"Fire!"

On the same day that Yang Feng conquered Zhenjiang, on the bank of the river south of Wuchang City, behind an infantry line that stretched for nearly a mile, Feng Ming, the commander of the Fourth Infantry Brigade of the First Town of the Holy Sect Army, shouted with a finger of his saber.

Three thousand two hundred soldiers pulled the trigger at the same time.

Dense gunfire rang out, accompanied by gunpowder smoke and firelight, more than 3,000 bullets flew out at the same time, instantly hit the enemy army less than 30 zhang apart, the 10,000 Wuchang and other places that were charging were like stepping into a trap, and the forward collapsed all of a sudden, but unlike the Qing army that was defeated by one touch, the regimental training condensed by clan relations did not stop, just like the Taiping army in history, although the shells kept falling beside them, they still shouted and kept moving forward.

The Holy Cult soldiers opposite them were calmly reloading as fast as they could.

Unlike Yang Feng's recruits, all the brigades in the first town have experienced the test of war, the second town in Nanjing is trained, while the first town is fought on the battlefield, in the past nearly a year, they have fought countless times with the enemy, including the Eight Banners Green Battalion and regimental training, such a scene they have faced many times.

More than twenty seconds later, the second round of shooting began!

At this time, the team trainers finally couldn't hold it anymore.

Although their closest distance to the line of the Holy Cult Army was less than ten zhang at this time, the dense number of falling companions wore out their courage with extreme speed, and the shooting process on the opposite side was delayed due to the different loading speeds, making them feel that the flames on the human wall filled with gunpowder smoke were constantly spraying like a volcanic eruption, and the dense gunshots, the whistling of bullets, and the screams of their companions falling to the ground made the will of those group practitioners collapse instantly.

Everyone turned around and fled in desperation.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Feng Ming shouted disdainfully.

On the bank of the river behind him, which was guarded, flat-bottomed sand boats were docking, and a steady stream of Holy Religious soldiers were stepping on the south bank of the Yangtze River.

And on the surface of the Yangtze River are countless sand boats.

On one of the largest sand boats, Wang Cong'er, dressed in white as snow, stood proudly in the bow of the boat, and behind her was a cannon firmly held in place by ropes, this cannon was too big, although it was shorter than other field guns, but the muzzle of the cannon was like a small water tank, which could almost penetrate her body, and next to this huge cannon, there were boxes of shells, each box had only one cannonball, and a huge stone projectile with almost a diameter of hugging.

In the undulations of the hull, Wang Cong'er looked at Wuchang City in the distance.

And under the drive of Feng Ming's soldiers, those regimental exercises were routing towards Wuchang.

This was the battle of the first town to cross the river.

And behind them, the 20,000 Zhaoyi army led by Lin Zhihua, another Holy Sect general, was surging into Hanyang City from a gap where the cannon collapsed, and three hundred miles further upstream, Xiong Daocheng's Zhenwu Army and Nie Jie's Fenwei Army had surrounded Yueyang, which was also the attack of the entire army of the Hubei Holy Sect.

An army of 100,000 crossed the Yangtze River.

"Go to Nanjing and meet Xianzun!"

Wang Cong'er raised his knife and shouted.

A tsunami-like roar rang out across the river.

Almost at the same moment, thousands of miles away under the city of Xing'an Mansion, Xu Tiande, the commander of the Sichuan Yiwu Army, was looking at several soldiers wearing the Holy Sect Military Mansion with interest.

And the latter was busy operating a twenty-pound mortar cannon.

This was sent from Xiangyang to support him by carrying people over the mountains and mountains, of course, only sending him barrels and parts, and the wooden base was partly made by them, and the shells were also carried by carrying baskets and other mountain roads.

Xing'an Mansion City, that is, modern Ankang is the last city of the Qing army in this area, the other counties have been Xu Tiande's Yiwu army and Yunyang Yao Zhifu's loyal army from both sides to capture, as long as the Xing'an Mansion City is opened, Xiangyang and Sichuan can get a passage, although it is difficult to walk and even many places need plank roads to pass, but it is a really usable passage, and then the arms produced in Xiangyang will continue to be sent to the hands of the Sichuan armies through this passage.

At present, the whole of Xiangyang has been completely turned into an arsenal, relying on Yunyang's iron ore and new wrought iron furnaces, the monthly production capacity of iron pipe flintlock guns has exceeded 4,000, and all the holy religious armies in Hubei are completing the flintlock pistol.

"Can this thing hit four miles?"

Xu Tiande said with some disbelief.

"Xu Zhengtai, you can watch the show!"

Xu An, deputy of the first battalion of the mortar artillery battalion of the first town artillery brigade of the Holy Sect Army, who came to support him, said with a smile.

As he spoke, he raised the telescope, determined the distance on the scale above, then took out the shooting parameter table, determined the elevation angle again against the data on the table, and finally checked that it was correct, took the ignition lever handed by him, and without hesitation, put the arquebus into the ignition hole.

Erected on a wooden base weighing hundreds of kilograms, the flame of the muzzle of the bronze mortar cannon raised at an angle of nearly forty degrees erupted instantly, and a twenty-kilogram heavy spherical cannonball shot up into the sky, and at the same time, in the ignited wooden pipe fuse, the gunpowder continued to spew out faint sparks, dragging an obvious smoke trail in the rotation and quickly reached the apex of the trajectory, and then plunged down and landed accurately on the head of Xing'an City.

