The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 471 Confucius appeared, and Hong Xiuquan was hit! (Please subscribe, please vote)
Zeng Guoquan stood in front of the artillery position being set up, his fists clenched as if he wanted to squeeze water out of the air, his palms were full of sweat. The gray smoke in front of him, my goodness, covered the entire battlefield tightly. The Taiping Army could not see clearly, and the Qing Army was also in the dark, as if they were blind.

Zeng Guoquan was entrusted with an important task by his elder brother Zeng Jia Guofan, who was responsible for commanding the dozens of artillery pieces of the Hunan Army on the right wing of the battle line. He was in a state of panic, just like an anxious gambler!
But was Hong Xiuquan in range? Had he already run away? Was it really him sitting in that eye-catching sedan chair? Zeng Guoquan had no idea, just like groping in the dark.

This was not a battle, it was clearly a gamble! They were using the lives of hundreds of Hunan artillerymen and the 12th Battalion of infantrymen attacking the Taiping Army as bargaining chips, and Zeng Guoquan's life was also on the line. Zeng Laojiu also started to grumble in his heart: "When the smoke clears, I wonder if the Taiping rebels will chase our troops and attack us, otherwise I will have to run away!"

After all, the dozens of 9-pound cannons under his command had been loaded with solid bullets. These solid bullets were like solid lumps of iron. Facing the enemies that were surging in front of them like a tide, they were completely useless.

Zeng Guoquan had no other options now, and could only silently chant in his heart: "Sage Confucius, please bless me in heaven. If I succeed this time, I will definitely burn a few more incense sticks for you, and set up a few tables of good wine and good food for you."

Suddenly, he saw figures gathering in the smoke ahead, as if a group of people were running wildly. The guards around him suddenly became nervous, and their pistols were drawn, with the black muzzles pointed forward, ready to fire at any time. Zeng Guoquan also widened his eyes, staring at the front, not daring to blink.

At this time, a gust of wind blew over the battlefield, dispersing some of the smoke. Zeng Guoquan finally saw the people running over. They were all soldiers wearing uniforms and wearing blue cloth wrapped around their heads. They shouted at the top of their lungs: "We are defeated, we are defeated, we can't stand it anymore!" Their accents sounded like they were from Shandong. It turned out that they were a battalion of Shandong troops who were used as cannon fodder on the front line. They were beaten to a pulp by the Taiping Army's foreign rifles and cannons, and they fled down in panic.

But fortunately, there were no hairy pursuers behind them.

Zeng Guoquan was a veteran who had experienced many battles. He reacted very quickly. He immediately drew out his sword and pistol and rushed to his own artillery position like a gust of wind. He shuttled back and forth between the various artillery positions, shouting at the top of his voice as he ran: "Don't panic, get ready to fire! Hong Xiuquan is right in front of us. When the smoke clears, aim at the sedan chair and blast him hard! Killing Hong Xiuquan would be a great achievement. By then, everyone will be promoted and make a fortune, and eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, and have fish and meat every day!"

In fact, he had no idea in his heart, as Hong Xiuquan might have already run away. But now he could only paint a rosy picture for his subordinates and encourage them, otherwise those artillerymen might be taken away by the Lu army that was defeated from the front line, and then everything would be over.

At the same time, Zhao Sanduo also held a foreign gun and shouted at the top of his voice: "May Confucius bless you, I am invulnerable to swords and guns!" He has now been pushed to the first row. The training army of the battalion that served as a "human shield" for him and his battalion of Eight Banners New Army has been beaten to pieces by the Taiping Army with cannons, guns and grenades, leaving corpses scattered all over the ground. When the training army fled, some of the Eight Banners soldiers and Han training army in Zhao Sanduo's battalion also took the opportunity to run away, but Zhao Sanduo did not run away. He was an honest man, and he always felt that since he had received the emperor's salary, he should at least fire a few shots to show his respect. Otherwise, if he ran away without firing a shot, it would be too disloyal. How could he stay in the barracks in the future? As a result, he was pushed to the first row, holding a brown bass that he had played several times, and shot at the Taiping Army hiding in the trenches and leaning against the low wall on the opposite side.

"Invulnerable. Shoot!" As Jin Aduo's voice almost broke, Zhao Sanduo gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. With a "bang", he felt the foreign gun in his hand tremble violently, and then something flew out of the barrel. Zhao Sanduo was dumbfounded at the time, and it took him several seconds to react. He shouted in his heart: "It's over, it's the ramrod for loading bullets!" Now it's good, without the ramrod, he can only stare blankly, unable to shoot, and can only wait to be shot. Isn't this extremely unlucky.

At this moment, a few spots of muzzle flames flashed in the smoke on the opposite side, and then Zhao Sanduo saw his comrades fell down like wheat being cut. He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground, and he kept muttering in his heart: "This death is too quick, isn't it? How did those long-haired people aim with such a lot of smoke? Is there really a God helping them?"

