There will be a fierce battle tomorrow. After Yang Meng had enough food and drink, he also had a rest early. The other things were left to Du Fuhu. More than a thousand people in the bidding were given to him and had a good meal and sleep, but the Guizhou soldiers were in trouble. They were crafting wooden schedulings and preparing for various things to fight, but they did not eat and drink for a night.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Yang Meng got up, and the people on the other side were busy all night. Reinforcements came from Yongchang in the second half of the night, and thousands of people gathered on the platform on the west bank of the Lancang River.

"In today's battle, I took the bridge in Fubiao, Guizhou, and I led people to seize the bridge. Du Fuhu brought 1,500 Dubiao and followed, and the remaining 500 people behind the palace.

The responsibility of your Guizhou soldiers is to dig a pit and bury people. Whoever dares to throw the dead into the river? Don’t show mercy to the supervisor behind the palace and kill them directly!

The people who were killed today do not need to be verified to be true. As long as they are dead, they will be buried for me. Whoever dares to ignore the orders is yourselves.

Have a meal!"

More than 6,000 people had eaten their meals in just a quarter of an hour. The Guizhou soldiers who were tired and hungry all night were also mixed with some oil and water after the Supervisor finished eating. The emperor was not afraid of hungry soldiers, but the Guizhou soldiers who were responsible for burying the corpse today were not light.

After Yang Meng's 1,000 Supervisors who had been assigned the weapons, they began to go up the mountain. Unlike the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, the more fog goes up, the more it gets. The valley of Lancang River in the early morning was also shrouded in thick fog.

A smell of fireworks mixed in the mist, and it seems that Yongchang Shoulian on the opposite side has also started cooking.

"Come on quietly!"

Yang Meng whispered, more than a thousand Dubiaos wrapped around the men from Fubiao in Guizhou and gently touched Jihong Bridge. After Yang Meng's instructions, Dubiaos one by one. In the heavy fog in the river valley, he knocked the Guizhou soldiers paving the road with the hilt, stuffed his mouth with a rag, and placed them on the iron chain bridge one by one.

The sound on the west bank is getting louder and louder. It seems that it is time to eat. With the noise, the people who are laying the bridge are also moving forward quickly and use people to lay them first. Once discovered by the other side, they will use wooden rafts to tie them in advance. The iron chain bridge of more than 100 meters is about half an hour, and half is paved.

The benefits of using people to lay bridges are also reflected. People are soft and step on them without sound. People on the other side do not notice any movement here. In another ten or twenty minutes, the natural trench of the Lancang River will be flattened.

Yang Meng, who stood among the 200 vanguards, also held the shield in his hand tightly. Now is the key. As long as you pass the Jihong Bridge, Yongchang's whistle training will be the target of being slaughtered.

It was almost time. Yang Meng waved his hand and the 200 Supervisors also gently stepped onto the Jihong Bridge, which was paved with people. As soon as he reached the center of the river, a whistle sounded on the other side.

"Run! Fire!"

Trouble! Yongchang whistle training is not a meat head, but set up a secret whistle at the opposite bridge. The fog in the river valley was too strong. More than 200 people led by Yang Meng went on the bridge, and the bridge body shook abnormally, allowing the opponent to discover the enemy's attack.

The four 24-pound mortar cannons on the east bank of the bridge were almost exerting their power at the same time. Yang Meng, who was standing on the bridge, could only see the flames at the bridgehead on the west bank. If you look at the location, these cannons were good.

"quick!"

It was only thirty or forty meters away from the fire. The wooden rafts were thrown onto the iron chain, but the speed of the vanguards was anxious. Walking in the misty fog, the speed of the bridge laying ahead was too slow.

After a whistle from the other side, the sound on the other side became even more noisy. The heavy fog was a good thing for Yang Meng and Du Biao, and it was also a good thing for the whistle training on the west bank. The heavy fog covered the lethality of the flowering bullets, and there was no sight of the whistle training on the ground. The whistle training on the opposite side actually started to fight back.

