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Text Chapter 68 The Demoman leaned against the wall and turned his head

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    ?Watching the two people arguing, Xiang Rong's heartache was aroused again.  It has long been rumored that two true gods have arrived in Jinling City.  He didn't believe it, and even kept the matter hidden in his memorial to the court.  In fact, he would rather not believe it. If a true god really appeared, wouldn't it be a true dragon?  If the emperor receives such a report, he will probably be the first to be killed.  Yes or no, he didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore.  He looked at Zhang Guoliang and Subu Thonga, waved his hands and smiled, "It's a good thing to ask more people why. As for the gods and ghosts, let's not talk about them for now, and just think about the details. For example, you all  What do you think of that hairy Red? How much trouble will it cause us?"

    This question stumped everyone in the big tent.  Yes, it seems that no one has ever seen what this so-called Red Army looks like. If it hadn¡¯t been learned from the common people and Zhang Jigeng¡¯s several reports, and after fighting for such a long time, no one would have known that there was such a person.  Where is the opponent?  If someone has some real experience, I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s Ma Tianbao.

    Seeing everyone turning their attention to him, Ma Tianbao was also extremely embarrassed, "I am the same as all the adults. Although I have fought with this long-haired Red Army more times, it is a pity that it is at night and I can't see their shadow at all. They  There shouldn't be many foreign guns, otherwise they wouldn't always use firecrackers to fool us. Alas! It's really hard to say. Maybe Zhang Jigeng and others have the most accurate information. It seems that they are only a thousand people and only have more than a hundred foreign guns.  Anyway, the commotion is now such that no one from each camp is willing to go up to the watchtowers near the village wall."

    The big tent was quiet for a while.

    "In view of our humble position, we might as well do this," Subbutong'a looked at the Governor, "In this capture of the city, we will also concentrate the firearms of each battalion for Zhang Junmen to use to increase his vigor. Once we encounter this  The long-haired team may have the strength to destroy them."

    "Thank you Su Junmen!" Zhang Guoliang raised his hand to Subutong Ayi, "Changmao always likes to keep the most elite troops with each king. According to Zhang Jigeng and others, it is estimated that this is also their new king  A personal army he cultivated for himself. Haven't they been transferred away from Chaoyangmen? It's just right. Don't let me run into it. If I run into it, I will kill it.

    "Zhang Junmen cannot be arrogant." Subbutonga reminded.

    "Haha, I am not arrogant. You must have momentum when fighting. Otherwise, your sword-wielding hand will become weak." Zhang Guoliang smiled wildly.

    Subutong'a snorted and looked at the Governor.  Xiang Rong coughed and said, "Of course you have to have momentum, but long hair is not something to be fooled into. You need to pay attention to it. Now I am making arrangements. Please go back and make arrangements carefully."

    Seeing the front team's troops entering Wengcheng with Zhang Peize's support, Zhang Guoliang was overjoyed, and his initial vigilance turned into excitement. He had already stepped on his hooves and looked impatient, and waved his hand at the soldiers behind him.  Li Qingleng's broadsword, "Up!" He was like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the gate of Wengcheng.

    "Boom!" The pre-arranged cannon sounded at this time, but it was not an empty cannon, but a real cannon.  At the same time, the artillery fire on the top of the city was in full blast, and the sound of huge explosions could no longer be distinguished.

    "Fell into a trap!" Like everyone else who entered the Wengcheng, Zhang Guoliang's first reaction was this.  Like most of the people there, he suffered from the indescribable explosives thrown at his head, and was instantly wiped out.  He still didn't see his opponent in the end, so he fell down at the gate of Wengcheng with countless questions.

    "Kill!" With the deafening shouts of killing, a tide of Heavenly Army soldiers poured out of the city.

    The sudden blow and the death of the admiral caused the several battalions of the front army led by Zhang Guoliang to become chaotic and collapsed at the first touch.  The defeated troops followed and disrupted the formation behind them.  Resistance just becomes a survival instinct.  Under the respective command of several commanders, they resisted and retreated to their own camps.

    Unexpectedly, Changmao pursued him relentlessly and had the potential to attack the camp.  Xiang Rong received an urgent military report from the front army and immediately ordered General Jiang Changgui to take over Zhang Guoliang's command of the front army. At the same time, he ordered the left and right armies to hold on to the camp, and asked two battalions of cavalry from Ma Tianbao's department to attack Changmao from the left wing to relieve the front army.  The pressure from the army stabilized the defense line.

    Subbutong'a was originally located on the right wing of Zhang Guoliang's front army, and his three thousand elite full camp cavalry were already ready to expand the results of the battle.  Looking at the situation happening in front of him, he ordered people to go back and strictly ordered the infantry battalions to hold on to their forts. At the same time, he wanted to personally lead the cavalry to rush to support the front army.  He was going to stab the shaggy flank out of the city.

    Just as his cavalry was about to move, rumbles of cannon fire and killing sounds came from the direction of Purple Mountain.  No, Changmao is attacking his own fortress.  He was startled, "Go back to camp!" He turned his horse's head and ordered loudly.  Right hereAt that moment, he saw something strange.

    In the dark night, a large group of black shadows swept over at lightning speed.  It's the cavalry!

    "Who is it?" A sentry officer waved his sword to greet him.  In fact, it didn't matter whether he asked or not, he knew exactly who was coming.  The same goes for the soldiers behind him.

    They were answered by a flash of light and a burst of gunfire like popping beans.  There was no cry of death that was customary on the battlefield, and the one who came over was like a ghost.  Subutung'a saw this "ghost" tearing apart his cavalry with tongues of fire, and rushed away, leaving behind a burst of explosions.  Fortunately, he is still alive.

    "Entire the team!" Subutonga wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and the terrifying sound of "thud, chug, chug" was still ringing in his ears.  After calming down for a moment, he turned to look in the direction where the "ghost" disappeared. Was he going to kick the camp?

    At the forefront of the spy company, the Red Army teaching brigade kept running forward. No one made any sound, only the iron cavalry they were riding on struck the sound of the earth rolling up.  Their eyes were all bloodshot and they were staring in one direction, which was Xiang Rong's central army.

    Everything is so tacit.  They only stayed in front of Qingyao's first wall for a moment. With a loud bang, they knocked open the Jiangnan camp that Qingyao had been running for more than half a year.  Twenty submachine guns lined up in a line, spraying twenty fire dragons, tearing apart any defense lines that dared to block them, and destroying the will of all enemies.  Following closely behind the defeated Qingyao, they exited one camp and rushed into another.

    Lin Haifeng, who had already left the Gaoqiao Gate, was holding a monocular and watching every move of the blasters in front of him.  This is the left army company camp of Jiangnan Camp.  From time to time, a demolition hand would fall down, and his heart would tremble.  Finally, a blaster delivered the bag to the Qing army's wall.  Through the lights in the Qing army's camp, he could see that the blaster had been hit by more than one arrow.  When the fuse was finally pulled, the Demoman leaned against the wall and turned his head.  He saw him smiling happily.

    "Get out of the way! Get out of the way quickly!" Lin Haifeng stamped his feet and shouted in his heart.  He knew that Demoman would never come back, and he closed his eyes softly.

    With a loud "Boom!", a huge gap was opened in the wall of the village, and the Third Red Division immediately pounced on it.

    Lin Haifeng opened his moist eyes, drew his pistol, and shouted, "For the sake of the Celestial Empire, move forward!" As he shouted, without even thinking about it, he rushed towards the second echelon of the second echelon of the Qing Dynasty, despite the continuous blocking artillery fire fired by the Qing army.  The front of the Fourth Red Division

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