The next moment, a brilliant firework almost pressed the tower and exploded.

Bright aluminum fires and blown rubble rained down on the defending regimental exercises, and then the flames rose in the ruined towers.

"The elevation angle is raised by one degree, and the fuse is left with one more point!"

Xu An said with satisfaction.

Next to the other five identical mortars beside him, those artillerymen adjusted the elevation angle as fast as they could, and at the same time took out the fuse box from the fuse box, quickly cut off a small section and inserted the remaining part into the shell, and put the shell into the muzzle of the mortar cannon, but at this moment, on the burning Xing'an city tower in the distance, suddenly a huge fire ball exploded, and the entire city tower was reduced to countless fragments in the explosion.

"Their gunpowder is heaped there."

In the sound of the explosion, Xu An said indifferently.

Xu Tiande is not indifferent.

"Brothers, kill the demons!"

The former Dazhou Prefecture Yama is fast, and now the commander of the Yiwu Army of the Chinese Holy Dynasty waved the knife in his hand and roared excitedly.

Behind him, his younger brother Xu Tianshou, Wang Denglian, Zhang Yongshou and other generals all raised their weapons in their hands, and behind them, there were almost boundless rebel soldiers, one by one, holding high the hoes, guillotines, iron forks and other rudimentary weapons, under the leadership of their commanders, they began to march towards Xing'an City. At the speed of two rounds per minute, the six mortar cannons beside Xu An kept firing 20 catties of cannonballs filled with black powder and aluminum powder at Xing'an City, and the bright fireworks that continued to explode made this famous Jinzhou City in the Southern Song Dynasty quickly shrouded in flames and smoke.

Half an hour later, Xu Tiande's army relied on the flying ladder to climb the city to break through Xing'an City in the chaos in the city, and with the heads of the general soldiers of Xing'an Town being thrown off the city wall, the three control areas of Huaxia Shengchao, Sichuan, Shaanxi and Hubei were finally connected into a whole.

And on this day.

In a valley between the lofty mountains and mountains in the southern cage of Guizhou, Zhu Shudou, the governor of Guizhou, was looking ahead with disdain.

In front of him were about 5,000 mountain people.

This is the last stubborn rebel in the southern cage, the others have been suppressed by him, and the leader of this rebellion, the woman named Wang Nangxian is here, as long as this thief army is completely annihilated, the southern part of Guizhou will be completely pacified, and then his army can withdraw to the north, and also solve Shi Dengliu in northern Guizhou as quickly as possible, and then tens of thousands of green battalions from Yunnan and Guizhou provinces will pour into the regiments of Hunan and Huguang to train and join forces, and go north to fight across the Yangtze River and directly smash Xiangyang, the nest of the God Sect.

At this moment, he seemed to see the emperor's caring gaze.

"I, the Qing Dynasty athletes, the marquis is today!"

He drew his knife and roared excitedly.

But at this moment, the mountaineers on the opposite side suddenly parted to the left and right, and then they launched a large shield cart with a strange shape, the square body of the car was surrounded by thick wood, cowhide and even iron plates, and the front was a small window, in which people could be seen looking out, eight strong men pushing the cart at the same time and two widened wheels, showing the extraordinary weight of the shield cart.

"These thieves are smart, but what's the use of a shield car?"

Zhu Shudou said with a smile.

"Fire!"

Then he said.

Twenty mountain-splitting cannons lined up in front of him opened fire at the same time, and the dense scattershells knocked the mountain people down in pieces.

At the same time, the mountaineers with the shield cart as the core began to charge.

Soon the mountain splitter opened fire a second time, but the corpses everywhere still did not stop the charging mountain people.

"Prepare to fire!"

Just when the distance between the two sides was shortened to thirty zhang, accompanied by the roar of Zhu Shotdou, thousands of bird guns and guns in the front row were raised at the same time, and then the distance was shortened to twenty zhang, and Zhu Shotdou's knife was raised......

Suddenly, a puff of green smoke erupted from the window of the shield car.

Before Zhu Shotdou could react, with a rapid and dense bang, the soldiers of the green battalion who were about to fire immediately kept falling, almost in the blink of an eye, and the sound suddenly stopped, but it sounded again after only a few seconds, and then the green battalion kept falling, this scene stunned those green battalions, although there were only a few dozen dead, but it made the rest of the chaos.

"Demon law, that demon girl knows demon law!"

Countless chaotic screams rang out.

Then that strange thud sounded for the third time.

"Fire!"

Zhu Shudou roared anxiously.

Some brave Green Battalion soldiers immediately pulled the trigger, but neither the bullets nor the scattered bullets from their guns only sent the shield cart in pieces, but they could not stop the fire inside.

When that thud sounded for the fifth time, the Green Camp collapsed completely.

"This is really inexplicable!"

In the midst of the rout of the soldiers, Zhu Shudou smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

The next moment the bullet broke through the air, and he felt like he had been punched in the chest, and he looked down at the blood gushing from his heart, and fell with a wry smile on his face, and just as he fell, the roaring surging mountain people flooded his defenses, and then a machete slashed at his neck.