Zhang Xiaoding originally held the rifle tightly in his hand. Just as he jumped out of the ravine, a red fire flashed in front of his eyes, and then a burst of hot air rushed towards his face. In the next moment, the man fell backwards into the ravine.

, his whole body was soaked. A deafening sound sounded in his head.

Lying in the stagnant water, his legs suddenly became weak and his body fell into the water. He tried his best to stand up. He didn't even notice that his body was pierced by a sharpened wooden skewer. He tried hard to resist the pain in his body.

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He finally stood up, but he fell down again. He grabbed the earth wall of the ravine and tried to hold on to something with his muddy hand, but he couldn't hold anything. He just grabbed a handful of mud. The look on his face

He became pale, and the pain from the wound made him make a low sound of pain.

Finally, he twisted and looked, holding onto the water with his hands and knees to get up, standing up like a child trying to walk. He put his hands on his temples and staggered along the ravine, above his head.

, the hail of bullets fired from both sides of the enemy whizzed past.

But Zhang Xiaoding didn't notice this. He was fighting a fierce battle with his body. He felt that his body was numb and sluggish, and he seemed to be about to faint, but he still persisted tenaciously.

At the same time, injured or killed comrades continued to roll down from the top of the gully. Their blood stained the ravine red. When some people rolled down, their bodies were pierced by wooden sticks in the ditch, and they were struggling in the bloody water.

Then he stopped breathing.

The yellow muddy water had been dyed red, but Zhang Xiaoding, who was in it, didn't pay attention to it at all. He once again opened his breastplate, lifted off his clothes, and then nervously touched the wound, feeling a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

"ah……"

Zhang Xiaoding took a long breath and saw blood gushing out from between his fingers. He stared at the wound intently, and the wooden stick pierced his waist from the edge of his waist.

"You need to bandage the wound..."

Just as he was wrapping the wound with a bandage, he heard a rumbling explosion above his head. In the explosion, he could clearly hear the screams of the injured and the shouts of the officials.

On the battlefield, all the sounds merged into one, and of course there was the piercing sound of whistles. Some officers cursed and scolded like street shrews, and their voices were even louder than the rumbling guns.

Even if he was in a ravine, he could still imagine everything above his head. Everyone must be lying there now, and they would not move forward even if they were driven away by the officers. The officers could only pull and howl, of course.

There will be some brothers rushing over, but when they slide down the ravine, they will even be injured by wooden sticks. The injured brothers groan in the ditch, but even so, some of them who are not seriously injured still try their best.

Climb up with all your strength, trying to break through the enemy's defense.

A brother rolled down from above and almost knocked Zhang Xiaoding down. He saw that the injured brother's neck was pierced, and blood foam poured out from his mouth and nose. When he saw Zhang Xiaoding, his eyes were lifeless.

There was a sparkle in his eyes.

"Brother, brother, explode, explode..."

The brother who was vomiting blood foamed at the mouth pointed feebly at the top of the ditch. He was also holding a gunpowder bag in his hand. But before he finished speaking, his finger fell down feebly.

Holding the gunpowder packet in the blood, Zhang Xiaoding stood blankly in the ditch. Beside him, the sound of gunshots and cannons continued to echo. Brothers were constantly being knocked down and then rolled down into the ditch. Zhang Xiaoding, who was among them, seemed to only listen to their shouts. Then he stared at the tinder box, turned around again, and looked at the wooden sticks above the ditch. The dense wooden sticks formed a line of defense in front of the thieves, allowing them to escape. The brothers couldn't get through that area at all.

"Fight……"

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Xiaoding picked up the tinderbox wrapped in oilcloth, lit the fuse in the ditch, and then tried his best to throw the tinderbox weighing more than ten kilograms out. The tinderbox drew an arc in the air. It flew more than ten meters away and landed in the middle of a piece of wooden sticks.

A moment later, with a loud noise, the shock wave of the explosion blasted a passage between Muzhuanlu Village. The nearby brothers immediately walked towards the gap quickly. An officer waved his saber excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Quick, quick, brothers, kill us..."

Under the officer's order, the soldiers launched another charge. Although their charge was very determined, the Shun army did not stop shooting.

"Aim at the gunners and don't let them fire..."

The officer was just halfway through speaking when he suddenly saw a flash of red light at the muzzle, followed by a puff of white smoke spreading to the surroundings, and then a hot stream of heat rushed towards him. Dozens more black dots flew out of the air wave. The next moment, there was a chorus of screams.

The few soldiers who rushed to the front were hit head-on by the artillery fire, and their armor was smashed into pieces. At the same time, Zhang Fucai shouted loudly in the trench.

"Raise the sky-shaking thunder and throw the thunder straight ahead..."

Before the officers and soldiers rushed over, Zhang Fucai commanded the soldiers who only had spears and axes to drop bombs. Compared with muskets, Mu Bing's Thunderbolt was easier to make. It was nothing more than an iron shell with a wooden handle. Load some gunpowder, light the twister and throw it out.

Forty or fifty steps away, the Shun army in the defending trenches reacted even faster than the Ming army. In the blink of an eye, they threw hundreds of grenades at the attacking officers and soldiers. These grenades were copied by the Chuang army. Yes, after all, in the past few years, grenades have long been spread to other Ming armies. After all, this is a high-quality and low-priced weapon. Otherwise, it would be welcomed by the officers and soldiers. After all, grenades are a weapon for the poor. The Chuang Army has It is not unfamiliar, and even the breakout army has unarmed hands specialized in throwing grenades, which are somewhat similar to European grenadiers.

Grenades like raindrops fell on the attackers and soldiers, exploding one after another, and the smoke columns and flames of the explosions continued to explode among the soldiers. Although the intruders believed that due to the quality of the grenades, nearly 35% of the grenades were not used at all. There was no explosion, and the remaining 65%, one in the east and one in the west, exploded in no order.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!