While scolding the Mongolian Eight Banner generals, Lu Zhifan decided to let go of the last fight, and categorically ordered all the Han Army Banner soldiers to give up the formation and attack. He judged that the artillery of the Three Guards must still be shelling the Mongolian Eight Banner cavalry at this time, and the infantry of the Han Army could take this opportunity to rush forward and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Lu Zhifan looked at the thick white smoke in the battlefield, his eyes were full of anticipation, although the smoke blocked the main infantry of the Three Guards, but at the same time it also provided them with excellent cover, as long as their artillery could be eliminated, this battle still had to be fought.

There were tens of thousands of infantry in the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, and the sound of shouting and killing and stomping on the ground brought by the attack was also extremely shocking, and this momentum even gave Lu Zhifan a hint of illusion, as if they were not the last blow of despair, but the final blow of victory at the last moment!

However, Lu Zhifan soon woke up to the fact that it was just his beautiful wishful thinking. Lu Zhifan had assumed dozens of outcomes before setting out on the expedition, but he never expected that what was waiting for him was such a desperate and dangerous ending. The combat effectiveness of the Ming army is obviously inferior to that of the Qing army, even when he was in Gaoyang before, Li Xin also won by virtue of his obscene and strange skills, how could these Ming troops be able to defeat the Qing army several times their size when they were in a dignified battle?

With this incredulity, Lu Zhifan followed the Han Army Banner infantry and rushed forward, although he is a scholar, but also a little courageous, although the battle array is not good, but he can't hide behind the army alone to steal his life, he wants to let the soldiers of the Han Army Banner see, no matter what awaits them in front, he Lu Zhifan has been sharing its weal and woe!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Lu Zhifan's heart was surging, and he shouted three times in a row! These three killings also pulled up the morale of the Han Army Banner, which had been low to the bottom, at a critical moment, and also roared: "Kill, kill, kill!" ”

After shouting and killing, they plunged headlong into the thick white smoke of gunpowder, and the artillery of the Three Guards hid in it, although these artillery were selected, but if they were close to the infantry, they could only be slaughtered. However, reality once again shattered Lu Zhifan's hopes.

The thick smoke of gunpowder once again sounded the sound of artillery bombardment, Lu Zhifan was just stunned, and the Han army banner infantry was once again ploughed by the iron plough composed of dozens of shells.

"Hit the trick again!"

Lu Zhifan didn't care about Sven's face at this time, and scolded loudly. When I got to this step of the field, it was impossible to turn back, so I had to run all the way to the dark.

"Rush, rush, follow me! In front of them are the artillery of the Ming army, as long as they are close to us, they are lambs to the slaughter! ”

While shouting to boost morale, Lu Zhifan also made the soldiers around him shout in unison, until nearly 10,000 people shouted along, so everyone understood what Mr. Lu meant, the opponent's artillery is not good at close combat, as long as they rush fast enough, they can reverse the defeat in one fell swoop.

After this, the infantry of the Han army banner once again increased the speed of their feet and rushed forward with shouts, but the sudden blow completely blinded them.

There was a neat and crisp pop in the thick smoke, crackling like firecrackers, only on a much larger scale, followed by the wails and screams of the forward infantry.

Not only did they fail to touch the shadow of the Three Guards, but they were attacked by the Three Guards in the thick smoke of gunpowder. Lu Zhifan was also hit by a lead bullet in his thigh because he rushed too far, it felt like he was stung by a wasp, maybe it was too far away, and his strength had been exhausted, but he just hit his thigh with a deep purple spot.

This is not the sound of cannons, but a salvo of muskets. This kind of voice Lu Zhifan is all too familiar, and when he was in Gaoyang, Li Xin relied on this kind of musketeers lined up in rows to dare to fight against the same number of Tartar soldiers. The only difference is that even the generals under Li Xin's command are so arrogant that they dare to attack the combined forces of the Mongolian Eight Banners and the Han Army Banner with thousands of men, and they have an unbelievable advantage.

Lu Zhifan only felt that all his previous cognitions had been subverted, and all the plans and assumptions he had made before this battle had failed, because he had overestimated the combat effectiveness of the Three Guards, which made him suffer this big loss!

Just when Lu Zhifan's heart was full of feelings and sorrow, the nightmare had just begun. Soon round after round of musket volleys came over, and the visibility in the smoke was extremely low, and the infantry of the Han army could not see how far the Three Guards were in front of them, and could only frantically move forward and forward like headless flies.

However, it rained overnight, and the artillery of the Three Guards Army launched a salvo again like a ghost, and the morale of the infantry of the Han Army Banner was originally lifted by Lu Zhifan because of the double blow, and fell miserably again.

