Chapter 508: This Qing army is over, and there is nothing in Fujian that can stop us from moving forward.

Although the three-day offensive and defense caused the Kuirun to lose nearly a thousand troops, don't forget that the 15,000 troops he led, and 1,000 troops were still 14,000. At least in terms of number, it was more than enough for these two thieves to be.

When he heard the news of the attack on Fuzhou, he was accused of letting the three thousand rebels be here for three days. Finally, he broke through the rationality in a short time. In a short time, Kuelun made the most correct choice. Three thousand soldiers went to fight against the invading enemy and led a 10,000 army to annihilate the thieves who dared to leave Yongchunzhou City to fight with him in one fell swoop.

The result was not surprising at all. From the first shot to the end of the battle, it took no more than five minutes.

After this, after the Liang family army left the city gate, it became a scattered line below the city. The Qing army on Kuelun's side relied on its large crowds and left a thousand central troops, nine thousand soldiers and horses directly pressed on them in one breath, and the momentum was indeed very vigorous.

The sound of footsteps shocked the dust on the ground trembled and floated up in the air. The wildly growing weeds and shrubs were also swaying their branches and leaves. They stepped on the ground, and their hatred eyes looked at the figures that were pitch black like demons under the city wall directly in front of them.

After three days of torture, the damn city wall became an obstacle that the Qing soldiers could not overcome. But now, the other party was so arrogant that he foolishly gave up the solid city block and stood under the city wall. The silent and silent provocation was enough to make any male ghost fire running around with self-esteem, and enough to make any trained soldier angry to explode.

The officers shouted loudly, using money and women's temptation to boost the morale of these attackers, as if as long as they could trample the soldiers in black into mud, then the paradise of happiness was at their feet.

The soldiers listened to the promises of the officers, and the greedy light came out of their blood-stained eyes, like the leech that had been fully armed and broke into the blood bank of the hospital. Their breath was as heavy as angry bulls, and their paces began to gradually accelerate without consciousness.

On the opposite side, there was still a dead silence, just as those guys were just a group of shadows reflected by the sunlight on the city wall. Queron sat steadily on the mount, seemingly playing with the whip leisurely, but in fact his little heart was jumping wildly, hoping that the soldiers would be faster and faster, and hope that the thieves on the opposite side would not be scared by such a powerful army and scared back into the city, causing him to lose a great opportunity to completely annihilate the troops.

On the city wall, from the other end of the city wall to the other end of the city wall, all the mortars of a whole mortar battalion were arranged neatly, the shiny and black gun body, the neatly arranged shells were taken out from the ammunition box, and the artillery soldiers whose ranges had been adjusted were also on standby, waiting for the order to be issued silently.

Under the city wall, two thousand warriors wearing steel helmets and cold-eyed eyes faced the enemy group as high as mountains and seas, without any timidity. They walked out of the city block and stood in line under the city wall, because they had infinite confidence and extremely eager for victory.

With a command, all the soldiers raised the rifle placed beside them, holding the gun in both hands, and then checked the magazine and magazine as the order was issued, and the sound of friction and impact between the bolt and the gun body was heard, and then stopped in an instant. Except for the command of the commander and the movement of the gun body parts, no one made a noise, but a smell of smoke and blood began to spread from their bodies, just as if the beast before hunting had finished moving its claws and fangs, and began to observe the lamb that was about to be hunted with its blood-devouring and greedy eyes.

Walking in the front is the elite warriors and rattan soldiers of the Qing soldiers, also known as tiger soldiers. They are dressed like the tiger dress in the famous opera program Wu Song fights tigers in Beijing. They hold a rattan placard for evil beasts in their hands. They look like clowns from a group of acrobatic troupes.

"450 meters away, 400 meters! Raise the gun!" With the orders from the commanders, amid the commands of the commanders, all the soldiers neatly put the rifle in their hands flat on their shoulders. Everyone's movements were so skillful and standard, with only the friction of clothes and the turbulent winds of their arms. Under the control of the soldiers, the gun body completely formed a standard horizontal line. From the side, it looked like a path composed of steel. All the soldiers' index fingers were gently pressed on the trigger of the rifle...

"Beat the drum, cheer!" Quelun shouted loudly, and immediately, the ten-sided cowhide drums placed in front of the camp began to roar like thunder gods under the vigorous attack of the shirtless men. The sound of the drums not only stimulated the soldiers' nerves, but also stimulated their blood.