"Sanduo, Sanduo, why are you still standing there? Pretend to be dead!" Zhao Sanduo was stunned when he suddenly heard someone calling him. He looked down and saw a fat little bannerman of the same age as him lying on the ground and waving at him. As soon as Zhao Sanduo saw the boy's appearance, he understood that he was pretending to be dead.

Zhao Sanduo finally reacted. He shuddered, stretched out his right hand to cover his chest, let out a belated scream, and fell to the ground with a plop. He thought to himself, "I should be able to escape this time. But I must not be discovered, or I will be dead."

"Tick-tick. Tick-tick."

When the charge horn was blown continuously in Hong Xiuquan's ears, the Heavenly King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was so excited that he almost couldn't stand it. Without saying a word, he quickly climbed onto his super luxurious "armored sedan chair" and stood firmly on the platform of the sedan chair as if he was standing on the top of the world. He pointed the so-called "stick-beating stick" in his hand straight forward and shouted at the top of his voice: "God bless us, charge, kill the Qing monsters, go to heaven! Kill all these Qing monsters for me!" It seemed that as long as he shouted, the Qing army would automatically disappear. When the Qing army pressed up aggressively just now, he was so scared that he didn't dare to stand on the sedan chair. Instead, he was carried down by Bian Sanniang and Daozi, ready to move at any time. However, at this moment, the first wave of the Qing army's attack was repelled, and the Taiping army began to counterattack. His courage immediately returned, and he thought to himself: "The Qing monsters are just like this. I must quickly show my face and let everyone see that the Emperor still loves me!"

Yes, it must hurt! Although Hong Xiuquan had a dream last night that a Hakka Emperor with hair standing up like a hedgehog and angry pointed at his nose and scolded him, and told him to go back to Tianjing and reflect on his mistakes. But he had his own ideas: "The old man is willing to scold me, which means he cares about me! Now is a critical moment, how could he not bless me? As long as God blesses me, I will definitely win this battle!"

The opponent is Emperor Xianfeng! This is a "king vs. king" duel, and the winner will be the boss of the world! If he wins, he will go all the way north and attack Beijing, and then the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom will be back in his hands. Luo Yaoguo, Xiao Chaogui and others must all report to the underworld, and Maria must also be captured and brought to the palace for Hong Xiuquan to personally "entertain" her.

The more Hong Xiuquan thought about it, the more excited he became. In the end, he started to dance. Coincidentally, at this time, the sound of artillery and gunfire on the front line became much quieter, and the diffuse smoke became thinner without replenishment, and the battlefield suddenly became bright. Hong Xiuquan's super sedan chair, which had been hidden by the smoke, appeared in front of the Qing army on the opposite side.

Zeng Guoquan was just about to run away when he looked up and saw this big sedan. He thought he was going to lose because the Eight Banners soldiers in front of him had collapsed, the Eight Banners New Army soldiers in front of the artillery array were all running wildly, and the Taiping Army behind them were chasing him closely with their bayonets.

But just when Zeng Guoquan was about to cry in despair, he suddenly found that the smoke in front of him had thinned, and vaguely, a huge yellow object emerged, only 200 to 300 steps away from him. His eyes lit up, and he thought: "This is most likely Hong Xiuquan's sedan chair!"

"Brothers of the artillery team, here's your chance to make a fortune!" Zeng Guoquan rushed to the artillery formation like crazy, snatched the command flag from a gunner, held it high, and shouted, "Listen to me! Aim at the yellow thing in front and fire!" Then he waved the flag fiercely, "Fire hard and use up all the shells!"

The artillery group of more than 9 -pound guns shook at the same time like an enraged beast, and the flames spurted out with a "whoosh", followed by deafening cannon fire and smoke. In the blink of an eye, the yellow sedan was hit by seven or eight round iron lumps!

It was hit, it was really hit! Zeng Guoquan saw the sedan chair being hit by several shells, shattering into pieces, and then falling down crookedly. He shook violently and couldn't help shouting: "Saint Confucius bless you, Hong Xiuquan has been hit by a cannon!"

"It hit! Oh, it really hit! Hahaha." On the watchtower of the Qing army camp, Emperor Xianfeng was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out. Now, seeing the sedan chair being hit and collapsed by a cannonball, he just danced like a child and laughed so crazily that everyone around him was scared.

Sushun hadn't reacted yet, and asked in confusion, "Your Majesty, what happened?"

Xianfeng laughed so hard that he fell backwards: "Hong Xiuquan's sedan chair was hit by my cannon! The Qing Dynasty won!" He paused and turned his head, his face distorted with excitement, and shouted: "Quick, quick, pass on my order, general attack, all troops general attack! I want to see Hong Xiuquan's head!"

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(End of this chapter)