Knowing that he had caused a big disaster, Zhao Xuanbo said with a sad face: "Commander-in-chief, please calm down. You will know it when you go over and see."

Xiong Chengji's angry gun was suppressed, and he turned around and found that the morale of the comrades behind him was a little sluggish. He was anxious and said another generous and moving speech. Outside the Anqing City, where the war was filled with smoke, it seemed particularly exciting. The soldiers of the new revolutionary army who were suppressed by the two fire dragons on the city wall were all excited and excited. The little bit of yin and hiddenness that rose in his heart suddenly dissipated. The revolutionary will was unprecedentedly firm and frenzy. The dense fire rain on the city wall seemed not as amazing as before...

Xiong Chengji nodded with satisfaction and explained to the deputy next to him, then followed Zhao Xuanbo to the artillery position with concern. Several cannons on the position were all set up, and a whole box of brand new shells were piled on the open space next to him. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He pointed to the cold shells and roared: "Why not blow up if there are cannons and shells?"

"Commander-in-chief, don't be anxious. These shells look at the bright gas market with silver wax gun tips!" Zhao Xuanbo's face was almost turned into bitter gourd. He shook his head and sighed and pointed at the high shells on the ground, and explained helplessly: "Commander-in-chief, look, the shells here are not caliber, and the shells here have no firing lines, and the ones there are all scrap bullets, and there are sand in this place. It's a ghost to be able to fire!" As he said that, he covered his head with both hands, and his face was embarrassed to see people.

Hearing this, Xiong Chengji felt cold in his heart. He walked over without believing in evil and picked up a few shells and looked at them. He found that it was indeed as Zhao Xuanbo said. His nameless heart was infuriated, and his teeth were clattering. These shells were all just like the ones. Bastard, what a bastard. Are those guys from the Ordnance Bureau fooling us new army like this?

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I felt. I seemed to have forgotten my current position and identity. Do I think the new army was still the same? He raised the shells at his hand and smashed them hard on the ground, which scared the comrades around him, and shouted: "Try it one by one, and you can start one by one!" As he said that, he returned to the front line angrily to command the siege battle.

The soldiers from the artillery battalion looked at each other, smiled bitterly, shook their heads, and had to check the shells one by one.

If this kind of emergency occurs, we can only blame the new army for being unlucky. Speaking of which, since Zhu Jiabao came to power, he has very distrust of the new army and has strict management of heavy weapons and ammunition. He usually doesn't want to use it without his orders. With such an idea in his mind, it will be difficult for the new army to touch it, and he is even more frightened to equip them. This is impossible!

Usually, the new army artillery battalion uses coach ammunition, and most of the live ammunitions are moved into the city's supervision and training office to remove the fire. As for the "brand new" artillery shells that fell into Xiong Chengji and the others' hands lost their power, Zhu Jiabao must thank the officials who were engaged in military logistics. Without their long-term food, grab, block, and buckle, it is estimated that the city gate would have been blown up by the artillery shells long ago!

Without artillery assistance, it would be difficult for the new army outside the city to attack the city. For a moment, it formed a confrontation with the patrol battalion on the city wall. No matter how anxious the senior executives of the revolutionary party outside the city were, they had to forcibly resist the anxiety and drag the Qing army on the city wall, hoping that the comrades in the city could open the city gate as soon as possible to cooperate with each other. Otherwise, even if Anqing was finally captured, the losses of the new army would not tolerate, and they would have to face the crazy counterattack of the Qing court in the future!

At this time, Xue Zhe, who was stationed in Baihua Pavilion in the north gate in the city, also heard the news, broke through the blockade of the camp gate with one go, summoned his confidant revolutionary comrades to lead more than a hundred people to the north gate to meet the uprising army.

The rebel army was very anxious to attack the North Gate. Zhu Jiabao was lying on the hospital bed and hurriedly ordered the governor's personal soldiers to stab the leader and lead the governor's horse team to help the North Gate, so that they must block the rebel's attack. But halfway through, they were attacked by cold guns. Seeing his brothers lying in a pool of blood inexplicably, the personal soldiers' eyes were about to break, and they were filled with anger and threw away the orders of the governor's commander, rode on the war horse and sprinted back and forth. The rifle in his hand kept erupting angry bullets, and played hide-and-seek with the sneak attackers in the alley, which made the governor's personal soldiers scream and were furious!

The gunfire in the city became more intense and fierce. The patrolmen scattered around the city almost couldn't control the order. While making great gains, they fought with the gangsters on the street. The situation became more chaotic and showed no signs of improvement.

Taking advantage of the opportunity that the governor's personal soldiers and horses were restrained by unknown forces, Xue Zhe, who was hiding in the dark, sent people to organize suicide squads to seize the city gate. However, the new army soldiers with bare hands rushed out and were shot back by the Qing army guarding the city gate, leaving behind several corpses who were dead without mercy.

Seeing this, the other comrades were unwilling to risk their lives to snatch the door so much. It was simply a death to rush forward like this.

Seeing that people were so in this way, Xue Zhe sighed secretly and did not dare to move around, for fear that the soldiers would pull them out to seek credit. In addition, the city gate was very cautious, and it was not something he could do with more than a hundred bare-handed men. He made excuses for his retreat, and in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, he hurriedly took advantage of the chaos to lead the soldiers back to the camp.

Xue Zhe thought this was the best choice, but he didn't know that everything was clearly seen by the eyes in the dark, and life and death were already in the thoughts of the person in the dark...

On this side, most of the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion responsible for surveillance were drawn to the city wall. The remaining officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion, Fan Chuanjia, and other revolutionary patriarchs, started a tug-of-war. You lit the fire and put out the fire, and both sides had a lot of fun. The soldiers of the patrol battalion didn't care about the trouble, as long as the guys in the New Army's baggage were restricted from rushing out to make trouble. Of course, they did not dare to use firearms without the support of senior officers in the community. These ordinary soldiers of the lower-level patrol battalion were still a little guilty and timid when facing the aggressive New Army.

Listening to the increasingly fierce sound of gunfire in the direction of the city wall and the loud shouts of loud shouts, he and others were locked in the camp and unable to rush out of the barracks to support the comrades who were fighting fiercely, Fan Chuanjia was anxious and cursed at the officers and soldiers of the patrol battalion opposite him for a long time, calling on the colleagues and soldiers of the New Army Baghre Battalion beside him to make another move...

However, this time, except for a few firm revolutionary comrades, other officers and soldiers of the baggage camp did not respond much to his call. Fan Chuanjia looked back suddenly, and his eyes were filled with despair. No one in the baggage camp would be a fool, and he could not see what he intended. In the past, it was just because the opposition between the new army and the patrol battalion was not inconsistent, but now...
Chapter completed!