"Oh no, it's a thunderbolt!"

Hearing the roar coming from outside the camp, Fu Fang, who had been injured by a Jason-style grenade in the battle of Baiyun Mountain, immediately felt that something was wrong. On that day, the Ming army on Baiyun Mountain only threw more than 100 such mines, which caused hundreds of casualties in the Jianrui Battalion and the Guangzhou Eight Banners New Army! And now the explosion is so dense that it is terrifying, how many explosive mines should the Ming army throw! Those shotgunmen and spearmen who were put in the trench by Monk Greenqin should have suffered heavy casualties now, right?

"This is ......" tonight is also a sleepless night for Seng Greenqin, the night attack of the Ming army is expected by him, so he is neatly draped, sitting in the middle of the camp with a waist knife, ready to command the army to fight back at any time. But the dense explosions one after another were unexpected by him. Although he had seen the power of this kind of thunder during the Battle of Baiyun Mountain, he didn't expect that the Ming army would have so many mines! It also occurred to me that the mines could be thrown directly into the trench - in fact, it was difficult to accurately throw grenades into the trench at long distances. If the green battalion soldiers in the trench were armed with flintlock guns, they could have caused some casualties to the Ming grenadiers who ventured close to throw grenades.

But there is no "if" on the battlefield, some are just life and death!

The green battalion soldiers of the Qing army, who had suffered heavy losses by the grenade, had not yet reacted from their shock, and the elite Ming grenadiers had already poured into the trenches, and the shouts of killing and screams suddenly rang out in the east of the Qing army's Dazhai. Most of the Qing soldiers who survived the explosion just now were shotgunners and spearmen without fighting blades, and even if some of them were equipped with waist knives, they did not have the courage to draw their swords and fight to the death in the panic. Instead, they jumped out of the trenches as if they were flying. Ran into the camp of the Qing army.

Guan Yuanbao was also among the fleeing Qing troops. This young man of the flag man who grew up in the city of Guangzhou since he was a child cried while running. Not scared to tears by a sudden explosion. Instead, I cried for the bannermen of Guangzhou, and cried for the peaceful and prosperous era that was about to pass......

Lieutenant Shi Dakai is laughing! Today is the first time that a sixteen-year-old boy has killed someone! Killed a bearded Qing army officer with a six-shot Colt pistol, and I don't know if it was a guerrilla or a Dusi. But in front of the Colt pistol, it's all the same vulnerable!

"Brothers, don't fight, rush with me! Target, the artillery position of the Qing army! ”

Shi Dakai held a pistol in one hand and waved a saber in the other. Pointing directly at the artillery position of the Qing army not far ahead. There was a platoon of 12-pounder field guns, which, if loaded with shotguns, would have killed all 3,000 Ming grenadiers who had participated in the battle tonight! So today's second target of the Ming army is these 12-pounder guns of the Qing army, as long as the fire door of these cannons is nailed to death, the battle of the Dongjiang River will be won eighty percent!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A few cannons of the Qing army have already fired, but instead of shotgun leads, they shoot out solid iron balls! It turns out that these cannons are loaded with shells during the day. Now you can only shoot shells, then push the reclined cannon back into place and clear the chamber. Loading shotguns, this process is immediately trained Western artillery. It also takes more than a minute to two minutes to complete. As for the Qing gunners in a panic, I am afraid that it will take five or six minutes to get it done, but how could the charging Ming grenadiers give them so much time?

"Quick, quick, throw a grenade!"

All the Ming officers who led the charge shouted loudly, allowing their grenadiers to drop bombs to kill and injure the gunners gathered around the Qing artillery. With a roar, a body of corpses suddenly lay down around the Qing army's cannons.

"Rush up! Rush to the artillery position! As long as you destroy the cannon, you win, and if you destroy the cannon, you can win......"

On the Ming army's position, Zhu Jishi deduced from the direction of the grenade explosion that the Ming army's grenadiers had seized the Qing army's artillery position, and shouted excitedly.

"Your Majesty, now it is time for the brigade to press on and engage the enemy with the trench that has just been taken, the enemy has lost most of his artillery, and there is no way to fight us anymore." The elder Peel on the side excitedly raised the binoculars and made suggestions while observing the battle situation.

