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"Yes, none of these Han people are useful, it's time for the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers to show their hands!"

"Lord Wang, it's time for those thieves on Baiyun Mountain to see the majesty of the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers! The lower official is willing to give a poem to strengthen the army! ”

Ye Mingchen, the governor of Guangdong, and He Rulin, the former secretary of the military department, also made the same suggestion to Seng Lingqin in a serious manner.

O traitor! Traitor...... Originally, I thought that only Lin Zexu was a traitor, but I didn't expect Zeng Guofan, Ye Mingchen and He Rulin to be big traitors! It seems that this Manchu dynasty still has to rely on the banner people to support! Bai Siwen on the side thought through gritted teeth in his heart.

Do you want to write poems? Monk Greenqin glared fiercely at He Rulin, who was shaking his head and preparing to compose a poem, and he was also indescribably annoyed in his heart. The thieves on Baiyun Mountain are not a rabble! I heard that when they were twenty-one years old, they also defeated the English general Gough, and you can know how powerful they are when you think about them with your heels! Can the more than 10,000 Eight Banner soldiers in his hands easily go into battle and fight them? In case it is defeated, who will defend this Guangdong? Can you rely on a few of you treacherous and cunning Hanchen?

"Monk Wang, it's better to give those green camp officials another chance to make meritorious contributions." Cézanne stroked his beard and played the round. He was really worried that Seng Lingqin would send his Eight Banners soldiers on impulse, and even if he won the battle, most of them would suffer heavy losses, and how would Zhu Jishi's elite soldiers come from the sea in the future?

"Yes, yes, give them another chance!" Monk Grinqin nodded hurriedly and came down the steps handed by Saishan.

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"No shotguns this time! Just rely on swords and spears! Do you know all about it? ”

Xianglin, who had just suffered a defeat, angrily gave several green battalion generals an order to organize an attack again. This time, there is no need to carry a shotgun or a gun. It seems that the words of the ancestors are still reasonable, this firearm is unreliable. You have to fight a war with real knives and guns!

I saw the Qing army waving the trumpet flag under the mountain. Regrouping is underway. Zheng Hong sneered, these idiots want to fight hand-to-hand again, but Lao Tzu won't let you get your wish.

"It's time for me to do it myself!" He turned around and instructed Lu Siyuan, "You press the formation for me, so that Wei Shaoguang, Huang Qiying, and the three battalions of Tieqiao San are ready to charge the battle for the second time, understand?" ”

"Haole, Marquis Yanping, leave it to me here. You have to be careful. ”

"It's okay, the Qing soldiers who can kill me Zheng Hong don't know which mother-in-law's belly is staying in!" Zheng Hong waved his hand, pulled out his sword and shouted, "Foreign spear team, array!" ”

At the foot of Baiyun Mountain, Monk Greenqin and others were watching the battle with their necks stretched, and on the slope and at the foot of the mountain, two teams were lining up. One is a green battalion soldier in tattered clothes, armed with swords and spears, and the other is a uniform gray military uniform with a foreign gun (bird gun) on his shoulder. "Bandits" in a well-organized queue.

If you don't look at the flag, I really don't know who is the king and who is the thief.

"Military Gate. The bandits seem to have dispatched a foreign spear team, should we send the spearmen again? ”

A Qing army general looked at the queue of "bandits" on the mountain and asked Xianglin.

"Afraid of what!? A round of shotguns can't kill a few people, hurry up! ”

Xianglin roared, letting his Goshha drive the Qing army in front of him to charge.

"Muzzle xiangshang, don't shoot, listen to my orders!"

Zheng Hong was shouting in a loud voice, although his foreign gun team had been practicing for several months, it was still not as good as the serious Ji Shijun. On the one hand, the weapons are not good, there are only a few hundred brown bass guns and Baker foreign guns, and the rest are all bird guns; On the one hand, the quality of the officers is not good, and they cannot organize too complicated tactics, so they can only meet the enemy with two horizontal formations; On the other hand, the shotgun made by the Foshan blacksmith shop cannot be loaded with bayonets, and it is more troublesome to use and the rate of fire is slow.

However, the shooting discipline of this foreign gun team is still good, because these peasants in Sanyuan have a great psychological advantage when facing the Manchu Qing Heavenly Soldiers, and they are not afraid at all, so it is no problem to put the Qing army close to fight.

