"Vasilysky, they must be stopped, they must be stopped!"
Seeing that the giant wood of the Chinese people was quickly transported to the city gate, Tokolovsky was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat. He didn't know how to take effective counterattack measures, so he could only pin his hopes on officers such as Vasilysky and Chekov.
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"Soldiers, raise your brave heads, you must fight back!"
Ignoring the plumes flying across the city, Chekov bravely used his handgun to shoot a Qing soldier below. With a "bang", the Qing soldier fell to the ground in pain, holding his stomach.
It kept rolling around, and screamed pitifully from its mouth.
A dozen musketeers who were hiding next to Chekov also stood up, but three unlucky musketeers were not very lucky. Before they could point their muskets at the city, several bloody holes were made in their bodies by lead.
.But the other musketeers fired their muskets in time.
"Fire!"
The performance of their companions inspired the musketeers who were still hiding under the city wall. Vasilyski and other officers couldn't wait to shout loudly, urging the soldiers to stand up and fight back against the Qing people. They clearly understood that if they didn't treat the Qing people again,
If they react to suppress the fire cannons, then the city gate will definitely be knocked open by them!
"Bang, bang, bang"
The musketeers' counterattacks were sparse, but they still achieved a record of 20 or 30 Qing team casualties. The Qing people's fire blunderbuss, apart from frightening the musketeers at the top of the city, did not achieve many casualties. Go,
Those Qing dynasty firecrackers were very young, they just mechanically shot the firecrackers towards the top of the city, regardless of whether they could hit them or not.
"Hold them down!"
Lin Jiafeng, who was directing the battle, saw that the Rakshasa people had emerged from the city. He couldn't help but get furious. He stood in the black smoke and pointed his sword straight at the city. As the captain of the First Fire Gun Brigade, he was very concerned about the combat effectiveness of his men.
Understand that although there were Rakshasa captives who taught how to use fire guns, the time was too short after all. They had not yet mastered the knack of shooting fire guns, and their sights were still too poor. Lin Jiafeng had visually inspected the Rakshasa people who shot five rounds of gunfire.
There will never be more than fifty people.
Five hundred versus fifty, this result is really ridiculous.
Now is not the time to blame the fire gunmen. What we need to do now is to continuously arrange the fire cannons to hit the city. Seeing that more than half of the first team was killed or injured, Lin Jiafeng decisively ordered the first team to retreat, and the third team rushed to the front to be responsible for the fire suppression of the city.
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Most of the soldiers in the third team had participated in the Battle of Tuerling and the melee outside Shouyi City. Compared with the soldiers in the first and second teams, they were considered veterans.
After hearing the order, the captain of the third team immediately led his troops to advance to the first row. Their suppression quickly achieved results. At least twenty Rakshasa people fell from the top of the city to the bottom of the city.
The Rakshasa people's marksmanship is very accurate, but their counterattacks are equally powerful. Listening to the sound of gunfire from the east to the west at the top of the city, you know that they are also in misery now. Thinking that the intelligence shows that there are only two or three Rakshasa musketeers in Gulihe City.
At a moment's notice, Lin Jiafeng couldn't help but sneered. He looked at the Rakshasa people popping up from time to time on the top of the city. His eyes narrowed and he thought, I wonder how long you can hold on!
"Master Qianhu, I, a Rakshasa, can't hold on any longer!"
Zuo Mingnan, who was watching the battle from behind, saw that the Rakshasa people's counterattack at the top of the city was not strong, so he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Subordinate, after one stick of incense, we can enter the city!"
Qi Zhuang was also determined. The victory or defeat was almost certain. The Rakshasa people would definitely not be able to hold on. Thinking that the first battle would not disappoint the division commander's high expectations, Qi Zhuang couldn't help but feel great relief. He laughed and said: "Zuo Qianhu,
Order the entire army to prepare to enter the city!"
"Yes, Lord Chihu!"
Zuo Mingnan clasped his fists in response and led his own soldiers to order the entire army to prepare to enter the city.
There are only 200 musketeers at the top of the city, and now there are 70 or 80 dead or injured. The remaining people are suppressed by the abominable continuous shooting of the Qing people and cannot organize a volley. They can only watch the cold sky and shoot freely. The soldiers' personal precise marksmanship has changed.
The overall situation was a beating. Tokolosky had already ordered more than a hundred Russians to occupy the city, and he also took a fire blunderbuss to fight. His most loyal servant A Leer also shouted for the master to give him a fire blunderbuss.
