Chapter 110 After One Battle, Destiny Belongs to Qin!

The opposing troops continued to advance!

When the distance was less than 70 steps, another round of arrow rain baptized the attacking Qijiaying.

This time, not only the first row, but also the third row behind Ajin, were shot and fell to the ground. Riding on the horse, he looked at the opposite general flag from a distance. Ajin couldn't help but grit his teeth. It was less than 70 steps.

If it were in the past, he could open fire, but today, he must fight to decide the outcome.

I will try the new tactics on you!

Li Yi, who was holding the line behind the last row of sword and shield soldiers, waved the sword in his hand and shouted repeatedly, "Brother gunners, hurry up! Keep up with the team!"

While signaling his guards to help the gunners push the heavy artillery cart, in order to provide strong artillery support for the brothers in the front row in the exchange of fire later, six 12-pound cannons and ten 10-pound Portuguese cannons closely followed the speed of the troops.

Finally, it was 40 steps away.

The archers of the Zheng family army dropped their arms. Their physical strength and willpower had been exhausted by the group of people in front of them. They couldn't believe that someone would charge forward under the dense rain of arrows.

"Swordsmen, move forward!" Zheng Zhihu, who was standing in the middle of the army, gnashed his teeth fiercely and gave the order.

There were a series of strange cries, and the soldiers of the Zheng family army holding red tassel spears and iron long swords rushed out from behind the archers and came to the front of the formation.

Prepare to use the three-meter-long spears and four-foot-long swords in their hands to teach a good lesson to the group of crazy guys in front of them who almost couldn't breathe, and tell them that this is not how to fight a war!

Looking at the long spear soldiers holding their long spears horizontally and lining up to rush to the opposite side, Zheng Zhihu secretly breathed a long sigh of relief. The march on the opposite side just now also brought him great pressure. The momentum as strong as a mountain almost suffocated him!

It also made him make a decision in his heart: this is definitely not a unit that can be forged by salt merchants. There is a more terrifying existence behind them.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was less than forty steps!

"Get ready!"

The officers of each row of the Qijiaying finally waited for this moment. They raised their arms high and waved the flags in their hands.

With the transmission of flags and commands, the musketeers finally checked their weapons, whether the gunpowder was loaded, whether the projectiles had been properly rammed, whether the flint was placed in place, and whether the spring force was sufficient. After these checks, the musketeers held up their muskets.

"First row, squat!"

"Second row, move forward!"

Chen Hu issued the formation adjustment order for the last time. Nearly a thousand musketeers formed five dense musket jungles in this narrow hill.

Looking at the hundreds of muskets stretched out like branches on the opposite side, the spearmen of the Zheng family army were slightly frightened. Immediately afterwards, the fear, tyranny, anger, arrogance and many other emotions in their hearts made them shout and rush up with a howl!

At a distance of about thirty steps, the facial features of people can be clearly distinguished. The musketeers clearly saw the distorted expressions of the Zheng family army's spearmen who tried to kill the enemy with their bravery.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

The officers loudly and excitedly conveyed Chen Hu's order, and this tormenting state finally ended with this order.

The officers' long swords were accompanied by deafening thunder. The spearmen who rushed over from the opposite side, like rice fields in a rainstorm, were blown to the ground by the hot storm composed of metal bullets.

A dense white smoke immediately rose above the long queue, lingering for a long time.

After being hit by this dense rain of bullets, the spearmen wearing armor seemed to pause for a moment, looked at the musketeers who were striking the flint on the opposite side in surprise, and then fell down with complex incredulity and confusion on their faces, and died without crying or sound.

Chen Hu, riding on his horse, saw this scene very clearly:

Dense layers of spearmen shouted and rushed over. The three-meter-long spears in their hands had sharp tips, which shone coldly under the sunlight, shocking people. The spears were as dense as hemp forests and as upright as bamboo bushes in the mountains. Under the impact of the spearmen fighting for their lives, it was also a wave of shaking hearts and some trembling.

The musketeers pulled the trigger, and the sparks from the flint ignited the primer in the vent, and then the propellant in the gun barrel was ignited. Thick smoke mixed with fire spewed out from the muzzle, and the muzzles of five rows of more than 400 muskets spewed out one after another, firing deadly bullets one after another, and finally completed this exciting round of musket volleys that almost shouted loudly.

