late Qing Dynasty arrest

As dusk approached, the sky was getting darker, and the returning cavalry appeared like ghosts. They were scattered widely, and there were few people. More than 30 cavalry entered the range of the artillery. It was about 2000 meters away from Huangtugang, and they were still walking around slowly. Hit the horse step by step and approach Li Ziying's position.They behaved quite bravely and arrogantly, making standing movements on horseback, as if telling the enemies on the slope that they were the bravest Muslim warriors.

Fu Guozhong couldn't stand it any longer, as if charging was not enjoyable just now, he said impatiently: "Master Li, let me lead a small team to charge, I guarantee that I can kill more than half of the enemies."

Li Guolou put down the binoculars in his hand, shook his head and said: "There is no need to fight against the enemy. There are sharp shooters and good guns here. We won't do half the battle."

"Master Li, then let me have a fun, a salvo, let them know how powerful we are." Fan Ye, who is in charge of howitzers and mortars, was eager to try, but he had no chance to fire just now, and now this distance is just right for him The cannon exerts its power.

"Okay! Twenty cannons will fire a volley, and I will use tigers to beat flies. Killing five enemies will count as meritorious service." Li Guolou nodded, agreeing to waste some shells. Now he can still aim at the enemy. At night, the cannons can only rely on blindness. Shoot, the lethality drops sharply.

"Yes! My goal is more than half. Hahahaha!" Fan Ye happily pulled the armed belt around his waist with his hand, and ran quickly to the artillery position.

After a while, there was a roar on the loess hill, a burst of flames rose from twenty artillery pieces, and twenty shells of different sizes flew into the sky.

The returned cavalry fled in all directions, no longer as mad as before, and lashed the horses with their leather whips, trying to get the panic-stricken horses out of the range of the artillery as soon as possible.

The coach of the returning army, Ha Lianhu, looked at people with old eyes, and thought that sending more than 30 rangers would not be dangerous, and he often did this in the past.The cannons of the Qing army will not fire on scattered rangers. This is a matter of common sense. They have fought with many Qing troops, and there is nothing wrong with it.But this time Ha Lianhu was wrong, because Li Ziying had no shortage of shells, and the twenty shells smashed at the fleeing Hui cavalry.

Fan Ye had already used Li Ziying's various cannons proficiently, but he still admired Li Guolou's long sleeves and good dancing skills, and he could collect the best Prussian cannons in his hands.But on the surface, he seemed to have the same cannons, good or bad. These cannons were no different from the Franco cannons he used in the past, and he yelled at his subordinates loudly: "Fire!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw cannonballs shooting towards the enemy 3000 meters away with a whistling scream.He couldn't help but stop, looking at the sky, his Adam's apple rolled up and down rapidly.

The observers of the artillery not far from him were even more nervous, anxiously waiting for the effect of the shells landing.Watching the shells whizzing past in the sky, shouting, "Bless the ancestors."

The hammer hit the ground, the ground trembled, and the artillery shells fell from the sky. The vibration brought by the heavy shells seemed to tear people's hearts and lungs.

boom!boom!boom!

The cannonball exploded, forming a shock wave, mixed with broken iron pieces, and some sharp blades, flying around in all directions. Even these returning knights were wearing heavy armor, and they were also hit with blood.What's more, they have nothing else but a sheepskin coat.

Some shrapnel pierced the horse's body at close range, and there were many large and small shrapnel deeply inserted. The horse was frightened and frantic in pain, jumping wildly.With a dash, he fell to the ground, and the returning cavalry above were thrown out abruptly.

"Okay..." the three thousand soldiers on Huangtugang shouted loudly.

Fan Ye laughed and looked down at Xun Xi, another artillery officer. More than half of the enemy was killed and injured, and the front was clear again.What follows is his scenery. The long-distance Krupp cannon can only be used as an obstacle to resist the impact of the cavalry.

Li Ziying taught Ha Lianhu another lesson. It turned out that a loose formation would also be enraged by thunder. Seeing more than a dozen rangers fleeing back in a panic, Ha Lianhu was furious. As if wanting to eat people, he roared: "Bastard! Li Ziying, the braided army, has sharp artillery. This army must not be allowed to exist. No matter how expensive it is, we must destroy these artillery. Now eat, feed the horses, and wait until it gets dark." Touch it, step down the loess hill. The bugle is blowing at the hour of Haishi, and when the time comes, you will attack from three sides. Dawazi Yang, your 300 people will mainly attack the east. Who dares to save their strength? My grandma will cut off his head. "

"Yes, I have long wanted to avenge my brothers." Dawazi Yang shouted without hesitation, accepting the latest military order with an air of overwhelmed air.When one turned to face the darkness, it turned into a smirk, and only his two brothers who lived and died knew the meaning of this expression.

He Mingtang and Mu San couldn't help but cast their gazes at the nearby grove. General An Jie is lying there resting. That head is also valuable and has been wanted by the government for a long time. Let's take care of An Jie's body first. If you can't die, the "Three Taoyuan Brothers" will rely on "Swordsman" An Jie to knock on the door to live.

There were sporadic gunshots from the surrounding positions, and the gunpowder smoke lingered in the air for a long time. Sentinel Ma Dakuo sat in a pit in this temporarily safe position, making difficult self-regulation.There are too many different things in the hearts of soldiers who have killed people and soldiers who have not killed people.Enduring the torment of human nature, he has grown from a rookie to a mature one in actual combat.

Sitting next to Ma Dakui was his good friend Yougoulu. The two came to Li Guolou's mansion to apply for a job on the same day, and they were sitting in the same tunnel now.