Lu Zhifan, who was extremely depressed, suddenly had an inexplicable intuition that the artillery of the Three Guards Army was on their right flank, and if they launched a surprise attack on the right flank at this time, they might be able to succeed. As soon as he thought of this, he hissed and shouted, "Stop going, everyone follow me to the right, to the right!" ”

"Rush to the right!"

The soldiers around Lu Zhifan shouted his military order in unison again, and soon the sound of rushing to the right spread throughout the Han army banner infantry in the thick smoke.

The hand of fate finally favored Lu Zhifan once, and all the Han banner infantry rushed to the right not long before rushing out of the thick gunsmoke, and the first artillery battalion of Hansenburg was already within reach. For a while, Lu Zhifan was a little unbelievable, and this time he finally gave him the upper hand.

Heisenberg did not expect that the stupid Tartar general would be able to rush out of the smoke of gunpowder on the right flank, and now he suddenly confronted him, which actually put his boys in the most serious danger since the formation of the First Artillery Battalion.

What to do, Heisenberg quickly calculated, but desperately found that there was no better way than to engage with him in a short battle. And his infantry has been learning how to operate artillery since they were trained, and as for how to kill the enemy, they are on a par with the people in the countryside!

The nearly 10,000 troops of the Han army gradually poured out thick gunsmoke, like revealing the tip of a terrifying iceberg, on the other hand, Heisenberg's artillery battalion, there were less than 1,000 people, and the strength of the two sides was extremely different, and it was already divided without having to fight the victory.

Fight! The shape of the battlefield is ever-changing, and it is too late for the artillery to reload in battle, at this time it is the courage of the enemy, fleeing is death, facing the battle is also death, why not die vigorously!

Lu Zhifan finally came to his senses, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as long as the artillery battalion of the Three Guards is annihilated, the morale of the soldiers of the Han Army will inevitably be reinvigorated, and when the time comes, even if they can't win the battle, it is not difficult to retreat calmly. However, he quickly rejected this idea of pinning his hopes on the back road, if he did not win this battle, his future in the Manchu Qing would be doomed, and without enough merit and victories, even Corporal Lixian such as Dolgon would probably abandon him, after all, they needed a commander who could win the battle, not an incompetent person who lost his armor and lost his army.

Since he voted for the Manchu Qing Dynasty, Lu Zhifan has always had a very high posture, even if he doesn't say it, he regards himself as a person with great talent, but he has never had the opportunity to show it. It was with this solitary arrogance that he gained the respect of Dolgon. However, after this war, the illusion of a wise and virtuous man in the past should no longer appear.

After a period of gloom, Lu Zhifan got rid of the chaotic thoughts, and now there is a turning point for turning defeat into victory, how can he be sentimental and suffer from gains and losses? Where is the previous arrogance? If it doesn't work, it will be! After figuring out this joint, Lu Zhifan cheered up and forcibly ordered the attack on the artillery battalion of the Three Guards, no matter what the outcome was, eat the fat meat in his mouth first.

Heisenberg was ready for a decisive battle, and at this time he had no time to look back on his hurried life, and he didn't even bother to look back in the direction of his hometown to the west.

"Young men, in Heisenberg's psychological side, you will always be the best artillerymen, and no one can surpass you......" Heisenberg gave a thumbs up, and once again praised without hesitation, but this time he did not promise big fish and meat as before, and his voice turned sharply: "The Tartar army is in front of you, and what awaits you will be a battle of nine deaths and a lifetime!" The artillery of the Three Guards Army had no mischief, and could only meet the danger in the face of danger. Now, everyone will rush with me to kill the enemy! ”

Zhang Xiaojiu pulled out the Yanling knife on his waist, spat at it, and wiped it with his sleeve.

"Haiying officer, you still owe us a meal of big fish and meat, don't break your promise after this battle!"

"Yes, the fish and meat owed to us can no longer be denied, and we have to cash in after killing the Tartars......"

Heisenberg's eyes moistened, and he could never have imagined that he would find a sense of belonging in this land for the first time in this desperate situation. In a stiff and strangely toned Chinese dialect, he roared, "Kill the Tartars!" ”

Lu Zhifan suddenly felt the ground tremble under his feet, followed by the sound of horses' hooves slamming on the ground, and in just an instant, the kung fu became louder and louder from far and near.

The sharp-eyed man suddenly pointed to the north and screamed: "Horse, cavalry!" ”

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming! ”

Zhang Xiaojiu pointed to the dust raised in the north, and sure enough, he saw a cavalry galloping at an almost extreme speed, dozens of steps in the blink of an eye, and the ground under his feet trembled more and more.

Heisenberg finally couldn't hold back, he lost his temper for the first time, raised the Yanling knife in his hand, and was the first to take the lead and rush forward. The honor of artillery is not to be cheap, only charge and charge again!

Seeing the dust in the north, Lu Zhifan only felt a bang in his head, his body shook twice, and finally he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood spurting out!