At the foot of the city of Xixiang, the four square gates of the Taiping Army, which were pursued from Jinzhou, were blocked by the fortifications and defense lines.

"Is this the newly issued gun weapon? This is such a good thing..."

Zhang Dong, the brigade commander who was patrolling the camp, was quite interested in playing with a gray-black cast iron three-eyed gun, and gently rubbed the sharp cone with his fingers.

"It doesn't have to be strung hard to wait for the injection. You can blow up the lead and iron balls with just one tap. You have the ability to break through the stones and penetrate the wood. You have to get closer, even if you penetrate the Jiazi, you will be beaten and beat the blood hole in the eyes. Not to mention that you can call and dodge like an arrow, which is unstoppable."

He saw with his own eyes how unbearable the Jinzhou rebels who had the advantage in numbers were in front of these firearms. As long as a round of radiation began, he would yell and disperse, such as "The thief army has magic", "the monsters in the wind eat people", "the invisible swords hurt people".

"This thing is not something that anyone can use. It requires repeated practice and skill. Otherwise, if you make a mistake, you won't be able to hit it. If you ignite the medicine stone and burst, it will easily hurt yourself and others... Besides, it is only a means of receiving the enemy within more than ten steps, which is far less than a crossbow."

However, Li Liuqi, the coach of the Huo Teng Travel who was familiar with him, shook his head and said.

"This is a bad word. This object is much lighter and easier than a crossbow. As long as someone continues to fill it up, it will be faster than a crossbow. It can be shot from a distance and kill, close-range and hand-to-hand combat, hammering, and sharp cone breaking armor. Why is it not necessarily easy to use? With the right brand on it, it won't be much even if it encounters a crossbow team..."

Zhang Dong said in a constant voice with constant interest.

"You only need to let the vanguard attack with the familiar arrangement, and suddenly disrupt the approaching enemy formation and then rush in, it will naturally be easy to open up the situation. When I was dealing with the mountain barbarians in the south in the early years, if these good things were available, I would probably not know how much trouble I could save and how many children would lose less."

"Okay, okay, don't be too obedient. This time, the superiors have provided four regiments, more than a thousand gun weapons and spare parts. They all have numbers to check; I'll give you one or two to enjoy and defend yourself. As long as you report it later, if you want more gun weapons, you have to submit your petition above..."

Li Liuqi raised some helplessly.

"Then you just lend me a team of gunners to call for a few days; of course it won't be a dangerous place, but I just want to understand and become familiar with it in advance. The tactics and practices of this coordinated gun weapon are good."

However, Zhang Dong continued to say unwillingly.

"You are good at planning, but you treat the soldiers in the army as something."

Li Liuqi couldn't help but laugh, and he paused and said.

"But if you have this idea, then you'll have to stay here; so what if I let my brothers join you in a fight with you?"

At this time, the rushing drums and shouts came from the whistle tower in the distance:

"It's the city that started to break through... It's just right... The guys are wearing it and they all follow me to kill the enemy..."

Zhang Dong's face changed and he shouted to his nearby subordinates.

In fact, the backbone of the rebels who fled from Jinzhou, as well as the remnants of wealthy families, were gathered in this middle- and lower-class city with a population of only 30,000 to 40,000.

Therefore, if Yangzhou is taken down, it will also mean that most of the open and potential resistance forces in Shandong Dongdao will lose their backbone and urgent thrust, and will calm down.

However, as troops who crossed the mountains and pursued lightly through the valley, although they surrounded the enemy, they actually faced the problem of insufficient offensive power and follow-up preparations; there was also a potential threat from the enemy's support in the west.

But since these trapped enemies are willing to break through the siege, they will naturally be able to kill more, which will save more trouble in the future. Therefore, just half an hour later, Zhang Dong, wearing iron scales and armor, was already catching a knife and holding a spear, and turned around and chased the defeated enemies who could not break through.

Just as he was reciprocating and stabbing his sword, six or seven enemy soldiers who were desperately storming or unable to escape were successively put down on his pursuit. Then, amid the screams of screams and whinings around him, he suddenly found that he had rushed to the city gate.

The remaining defeated enemies were also blocked here, and they were struggling in front of the huge iron city gate that was struggling to close, trampling on each other, pushing and clinging to squeeze themselves in; many arms that were pulling and pushing in the gaps in the city gate were as cunning as dense roots.

They were so eager to push in, and they turned a blind eye to the Taiping soldiers who were chasing them into it or looked at nothing. At this moment, facing Zhang Dong, who was so crowded, even if he cut down several enemy soldiers with his backs on him, he could not advance much.

Instead, he could only look at the gap that became narrower and narrower as the crying sounds of the defeated soldiers outside the door. The small number of soldiers gathered around him with knives in hand also had a somewhat helpless and unwilling expression.