"The Tartar soldiers' trench tactics are really stupid, put the soldiers in the ditch and be bombed, this monk Grinqin is just Erer."

Zuo Zongtang also raised his binoculars, and then he saw that on the battlefield five miles away, a flag of the sun and moon and the same light was planted in the artillery position of the Qing army, and hundreds of grenadiers had already formed a horizontal formation, and they were firing in a platoon under the command of several young officers with a rather high-spirited posture. Dozens of others were busy nailing down the fire doors of the cannons on the positions with hammers and nails, and gathering the captured gunpowder into piles and setting them on fire.

At the same time, the commander of the Qing army, Seng Greenqin, also wore a well-made yellow cotton armor, and stood behind a row of large wooden shields with a knife on his waist.

Not far behind Monk Greenqin, there were three rows of green battalion soldiers kneeling on the ground, with four or five ropes tied to their bodies, and behind each of them, there was a Eight Banners soldier with a steel knife in his hand, all of whom were Monk Greenqin's Goshha. There are also rows of corpses that have lost their heads, lying on the ground, and more than a dozen bloody heads are already hanging!

"Monk King! I'm not convinced! I am not convinced ......"

A man who was kneeling on the ground and was about to be stabbed suddenly shouted, it was Guan Yuanbao, the young man of the banner man who had grown up in Guangzhou City since he was a child. He ran into the Qing soldiers' village with the retreating Qing soldiers, and happened to bump into the murderous monk Lingqin who came out to supervise the battle, so he was taken down by several Goshha, tied here and waiting to be beheaded. But he refused to lose his head honestly, and shouted loudly - to be honest, the monk Grinqin Goshha had no experience in execution, so he didn't shut these unfortunate people's mouths.

"Well, you're not from Cantonese? How can a man from the north be like this? ”

Monk Lingqin ignored the military attache of the Green Battalion who was about to be killed, and it was Fu Fang who was temporarily serving as the supervisor and beheading officer who spoke.

"I'm not from the north, I'm the flag man of Guangzhou, Manchuria with a white flag Guerjia. Ingots! Guangzhou is my home, and my family has been in Guangzhou for 150 years, a full 150 years...... You are protecting the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, but I am protecting my family and relatives, how can I be cowardly! But my people and I only have shotguns that don't catch fire, and we don't even have a murderous knife to rush up to fight hand-to-hand......

Speaking of sadness, this Guan Yuanbao actually cried loudly. Fu Fang was also sad to hear it, to be honest, I really don't want these green camp spearmen and spearmen to be on the wrong command of Monk Greenqin tonight, and they actually forgot that the thunder in the hands of the Ming army was powerful, and put a group of shotgunmen and spearmen in a ditch to be bombed! And the sword soldiers and pikemen deployed behind the trenches were struggling at critical moments, and they did not dare to move forward. How do you let these shotgunners who can't even light the arquebus in their eagerness fight?

"Untie!" With a wave of his hand, Fu Fang spared Guan Yuanbao and died. More than a dozen green battalion soldiers who accompanied Guan Yuanbao to prepare to be stabbed also shouted loudly to survive, but it was a pity that they were all serious Cantonese people, and Fu Fang was annoyed when he spoke Cantonese, and snorted coldly: "You people who want to live with money?" All cut! As he spoke, he made a gesture at Goshha, who was executed, and more than a dozen heads rolled to the ground.

Looking at the dozen or so subordinates who were still squatting in the same trench as him a moment ago, and now they had lost their heads, Guan Yuanbao sighed. In the eyes of the Manchurians, the lives of the Han people are only worth one penny! In the eyes of the Emperor of the Zhu family of the Han people, this Manchu probably deserves to die, right?

"Hooray! Banzai! Hooray! ”

The cheers of the Cantonese accent on the battlefield rang out again, interrupting Guan Yuanbao's thoughts.

"Guan boy, what are those one-money men yelling at?" Fu Fang dragged Guan Yuanbao, who seemed to be in shock.

"They are shouting long live in the mountains, probably Zhu Yi is going to come up in person, right?" Guan Yuanbao looked at the place in front of him and muttered. (To be continued......)