The artillery fire is extending.

Some shells exploded less than a hundred steps away.

Trump was grinding his bayonet with a grinding stone, and he would use this bayonet immediately. In the distance, the Qing army's cavalry was rushing towards him. At this time, they were really like the reefs in the storm sea, spreading starryls, about to usher in the most violent waves.

Is it the waves that shatter us, sweep us away, or are we standing still?

Trump believed that they could withstand the attacking craze of Qing cavalry. Although he was just a small sergeant and was in the battle situation, he could also see with his rich experience that under the fierce artillery fire of the Han army, the Qing army's charge was fierce and tenacious, but he was also suffering tragic casualties.

The most important thing is that the Qing army's cavalry cluster was already restricted in this valley, and now it was bombarded by countless cannons, which made their formation constantly dispersed.

"Such a large-scale cavalry charge is unimaginable in Europe." Trump said with a bayonet and facing his teammates around him. He was also a member of the European battlefield, but although Europe is fighting in various countries, the main forces of each country are basically mercenary groups, from generals to soldiers, they are all hired by feudal monarchs.

There are very few real standing troops in our country.

"Can we stop the charge of the Tartar cavalry?" Cui Donggen's tone was a little frightened. He was a recruit who had just recruited by the Beiyang Fleet a year ago. He used to be a Korean who lived by the Yalu River. He used to be a ginseng picker in Changbai Mountain. He was strong and shot well with arrows.

Although he had been training for half a year, this was his first time on the battlefield. He held a rifle, but his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Jiang Donghai, the same Korean, was nervous next to him. He took out a talisman from under his collar. This was the amulet he asked for him after he applied for the envoy.

"Donggen, we ask the Three Pure Heavenly Lord for blessing, and we will definitely be safe and sound."

Trump then polished his bayonet and took out something from his collar, but it was a cross. Trump was a Spanish, Catholic believer, before the war came. He looked forward to praying to the Angel of God for blessing.

The prayers of several people affected their companions, and everyone began to pray.

A Western non-commissioned officer next to Trump also made a cross to pray, but he was not a Catholic believer, he was a Dutch and a Protestant.

Although both Catholicism and Protestantism only believe in the only true god of the Trinity. Catholicism prohibits idol worship and only statues for commemoration. Protestantism also prohibits idol worship and believes that statues are idols. They do not allow statues, but only establish cross religion as a church mark.

At first there was only Catholicism, but later Catholicism split into Catholicism and Orthodox Church hundreds of years ago, and then Protestantism split from Catholicism.

Today's European war is a war that revolves around the two major religious alliances of the Holy Roman Empire, the Emperor of the Empire, the Protestantism and Catholicism.

Spain is a devout Catholic, while the Dutch are Protestant. Protestantism is also called Christianity in the East.

However, in the Han Empire, faith was tolerant. Whether it was local Taoism, foreign Buddhism that had been rooted in China, including later Tibetan Buddhism, Catholicism, Christianity, Orthodoxism, and even Green and Judaism from the Middle East, they could be spread here.

As long as they are willing to abide by the religious management system of the Han Empire, they can spread doctrines and develop religious people. Even in the army, they will not stop soldiers from becoming religious. If you don’t say it, I won’t ask.

This leads to the fact that in some troops in the Han army today, a company may have seven or eight kinds of beliefs.

Trump's company has more than 200 people. That's it, including Spaniards, Dutch, Swedes, Germans, French, British, Russian, Italians, etc., as well as India, Southeast Asia, North Korea, Japan, Mongolia, Jurchens from the Heilongjiang area in the northeast, and Han people in the Central Plains.

This is a company that is inclusive and has all kinds of beliefs, and everyone is tolerant and does not conflict with each other.

However, in terms of faith, the most open-minded are the Han soldiers in the Central Plains. They worship Buddha when they see God. They burn incense when they see God. No matter whether they are Mongolian shamans, Tibetan lamas, even Buddhism and Taoism, even Western Christianity, Southeast Asia Green Church, etc., regardless of God, God, God, God or Buddha, the Three Pure Heavenly Lords, they recite the gods and Buddhas all over the sky from beginning to end, and pray for them all.

"Bless me, the Jade Emperor, the Tathagata Buddha, the Jade Emperor, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jesus, God, Allah,"

Company Commander Zhao Shuanzhu prayed all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, then put down his hands, clasped and shouted, "Okay, the gods and Buddhas have worshiped me, now, it's up to us. Check your guns and bullets again and put your bayonets on."

"I know that many of you have been on the battlefield for the first time. When you first went to the battlefield, you encountered such a big scene. I want me to say that this is your good luck. Because no matter how you fight, we will win this battle. Moreover, this battle is personally directed by His Majesty the Emperor, which is the glory of Wu Shang. Rookies, please cheer. The first time you encountered such a big scene, and the first time you will lead you. The first time you will be a great victory. The first time you will have the opportunity to make achievements and win merits. Now, welcome your first battle well!"

Another explosion, the explosion was closer to them.

Cui Donggen felt that his feet were unstable, and the explosion caused the earth to tremble. The cavalry's rapid charge, and the iron hooves hit the ground, which also caused the ground to tremble.

"Check gun bullets, check gun bullets" Cui Donggen murmured silently, while checking his rifle again. The rifle that had been fitted with a bayonet was more than six feet long, slightly taller than his entire person.

