Under the city of Liaodong,

The guns and cannons and shouts were still shaking the sky and the earth, and the smoke and steaming dust almost covered the sunlight and became hazy.

As the flags and military flags flew up and down, the Huai Army soldiers wearing lead-gray battle robes shouted and started a round after round of fighting with the infantry and cavalry of the foreign vassals in the frontiers in a variety of clothes.

Chen Erfa, a white soldier with a black face, squatted in the trench, trying to open his red eyes that were smoked by the wolf smoke ball, and aimed at the rapidly approaching figures with a single horn gun in his hand; but what he came first was the smoke and dust kicked up by the huge horse's hooves.

He couldn't help but curse, quickly put down his hand and turned his entire shoulder and arms sideways, and then he heard the dull tapping sound that was almost close to him, and the dirt that was shocked and dropped from the trenches became one after another, and the ones that were stepped on the hand or body, with low humming or depressing screams.

The horse that was flying over his head seemed to have not paid attention or noticed that the white soldiers who were squatting in the trench were suddenly startled, but it was too late. They could only expose their unprotected legs and horse abdomen to his trumpet gun when they were driven by inertia.

Then, like some conditioned reflex, a fountain-like spark in his hand swept so closely to his ankle and horse's belly. Amid the sudden burst of screams, the war horse with a broken stomach was dragged out by a large area of ​​spilling organs and blood, and with the bloody rider on one foot, he pierced the mud behind him.

Then before the injured rider struggled, the short spear pierced from the trench slightly higher on the second floor had penetrated his shoulder again and nailed it to the ground.

At the same time, Chen Erfa finally saw the enemy infantry who had been leaked through the broken line of defense and the gap between the barrage; they also ran and trampled in front of Chen Erfa, wrapped in rags or covered in mud;

Then these white soldiers with low bodies were beaten and rolled to the ground with their sharp edges of their hands, either the rod-hammer barrel of the three-eyed gun, or the axe-shaped blade cast at the bottom of the horn gun.

After a moment, Chen Heng's corpse was covered in front of him, and thick blood continued to seep down the terrain, making the trench where he was staying became more muddy.

One after another, the balls of wolf smoke and the ignited arson grass balls, felt balls were thrown and rolled into the trenches where they lived. In an instant, the pungent and stinky smell of toxic smoke and the burning stinky smell of cloth and leather spread and bloomed from these fronts again.

As a veteran soldier, Chen Erfa almost swung his hand quickly, blocking a burning fire, and then slapped it out in the mud in the trench, covering his mouth and nose with his water-dipped cuffs.

But not everyone has his luck or reaction at the moment. From time to time, some people can't stand it and stand up, and then are shot by the whistling arrows and spears, or are knocked down by the enemy cavalry one after another, slashed, and pierced by the enemy who pounced on them, and wrestled into a ball...;

As a result, some gaps and loopholes appeared again on the inner front line formed by several trenches, and the whistling enemy leaked. However, most of the people who remained in the trenches were not moved, and there was no sign of panic or collapse.

As a glorious white soldier, you must not only have a strong body but also have very skilled combat skills, including mastering the use of a variety of traditional weapons and combat needs in various environments;

Therefore, the biggest and most important mission under normal circumstances is to act as the shield and human walls of the gun army in field and street fighting, and also to act as the leading and breakthrough role when the gun army launches a white-blade impact; at least before they all have all the arrays, no enemy can easily access the gun army's array.

As the first group to take on the enemy's close combat, their casualties rate has always been a relatively high existence among the Huai Army.

Therefore, they often selected old soldiers from friendly forces that were annexed, absorbed and integrated by the Huai Army, or selected from the defense camps with outstanding performance on the second line, and then enriched them through the training of basic close combat firearms. For example, Chen Erfa, who directly recruited from Guangzhou and participated in the two Northern Expeditions, belonged to a few in a certain sense.

Therefore, they enjoyed the treatment of the same firearm troops in the main battle sequence and received more battlefield allowances than ordinary gunmen, for this reason.

Here, they are asked to play the role of battlefield filters and sieves, trying to block and intercept the enemy on their own lines, and reduce the pressure and frequency of the rear gun array in order to achieve as much as possible killing and annihilation effect.

Therefore, he was not panicked, but instead counted the number of people around him who could support each other, and continued to hold his position among the enemy forces coming one after another, and fought with the enemies who broke into the trench to ensure that they could not occupy this line of defense as they wished.

When the last treacherous figure in his vision fell to the ground with the retreating enemy tide, and the sound of a long-lost horn sounded again, Chen Erfa sat dejectedly on the ground full of brown mud, and used his still twitching hands to check the newly left wounds on his body, and picked out the armor that had been cut and turned into the flesh.

The auxiliary soldiers brought the husband to clean up the bodies and transport the wounded, and brought the battlefield food carried with iron buckets and big baskets of rattan. They were sweet water fermented with millet and fermented with mixed bean steamed rice balls with minced meat and fried beans toppings. Many people sat in the bloody, scorched and mud without any disgust, and grabbed it and ate it.

The newly replaced new force finally arrived in this gap along the reconnected trenches and shallow trenches. Chen Erfa, who was just swallowing up the faces, couldn't help but mutter in his heart again; in the past few days, there were fewer and fewer soldiers who had been added in, and were gradually replaced by the quality of those from the defense camps and even the vassal soldiers.

Where have the soldiers in the order of the main battle army been transferred?

Moreover, the fireworks in the past two days were just heard of the lively, but as a veteran of Cantonese, he could hear clear levels and clues. In the past two days, he was all the scattering cannons and large-barrel guns equipped with the camp, but he rarely heard the movements of long-barrel field cannons and larger-caliber heavy cannons brought by the army;

At most, only the condescending range on the city wall will be fired for a while, or the enemy's weapons that came to the downward formation will be hit, and there will be no other action...

On the city tower, I watched the dozens of artillery positions that were being operated on the lower floor. As this round of enemy attack retreated, their deterrent attacks came to an end. We seized the time to cool down the cannon and clean up and scrub the cannon chamber to ensure the efficiency of the next use.

"The enemy's Da Su has not moved yet."

Then I nodded to the commander and first army commander who came to report.

"Then we can't move easily here..."

"Continue to send the reorganized people in the city to the positions under the city wall..." "At least we have to make a gesture of exhaustion."

"Let the other party feel that as long as you increase your efforts, you can make a breakthrough..."

"And as much as possible, it will be restrained under this city..."

While explaining and setting up the matters before the formation, I walked down the gatehouse, but found that the battle and shouts of killing in the inner city did not end because of the repulsion of the enemy outside the city, but instead became more and more intense.

Then I turned my ears and sounded carefully, and it was even a little closer to me; this was a little bit wrong. Did the remaining enemies in the city have already given up and decided to make a desperate bet?
Chapter completed!