On July 19, just as the Spanish Army outside Dingyuan Fort was still anxiously waiting for the news, Liao Meng's detachment on the south bank of the Dayu River received reinforcements, with the third infantry post as the main force, supplemented by 100 vassal spearmen, a mixed force composed of 100 vassal spearmen, a small number of naval artillery gunners and 4 artillery gunners arrived in the south bank area to meet with the main force of Liao Meng's troops.

The victory in the South Bank area greatly boosted the morale of the Army Department. The staff of the Army Department were not completely ignorant. They keenly discovered that the victory of this battle seemed to have leveraged the entire situation. After some discussion, Peng Zhicheng, a guy with a lot of gambling, decided to decisively increase his efforts. Not only did he send reserve personnel to fill the gap after the battle of Liao Meng's detachment, but he also decided to continue to strengthen the troops on the front line.

One of the only two infantry posts left by the Army Department was sent out. In addition, Peng Zhicheng also lowered his face and seconded a small number of gunners to Wang Qinian's navy. These gunners directly pulled out four just-cast artillery pieces from the armory, and accompanied by a certain number of spearmen, and drove directly to the front line.

The troops under Liao Meng now have two infantry posts, one horse infantry post, one and a half artillery posts (12 artillery pieces), most of the cavalry battalions and 200 spearmen who were fully organized after supplementation, plus some logistics personnel, the total strength exceeded 590. After replenishing a large amount of supplies, Liao Meng directly led his army westward. After a day of march, he arrived at several villages of the former Hope Brigade on the south bank of the Dayu River in the evening of July 19. The Spanish crossing bridge was established near these villages.

Naturally, the Spanish defenders of such great movements were unable to hide from the Spanish. The Spanish's south bank bridge guards immediately fought fiercely. The Spanish hid in the fortification bunker and used a medley gun to shoot at the third infantry sentry that Liao Meng came to test the fire. It was almost dark at this time, and the troops of the third post retreated after a little test. Liao Meng was not in a hurry. His troops were standing here, and in fact blocked the Spanish's road to the south. It was no longer meaningful to seize the crossing bridge, so it would be better to hurry up and set up artillery positions.

The villages at the resident were greatly damaged by the Spaniards, and many bricks and wood on the houses were demolished by them to build fortifications. Liao Meng looked at the scenes with a gloomy face, thinking that he would leave all these Spaniards here this time.

There was nothing to say all night. On the morning of July 20, the Spanish bridge guards who received reinforcements overnight drove out bunkers and lined up in the open space. Liao Meng raised his telescope and saw that the Spaniards had gathered about 600 people, most of them musketeers, and only the front was equipped with a small number of spearmen. Next to the infantry formation were four small cannons, and some artillery soldiers were putting horses on the cannon trucks and preparing to maneuver in the front.

"Let's array! Fight!" After Liao Meng issued two simple orders, five or six hundred officers and soldiers of the entire detachment also took action quickly.

With the assistance of the baggage troops, 200 spearmen wore the three-year-old full-body armor that was urgently transported. They abandoned the grey armor that hindered the movement, but retained the helmets, arm armor, breastplate and skirt armor. The 200 spearmen formed a 40*5 square array in front of the musketeers. This spear array composed of European prisoners of war and Chalua held a moderately long 2.7-meter spear, standing in the bitter west wind.

The three whistles, 246 flintlock gunmen, arranged two 24*5 square arrays on the left and right sides of the spear formation in rows. Six whistle commanders and deputy whistle commanders stood at the right end of the first row of the musketeers formation. The corporal and above all the officers and officers were all wearing armor. In the gap between each two quadratic array, there were six artillery pieces. In addition, there were two flag bearers and two drum drummers.

The cavalry battalion stayed with the baggage force, serving as a mobile force, ready to attack at any time.

Today's west wind is level 5-6, and the visibility on the battlefield is good. The hour hand points to 7 o'clock in the morning. Seeing the Spaniards on the opposite side start to move faintly, Liao Meng gave the order, and hundreds of combatants from three infantry phalanx yelled in unison: "Wan Sheng!"

Two trumpeters took the lead. One of them took out the trumpet and played the "Victory belongs to the Army March" adapted from the later generation "The Chinese People's Liberation Army Military Song", while the other one hit the small drum hanging around his waist according to the melody. After hearing the melody of the whistle leader, he picked up the copper whistle hanging around his neck and blew it up, and then roared: "Victory belongs to the Army, advance!"

As the sharp copper whistle sounded, the soldiers slowly advanced amid the roar of the platoon leader "one, two, one...left and left...". The red military flags embroidered with American vultures flew high in the wind. The soldiers' pace seemed relatively steady. Although they were a little nervous, they still restrained their emotions well.

