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Chapter 827 The Showdown of the Fusilian Array

There are 25 niulu in the Zhenghong flag, and each niulu has 300 people equipped with a walking drum and a recognition flag. sequence.

Several cannons dragged by war horses moved quickly on the two wings of the Qing army, and the wheels creaked. The Qing army who operated the cannon stopped and fired a cannon from time to time, and a cloud of white smoke flew up, hitting the Wei army's line and covering the Qing army. The front moves forward.

At this time, on the battlefield with a radius of tens of miles, the sound of gunfire and shouts of killing resounded everywhere. On the way forward, the infantry was smashed out of mud pillars from time to time. There is also a faint smell of blood.

Boluo led the Zhenghong flag to the front, but his eyes looked at the two wings from time to time. The battle on the west front was still loud, and the Gong family village was full of red lights, and people were thrown away from time to time. The battle was fierce.

Shi Tingzhu on the eastern front lined up several phalanxes, white smoke billowed up in the front line, and the Wei army phalanx on the opposite side pressed up, and the spears held high were kept flattened, and the spearheads layered on top of each other formed a fan and crashed into the Qing army. The front line immediately knocked out a depression.

All of a sudden, the slope was full of corpses of people and horses. Weapons, banners, and shields were scattered all over the ground. Blood flowed out from the corpses and merged into streams, which was shocking.

Wei Jun's offensive on the two wings was very sharp, which made Boluo's heart tremble, and he was a little worried whether Bayan and Shi Tingzhu could withstand it.

This is not to blame for his worry. Now that the generals of the Qing army have withered, the names of Daishan, Yuetuo, Mangurtai, and Abatai have all disappeared in the long river of time, and it is difficult to find them in the Qing army. A few characters who can make people chill just by hearing their names.

Boluo shook his head, throwing away his unlucky thoughts, and stopped looking at the two wings.After all, it's useless for him to worry. All he can do now is to defeat the frontal Wei army as soon as possible. Only by defeating the frontal Wei army, the two wings are naturally safe.

At this time, Wei Jun's artillery fired continuously, and there was a thin layer of smoke floating in the gap between the two armies' fronts. Through the smoke, Bo Luo saw a human wall appearing on the ground, which was Wei Jun's front.

Gao Yihuan arranged the elite Ke Sheng army on the front, without spears, all of them were flintlock musketeers, standing in four rows.

Every soldier of the Wei army is equipped with a double-breasted cloth armor, a disc-shaped helmet, a flintlock gun in his hand, a thorn and a water bottle hanging from his waist, a propellant belt on his body, a medicine bottle hanging on it, and a gun on his back. It was a roll of blankets, a shovel, and two thunderbolts.

Behind the flintlock line was the phalanx of the Wei army. Gao Yihuan rode a horse and stationed under the banner of the Dazhu, and was using binoculars to observe the Qing army pressing up from a distance, frowning slightly.

"Is this the self-generated gun army of the Qing army?" Gao Yihuan turned his head and asked.

Fang Jiayu replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the flag is the red flag of the Han army, so it is correct. This army was in Suqian and defeated the Ming army's Shenji Battalion, which was also equipped with self-generating firecrackers."

Gao Yihuan heard the words, picked up the binoculars again, and saw the soldiers of the Qing army who were holding the red flag carrying guns on their shoulders, the banners were flying above their heads, and the soldiers were advancing in layers like a wall. He couldn't help laughing: "It's interesting!"

In the formation of the Qing army, Dorgon turned his head to look at the east and west lines from time to time, and found that the Wei army was attacking rapidly, especially Xu Heihu's troops. However, Dorgon was terrified. He took the initiative to drop [-] cavalry and went to the western front for reinforcements.

The fierce fighting on the east and west fronts made Dorgon a little anxious. In fact, if the Manchus hadn't shaved their hair and left their braids, they would have found that Dorgon was already bald because he was working hard on state affairs.

At this time, Dorgon saw that the Zhenghong Banner had advanced to two miles from the Wei Army's front, and hurriedly turned his head and ordered, "Let the Zhenghuang Banner and Xianghuang Banner's horse troops go forward, press Boluo's formation, and be ready to attack the Wei Army's front at any time."

The horn of the Qing army sounded, and two cavalrymen drove out slowly, trailing behind the Zhenghong flag. They did not raise their horse speed, but walked forward slowly.

Seeing this, Gao Yihuan's face darkened, and he said to Li Dingguo, "It's a bit troublesome!"

Li Dingguo clasped his fists together, "Your Majesty, I will go to the front to command!"

At this time, under the bombardment of the Wei army's bronze cannon, the red flag continued to advance, and it had advanced within a mile. Boluo was behind the front line.

Bo Luo shook his head, doubting in his heart, no way, he is also a battle-hardened man with a will as hard as iron, so how could he be afraid.

Soon, he found out the reason, it was because of the densely packed gunners on the Wei army's front.

This feeling of being exposed to the opponent's guns, letting the opponent fire the guns, and dying randomly is really uncomfortable.

At this time, the Qing army's fusiliers continued to step forward. They lined up in a dense battle line, and the distance between each person was only about one punch, so that the Qing soldiers could have a sense of security as they advanced.

With a sound of "bang", a cannon in the Wei army's line backed up, puffing up a puff of white smoke, and Boluo saw a queue in front of him being shot through obliquely.

The standard bearers of Niulu in front of the Qing army's front pointed the flag forward obliquely. Niu Lu's forehead really imitated Wei Jun's appearance, holding a knife in his chest, walking in the front with his head held high, but when a cannon hit him, he still made him stand upright. Po Gong, his neck shrank in fright, and the flag bearer beside him disappeared instantly.

The Qing army in the back row immediately stepped forward, picked up the flag, and continued to point diagonally forward.

On the front line of the Wei army, the officer began to shout loudly, "Get on the blunderbuss, the first row, hold the blunderbuss!"

In the Wei army on the front line, there was a clattering sound. The soldiers of the Wei army took out the thorns and put them on the fire blunderbusses. On the shoulders, there are forests of thorns shining coldly on Wei Jun's front.

The advancing Qing army also clenched their firecrackers tightly at this time, holding the firecrackers with both hands at an angle, ready to stop and raise their guns at any time.

At this time, the Qing army had already approached the front line by a hundred steps, and there was another suona sound in the Wei army's formation, and the officers of each division shouted loudly: "Raise the blunderbuss!"

The Wei army in the first row immediately raised their firecrackers to form a straight line, while the Qing army continued to push forward under pressure, and soldiers were constantly knocked down by artillery and wounded by rockets.

"All stop!" Finally, within thirty steps, there were voices coming and going from the Qing army's line.

The soldiers of the advancing Qing army all stopped. Under the attack of rockets and artillery, their line was no longer a straight line, but a crooked wavy line.

"Lift the blunderbuss!" In the Qing army's front line, Niu Luezhen screamed loudly, and the blunderbussmen in the front row lifted the blunderbuss instantly.

For a while, the air was suddenly quiet. On the front lines of the two armies, each lined up with thousands of guns, and the muzzles were aimed at each other.

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