"No shooting is allowed! No shooting is allowed without orders!"

"The gun is upward, don't put it down..."

"Waiting for my order..."

On the banks of the canal, two armies were heading towards each other. They had no heavy firepower, so they just got closer and shot.

The soldiers of the Eighth Legion, who had been trained by Xu Jialiang for a period of time, could still go to the military line. The speed slowed down a little, and they walked quite neatly. Unlike the opposite side, they had to stop and rectify the team every time they could not walk a few steps, and they had to withstand the attacks of hunters. At the same time, the Eighth Legion walked almost three times the distance between the Eight Banners soldiers on the opposite side.

The distance between the two sides has been shortened to 150 steps.

Xu Jialiang held the knife in his hand, holding the knife upwards and raised it high - the order to shoot him, and as long as the saber is put down and the whistle sounds, the first row of 500 muskets will be fired immediately!

At the same time, the only sets of mortars would also open fire, and they were aiming at the officers and flags on the opposite side.

Xu Jialiang was not afraid at all.

He had no idea how long he had expected this moment. Unfortunately, the army was about to enter the capital, and it was his turn to show off.

"Bang bang bang..."

When the distance between the two sides was closer to about a hundred steps, the opposite side fired.

Xu Jialiang still had no reaction.

It’s 140 or 50 meters away. If you can win the smoothbore musket, you will win the jackpot.

Sure enough, only a few of Chen Jun were hit by the projectiles when he was unlucky.

Xu Jialiang is the commander of this team, and his every move directly affects the minds of all soldiers.

At this moment, amid the gunshots, he was calm and composed, making all the soldiers feel at ease.

The team continues to move forward!

"Teacher, it's going to be fifty steps!"

A guard next to Xu Jialiang said, "This is a very talented person in terms of visual distance. Seeing that the Qing army brigade had entered the effective range, he hurriedly reminded him.

"Put closer!"

Xu Jialiang gritted his teeth and said.

Fifty steps are seventy meters upwards. Fire at this distance will cause certain damage, but the effect is limited.

Xu Jialiang felt that he had to go at least thirty steps, and the distance between forty or fifty meters was to fire again.

And if the soldiers in his hands were all elite, rather than fools like the Eight Banners soldiers, he would have wanted to hit thirty meters directly.

While walking, Xu Jialiang prayed silently in his heart, letting the gods and Buddhas in the sky bless him to achieve great achievements this time - his current status is worrying. The Eighth Legion is a pit, a pit that King Zhao is so uncomfortable.

Really, Zhao Liang really had high expectations for the Eight Banners soldiers at the beginning. But who knew that these Eight Banners masters told him with bloody reality that he was really blind.

Xu Jialiang dreams of changing jobs now.

"Thirty steps!"

Amid the scattered gunshots of the Qing army, the guards reminded him again.

"Okay, now!"

Xu Jialiang roared and the sword immediately slashed forward.

"Let the muzzle bellow! Point it ahead and fire!"

The soldiers of the Eighth Army who had been anxious in their hearts set off their muskets and pulled the trigger.

Unlike the Qing army that it was difficult to fire neatly volleys after the Qing army opened fire, the Eighth Army fired in a row of volleys, retreated and advanced, and the second row of volleys followed.

The Qing army opposite immediately turned around and turned into chaos!

If the people of the Eighth Army were just a group of third-rate soldiers, then the Eight Banners soldiers on the opposite side could only be a group of mobs.

Each of their hands could tremble as if they could not reload bullets. Or they could reload ammunition once, and the time they reloaded ammunition was enough for the Eight Banners soldiers to shoot two or three rounds.

Chen Jun had five large horizontal teams of 100*4, but there were only four volleys of gunfire. The five thousand eight banners on the opposite side were swarming and dispersing. The eight banner soldiers who were not hit lost their weapons and turned around and ran away.

Of course, there were also brave people in the Qing army. A second-class guard had been walking in front of the team before. More than a dozen people around him were shot and knocked over to the ground by gunfire, at least half of them died. He was not spared. He was bounced on his right arm and stained his bloody clothes. But at this moment, he raised his waist knife with his other hand and shouted loudly to fight to the death.

"Kill!"

The loud shouts of killing resounded across the water, but unfortunately it was not the Eight Banners soldiers who were shouting, but Chen Jun opposite them.

Install bayonets on one musket after another.

The shouts of killing sounded loudly, and Chen Jun, who was far fewer than the other side, charged forward with bayonets!

Seeing this situation, the Eight Banners soldiers on the battlefield who were not shot away by the four rows of volleys also ran away, and their cold and cold weapons were thrown all over the ground. Only the second-class guards were left to repay the kindness of the Lord on the battlefield!

The death of this second-class guard failed to play a slight inspiration. The wounded soldiers who were knocked to the ground beg for their orders and mercy, and did not change the heroic posture of Quinina, who was watching the battle in the distance, slapped away.

"Eight Banners, it's really unbearable!"

There were shouts of "Let go down your weapons! Surrender to avoid death!" everywhere on the battlefield.

Not being bloodthirsty is Chen Jun's tradition. It is the same whether it is dealing with the Green Camp or the Eight Banners.

After all, prisoners can "make money". Whether they go to labor camps or go to mines, they are all vain money.

Those who capture prisoners also receive certain rewards.

So these Chen army soldiers just shouted, and didn't really stab people with bayonets - not to mention that the Eighth Army was a flag soldier, why are they too anxious to fight each other?

A large number of Eight Banners surrendered obediently. These old men couldn't run fast, while the people from the Eighth Army were still having sex every day, and they were much better at running than the Qing army.

A large number of Eight Banners soldiers ran hard first, and they were breathing heavily for no matter how long they ran, and they couldn't run anymore. Chen Jun behind them heard the bayonet rushing towards him, and they all became prisoners, and few people dared to resist.

...

The martial law in the capital was completely rigorous, and the Eight Banners soldiers stood on the top of the city, lazy in the sun.

In this early winter weather, it feels quite comfortable to shine on your body.

But now, inside and outside Sijiu City, there is a smell of winter coming.

Dazhalan, the most prosperous street in Sijiu City, could not see a few pedestrians, and shops were closed one after another.

If Qinglin hadn't given a death order and did not let someone run away, a large number of businessmen, civil and bureaucrats would have fled one after another.

A slightly old carriage crossed the quiet South Street of Li Guangqiao and turned to the next door of a mansion looking at the grand door.

Tatara Sulinga came to see his son-in-law.

He is He Lin’s father-in-law.

Originally, his official positions had improved greatly. In just a few years, he was promoted from a sixth-rank official to a minister of the Ministry of Works. Moreover, he was still so old, and this was all the cultivation of Heshen.

Then he also withdrew from the political stage sadly with Heshen's death.

He Lin had moved her home to the edge of He Mansion since time, but this was good, and each other was the same.
Chapter completed!