The artillery soldiers were the well-deserved protagonists in this battle. The eight four-pound cannons and four eight-pound cannons in the middle of the two infantry phalanxes of Liao Meng's detachment fired first. The extremely long range allowed them to cover almost the entire battlefield, so they did not need to pull people and carry the artillery forward like their Spanish counterparts.

The landing point of the first round of artillery was not good, but it didn't matter, it was just a test shot. Of course, these artillery fired at such a long distance, which did hit the morale of the Spaniards, because it meant that they would have to bear several more rounds of artillery than their opponents.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer. The artillery of Liao Meng's detachment opened fire again, and the almost straight ballistic passed through hundreds of meters of space between the two sides' square arrays and rushed straight into the tight square array of the Spanish.

"Puff! Puff!" sounded continuously, with blood splattering and sounds of penetrating soft bodies. Several shells caused terrifying damage in the crowd. The Spanish officers scolded and scolded, trying to stabilize the soldiers' slightly shaken morale. They rode high-headed horses and ran in front and behind the square formation, ensuring that every soldier could clearly see their figure.

"Control the rhythm! Walk according to the drum horn! One, two, one…one, two, one…” Lan Guo, who has been promoted to the acting whistle chief of the third whistle, shouted at the top of his throat. He was covered with bright and thick three-year-old full-body armor, with ammunition bags, sabers and flintlock pistols hanging on his waist, and a 32-B flintlock rifle on his shoulders. The soldiers' steps were a little stiff, and many people gradually stopped following the melody drum beats, and the queue began to appear some crooked, and Lan Guo had to remind him loudly.

The artillery continued to bombard, creating gaps in the Spanish formation, but it was soon filled by the personnel behind. The Spaniards, who were almost in desperate situation, finally showed a rare courage to fight desperately.

The trumpeter kept repeating the "Victory belongs to the Army March". When the trumpeter began to play the "Forward Forward Forward!" that period, the Spaniard's artillery finally opened fire.

A four-pound projectile roared through the spearman square formation on the right side of Languo. The powerful iron bullet rubbed the bodies of four or five soldiers in succession and finally exhausted the kinetic energy and fell on the grass. The soldier who was rubbed by the iron bullet was either dead or injured. It was okay if he was dead. A wounded soldier whose thigh was broken by the shell was lying on the ground and howled sadly. The artery on his legs had broken, and the hot blood was spilling out like a fountain. He was unable to die for a while and tried to cover the wound with his hands, but this could not stop the blood from spreading on the grass.

Lan Guo turned his head away. The survival rate of wounded soldiers in this era was very low. What's more, the soldier's thigh was knocked away by shells and his arteries were ruptured, so even the gods could not save him. The enemy's artillery fire was still raging, including two four-pound copper cannons and two six-pound copper cannons. The Spaniards quickly carried out the steps of clearing the chamber, loading and loading. They were skillful in their movements as if they were doing a training session.

"Boom! Boom!" This time it was replaced by the flintlock rifleman's quadron. A six-pound iron bullet landed diagonally in front of Languo, and then jumped up and hit a soldier. The unlucky soldier's right arm was knocked out in front of the iron bullet that was rushing forward. The projectile that had not diminished continued to roar towards Languo.

"Not good!" Lan Guo cried in his heart, but it was too late to hide. At this moment, he recalled his previous college life in his previous life, his military career after traveling through time and his wife who had just been newly married. Lan Guo subconsciously closed her eyes.

"Huh!" A strong wind swept through his ears, and the iron bomb slashed by less than ten centimeters in front of him, then bounced on the ground and hit the abdomen of a spearman behind him. The remaining kinetic energy of the iron bomb was completely absorbed by the soft abdomen. The former pirate spearman from the Netherlands screamed and fell to the ground. His abdomen was knocked open a large hole, and his intestines were broken into pieces flowing out of the hole, scattered all over the ground. He fell to the ground and hissed and called for his comrades' rescue, but at this time no one would stop to help him. Perhaps if he was not dead after the war, the two Taoist priests of the religious affairs department who accompanied him would come to save him, but he obviously would not live at that time.

Lan Guo felt a cold sweat in his body. At that moment, he thought he would definitely die. But he didn't expect that at the last moment, God blessed him, causing him to pass by death. This feeling was not good. Lan Guo calmed down his mind. Now is not the time to be distracted, and the enemy is still ahead! Lan Guo's anger towards the Spaniards gradually ignited. He held up his saber and shouted: "Don't be afraid! Stay! The shells will only find cowards! One, two, one, two, one, one, one, one, and one, the steps are steady!"

The eight artillery guns of the artillery whistle were completed. At this time, the infantry of both sides had entered the range of the opponent's muskets. The Spaniards were at the forefront of the ranks of more than a hundred flintlock gunmen. They gradually placed the loaded muskets and began to aim.
Chapter completed!