After a brief rectification, the enemy began another lenient and frontal attack. This time, the six hundred subordinates could not stop them.

"Embroidered Uniform Guard Ti Kai, draw the sword—" After throwing away the musket that had overheated the barrel, Zhao Xing took the lead in pulling out the Xiuchun Knife at his waist.

The sharp blade body can reflect the hideous face of the enemy opposite.

Six hundred warriors together drew their long-lost embroidered spring sword.

This is the symbol of the Jinyiwei, and it is an existence that makes all enemies frightened. Today, let them see blood again.

"Boom boom boom boom--" A series of roars suddenly sounded behind Zhao Xing, and a scream of torn air came to mind above his head. Countless shells passed over Zhao Xing's head and hit the strait, in the Mongolian team like a tide.

The explosion of the flowering bullet, the thick smoke and fire generated, and the shrapnel splashing everywhere were like a wall, quickly blocking the tide.

On the ice surface of the strait, thick smoke and fire and the enemy's corpses flew everywhere. As the explosion of shells, the white ice surface covered with snow was blown out one ice hole after another in a blink of an eye, and the black and green sea water splashed out and fell like a waterfall.

But the weather was too cold, and the splashed sea water seemed to start to freeze when it landed.

The ice holes blown out by the shells froze to death in a blink of an eye, and people could pass through again.

Zhao Xing suddenly turned around and saw that workers in arsenal clothing were pushing one after another of the Fran cannons that had not been polished. While they were pushing quickly, there were skilled workers, and then loading the guns into them. Then the chariot stopped and fired immediately!

As soon as the cannon was fired, several workers pushed up the cannon and continued to run. While still running, the skilled workers opened the fire door, retreated the bullets, loaded guns, and then stopped and fired the cannon.

This is the miracle of war, the spirit of defending the country, and the miracle inspired. The cannons begin to attack while they are moving.

Gong Shouyi ran to Zhao Xing: "Two hundred cannons will be in place soon, and there will be 1,000 cannons in the later stage."

"Don't move forward anymore. Once the enemy charges, the cannon cannot be bayonetized."

"Don't worry, brothers from the Five Thousand Jinyiwei will arrive soon." Qian Qiancheng ran over panting. "We will definitely ensure the safety of the cannon."

Zhao Xing immediately ordered Gong Shouyi: "Immediately drain 20 cannons, launch a fire attack on the bridge, and resolutely destroy the bridge. The remaining cannons will go all out to bombard the ice surface of the strait, and will definitely blow the ice surface down."

Gong Shouyi glanced at the bridge. There were still his own soldiers on the bridge, fighting desperately with the Jurchens rushing towards him.

"Don't hesitate to cover the shooting, I believe that when your shells fall, the remaining warriors will express gratitude to you."

Gong Shouyi nodded with tears and immediately called out 20 cannons: "Target, cross-sea bridge, gather fire and fire, and set off--"

However, no guns were heard.

The gunners holding the torch looked blankly at the bridge: "There are our brothers who are fighting to the death."

Gong Shouyi kicked a gunner over, snatched the torch from his hand, hit the fire gate, then closed his eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, I'm sorry for Dongjiang Town."

With his roar, 20 cannons fired together, and the whistling shells covered the cross-sea bridge in a blink of an eye. In the thick smoke and fire, the flesh and blood of our soldiers mixed together and rose from the sky.

But all the artillery seemed to hear a person cheering in the deafening sound of cannons: "Brother artillery, good shooting."

This cheer was made by the brothers who fought to the death on the bridge.

That was Mao Shouren's cheer.

The bombardment of the cannons knocked the bridge overwhelmed with holes, but he still did not collapse. The Jurchen cavalry was still running towards the bridge like a tide.

But what made Zhao Xing take a breath was that Qian Qiancheng's Jinyiwei arrived.

The arrival of the five thousand Jinyi sanitary forces gave Zhao Xing a soldier to send.

"I am here to stay. If you lead a thousand brothers, block the bridge immediately. You must not let the enemy rush over."

Qian Qiancheng received the order loudly and blocked the bridge with 1,000 brothers. One thousand muskets were shot continuously, killing the Jurchen cavalry who rushed to the bridge.

The Jurchens on the bridge retreated. But they did not really retreat. It was just that at a short time, the giant shield on one side appeared at the bridge. They jumped off the war horse, and the two of them held a shield with iron bags and launched an attack again.

The lead of the musket hits the shield and can only splash a row of sparks, causing no damage to the enemies behind it.

The 20 cannons continued to bombard the enemy continuously. Although they caused damage to the enemy, the enemy was fearless and continued to advance with difficulty.

Qian Qiancheng jumped and cursed loudly: "This damn bridge, in summer, in order to strengthen it, I don't know how much money was wasted or how many lives were lost. I hope he fell down this time, but he was like casting copper and iron, but he wouldn't fall down. Fuck you, is it the bridge of my Dongjiang Town or the Jurchens? Have you become a traitor?"

Of course, the bridge will not rebel. The only thing that is not good for Dongjiang Town is this ghost weather.

A small flag next to him suggested: "If you want to actually blow him up, you can only bury explosive packs under the bridge.

Rushing down the bridge, this is not a problem. The problem is that the artillery fire in your own home will be accidentally injured.

If the bombardment of artillery fire is stopped, the Jurchens can use their big shield to rush over the enemies, all of which are white armor and red armor in the Zhenghuang Banner, real enemies of ten thousand people, and real god of killing. As long as they rush over, their musket advantage will be completely lost and they will become hand-to-hand combat.

In hand-to-hand combat, everyone standing here will not be their opponents.

Qian Qiancheng stood in front of the team and announced loudly: "I need a group of suicide squads, brave the artillery fire of our own people, packed explosives, stepped across the ice, rushed under the bridge, and blew up the bridge."

There was no hesitation in the team and almost all raised their hands.

There is no way, Qian Qiancheng had to announce again: "Those who have married and had children, have more than 4 brothers in the family, and no parents need to support them, stand up."

Nearly 100 brothers stood up without hesitation.

Qian Qiancheng usually loves soldiers like his sons. Looking at the group of brothers who are about to die, his eyes are slightly red.

Walking past everyone, patting him, and trying hard to remember their voice, appearance, smiles, and not many of these people will survive.

After slapping the last brother, the low order, "divided into 10 teams and set off."
Chapter completed!