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Chapter 328: In this day and age, we still need to stack armor?

"Fire!" Lei Ahu roared, and the six-pound field gun shook violently. Then a huge shell rushed out with a burst of green smoke.

The Beihe soldier who was rushing in the front didn't even let out a scream, and only his calves were still intact.

Then, this high-speed rotating shell covered with flesh and blood slammed heavily to the ground, then suddenly jumped up and smashed a huge bloody hole in the chest of the Beihe soldier closest to it.

A young officer from Beihe holding a Foshan bird gun screamed. He happened to run to the side and was immediately hit by a shell, with half of his body torn apart.

The barrel of his shotgun was smashed out of the gun body, flew into the air, and hit the head of an unlucky guy heavily.

The unlucky guy was still charging when he was shot in the head. The enemy didn't even see him and he could only groan on the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Just as the cannon was fired, two companies of Xing Tang Army soldiers rushed forward and fired a flurry of shots, beating the incoming Beihe Army back with heavy casualties.

Nguyen Van Hue had a dark face. He waved his hand and more than a dozen personal guards armed with thick-backed swords came forward. With just a few strokes, they chopped down several of the dozens of retreating Bac Ho soldiers.

"Push back, everyone! Anyone who dares to retreat will be punished by military law!"

Amidst the fierce roars, the Beihe soldiers who had just retreated were forced to move forward. However, before they got close, the six-pound field guns on this side were already in place.

Another shot was fired, followed by a burst of random gunfire.

At this point, the Beihe soldiers knew that if they retreated, the supervisory team would kill them, so they did not retreat at all, but ran to both sides and soon disappeared into the night.

Nguyen Van Hue was very calm. Seeing that these two or three hundred people could no longer fight, he waved his hand again, and a team that had been prepared behind him immediately filled in.

As expected, after a few minutes, these guys retreated in a mess.

This is normal. The collapsed section of the city wall is only about 13 or 14 feet wide and more than 20 feet long, and the Xing Tang army has a six-pound field gun and more than 100 flintlock rifles guarding it.

There is only one way to attack. If we want to drive them out who have already arrived here, there is no other way except to sacrifice human lives.

Nguyen Van Hue looked at the incense in the guard's hand, waved his hand again expressionlessly, and another team of Beihe soldiers came forward.

"Kang, after they retreat, you go up and fight until the last man standing. You are not allowed to come back!" Ruan Wenhui's real killer move is the more than one hundred people behind him.

There was no mobile field artillery in Beihe, so Nguyen Van Hue found them a 90-jin iron submachine gun made in the Qing Dynasty.

Well, maybe it can't be called a cannon, because it can only hold two taels of gunpowder, and the cannonball weighs more than four taels. In the Qing Dynasty, one tael was only about 37 grams. In other words, this thing can only hold 75 grams of gunpowder, and the cannonball weighs about 157 grams.

So even though it was a cannon cart and was called a cannon, it was actually more like a heavy sniper rifle.

At the breach, the two companies of the Xingtang Army once again displayed their prowess and repelled the Beihe soldiers once again. However, by now, they had repelled the enemy's five attacks and were quite exhausted.

"Boom!" With a loud noise and accompanied by orange-red flames, the submachine gun fired its small projectile towards the Xingtang Army.

The sound was loud, but the accuracy was a bit poor. This fist-sized shell did not hit the Xing Tang Army's six-pound cannon that the gunner was aiming at, but hit the collapsed city wall.

The city wall was hit and mud was splattered everywhere. A few unlucky Xing Tang soldiers happened to be underneath and were smashed into a bloody mess by the catapulted debris!
"Kill the southern bandits!" A young officer of the Beihe Army, wearing an iron helmet, drew his sword and shouted.

Then bursts of gunfire rang out. The Beihe soldiers opened fire first. The orange-red flames flickered, and several people of the Xingtang army fell down immediately after being caught off guard.

Almost at the same time, behind the young officer, hand-to-hand combatants wearing various helmets and hats, holding spears, swords and shields, rushed over like a tide, shouting.

Boom! The six-pound field gun also roared, and the Beihe soldiers who rushed over were knocked to the ground. At least four or five people were killed.

But they did not retreat like the previous soldiers, but rushed forward with even more fanatical roars.

The Xing Tang army quickly fired a burst of gunfire, knocking down more than ten people, but at the same time the iron cannon on the opposite side also opened fire.

Three or two heavy artillery shells hit the infantry of the Xing Tang Army very accurately, and three of them fell down immediately.

Encountered a hard time!
Li Bao understood clearly that these were the elite soldiers of Beihe. If they could defeat them and break through this gap, the supporting troops would arrive soon.

If we can't fight them back, all our previous achievements will be wiped out.

"Put on the bayonets and kill them all!" At the critical moment, Li Bao's thunderous roar came from the gap in the city wall.

Hearing the shouts of the brave commander, the Xing Tang army soldiers wearing mandarin duck battle jackets no longer hid from the shooting, but suddenly appeared at the gap. The two armies started a fierce hand-to-hand fight in this narrow space.

Li Bao, holding a steel knife and a rattan shield, rushed into the crowd first, slashing with the knife and smashing with the shield. In an instant, several militiamen on the opposite side fell down.

He was a captain and didn't need to use a flintlock rifle, so he was dressed like a melee soldier. With his superb martial arts skills, he immediately started to attack the opposite crowd.

"Brother!" A Beihe soldier with a dark face screamed and stabbed Li Bao with the spear in his hand like a madman.

