Beiyang new warlord

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After one round was fired, the Dongjiang Army was also crazy and did not reload at all. Yuan Dabao rushed to the front with his command saber held high. The Dongjiang Army's reverse tide read from the ruins of the warehouse, countless bayonets advanced, The black torrent rolled up against the blue-gray surge.

"Kill it!"

"Die!"

The sharp spears on the horses knocked the charging Dongjiang infantry candied gourds to the ground like that, but in the same way, the dense bayonet knives overturned the Eight Banners of the Qing army. Together, penetrated into it, bayonet against spear, the bloodiest hand-to-hand fight has finally fully bloomed in front of this last position since the war started for more than a month.

Standing on the collapsed wall behind, looking at the fiery battlefield with a telescope, the muscles on Sun Chuanting's face also twitched violently due to tension.

Taking the initiative to fight is also his last resort.

The wall has already been broken, and it is not enough to rely on in a short time. His army has no way to retreat. If the Qing army used horse formations to break through the line of defense like seven days ago, and went to the back, facing the Hegang Corps attacking from front to back, it would be inevitable. There is no doubt of defeat, so it is better to squeeze out while the battlefield is still narrow, and fight a war between the three streets in which the brave wins when the narrow road meets, and see who can survive this breath.

Sun Chuanting's strategy did indeed work. The Shengjing iron cavalry who had been compressed into space could no longer run, and were stuck on the battlefield like a piece of glue. The platoon picked off the most core disciples of the embroidery country, and confronted the cavalry, the Dongjiang infantry went forward and pressed back!

But Huang Taiji didn't sell sweet potatoes either, and it didn't take long for him to lose money. The Qing army in heavy armor and holding short spears squeezed through the gaps in the cavalry formation, and with a few hurried gongs, a large number of Qing troops also carried their hands. Holding the knife, he got off his horse and slashed at him desperately.

The corpses were overturned on the ground layer by layer, and the deep red blood filled the drainage ditch of the Dongjiang River for a while, emitting a ferocious stench that drove people crazy. No matter which side it was, the men showed the craziest blood in their bones , this battle is endless!

Chapter 5 and Seven. Anti-Japanese Drama!

Regardless of which side the soldiers were all red-eyed.

"Kill! Kill Kill Kill!"

Shouting hoarsely, the bent bayonet in his hand pierced his chest. Amidst the screams of the Qing army who didn't know whether he was a father or a grandfather, the Dongjiang infantry kicked him away with bloodshot eyes and pulled out the bayonet. Roaring and stabbing down fiercely, one stab, two stabs, blood gushing out!

Click!

The Qing army rushed up from behind and slashed on the back of this Dongjiang army with an axe. Even with the protection of the cold forging armor, the internal organs were shattered under such a huge force, and it was piercing towards the man's chest. Dongjiang army sprayed a stream of blood from his mouth and smashed on the enemy he assassinated. The two former enemies were so close together after death.

Before the Qing army who killed the man breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly a huge blood hole exploded in his chest, and fresh blood gushed out. A ferocious look froze on his face, and he knelt down on the field of Shura in disbelief.

The Dongjiang army reloaded without waiting for the shooting, and another burst of arrows rained down on the pavement.

The ambushed Dongjiang troops all joined the battlefield, and the whole battle became more and more bloody and fierce.

After all, Sun Chuanting has few people. If he had 6 people, he would definitely win today's battle, but he only has [-]!

"General, I bid you my allegiance!"

With a loud bang, the torch was smashed into the gunpowder barrel, and the huge explosion smashed out all the Ming and Qing armies within a radius of more than ten meters. The army was wiped out.

In the binoculars, Yuan Dabao is worthy of being a fierce general. A command knife made of fine steel has been cut into jagged teeth, but he rushed to the front and continued to fight furiously. But beside her and him, there were fewer and fewer black Dongjiang armors. More and more cyan flooded up, making this blood-stained remnant group like a canoe in a storm, which may be overturned at any time.