Large patches of thick white smoke billowed above people's heads, and groups of Zheng's army spearmen holding red tassel spears without formation were knocked to the ground.

At a distance of less than 40 steps, almost no one could resist the fire guns made of steel integrated steel pipes used by Qi's camp. Even if the opponents wore iron armor outside and cotton jackets inside, they could not resist this huge force.

Even the huge impact force of stray bullets flying from the side was enough to cause internal injuries to people's internal organs until death.

The sound of gunfire from the fire guns continued to be heard. The soldiers of the Zheng's army in the back row were shot and fell to the ground one after another. The lead bullets kept turning and rolling in their bodies, tearing all the muscle obstacles on the way forward. These Zheng's soldiers who were shot no longer had the arrogance and murderous aura just now, but just rolled on the ground one by one, howling in pain.

"Third row, forward!"

Chen Hu wiped his eyes and tried to see more clearly. Yes, with the dense sound of gunfire, a large number of Zheng's soldiers were knocked to the ground. Even if they could be rescued later, it would be impossible to remove the lead bullets that had penetrated their bodies with the current medical methods. The best result for them was to die on the battlefield.

"Ha!"

The third row rushed to the front of the battle, almost against the forehead and chest of the Zheng's soldiers, and pulled the trigger again. So, the scene just now was staged again. Although there was no dense gunfire just now, the shorter distance made up for this shortcoming.

When the musketeers in the third row were happily slaughtering the remaining Zheng's long spearmen, their comrades had already finished cleaning their muskets and reloading them. Under the urgent command of the officers, they rushed to the front again. This time, people no longer had fear and anxiety, but only the desire for military exploits.

"Fire!"

Another round of dense rain of bullets rushed towards the Zheng's army.

After two rounds of volleys, almost no one of the Zheng family's spearmen who rushed over could stand on the ground. Hundreds of corpses lay in front of the battle, and blood gushed out from the bodies pierced by bullets, rising with bursts of hot air, moistening the earth in this winter.

"Sir! Our artillery has arrived!"

Li Yi rushed to Chen Hu's horse with the captain of the artillery team out of breath.

"Order the brothers in front to get out of the way, and use the artillery shells to tell them whether we are easy to mess with!" Chen Hu had no mercy on the enemy.

However, Zheng Zhihu and his men seemed unwilling to give Chen Hu this opportunity.

When seeing hundreds of elite and invincible spearmen knocked to the ground by two rounds of muskets, Zheng Zhihu, who had been in battle for a long time, also felt two tremors, and cold sweat ran down his back!

He used all his strength to raise the clairvoyance in his hand, and was surprised to find that the opposite side was preparing for the artillery bombardment. The musketeers who had just put his elite soldiers to death were already guarding around several huge artillery pieces. It was obvious that they were going to bombard their formation with artillery before killing them with muskets.

Without time to think, Zheng Zhihu turned his horse's head and whipped the horse under his crotch fiercely, and told the guards around him in time, "Quick! Roll up my flag! Retreat!"

"Run!"

"Defeat!"

"If we don't run, we will all die here!"

Before the artillery team finished loading, the Zheng family army on the opposite side was already in a state of collapse.

Zheng Zhihu took the lead, followed by his guards, and rushed through the chaotic and noisy formation and rushed straight to the west.

"The adults are running, let's run too!"

"Yes! The firearms on the other side are too powerful, we can't resist them at all!"

There were shouts from the crowd.

With these shouts, the gunners sent eight shells to the Zheng family army in a timely manner. The distance between the two armies was less than a hundred steps, and the shells of the 10-pound cannon were enough to penetrate the entire formation, not to mention the 12-pound cannon!

Dozens of hot shells crossed the formation of the Zheng family army, smashing all objects that tried to block them along the way. Behind their trajectory were countless broken limbs and bones, blood and flesh, as well as burning vehicles, flags, and discarded armor and weapons.

Due to the dense formation and panic mentality of the Zheng family army, the effect of this round of artillery fire was particularly obvious.

Several fleeing Zheng's army soldiers dared not even blink, right in front of them, a shell hit their leader directly, the leader's upper body flew out with the shell's momentum, was thrown several steps away, still twisted and struggling on the ground, and his two legs were still standing for a while, then fell down.