"Squat down!"

As soon as the gunshots on the other side sounded, Yang Meng realized that something was wrong. The distance was too close. The lethality of the gun and the bird gun was fully utilized. Dozens of guns on the other side fired at the same time. The bridge team walking in front and the shield player in front of the vanguard were in trouble. After screaming, the sound of falling into the river was heard.

The shield covered with iron can't stop the power of the lead, and the sky is full of debris. With dozens of people from the Puqiao team blocked it, and with the blocking of the shield soldiers, some of the lead hit the vanguards. The round shield in their hands can't stop the lead shots being shot out by lifting the gun.

After a round of gunfire, the gunfire on the other side also stopped. It was troublesome to lift the gun and load it. The lethality of the bird gun is limited, so now is the best opportunity.

"Extend! Bounce!"

Extension is the extension of artillery fire. The two mortars on the west bank of the bridge can help block the back road of whistle training. Dragging the corpse beside him, the two hundred vanguards in the commando quickly pave the bridge and advance.

"Let's go down!"

It is only seven or eight meters away from the west coast. The shadow of the archway on the other side also looks a little scary in the fog, but what is even more scary is that it is preparing to light a torch that lifts the gun.

Another round of gunfire was fired, but fortunately, the distance was relatively close, and the lead from the gun was basically not reaching the bridge deck, and the lethality of the second round of gunfire was very limited.

"Route, fire! After firing the bullets, lay the bridge! Idle load the bullets!"

Five people, one team at a time, two teams, Colt m1847, also showed his power on the battlefield of the Qing Dynasty for the first time, and fired with both hands. The revolver's shooting speed was very fast, and the distance between thirty or forty meters was the time when the gun was most lethal.

After shooting, the corpse of the bridge team was attached to the iron chain. More than 20 vanguards of the commando were killed, and finally set foot on the west bank of the Lancang River.

"Don't rush, keep shooting!"

The screams on the other side became louder and louder, and the screams in the fog were also a terrifying thing. When it arrived at the bridge, a line of more than a dozen people could be arranged.

There are at least a few thousand whistle training on the other side, and the lethality of more than 200 people going up is not as good as those who trampled on each other to death! Shooting is undoubtedly a good way, and it can also give Du Fuhu behind him time to cross the bridge.

The revolver fought for five or six rounds, and the wizards of the Supervisor seemed to be holding a cloud of mist in their hands. The cold river fog covered the hot barrel, stirring up more water mist.

Colt's effective range is 60 or 70 meters, but the kill range of the projectile is enough to be one or two hundred meters. Although the open space on the other side of Jihong Bridge is not small, there are also many people who practice whistle training. They do not need to aim and shoot at will. The tragic sounds on the platform are getting louder and louder.

As the men and horses led by Du Fuhu crossed the bridge one by one, the scattered soldiers of the vanguards grew longer and longer. The 1,500 governors crossed the bridge. The sunlight also shone into the valley. The thick fog covering the valley was dissipating rapidly, and the situation on the other side could be roughly seen.

The bullets at the bridgehead and the flowering bullets on the back road pressed the whistle training on the platform into a half-moon shape. In addition to the broken limbs and bodies, the bridgehead was filled with blood flowing, and the mortars and five or six rounds of close-range shooting, and the whistle training on the ground. There were definitely seven or eight hundred people.

The Super Biao saw Yongchang's whistle training, and the Yongchang's whistle training also saw the black Super Biao on the bridge. Thousands of people came immediately, and it was like a divine weapon that came from the sky.

The fog that quickly dissipated also allowed most of the whistle trainers to see the tragic phenomena on the bridgehead and the back road. The bridgehead was better, most of them were dead people lying down. On the way down the mountain, there were only plasma and minced meat. This scene shocked most of the Yongchang whistle trainers.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!! Kill all the way to Yongchang. Anyone with swords along the way will be killed!"