Just when Sun Chuanting was watching nervously, there was another burst of screams from the corner of the southwest wall, and the flag of the first regiment in Xitun land crashed down. drowned.

Seeing the edge of the collapsed ruins, the naked heads of the crowded lovers poked out, couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly drew out the big knife, Sun Chuanting roared loudly with red eyes.

"Guards, follow our army!"

It was really the last hand-to-hand fight, and even the general's personal soldiers were about to be dispatched! But seeing Sun Chuanting about to rush to the battlefield in a murderous spirit, behind him, that crisp cry rang out again.

"Master Jun! That's fine, order your subordinates to retreat!"

"Retreat? Are you crazy? Once you take a step back, the entire front line will collapse, and our army's supplies will be taken away, and the red-eyed Qing Tartars will go to Heilongjiang to make trouble. There will be more than 3 horses! Thousands of people! Tens of thousands of heads will fall to the ground, if you escape, you will escape! I will never back down!"

Angry eyes were puffed up, and he turned his head to scold, Sun Chuanting immediately sullenly wanted to charge upwards again, but who knew, this Sun Chun also had a quick temper like a firecracker, and when he went up, he grabbed Sun Chuanting by the neck The son, also scolded angrily.

"When the old lady rolled her arms and went into battle, your old guy was still a nerd in the study! What kind of kid are you pretending to be for the old lady?"

"How important this battle is, you know it all, how can the general not know, if you don't use all the means, how dare you put the whole army on it, you don't believe me, you have to trust the general!! !"

On the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, the ear-splitting shouts still made Sun Chuanting's ear disease, which had just recovered, buzz again.

Believe it, Mao Jue?

On the battlefield, the Hegang sergeant, who had been fighting for several hours, let out a desperate but desperate roar in exhaustion. Without hesitation for a few seconds, Sun Chuanting finally waved the commander-in-chief flag.

"Mingjin, retreat!"

For the first time, as if the army was defeated like a mountain, the exhausted Dongjiang army's last insistence was taken away by the bang of the gong, and the bayonet that had been stabbed was thrown away. Running back.

His eyes were completely reddened, he grabbed the collar of the man's shirt, the knife like a saw was still slashing desperately on a Qing soldier's neck, the two soldiers dragged Yuan Dabao's shoulders and ran back in horror, being dragged again On the one hand, Yuan Dabao roared furiously.

"Let go of me! There is no way to retreat! I would rather die in battle than let someone see the knife from behind, Sun Chuanting, you bastard!"

On the other side, Huang Taiji, who had been watching the battle nervously from morning to dusk, finally relaxed a bit from his tense face. Even if he was as powerful as him, he had to admit that the force in front of him had even surpassed him. The Eight Banners, if there are [-] more soldiers and horses in front of him, I am afraid that he will be the one who returns home without a feather.

It's a pity that such a strong army does not have a strong general. If this Ming army has a general like Lu Xiangsheng, he will desperately fight against himself. Once the sky is completely dark, there will be no winner in this battle.

The last thing on the battlefield is what if! At this time, the Dongjiang army is completely retreating. Looking at the blood-red sunset, the small town of Xiaowan, which has blocked him for a month, and Huang Taiji's face is as ferocious as Shura's in an instant. He waved his yellow flag violently.

"Kill them all! Don't let one go!"

Even if he didn't order, the Qing army, who also killed the red-eyed soldiers, ran into the Dongjiang camp along several openings like jackals. The endless supplies, canned food, cloth, and silk cigarettes! There are still so many bloody days The hatred and fear accumulated in the fighting, today, all must be understood here.

The Qing army rushing to the forefront even seemed to have seen him holding a head and holding a lot of trophies in his arms. Greed and hatred intertwined on his face with an extremely ferocious and terrifying expression, saber The blood beads on his body were scattered everywhere as he ran, but just before he was one step away from madness, five pitch-black iron boxes suddenly caught his eyes on the side of the street.

