"Bang bang" gunshots sounded in a row. This was not a platoon of guns, but the scattered soldiers of the Zhao army blocking the opponent's vanguard.

Although the Qing army invested two battalions with one move, the Han River valley was narrow, so the team was a bit long.

Na Dusi was not an idiot. He did not rush all the soldiers to rush up in a swarm, but divided them into three stages: front, middle and back. The front, the team was only a hundred people, and now more than a dozen people have been knocked down, and the charge suddenly stopped.

But it was just a stagnation. Although more than a dozen were knocked down, it couldn't stop many Qing soldiers.

Behind the 100-man striker is the main force of five or six hundred.

All of these people were holding swords and guns, and the Qing army in front could only continue to rush upwards without fear of death.

They are the most standard cannon fodder.

The rifled rifle fires very accurately, but the loading is slower, even slower than the shelling.

The real reason why the main force in the Qing army, who was in the middle, collapsed before entering the range of the smoothbore gun, was the artillery fire on the mountain.

Whether it is solid bullets or flowering bullets fired by mortars, the damage they caused to the Qing army was not comparable to that of some guns.

The smoke of gunfire rose. With the roaring cannons, one by one hit the Qing army, and then they suddenly broke out dozens of bloody paths.

The broken limbs and arms flew across, and countless people screamed.

The injured and undead Qing soldiers hugged their broken arms and legs and screamed as they screamed in a sarcasm. The entire body of the Qing soldiers was broken, and they were cut in half, but they were not breathing for a while.

The main force of the Qing soldiers, which had five or six hundred people, fled in an instant, and they retreated one after another, and even the waist knife in Du Si's hand could not be afraid.

And Zhao's artillery continued.

"Roar, keep rushing, rush up!"

"Roar up!"

The Zhao army's artillery aimed at the middle array, but instead asked the cannon fodders in the front to escape.

But this also makes the cannon fodder even more fearful.

If they weren't the general clamor, they would also want to run away with them.

But this idea was soon realized, because just now, after a bullet took away an ear, it immediately changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

The Qing army's artillery was also bombarding with all its might, but hitting the low wall in front of it, although it made mud and rocks fly, it seemed to be of no use.

The Zhao army's cannons continued to roar without any impact.

The Han River Valley was filled with stones and mixed with cement concrete. The defense line built by the Zhao army exceeded the standard from the beginning.

Generations of earthen buns were piled up on the outer periphery of the solid walls, and even the inside was built with sandbags and sandbags, and thick wooden trellis supported on the top of the head. Such a line of defense was too unbreakable for the firepower of the Qing army.

Instead of attacking here by storming troops, Hadang Ah and Chengde might as well send elite forces to see if they could drill out a path from the mountains so as to get around the back of Zhao's army to cause damage.

Even if Meng Can has put this aside for a long time.

Otherwise, how could there be so many Zhao troops gathered here at Shuhekou?

"Run..."

The Qing army, with a large number of people, failed to attack once and made a comeback for the second time. However, after learning from the last lesson, the number of troops invested this time was only one battalion, and the teams were quite loose.

Meng Can looked at the Qing army's queue from afar, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The loose distribution of the Qing army can indeed reduce the killing of shells, but what about muskets?

Without the dense queues of Qing troops, they rushed to the front of the Zhao army's defense line. What could they do except give away heads?

"Storm up! The thief army is just a thin layer of people, and they can be crushed to death even if they are suppressed!"

Due to the width of the river valley, the Zhao army has very few troops on the front line, and it looks like a thin layer from a distance.

The Qing army officers all waved their knives and shouted loudly.

It seems that this can dispel the fear in the heart and rekindle the fighting spirit.

The gunshots of rifled guns continued. Although their firing rate was slow, their accuracy was really high.

Specializes in selecting officers to fight, specializes in selecting some brave ones to fight.

Just like now, a brave general raised his arms and shouted with a heroic posture, and wanted to lead his subordinates forward, which attracted several gazes. The next moment, his head and chest were spurted out of multiple blood plasma at the same time. The man instantly returned to the west, which scared all the Qing soldiers around him.

However, because there were other officers behind the Qing army, even though the crowd rushed forward for a few pauses, the people continued to rush forward as a whole.

"Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps - open fire!"

Behind the low wall, a row of iron helmets rose, and Zhao Jun was equipped with a helmet.

Although it is just a metal shell and inner lining, it has already taken the prototype of a modern helmet and has a certain degree of protection.

The neat sound of gunfire resounded throughout the battlefield.

Hadang Ah He, who was watching the formation behind the Qing army, was clever and stretched his neck as if he was stabbed by a needle, listening carefully.

Once, twice, three times, four times..., gunfires come one after another, but they are always neatly. Even if you take a closer look, you can find that the interval between those rounds of gunfires is almost the same.

How can I fight this?

The two looked at each other tacitly and saw the dullness in each other's eyes.

"The thief army can actually organize such an orderly volley of guns amid the sound of gunfire, no matter how many people..."

Cheng De didn't believe that the Zhao army on the opposite side was really so elite, but like the gunman in front of him, the Zhao army didn't need many, only three or five hundred people. Cooperating with the terrain and their artillery fire, the Qing army's face would be covered in blood.

Under the neatly arranged guns, Qing Bingchun, who was scattering attacks, went to send people to his head. The thin layer of defense in front seemed to be a thin layer, but in fact it was a huge bloody mouth.

They are still fucking, and there is no last shortcoming on the other side.

The Qing army was defeated without any surprise.

They rushed to the front in front of artillery fire, facing the Zhao army's volleyball guns, without any backhand power. Not to mention that the Zhao army still threw grenades from time to time within thirty steps.

Even the cannons are loaded with shotguns, so beware of the situation.

In such a narrow area, the shotguns bombed by more than a dozen cannons are the absolute weapon to clear the field.

It’s just that this battle was useless at all.

The battlefield quickly returned to peace.

But Ah and Chengde stood there without moving, and many Qing soldiers were also staring at the battlefield where the smoke was gone.

The Qing army corpses fell on the narrow passage, and four or five hundred people fell down after two attacks. The sound of gunfires on the opposite side easily swallowed so many lives.

However, they had suffered such a huge casualty attack, but in addition to breaking a few bags of earthblocks, they might have also injured several other people, and they had no results in any battle.
Chapter completed!