a result, the army's morale collapsed and led to a fiasco. After Zhang Xianzhong returned, he died soon after.

Seeing Li Laiheng retreating, Wang Jinbao was overjoyed and ordered someone to shout: "The thief is defeated!" The thieves are defeated! ”

Hearing the shouts from the front, Zhao Liangdong, who was in the rear of the Qing army's fleet, was overjoyed and said, "Brothers, go up!" Rush up and knock over the thieves! Whoever cuts off the head of the thief, this general will be rewarded! ”

For a while, the momentum of the Qing army was like a rainbow, the Qing army generals and leading officers on each boat howled one after another, and the Qing soldiers and soldiers braved the stones falling like raindrops on the shore to row hard, and the big rafts and large and small warships went down the river and rushed straight to the raft formation of the rebel army. The big raft of the Qing army was smooth sailing, the speed was extremely fast, and the rafts of the rebels who were hit were broken one after another, the chains that tied the raft were broken, and many unstable rebels fell into the water like dumplings.

"Bang" There is a Qing army's raft hit the underwater pile, the raft under the action of the strong impact force, straight circle on the water surface, several Qing soldiers on it fell into the water. Soon, however, ropes were thrown and stakes were placed. Several Qing soldiers dived under the water, swung axes and chopped a few times, and the Qing soldiers on top pulled the wooden stakes, and under the action of the raft down the water, the wooden stakes were pulled up from the river.

Other Qing soldiers followed suit, using rafts close to the underwater piles, tying them with ropes, making people dive and chop a few times, and then with the help of the power of the current, these underwater piles that posed the greatest threat to the warship were pulled to the surface of the water.

"Kill the dog! Kill the dog! Seeing that the rebels' underwater hidden pile formation was broken, the Qing soldiers let out an excited roar.

For these Qing soldiers who had been trapped in Chongqing for many days without food, as long as they broke through the interception of the rebel army, reaching the downstream would be a victory. The Qing soldiers seemed to see the steaming food in Yiling, Yidu and other cities downstream beckoning to them. As long as you can rush out, the first thing you need to do is to have a good meal. The Qing army, which had been hungry for several days, could be regarded as a victory for the mourning soldiers, and there were two fierce generals, Wang Jinbao and Zhao Liangdong, and the momentum could not be stopped for a while.

Seeing that the Qing army was about to break through the resistance of the righteous army, Yuan Zongdi shouted: "Brothers, follow me!" Stop the Tartars! Don't let a tartar pass! ”

On the foggy river, the rafts and warships of the rebels rushed out of the fog and rushed straight up against the murderous rafts and warships of the Qing army. The sailors of the two sides approached, and the soldiers on both sides drew their bows and arrows in the fog, shooting rows of chaotic arrows at the shadows that were faintly shaking in the fog dozens of paces away.

Arrows flew sideways, and a scream was heard in the fog, and I don't know how many people on both sides were hit by the random arrows.

Compared with the Qing army, the rebel army also had land firepower. Trebuchets on the shore spilled flying stones, countless archers sprang up from the jungle on the shore, and locust-like arrows rained down on the river.

The Qing army, who was anxious to escape, was already crazy, ignoring the rain of stones and arrows falling from the sky, desperately rowing the boat and charging the rebels. The sailors of the two sides approached, and the soldiers on both sides could already see each other's figures clearly through the fog, and could even see the opponent's facial features and hideous and deformed faces.

"Brethren. Come on! "In the roar of the Qing army, the leading raft collided with the raft of the rebel army.

"Cast!" Someone in the rebels shouted.

Seven or eight smoking bottles smashed onto the raft of the Qing army, only to see a flash of fire, explosions again and again, a dazzling blood mist rose from the raft of the Qing army, and the Qing soldiers who were hit by ceramic fragments and iron beads screamed miserably. One after another, they fell into the water.

"Cast!" Yuan Zongdi roared hoarsely.

The rebels gave up their old roots and threw all the new weapons that the Western Expeditionary Army supported them. I saw the fire shining on the river, the sound of explosions rising and falling, and the billowing white smoke. Some of the bottles fell into the water and exploded, raising a column of water that soared into the sky. Countless fragments flew everywhere, and the offensive of the Qing army, which was still full of momentum just now, suddenly dropped its morale.

"Boom" The warships behind the Qing army fired an overwhelming array of shotguns. In the fog, the gunners could not see the targets in front of them clearly, and the fan-shaped shotguns scattered at the same time overturned many of the rebels. It also stirred up a burst of blood mist in the crowd of his own sailors.

"Kill it!" Wang Jinbao roared hoarsely.

The Qing soldiers desperately rushed to the rebels in front of the rebels under the bombardment of the rebels' national surname bottles and the accidental injuries of their own gunners behind, jumped on the rafts of the rebels, brandished knives and axes, and launched fierce hand-to-hand combat with the rebels. In the thick fog, many rafts of the Qing army crashed into the reef in the river, shattering their bodies and bones, and the Qing soldiers on the raft fell into the water. In the blink of an eye, it was swept away by the turbulent river and disappeared without a trace.

The gunboats of the Qing army behind were desperately and fiercely shelled. An overwhelming stream of shotguns was scattered, knocking the entangled soldiers of both sides into the icy river at the same time.

Due to the heavy losses of the rafts of the Qing army that took the lead, many rafts in front of them were empty. The gunboats of the Qing army rushed into the underwater pile formation, and as a result, many warships were hit. These gunboats were no better than rafts, with a deep draft and no planks like rafts made of thick logs. A large hole was opened when it was hit by a wooden stake sharpened underwater. Many Qing gunboats that had hit underwater piles began to enter the water and slowly sank on the river.