Oil gourd used to be just a small person in the capital. Relying on the superior status of the Manchus, he registered a vacant quota in the Ministry of Rites, waiting for God to give him a chance.Later, it was finally the turn of the Ministry of Rites to assign him and the other seven people to the third-rank official to be the bearer of eight large sedan chairs. He could be Li Guolou's bearer, thinking that he could have a meal, but he didn't expect that Li Guolou didn't want a bearer.And he and the other seven strong men with broad shoulders and round waists, how could they give up the chance to eat the imperial food?Later, he became a Goshha of Li Guolou in a daze, learning military skills while studying, getting rid of some old problems of oil and gas, and demanding himself according to the standard of a personal guard.

Because of riding a horse and practicing martial arts since he was a child, he quickly stood out from a group of newcomers because of his fast pace.

Oil gourd's career on the battlefield began as a guard. It may have been common practice to stand guard during training before, but it feels completely different when it comes to the front line.

It was the first time that I was on sentry duty in earnest. At this time, I was very nervous. The bullets were all loaded, the safety guards were all opened, and I was ready to fight at any time.The night is approaching, the sky is getting darker, nervously staring at the movement down the hillside, the returning cavalry has not moved yet.The first whistle on the battlefield was spent in this kind of nervous excitement and a little bit of fear. Both hands kept leaving the butt of the gun, and wiped the sweat from their hearts on the sleeves.

Ma Dakuo comforted: "Don't be afraid of the oil gourd. You see, I survived as a ranger walking around under the enemy's nose. The enemy has no guns, and those guns are outdated. We don't have to be afraid. Take aim and shoot , don’t be afraid to rush to the front, we still have stabbing guns, we also have the advantage in hand-to-hand combat, and I will cover you.”

Ma Dakuo later participated in the sentry, and saw the enemy for the first time in his life, standing in the distance alive, looking at each other.The Shicai team officer Hu Yinshan asked him to come back to deliver the news, and then went to check the location of the returned cavalry.Under the leadership of Xiao Shitou, he had a real fight with the returning army sentry cavalry.There were constant gunshots and explosions around him, as if the enemy was about to kill him, and the danger was imminent, but he still came back alive.

The oil gourd comforted himself: "For the sake of the unity of the motherland, it is worth dying in the Northwest. For the sake of the emperor, the empress dowager, for the honor of the ancestors, and for Master Li, I am not afraid of death. Ma Dazi, who is covering it?" Who, I don’t know yet, it’s nothing to do a two-day tour.”

"Well, don't panic, shoot after seeing clearly, the moon is rising, and the rebels are about to charge up." Ma Dazi pulled the bolt of the gun, tried to open his eyes wide, and looked at the loess slope with the faint moonlight.Seeing two Mongolians waving at him with big faces in another pothole, Ma Dakuo raised his stabbing gun above his head, and it was this guy who made great achievements.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the real grass and trees are soldiers, not because of fear, but because of the high tension of the nerves, and the lives of the comrades behind them all depend on the care of the sentries.A human head can be vaguely seen on the surrounding slopes. This is the first experience of a group of recruits on the battlefield. Up to now, they may not be able to face death like Li Yunzhuo, and they have not smelled the smell of blood at close range, but after all, they are coming. to the battlefield.

Facing the dark night, the loneliness is an unpredictable danger.But it was so real, on the bloody battlefield, that kind of grass and trees were full of soldiers, that kind of turmoil, nervousness and panic, which made people nervous, and I had to admire Li Guolou's courage to come to the battlefield in person.

When you come to the battlefield in person, you will feel small, like a small boat in the sea, you can only drift with the current.The commander is not omnipotent. The people who fight on the battlefield are the soldiers at every point.And Li Guolou could only sit quietly in a carriage, looking at the simple map, a hand-drawn combat map, which contains many contents, the configuration of personnel in each direction, the location of each artillery, etc. seat, where is the cavalry?Where are the five reserve teams placed?

The 3000 men under his command were not elite soldiers, otherwise they would not be waiting for help. Li Guolou abandoned his unrealistic fantasies, stepped out of the carriage and stepped on the snow-covered loess slope.Elite soldiers are produced by fighting, and training is just a means, and the effectiveness is tested by actual combat.

An injured ranger sat on the ground, the blood flowing from the wound stained the gauze on his body red.He still has a childish look on his face. When he served as the guard of "Cai Mao Tang" in the army, Hu Xiaohua was full of longing for the future, but this accidental disability made him spend the rest of his life disabled.

The body is struggling with pain. The ranger's eyes are full of pain, and he gritted his teeth to prevent him from screaming. There are physical and more psychological. His dream of being a soldier is over.

With two revolvers straddling his waist, Fan Dahui approached the wounded man, and said in a loud voice, "Little Hu is good, he has kept silent until now, he is a good man, if one arm is crippled, he will use a revolver in the future." , you can still kill the enemy. Follow me in the future and be my Goshha."

Hu Yangyue, the owner of "Caimaotang", was extremely dissatisfied: "Master Fan, Xiao Yang is my man, I didn't say I wouldn't raise him, and I want to reward him with a wife, do you have one?"

"Hey! I still want Master Li to reward my wife. There is nothing extra for him." Fan Dahui did not lose his humorous nature, which aroused laughter from the people around him. feel warm.

The chief is not afraid of death, and he is around to boost morale, empowering every soldier. The impact of this passion turns these timid and cowardly civilians into a soldier who dares to kill.

Every officer tried his best to boost the morale of his team, the trickles converged into a big river, and everyone in Li Ziying became a soldier.They have been united regardless of officers, soldiers and civilians, and twisted into a rope, coiling Huangtuling into long ropes, like rings one after another, trying to strangle the enemy's neck and put people to death at any time.