Under the supervision of Xianglin, the more than 2,000 hand-to-hand soldiers of the Qing army finally began to attack the mountain, and shouted the slogan of "killing thieves" to embolden themselves. Seeing that he rushed less than 50 paces away from the "bandits" foreign spear team, and did not see the thieves firing, his heart suddenly rose. This point is from the top of the sky, how many people can be killed with one shot?

"Gun flat! Aim! Preparation...... Fire! ”

As Zheng Hong flattened the sword in his hand and pointed forward. All 1,500 musketeers pointed their guns at the Qing soldiers in front of them, and pulled the trigger at the same time less than thirty paces.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, as if a cannon was being fired instead of a gun. More than 1,000 buckshot bombs collided with the Qing army that was charging down like a wall of death, and immediately exploded a neat blood line on the Qing army's front, and at least 200 people fell to the ground, accounting for almost 10% of the proportion! The rest of the Qing army also immediately stopped, and they were too frightened to advance.

"Rush! Don't stop! Rush me! ”

Xianglin was also in a hurry, now the distance between the front row of the Qing army and the "thieves" is only twenty or thirty steps, gritting his teeth and rushing over, rushing over can be hand-to-hand! Are you afraid that you won't be able to win a group of shotgunners when the time comes? But the problem is that the pacesetters of the Liangguang Governor under him have been completely stunned, and they only know that they are scurrying around the battlefield with their heads in their hands, and many of them have even lost their weapons in their hands.

"You Han Chinese! It's all bastards! When the battle is over, you will look good! ”

Xianglin roared non-stop, and the knife in his subordinate Goshha did not stop, and he slashed at an unknown number of deserters before he could barely stabilize his position. But before these green battalion soldiers could attack again, the muskets on the opposite side began to fire volleys again! The ground is still the same, and the Qing troops who are in the whole team suddenly fall to the ground one after another! This time, at least more than 800 people are lying down!

"How is this possible!?"

Xianglin, who was supervising the battle in the back, was immediately angry when he saw this scene. No matter how awesome the foreign guns of the Ji Shijun are, they can't have this kind of power, they only have 1,500 guns at most! A volley of guns knocked down eight hundred? Are you kidding! I'm afraid that there are 600 green battalion soldiers lying down who are pretending to be dead!

"On the bayonet!"

Seeing the two rows of guns "killing" a thousand people, Zheng Hong was so excited that he almost fainted, and shouted and ordered his subordinates to attack with bayonets. Lu Siyuan, who was pressing the formation behind, also hurriedly asked Wei Shaoguang, Huang Qiying, Tieqiao San and other three martial arts masters to charge with pikemen.

"Hold on! Resist me! You're all from heaven......"

Xianglin shouted while waving his sword, and rode on the war horse led by Goshha, of course, not to charge, but to escape. When the battle is at this point, what else can you do but run for your life? Can't you stay here and wait for the thieves to kill you?

However, Xianglin did not run far, but ran straight to the artillery position behind, and then roared loudly: "Load lead, load lead!" Fire ......"

"Xiangjunmen, what did you say?"

Supervising the battle on the artillery position was the first-class guard Fu Fang, who grabbed Xianglin's war horse and said loudly: "Junmen, our brother has not retreated yet!" ”

"Phew! Who is a brother to those shameless money-paying men! Xianglin gritted his teeth and said, "I did what I said, but I can't let the rebels take away the cannon!" ”

Fu Fang was right when he thought about it, but he couldn't lose the cannon, otherwise this battle would not be able to be fought. So he answered and went to command his subordinates to load the chamber with shotguns. Then, no matter whether it was the Qing soldiers or the Jishi army approaching, they couldn't help but say a burst of shotguns, and the artillery positions were full of lying corpses. Of course, most of them were officers and soldiers of the Green Battalion of the Qing Dynasty, but they also repelled the charging Jishi Army and kept the artillery position.

"Lord Wang, it seems that the Han people are really useless, let's let the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers play!" Zeng Guofan stroked his goatee and made a serious suggestion to Monk Greenqin.

"Lord Wang, now you need the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers to show their strength to deter overseas thieves, so don't hesitate anymore." Ye Mingchen was sincere.

He Rulin, a talented man in northern Jiangsu who had served as the secretary of the military department, pulled Sai Shang's arm with an anxious face and said: "Brother Heting, let the Eight Banners go up, it seems that the Green Camp is really not successful, and this Qing Dynasty can really only rely on the Eight Banners!" ”

Sai Shang glanced at the corpses of the Green Battalion soldiers lying on the battlefield in front of him, turned his head to look at Seng Lingqin, and said in a low voice: "Lord Wang, do you think you can still fight?" (To be continued......)