The Qing soldiers began to run wildly in a clamor, waving the spears and swords in their hands, and inspiring their inner courage with the howling of their father and mother remarrying.

The sound of the war drums could not shake the souls of the Liang family soldiers, who were still clear and clear through the accurate heart, aiming at the gradually clear and ferocious faces, and those upper body parts wearing armor, trying hard to make their breathing peaceful and powerful.

"Fire!" The commander's sword swung down, and with the order issued, the word "Fire" only the first word "Fire" drilled into the ears of these soldiers. The word "Fire" was torn to pieces by the tube flames and crisp gunfire that were spurted out from the barrel.

Three hundred and fifty meters, this is almost an unattainable distance for bows and arrows and flintlock guns. Fire at this distance can be used to cooperate with an ancient idiom: The blind man lights a light and wastes wax, and it has no other use.

However, for the Liang family army, who have upgraded weapons and possessed rear-mounted rifles, this distance cannot be aimed at a target about 350 meters for soldiers who have not installed scopes on the rifle. However, this distance is enough to effectively kill the bullets fired by the rifle.

Just aim ahead and pull the trigger, then the enemy group on the opposite side, which is so dense that there is no gap at all, will be an excellent giant gun target.

Guan Yanfang spit out the barrel of the gun, and the bullet roared towards the enemy group in front of him, but the soldiers did not wait at all. The gun body was slightly tilted down, and the bolt was pulled with his right hand, and the shell was popped out, loaded the bullet that was shot into the magazine into the magazine, aimed again, and pulled the plate machine again with the sound of command. Each of their actions was disassembled to be as accurate and exemplary as in the training ground, like killing machines with extremely high accuracy, constantly harvesting the fresh lives.

The nearly ten thousand soldiers who were rushing forward couldn't help but stagnate. The soldiers who were screaming and falling down in the front row were shocked. Some soldiers even subconsciously rubbed their eyes, afraid that they had hallucinations. How could those thieves hurt their robes at such a long distance?

Under the urging of the officers, they began to accelerate again. The bullets fired from the opposite side made them know that only by rushing to the enemy as soon as possible, the swords and spears in their hands could give the thieves the most fatal damage. Of course, the archers of the Qing Dynasty were not vegetarians. As long as they advanced about 150 steps, their intensive shooting would definitely make the thieves suffer enough.

Unfortunately, just as I stepped into more than 200 steps, the Qing soldiers had just heard a roar on the opposite city wall, and then, a series of thunder began to rush from the city wall, as if even the earth was shaking. Nearly a hundred mortars opened fire at the same time, causing a layer of white smoke to spit out from the city wall in an instant, like an abyss dragon breathing into the sky. The screams of the shells almost covered all the sounds on the battlefield. After the shells drew a beautiful parabola in the sky, balls of red and black fireworks burst out in the middle of the Qing soldiers' team.

The cracked shell fragments were crazily tearing apart all objects that dared to block them from scattered under the terrible shock wave. The hot and hot black and red flames instantly curled and burned the grass leaves and clothes nearby.

The violent roar of the shell explosion was like the shouts of millions of people, tearing the eardrums of the Qing soldiers. The sudden artillery fire made all the Qing soldiers stunned. Just as the fear rose from the bottom of their hearts, another gloomy and dull thunder made thick despair rise in their hearts.

Then, the artillery fire was like it would never stop and rushing toward the Qing soldiers. The Qing soldiers who rushed through the rain of bullets ran wildly, fearing that the shells that were even more terrible than the lava of the eighteen-layer hell would come on their heads and tear them apart, and they would die without a single body. However, when they rushed through the blockade of the artillery fire, they saw the black barrels of guns that were burning dangerous and ferocious, and they were almost spitting out without stopping.

The bullet points smiled and broke through the fragile armor, penetrated into their limbs and chests, causing streams of blood to sprout. Even the soldiers with the shields were frightened to find that the originally strong shield in their hands was almost equivalent to a paper with an astonishing thickness but still broken with one stab.

"This Qing army is over, and there is nothing in Fujian that can stop us from moving forward." A dark smile appeared on the corner of Xie Yi's mouth, and he looked so ferocious amid the noisy sound of artillery fire.
Chapter completed!