Immediately afterwards, the last impression he left in this world was that brilliant fire.

chug chug~, the muffled and harsh gunshots pierced into people's ears, but the damage they could bring was incomparably terrifying. The twelve rotating barrels turned red together, and the five fire snakes were like crawling from hell. As they came out, they ferociously bit the flesh and blood of the approaching Qing army. Thousands of people in a phalanx turned into fly ash in just a moment, and even many people in the Qing army at the front were beaten into two. cut.

Machine gun, the king of the battlefield during the First World War machine gun!

The most difficult thing in the world is innovation, and creating something out of nothing is the most difficult. For Mao Jue, he already has this principle in his mind, and it is not difficult to realize the machine gun now.

First of all, Dongjiang's smelting technology has developed by leaps and bounds in the past ten years, leaving Daming a block away, enough to produce steel close to the barrels of later generations.

Then there is the power, the machine gun, the name is machine-driven firearms, five large black iron cabinets, each equipped with a small steam engine, the neatly rotating rods drive several sets of gears, and the front one lets twelve barrels Rotation, the middle handle pushes the chain of paper shell bullets forward continuously, and the group at the back allows the firing pin to continuously push the paper shell bullets into the barrel, and then the ignited gunpowder cannot be fired. Later generations Maxim, Gatling Waiting for the details, the machine guns are almost in motion in the same way, but these successful machine guns successfully use the residual power of gunpowder to launch and move. Mao Jue really can't realize the air storage seal, and can only rely on the steam engine as power.

Moreover, he does not have the propellant cap bomb that is particularly important for later generations, so he can only solve it by relying on local methods, replacing the cap with a red-hot steel needle in advance. When the paper shell bullet is pushed into the barrel by the blocking rod behind The steel needle pierces the butt of the paper shell through the tiny hole in the back, and the red-hot temperature ignites the gunpowder, and the temperature generated by the explosion of the gunpowder reheats the steel needle for the next shot.

It's just that these five machine guns are so primitive and crude that they couldn't be more primitive and crude!It wasn't that Sun Chun was watching the fun from behind. It took a full day to debug these five stupid guys and hundreds of artillerymen. Moreover, they had only been fighting for two or three minutes, and all five machine guns had already broken down together.

The firing pins of the first and third handles were directly interrupted in high-intensity firing, and the rotating ammunition chain got stuck, and the light could not be fired. The artillerymen below had to sweat profusely with a wrench to unscrew the steam engine to release the pressure, and staggered the gears to replace them. , the No. [-] machine went off fire, and the paper shell chain exploded with a huff, spraying the three Dongjiang troops who were operating the machine to shoot at it into fireballs and flew out backwards.

After another [-] seconds, the remaining two also failed to fire. It seemed that the movement sequence of several sets of gears was out of coordination, so the operating artillery had to stop the steam engine as well.

Standing beside the five machine guns, following Mao Jue's order, Sun Chun pinched her waist with one hand and pointed forward with one hand while waving a whip. Her smooth forehead was also wet with sweat. When she was nervous, her boat-shaped cap even emitted puffs of steam. , strands of hair stuck to the back of the head.

Sun Chuanting, who retreated behind the five black guys, was completely stunned. Just now, there were thousands of fierce Qing soldiers wielding knives and trying to chop off their dogs' heads. Cold, viscous and even shapeless corpses, in just three and a half minutes, the entire battle situation has been rewritten!

As the last machine gun went silent, the battlefield of more than [-] people became unbelievably silent. Everyone seemed to be cast into petrification magic, and they just stared stupidly at a few bright red sticks. The gun barrel, that scene, was so silent that even the needle falling on the ground could be heard clearly.

Until a sound of ecstasy shattered the dead silence violently, holding up the saber like a saw, Yuan Dabao staggered forward like a lunatic and rushed forward again.

"Brothers, God bless me, Dongjiang, kill the Tartars!"