But Zhao Liangdong didn't care so much, and the Qing army at this time had to rush over even if it lost a batch of warships.

Shore. The artillery of the rebels also played a powerful role. The river is narrow, and there are many Qing army ships, crowded on the river. The tiger squat cannons, Franc machines, and bowl guns on the shore spewed out flames, and shrapnel swept across the river like a whirlwind. There was no need to aim at all, and a row of shells passed by, and a large number of Qing soldiers were defeated.

Many Qing soldiers rushed to the shore under the cover of heavy fog in boats. The Qing soldiers jumped out of the boat, brandishing various weapons and slaughtered into the crowd of rebels. The archers, gunners and auxiliaries operating trebuchets of the rebels on the shore were taken by surprise by the sudden landing of the Qing army. Before they could react, the Qing soldiers who rushed out of the fog had already rushed in front of them, slashing and stabbing with knives, and many archers, gunners and auxiliaries of the rebels were cut down in a pool of blood one after another. Some of those who reacted relatively quickly dropped their weapons and turned around and ran.

Liu Tichun found that some Qing troops had landed, and immediately personally led elite hand-to-hand combat soldiers to launch a counterattack against the Qing army.

"Kill the Tartars!" Liu Tichun personally led his own soldiers to rush in front, followed by Deng Bingzhi, Yang Xun, Wang Jiayu, Li Zhicui, Liu Yingchang, Hu Jungui and other fierce generals, each of whom rushed into the Qing army formation with their own personal soldiers.

The main forces of these rebels are all elite veterans who have experienced a hundred battles, and their combat effectiveness is quite strong. In real history, they were able to fight alone for nearly 20 years, and they were not wiped out by the Qing army until the third year of Kangxi, which shows how strong these people's combat effectiveness is. These veterans of a hundred battles entered the formation of the Qing army, and where the swords and guns passed, the Qing soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

In the blink of an eye, the Qing army that landed was driven back into the river.

The archers, gunners, and auxiliaries of the rebels turned back and continued to pick up their weapons and fire fiercely at the Qing troops in the river.

Zhao Liangdong pointed to the river bank and shouted: "Attack it!" Someone has to take control of the shore! Otherwise, our sailors will not be able to rush through at all! ”

Another group of Qing troops landed and launched a dream attack on the rebels on the shore. Due to the heavy fog, the shooting accuracy of the long-range troops at this time was not high, and they could not completely stop the Qing army, but fortunately, there were Liu Tichun's old battalion soldiers, and the Qing army was driven down the river by the righteous army several times for landing attacks.

The sky gradually brightened, and fiery red fireballs rose from the side of the mountain. A ray of golden sunlight shone into the canyon from the east, and the fog that shrouded the river gradually dissipated. As visibility increased, fierce battles intensified on the river and on the shore.

"When the fog clears, don't even think of passing us!" Seeing that the fog dissipated, Li Laiheng said with great joy.

As visibility improved, the firepower on the riverbank became more and more intense, and the sophisticated long-range firearms in the hands of the Western Expeditionary Army began to show their might.

The rifled guns in the hands of Liu Baorui, Chen Shuigen, and others continued to fire accurately, and the most fierce Qing army officers continued to spray dazzling blood on their heads and bodies, and they were shot one after another and fell into the river. Because of the suppression of the marksman, Wang Jinbao and Zhao Liangdong, who were originally extremely vicious, had to pick up their tails and be people, and they didn't dare to rush to the front anymore. They knew the power of this weapon in the hands of the Western Expeditionary Army, and they were worried that they would be shot in the head.

More than 30 guns were more powerful than more than 300 muskets, and the dense bullets penetrated into the Qing ships on the river, stirring up bursts of blood mist.

The artillery of the rebels was condescending and launched a fierce artillery bombardment of the Qing troops on the river. Although the number of artillery on the Qing warships was larger, because the warships were crowded on the narrow river and the position was low, after being shelled by the rebels, the numerical advantage could not make up for the terrain disadvantage. The rebels used solid shells to shoot accurately, and many of the Qing warships that were shot were full of holes and sank into the water one after another. The rebels on the hills on both sides also smashed boulders and sank some Qing ships passing through the valley. Stones and shipwrecks blocked the waterway, making the river less passable.

"General! Tartars are coming upstream! Just when Li Laiheng was determined to win, someone suddenly came to report.

Li Laiheng stood on the top of the mountain, picked up the monocular given to him by the Western Expeditionary Army and looked at the river downstream, only to see the shadow of a black sail on the Yangtze River downstream, and countless warships of the Qing army were sailing upstream, heading in the direction of Wushan.

"Send a sailor down the river and stop the Tartars with a fire attack raft!" Li Laiheng decisively gave the order. He didn't want to let go of the Qing army trapped in the canyon, Li Guoying was too hated in the southwest, and it was easy to seize a great opportunity today, if Li Guoying was not left here, it would be too sorry for the soldiers who had sacrificed for so many years.

At this moment, Li Laiheng and the others saw the wolf smoke signal of the northern line rising from the beacon tower in the north!

"Traitor! Today, I want to see who surrounds whom! Hahaha! Li Guoying, who was on the big boat of the Chinese army on the river, saw the wolf smoke signal and looked up to the sky and laughed.

On the narrow mountain road in the north, the Eight Banners soldiers from Xi'an with tens of thousands of green battalion Qing troops are also rushing towards Wushan. (To be continued.) )