The culprit's shell, still not satisfied, bounced a few more times, hit a horseback guard not far away, and hit the horse and the guard's right leg. The blood of the man and the horse mixed together, the guard fell to the ground, screaming in pain, trying hard to break free from the suppression of the warhorse's body, but it was too late. In the whistling sound of the shell, the painful groaning of the dying person, the scene of broken limbs, and the continuous splashing of blood, his comrades made a choice.

"Run!"

"Run!"

The defeated soldiers were like a group of disorderly ants, dizzy and disoriented.

Countless pairs of big feet ruthlessly trampled on the wounded soldiers who fell to the ground. People threw their swords and guns and armor on the ground one after another, shouting and running wildly in the direction they came from. When passing by vehicles carrying baggage and captured goods, many people swarmed up to snatch the goods and baggage, fighting each other with fists, feet, teeth, and all the weapons in their hands, just to snatch these treasures.

Some of the more clever ones untied the horses of the baggage carts and planned to ride away, but they were immediately pulled off the horses by the people next to them, and the horses were taken away.

The troops of the Zheng family army collapsed completely!

"Sword and shield soldiers, attack! Musketeers, stay and clean up the battlefield!"

Chen Hu looked at the fleeing formation of the other side with regret. If there were cavalry at this time, they could have killed all the thousands of people on the opposite side.

Li Yi led the sword and shield soldiers who had been waiting impatiently for a long time and roared like a tiger, rushing out to fight.

Although he was chasing and defeating the enemy, Li Yi was still very measured and carried out pursuits in small groups. Once he found that an officer was trying to restore his organization, organize a formation, conduct defense or block or counterattack, he immediately became a became the focus of care for the pursuit troops.

Each team is only responsible for pursuing five miles forward. After five miles, it is replaced by another small team. The rest of the troops walk slowly in the team, forming always effective pressure on the retreating Zheng Army, but without causing their own Excessive physical exertion.

After chasing for ten miles, Li Yi ordered the team to return to camp.

At this moment, on the battlefield just now, when the brothers in the baggage team brought the steaming lunch, the preliminary results of cleaning the battlefield were also calculated.

In this battle, a total of 171 people from Chen Hu's troops were killed. Most of them were injured by arrows, muskets, and artillery during the encounter with the enemy. 107 people were injured, including 32 serious injuries. Zheng Jiajun was killed. More than 3,000 people were injured, more than 300 were injured, and more than 4,000 were captured, and probably more than 1,000 people were defeated.

However, most of these thousand people were forced into the nearby red shirt forest, and less than a hundred people successfully escaped with Zheng Zhihu.

More than 20 military flags of the Zheng Jiajun were captured. The weapons and guns could not be counted for the time being. There was a lot of baggage and food. Li Yi, who was responsible for chasing the enemy, sent people to send new battle reports or captured them back from time to time. These numbers were constantly being refreshed.

Although the Zheng family army was not completely wiped out, such a result made people laugh from ear to ear, and it was considered a great victory.

However, just as everyone was cheering for victory in the first battle and toasting with joy, a very discordant voice came in from outside the tent.

"My lord, colleagues, if you cut the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze."

The person who spoke was Liu Renqing, the staff officer of Qijiaying.

"Why not go south in one fell swoop and conquer all the Zheng family's territory? Wouldn't it be great if we could capture Zheng Zhihu alive!"

Hearing this, Chen Hu silently put down the wine glass he was holding and looked up at Liu Renqing. Liu Renqing did not shy away and looked up directly.

When their eyes met, what came out of friction was not sparks, but mutual sympathy.

Since the establishment of the army, each battalion has been assigned a staff officer. At first, Chen Hu thought that this was the same as the supervisory army in the previous army, and was sent by the emperor to monitor the general.

However, after Liu Renqing came, he did not stay by Chen Hu's side every day and report his every word and deed. Instead, he stayed in the army all day long, preaching military regulations and concepts.

Today, what he said was astonishing, and when it came to his heart, how could he not be excited.

"Okay!" Chen Hu shouted loudly in the tent and laughed. "After we capture Zheng Zhihu and wipe out the Zheng family in the south, it won't be too late to go back and let the Lord hold a banquet for us to celebrate our success."

Immediately ordered the troops to prepare, leaving Li Yi with 500 troops to guard the prisoners, while the rest followed him directly to the Zheng family in the south. At the same time, he did not forget to send a letter back to Keelung to inform Qin Hao of the battle.

After one battle, Qin's destiny was restored!

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