A small hollow array composed of more than 200 people in a company, with several layers inside and outside. In the middle is a carriage. The carriage is both an ammunition supply carriage and a moving turret, with mountain howitzers behind it.

Because Cui Donggen was his first actual combat and his shooting skills were very good, he was not arranged to be on the outermost periphery this time, but was in the inner circle relatively. His responsibility was to try his best to attack the enemy cavalry that rushed to the nearest. Comrades in the outer circle would use bayonets to form a defense and use the distributed grenades to block the enemy cavalry from rushing forward.

Cui Donggen looked around, with the sound of cannons roaring, and his eyes were everywhere. There were one battle formation after another, with hundreds of them, and there were not much space between each of these small formations.

He looked up at the sky and the weather was very good. The April sun was already a little dazzling.

The weather is sunny, sunny and windless.

This kind of weather is the best combat weather for musketeers, and the musket will suffer the least amount of wind and rain interference, so it can maintain the shooting accuracy to the maximum extent.

Oboi showed great courage. Facing the sound of Liantian cannons, he did not hesitate or fear at all. He rode ahead and charged forward.

There was only one thought in his mind, rushing over, rushing over, stepping over, and fighting for a way out.

A cannonball roared, not a shrapnel. This cannonball did not fall from the top of his head, but bombarded from the hillside in front of him.

It was a huge iron ball, with a solid shell weighing no less than ten kilograms. The shells roared at high speed and collided head-on with the Qing army who were yelling and angrily.

In an instant, Oboi thought he was dead.

The fierce shell almost came towards him. At that moment, his mind was blank and he could not breathe, and he felt a fatal suffocation.

Fortunately, the big iron ball passed by him and hit the flag bearer beside him. The poor flag bearer was also a warrior of the yellow flag. He was also an old subordinate of Oboi. He fought with the enemy many times and killed many nameless ghosts under the knife. Then this time, he lost a terrible battle with the big iron ball.

The big iron ball smashed his head away, and the black horse was carrying the headless corpse and continued to run. He was holding the big flag in his hand.

After running forward for more than ten steps, the headless corpse fell off the horse.

The culprit's big iron ball, after killing his flag bearer, continued to rush over with an unstoppable momentum and smashed several knights along the line. Then the big iron ball landed on the ground, bounced forward with an arc, and hit a few unlucky people. Finally, the momentum weakened and rolled on the ground.

When the large iron ball with more than ten kilograms rolled on the ground, its lethality still did not decrease. It broke several horse legs. Several knights caught off guard and fell off the horse. Some fell seriously injured, and some were directly trampled by the war horses behind.

Obai, who was still scared, felt that he could finally breathe fresh air.

In front of him, the groups of Han infantry were less than dozens of steps apart.

If they work harder, they can break through the infantry without walls, trenches and chariots.

"preparation!"

The company commander Shuan Zhu looked at the approaching Qingqi and shouted loudly, while picking up the iron whistle hanging around his neck and blew it hard.

The whistle sounded and the shooting began.

Cui Donggen, who was standing in the inner circle, heard the whistle and raised his gun like a conditioned reflex. Holding the gun, only the enemy cavalry were getting closer and closer in his eyes, and the sound of his eyes seemed to disappear.

"Free shooting!"

"Those who dare to rush forward, shoot the damn!"

The company commander, the platoon leader, the squad leader, were shouting loudly, and non-commissioned officers and birds at all levels were also loudly encouraging their companions.

Cao Donggen's eyes locked on an enemy, and a helmet had fallen off, revealing his black scalp on his forehead and a pig tail behind his head.

Looking at the braid, Cao Donggen's eyes were red.

He hated these braids and full of tatars. In the past, he followed his father and brother to cross the Yalu River to collect ginseng every year. Collecting ginseng was a very hard and dangerous job. Not only did he have to endure hunger and cold in the cold old forest, but he also had to be careful of tigers and wolves. However, the Qing army was the one who threatened the collectors the ginseng the most. After the Qing army controlled Liaodong, they were quite cruel to the Korean ginseng collectors who crossed the border. Once they were caught, they would either shoot and kill them on the spot or be captured as slaves.

Cao Donggen's father and brother were all killed by the Manchus one after another.

Later, he also fell into the hands of the Qing army and became the Baoyi slave of the Tartars. If the Chu army had not attacked Liaodong and captured the places such as Kuandian in Zhenjiang, he might have had to spend his next life doing hard work in the Tartars farm.

With a bang, the gunshots, and the Tartars in their sight were dismissed.

"First!" Cao Donggen endured his excitement and said silently in his heart. "This gun is to avenge his father!"

After firing a shot, he quickly loaded up. Although this was the first actual battle, his performance was extremely calm and calm that surprised him. He was extremely nervous, but this tension did not affect him, but instead made him more focused.

His loading speed was even higher than usual training, and the entire loading movement was in full swing.

Raising his gun again, Cao Donggen's eyes fixed on a Tartar who was running closer.

"This shot is to avenge my elder brother."

The gunshots sounded again, amid the rising and falling gunshots. In their sight, the Tartar holding a sabre was less than ten steps away from them. They were about to lift the reins and rush into the formation, but suddenly they freeze for a moment. Then they were unstable and fell off the horse. One foot was still hanging on the pedal and was dragged by the horse.

Without the knight's control, the war horse rushed to the front of the formation, was frightened by the shaky bayonet, turned the horse's head and ran into the gap, taking his former master. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!