Zhang Dong suddenly felt aroused his heart and suddenly took something out from his waist, but he only used it as a sample to carry it down to the bomb as a small melon; his head was tied with a short rope head used to swing and swing and throw it out.

He immediately pulled out the protective cover and applied the lead, and quickly threw it out between the blue smoke and the crack of the door not far away. However, what was a little disappointing was that the bomb bomb that drew an arc over the heads of the defeated soldiers eventually turned a line and hit the side of the slowly closed door;

It bounced back and fell down and hit the head of a half-body squeezing in. It immediately smashed him with a scream and let go of his eyes. It was pulled and pushed out of the crack of the door. Then the explosive bomb disappeared into the crowd with the fleeting smoke.

"Do you still have it in your hands?"

Zhang Dong couldn't help but shouted anxiously to the left and right.

Then someone quickly searched and collected two pieces from his body, but they were made into an oval bottle-shaped turbulent oil bomb. He took a deep breath and pinched one in his hand and prepared to take action again. Suddenly, a sudden loud tremor broke out from the door.

As this dull body was extremely dull, there was a roar of echoing roar, and a large wave of air and smoke suddenly burst out from the cracks of the door, as well as rotten flesh and blood limbs, splattering out, and then the defeated soldiers who were pushing outside the door were the first to bear the brunt of the brunt.

The closed city gate also stopped at this moment. Seeing this, Zhang Dong couldn't help but shouted:

"This is a God-given opportunity, let's go with me..."

"Kill the enemy and save the world, and create peace again..."

Amid the sudden burst of shouts, they rushed to step over the defeated soldiers who fell all over the ground, and cut down the deaf soldiers who were so shocked that they were so close that they were bleeding from their eyes and their facial features, and they broke into the crack of the door that was only half a foot wide.

Immediately, Zhang Dong found in the dark and smoke-filled corridor behind the door that the defenders who were holding on to the city gate were gone, leaving only the corpses that were blown to pieces under his feet, as well as large pieces of blood and fragments splashing on both walls;

Stepping on the soft ground where blood was soaking the corpse and breathing the pungent bloody air mixed with thick smoke, Zhang Dong tried hard to resist the dizziness and discomfort of being heavy and light, and then he mustered Yu Yong to sprint forward.

The heavy door panel behind him was reopened, and gradually became brighter and brighter. Then, in the smoke that gradually became thinner, Zhang Dong once again bumped into the oncoming human body; he couldn't help but thrust his knife and stab him.

It seems that because he was shocked and deaf in the relatively closed corridor, these enemy soldiers who were blocking the road could not even cause any hindrance to him, he was already chopped down and dispersed.

In this passage that was unknown and did not know how long it took, when Zhang Dong saw the bright sky light again, he stopped in a daze. Then he saw a pile of bricks and grey jars smashed down at the gate of the inner city, which was close to him.

Although they choked again and coughed continuously, and the ones who were scattered were covered with a layer of grayish white, they also made all of them escape the attack on the city wall. It was obvious that the defenders on the city wall finally reacted and began to try to stop them, such as those who were in trouble.

And as the ashes were filled with cold light, a faintly lit up; it was a defender holding a crossbow. Zhang Dong also ignited the fire heads in his hand through the four walls. Suddenly, a sound exploded among the defenders who had not yet been able to shoot, and burned into pieces.

In an instant, he also plucked up his remaining strength and rushed forward, hitting the crossbowmen who gathered together in a hurry. Behind him, there was a familiar crackling sound of gunfire and ramming. With the roar, it was obvious that the grenades from the team followed.

——I am the dividing line—

A small-scale mutation occurred in Houguan City and military camps in Dasanguan where heavy snow fell.

Just between the tables that were spilled and overturned and the food and wine on the ground; the first general of the Zhongwu Army, Lu Yanhong, the third general of the capital Zhang Zao, and the seventh general Li Jian, stood together and stared at him with surprise, thinking that the fifth general Wang Jian and the sixth general Han Jian, the other five generals.

Behind them were groups of personal soldiers and entourages who were nervously pressing their swords and soldiers, confronting each other, and the smoke that was exhaled quickly in the cold weather, even the mist lingered among the beams and pillars on the floor for a long time and was difficult to dissipate.

"Mr. Yang and I have been deeply kind, why did they secretly deviate from me?"

The first general Lu Yanhong, who described his beautiful and somewhat thin, said angrily.

"Now, Xiao Yang (Fu Guang) is seriously ill, and the Great Yang Shumi is on the quest to be Feng Xiang, and the army is full of six gods and has become even more and more difficult. Don't blame me for finding another way out."
Chapter completed!