Yongchang's whistle training was stunned, Yang Meng was not in this mood. He pulled out the ghost-headed knife from his waist and pointed at Yongchang's whistle training, and more than two thousand supervising marks were pounced on him like a tiger or wolf.

The fear of the battle of the bridge was over 200 vanguards, who endured 99% of the vanguards. More than 200 vanguards were afraid of it, but the stupid Yongchang Wing Training was undoubtedly a good object to vent. The fear was slowly replaced by cruelty. Seeing the headless bodies slumped in front of him, the fear in the hearts of the vanguards was replaced by bloody cruelty.

The more than 800 people following the vanguard were looking at Ling Chi's relish, and the 200 vanguards were killed happily, and their eyes also showed a bloodthirsty light.

The Yongchang whistle training that guards Jihong Bridge is mostly Yongchang's Green Camp soldiers. These people are the most powerful people in Shen Zhenda's hands. It is not that no one knows about the flowering bullets and the general's cannon, but once they say it, it can only increase its fear.

Looking at the group of people wearing zither clothes, many of Yongchang's Green Camp soldiers could not think of where this team came from. The blue blades were either headless or broken into two pieces of body. The Supervisor's vanguard with outstanding arm and wrist strength brought more fear to Yongchang's Green Camp soldiers.

Facing fear, raising up and resisting is the best choice. The weaker you are, the stronger your fear will be. It will turn from a wave to a tsunami until it crushes you and crushes you.

Yongchang Shoujian, which was mainly surrendered soldiers in the Green Camp, was scared and killed the gods, but the more they were afraid, the weaker they were, it encouraged Du Biao to be cruel, killing people and corpses. There was no complete corpse where more than two thousand Du Biao walked.

If you can't escape, you can't escape, and you will inevitably die if you surrender. Faced with the brutal enemy, Yongchang's last trace of resistance was not enough. Only a few hundred people fled to the mountain under the fire of artillery.

"Notify the artillery behind to stop firing. After the sound of the artillery stopped, go to Yongping first and then to Yongchang. Remember! Anyone with swords and weapons will be killed."

As soon as the cannon stopped, Du Fuhu and his men headed straight for Yongping, while Yang Meng left behind the remaining 160 vanguards to deal with the funeral. This is the most important thing.

The thousands of corpses on the platform must be disposed of before Lin Zexu arrives, otherwise he will be in trouble. From the perspective of the root, Lin Zexu should be a Taoist master. It is no big deal to hear such killings, but most people will definitely not be able to bear it.

The five hundred governors behind the hall received Yang Meng's order and drove more than 3,000 Guizhou soldiers to the bridge. When they saw the broken bodies on the west bank of the bridge, most of the Guizhou soldiers vomited, one after another, as if they were infectious.

The five hundred tues behind the hall are not much better than the Guizhou soldiers. The hundreds of tues on the bridge are mostly trampled to the point of being broken. The bloody Jihong Bridge is simply paradise compared with the west bank. Blood flows into a plasma waterfall. Along the stone platform west of the bridge, a red waterfall formed above the river valley, dyeing the Lancang River under the Jihong Bridge red.

General Yang Meng in the mist and smoke, and more than a hundred bloody Super League vanguards stood alone in the flesh and blood slaughterhouse like hell Shura.

"After vomiting, I'll change the bridge board, carry the body to the bottom of the mountain, dig deep pits to bury it, get some wooden barrels, fetch water from the river, and brush out this platform for me."

This battlefield is not something that ordinary people can stay in. Apart from the broken limbs and bodies, it is the smell of blood and smell. The battlefield has always been purgatory, and there is no blood-stained style at all.

Yang Meng's words are now better than imperial edicts. Guizhou soldiers carrying farm tools wiped the vomit at the corner of their mouths and began to work in hell.

"Do it deal with it, and then collect the body along Yongping and Yongchang line and try to deal with it as cleanly as possible.

After this is done, we will report the victory to the Governor. If we kill and injured, we will not report the number of enemies. We will only say that the army has seized Jihong Bridge."
Chapter completed!