Gun, he wants to kill those hateful intruders with his own hands and protect his master.
Under the suppressed firepower of the Qing team, the musketeers could not stop the Qing people carrying the giant log from approaching the city gate. When the giant log finally reached the city gate, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
"Lord City Guard, I'm going to organize the Ewenki people to prepare for a counterattack! They must not be allowed to rush into the city!"
Seeing that the situation was critical, Chekov shouted to Tokolosky, and quickly ran down to the top of the city, organizing the Ewenki to prepare to rush out and drive away the Qing people when the city gate was knocked open.
If the city is destroyed, the fate of the people in that city can be imagined.
"One, two, three, hit!"
At the sound of the team officer's chant, the sergeants slammed the giant tree against the city gate. The giant tree hit the city gate and made a dull impact, falling dust, and making the hearts of the three hundred Ewenki people behind the city gate beat.
God bless! All the residents of the city spontaneously walked to the east city. Listening to the chants of the Qing people outside and the banging of the city gates, the Russianized residents began to pray.
"Brothers, if you push harder, the city gate will open!"
The officer who directed the sergeant to knock on the door was Captain Asigen of Sauron. He was a Sauron soldier captured in the Battle of Tu'erling. He had four Rakshasa heads chopped off in a melee with Rakshasa people outside Shouyi City.
He accumulated military merit and became a squad leader, and this time he took on the important task of breaking open the city gate. Seeing that the city gate had been loosened, Asgen's heart was wildly joyful. He had already thought of the Rakshasa woman and wealth that would be rewarded to him after the city was broken.
Men have to prove themselves on the battlefield, men have to conquer!
"Bump!"
The fanatical Asigen felt that the strength was not strong enough, so he hugged the giant tree himself, and slammed it towards the city gate with the rhythm of everyone. Suddenly, he felt something being rained on his head.
Is it raining? Asgen's thought flashed across his mind, so what if it rained? However, after just one thought, his face turned pale with horror.
"Fire oil!"
"The Rakshasa people poured kerosene!"
"Brothers, run quickly!"
After discovering that the Rakshasa people were pouring kerosene down, the soldiers who hit the door exploded with a bang. They were so anxious that they wanted to throw away the huge tree, but before they had time to let go, they saw a torch thrown down from the top of the city.
,In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted to the torch.
When the fire came close, his eyes were filled with cold light.
In front of everyone's eyes, the torch landed lightly on the ground. The fire flashed and spread instantly, burning more than thirty soldiers under the city gate into burning people. Asgen's body was also on fire, and the high temperature of the flames made him scalding.
The skin on his chest ached, and the smell of burning pervaded the city gate.
"ah!"
The soldiers, who were covered in fire, ran away wailing and rolling on the ground, trying to put out the fire.
All the soldiers were stunned by the scene in front of them. They did not expect that when the city was destroyed, the Rakshasa people would use this trick again.
"Oh shit!"
Qi Zhuang glanced at the city head with hatred and uttered two words: "Retreat the troops!"
"Master Qianhu, we can organize more troops to attack, but the city gate is about to open, so we can't withdraw our troops!"
Zuo Mingnan and Ma Long shouted at the same time, and finally reached the city gate. The city gate was already loose. All they needed to do was to keep up their efforts. Gulihe City was already within reach. It would be a pity to withdraw their troops at this time.
"withdraw troops!"
Qi Zhuang gritted his teeth tightly and stared at the city with a murderous gaze: "Retracting the troops does not mean withdrawing the troops. The morale of the troops has been lost. If we attack by force, we may not be able to break the city." He paused and said: "You are a Rakshasa, I can't think of it.
They will also use kerosene to defend the city, hum, but they can use fire, and we can use it too!"
"What do you mean, Master Qianhu?" Zuo Mingnan didn't understand what Qi Zhuang meant by this.
Qi Zhuang thought for a while and roughly stated what he meant. After listening, Zuo Mingnan and Ma Long looked at each other and shouted "Wonderful" in unison.
Although Lin Jiafeng didn't understand why the captain ordered the troops to be withdrawn, as a subordinate, he had no choice but to obey the order. He arranged for the third team to be responsible for suppressing the city, while the rest dragged the dead and wounded back.
At the top of the city, Tokoloski saw the Qing troops retreating and was a little lucky. If it weren't for the kerosene in the city, the city gate would have been knocked open by the Qing people.