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Chapter 1193 It’s all your fault!

Feng Dadong looked at the bandit army that was constantly approaching from the front and couldn't help feeling a little panicked. This time was different from the previous three rounds of feint attacks. The previous times they just rushed forward randomly, but the bandit army in front of him not only had a large number of troops, but also had a well-organized military formation. They advanced slowly in formation and did not seem to be in a hurry, but in fact they were determined to take over his front camp.

"The bandits are serious now!"

He muttered something to himself, then looked around, only to see that his camp was still in chaos. Many people had emerged from hidden corners, searching for their weapons.

Feng Dadong was furious when he saw the few soldiers on the wall. He cursed, "The house is already on fire, and you still let me light a fire to cook? Fuck your grandma!"

He walked towards the panicked soldiers with his machete, chopping off the leader of the team and three or four soldiers who had not yet found their weapons, and shouted angrily: "Line up, everyone, defend the wall. Anyone who runs away will be killed immediately!"

Seeing that their master was really angry, the servants and bodyguards did not dare to be negligent. They stepped forward with their swords and guns, shouting and scolding at the chaotic soldiers. Soon the noisy noises gradually subsided.

We are all human beings, and no one wants to use his or her head to resist the swords and guns of the servants. Although it will all lead to death, dying a little later is naturally much better than dying immediately. What's more, defending on the village wall does not necessarily mean death!

It seems that killing does have a certain deterrent effect, and battlefield discipline does need to be strictly enforced.

With the servants' shouting and cursing, and especially the shock of seeing the cold corpses lying in pools of blood, the captains of the small squads and sentries became more serious and called on their subordinates to climb up the wall of the village.

Although some of them still had nothing in their hands, those who had been able to survive such a brutal battlefield in Henan were naturally veteran soldiers with some skills. The tree stumps and wooden sticks beside the village wall became weapons in their hands.

"Quick, quick. Check the muskets, load the cannons, quick..."

At the command of the team leader, the officers and soldiers nervously loaded the cannons mounted on the camp wall with gunpowder. They kept looking outside the camp, which naturally affected the loading speed of the gunpowder cannons.

"Ah!" A scream shocked everyone. It turned out that Feng Dadong killed a panicked soldier on the spot.

"Flustered."

He shouted loudly, "Everyone, pay attention! The bandits are still two hundred steps away. Get your guns, cannons, bows and crossbows ready. Just beat them to death."

Seeing that everyone's emotions were gradually stabilizing, Feng Dadong shouted again: "Everyone, hold on tight. If the bandits rush in, none of us will survive."

At this time, several cannons had already been loaded. Feng Dadong was naturally very happy to see this and shouted loudly: "Fire, fire, fire quickly. Bomb him for me!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Several loud noises were heard in succession. As smoke and dust rose, cannonballs were fired out one after another, whistling through the blazing sky and flying straight into the array of enemy troops attacking from the front.

  Looking at the flying cannonballs, the officers and soldiers in the front camp cheered and their morale was boosted. Looking at the cannonballs flying far away, they must have been thinking in their hearts: See, the day will come when I will bombard you!

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"No chaos!"

Looking at the artillery shells flying in the distance, Hong Taibiao shouted in a serious and indifferent manner: "They can't hit us, everyone, don't panic."

It was just as he said. They were now less than 150 steps away from the front camp of the officers and soldiers. Although these cannons could not fire as far as theirs, they still had a range of more than a mile away. Naturally, they posed no threat to them. It was just that their momentum was more frightening.

Almost at the same time as the government troops opened fire, the war drums of the Chuang army also sounded. Nearly 5,000 Chuang army soldiers roared like hungry wolves and pressed forward to the front camp of the government troops. The sound of the war drums kept on urging the Chuang army soldiers to move forward.

"Check the muskets. No one is allowed to fire them without my order. Anyone who violates the order will be executed immediately!" Hong Taibiao emphasized the military order over and over again.

You know, since their firearms battalion was established, artillery has been their most outstanding feature. Whenever they fought with the government troops, especially when attacking cities, it was the artillery that performed the meritorious service, while these musketeers were almost unknown.

  For Tong Shoushan, today is the beginning of his real fame in the rebel army; but for the gunners of the firearms battalion, it is also a great opportunity for them to stand out and gain fame!

It can be said that the Chuang army was united and their morale was high. Everyone hoped that King Chuang would conquer the country as soon as possible and become a good emperor so that people all over the world would have enough food to eat and not suffer from starvation like they do now.

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On the other hand, the situation in the front camp was different. Many officers and soldiers were skinny and tattered. Although they were on the camp wall, they looked listless and absent-minded, and from time to time they stole glances to the left, right, and behind them...

The captains at the head of the team were also shouting and cursing constantly, and the sound of whips could be heard from time to time, along with screams and the voices of soldiers begging for mercy and confessing their crimes. If you didn't know, you would think they were interrogating prisoners.

"General, do you want us to rush out and kill the bandits?" Feng Kuan, the head of Feng Dadong's family, made a suggestion beside him.

"No, you see the left wing of the bandits. There are at least 500 bandits there."

"General, we have nearly a thousand elite cavalry here. Are you afraid that we can't defeat his five hundred horse bandits?"

Feng Dadong shook his head and said, "It's not easy for me to raise you. You are not used as cannon fodder."

He turned around and said to Feng Kuan softly, "Gather our two hundred servants, pack up the money and valuables in the camp, and wait in the center of the army. Without my order, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Feng Kuan saw his solemn expression and immediately guessed the deep meaning behind it. He nodded heavily and said, "Please rest assured, General. Feng Kuan swears to protect you until his death."

"Ah."

Feng Dadong continued as if relieved, "Feng Kuan, it's not easy for us to have the status we have today. These two hundred servants are your uncle's last capital. We dare not waste any of them, do you understand?"

"Uncle. Feng Kuan knows."

"Ah. This is the only solution!"

Feng Dadong turned his head and stared at the bandits approaching the camp, and continued: "It's not that I don't want to die for the court, but the court doesn't give us a chance. If I lose everything here today, even if I don't die in battle, I'm afraid I will die in the court's prison."

When he said this, his expression suddenly changed, and he continued indifferently: "Only by preserving our strength can we have a chance to make a comeback. As long as we have soldiers in our hands, the imperial court will not really do anything to us. Do you understand?"

"Feng Kuan understands!"

"Go get ready."

Looking at Feng Kuan's receding back, Feng Dadong said to himself in his heart: "Your Majesty, it's not that I want to follow the likes of He Renlong and Zuo Liangyu, this... this is all because of you!"