His younger brother, already chopped into a bloody gourd by Li Bao, heard his brother's howling behind him and opened his mouth, wanting to remind the man that he was a master, but in the end, no words came out. Li Bao heard the howling and slightly tilted his body to avoid the stabbing spear. He swung his right rattan shield again, knocking the spear away. Then he ducked and slammed into the spearman's chest. He stabbed the two brothers with his long sword, quickly sending them to their destination.

"Death, you southern thieves!" A familiar accent came from his hometown. Li Bao looked up and saw a Beihe officer wearing armor with mountain patterns and a phoenix-wing helmet on his head appear in front of him on his left.

you motherfucker!
Li Bao took a deep breath and said, "Brother, you are going too far. What era is this? You are still stacking armor."

"Bei Kou is here to die!" In a flash, Li Bao's scalp went numb and he howled as he charged forward.

Ding-dang, a not-so-crisp sound was heard, and it turned out that it could not break the armor at all.

Ruan Wenkang was stunned by Li Bao's Haiyang accent. He didn't expect that this southern bandit officer would speak Haiyang dialect and was from the same hometown as him. His hand was a second slower and Li Bao's knife stabbed him.

However, it failed to penetrate the armor.

Nguyen Van Kang smiled cruelly. The armored man fought against the unarmored man. This southern bandit officer was doomed to die.

"Boss, I'm here!"

An angry roar was heard, and Ruan Wenkang looked up, only to see a man as strong as a mountain with his upper body naked, holding a hammer in his hand, rushing towards him with a roar.

Li Bao, who thought he was going to die here, was overjoyed. He turned around and ran towards the fat elephant without any image. He recognized the iron hammer, which was used to fix the field artillery carriage.

"Bang!" The fist-sized hammer hit the head of a Beihe soldier who was chasing Li Bao, causing a dent in the head.

Then the fat elephant twisted his waist, and the iron hammer hit left and right with a whistling sound, and in a few strokes he dispersed the surrounding Beihe soldiers.

Ruan Wenkang felt a chill in his heart. This strong man was like a mountain. Even without armor, he was a warrior who could defeat thousands of enemies. The iron hammer in his hand was the best armor-piercing weapon.

Li Bao ran two steps, and suddenly turned around in a strange posture, and the long sword in his hand flew towards Ruan Wenkang like a javelin.

Ruan Wenkang yelled and swung the dagger in his hand diagonally, knocking down the flying dagger, but in the next instant, Li Bao, who was running, turned around and pounced, hugging Ruan Wenkang's legs.

"Fat elephant, come here!" Li Bao roared.

The fat elephant, completely in killing mode, roared wildly and rushed forward like a tank.

Ruan Wenkang was very anxious and stabbed the ground with the long knife in his hand, but Li Bao twisted left and right like a loach and miraculously avoided his stab.

After stabbing three times, Ruan Wenkang didn't dare to stab again because the fat elephant had already come in front of him.

The fierce general that Nguyen Van Hue found in Haiyang had no choice but to fight against the fat elephant with Li Bao holding his thigh.

Well, a goose-feather knife versus a hammer in a construction site, just imagine how exciting that is.

If it was a one-on-one fight, Ruan Wenkang should be able to kill the fat elephant like walking a dog with his skills, but now he was immobilized, so he could only fight the fat elephant.

This is the advantage of the fat elephant. When it comes to force and strength, even super strong women and men like Pei Shichun and Wu Wenyong cannot compare to the fat elephant.

"Puff!" After Ruan Wenkang barely managed to withstand a few blows, the goose-feather knife in his hand was knocked down. The fat elephant howled, and two big hammers hit his chest. Even if you have mountain pattern armor, it is useless.

A stream of blood spurted out of Ruan Wenkang's mouth, his chest caved in, and he fell straight down.

The fat elephant was in full swing. After smashing Nguyen Van Kang to death, he was the first to rush out and killed several Beihe soldiers who were blocking his way with just two hammers.

The Beihe gunner who was operating the iron submachine gun was about to fire when he suddenly saw a "giant beast" rushing towards him. Fat Elephant threw it with both hands, and the rotating big hammer smashed the gunner out like a scarecrow.

Then, he roared wildly, picked up the 105-jin (-jin) cannon by the barrel, and smashed it hard at several frightened Beihe gunners nearby.

One of the Beihe gunners was so frightened that his heart and gallbladder were broken. His stomach contracted rapidly, and he vomited several mouthfuls of undigested chyme with a howl. He became incontinent and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the fat elephants, which were usually treated like cattle and horses, like gods descending to earth, the officers and soldiers of the surrounding Xingtang Army were inspired. They burst out with 200% of their fighting power and directly drove back this elite Beihe soldier.

"Oh my God!" Li Bao, who had escaped death, swallowed hard, "This must be Li Yuanba's resurrection!"

Nguyen Van Hue was also frightened. He saw clearly from a distance that the giant southern soldier, holding an iron hammer, killed his elite soldiers directly.

Nguyen Van Hue gritted his teeth and was about to send his personal guards forward, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his fingers. He looked down and saw that the incense had burned out.

A deafening roar rang out. At this moment when dawn was about to break, the Xing Tang Army woke up like a ferocious beast.

"Charge in, charge in, and take down Dongshou Fort!" Chen Lian, Earl of Chenghai and also known as Broken Sword Phiya, rushed to the front line with two swords in hand.

Behind him were the assembled elite soldiers of the Xing Tang Army.

(End of this chapter)