It weighs one and a half pounds, and it contains nearly one pound of granulated black gunpowder. Especially for the insufficient fragmentation rate, Huaiyang Workshop also added a large amount of iron beads to the black gunpowder.

The explosion rate exceeds 70%, and the time from landing to explosion usually does not exceed three breaths. As long as it explodes, it will be difficult to escape the impact within three steps around the surrounding area.

Although the Miao army under Yang Wanzhe was loyal and brave, how could it withstand such a storm-like blow? After six or seven teams that were gathered together in a hurry were forcibly dispersed by grenades, they retreated to the sides in a mess, scattered in groups of three or five, trying to save the situation with bows and arrows and guns.

For the Huaian Army, who was wearing a wire vest and strictly maintaining its formation, this long-distance attack was simply a scattering effect. Most feather arrows and guns were isolated from the team by shields, with only three or two pieces of sporadic. Fortunately, it broke through the blockade of the shield, but it was difficult to pierce the soft armor of the steel wire, hung in vain on the surface of the target's body, and jingled as the footsteps moved.

The soldiers of Huai'an, who had clear goals, ignored the harassment of the scattered soldiers around him. Under the command of officers at all levels of the regiment, battalion, and company, continued to advance towards the target. The mountain people who stood in front of the two giant dragons either burst their heads from a distance, or they cut the swords and shields to the ground at close range, and the incomplete remains were piled up, forming two long flesh-and-blood alleys among the crowd.

"Flank and flank attack, don't crowd it up, wave after wave, there are not many thieves in Huai, and the grenades will always be used up." Several Yang family members, wearing banners on their backs and forth on the hillside, conveying the latest countermeasures of their heads to the ears of every soldier.

The cave master and the village master who were in charge of the six gods chose to obey habitually, divided their subordinates into arrays, handed them over to the mox, and attacked the Huaian Army's array in turn. A hundred-man team was broken up, so they quickly sent another team, at all costs, and did not care about how many people died.

The musketeers of the Huai'an Army mercilessly shot the rushing enemies one by one, but after the muskets were fired, it took time to reload them. In order to keep the formation intact, the movement speed of the entire team must be accommodated. Soon, the movement speed of the two giant dragons was severely slowed down, and they were getting farther and farther away from Yang Wanzhe's handsome flag.

"Stop, the whole team." The commander of the Third Army Li Ziyu quickly noticed the change in the situation, took a deep breath, and ordered loudly.

"Stop, the whole team."

"Stop, the whole team."

"Stop, the whole team."

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"Tick, tick, tick." "Tick, tick, tick, tick." "Tick, tick, tick, tick."

People shouted, war drums, and suona were stacked and continuous. The officers at all levels who had been trained in the martial arts hall had already used the most reliable method to pass the orders into the ears of each soldier.

The two giant dragon-like teams suddenly spurted several groups of fire around, and then stopped in an instant, caught all the Miao soldiers off guard, and their eyes widened, holding swords and guns in their hands, and repeatedly patrolling the spot with their feet.

"Mustrator, bayonet." Li Ziyu took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "The front arrow formation, the sword and shield soldiers protected the wings, and the grenades followed the last, killing the general and seizing the flag."

"Military soldiers, bayonets, arrow formations, swords and shields protect the two wings, and the grenadiers followed the last, killing the generals and seizing the flag."

"Military soldiers, bayonets, arrow formations, swords and shields protect the two wings, and the grenadiers followed the last, killing the generals and seizing the flag."

Several commanders raised their iron trumpets high and shouted out the latest orders from their parents' history.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick." The tone of the horn suddenly became high-pitched, and stabbed into the hearts of everyone on both sides like a sharp blade. The Miao soldiers, who had long been out of control, instantly turned gray, and the soldiers of the Huaiyang Third Legion quickly adjusted their teams.

The sword and shield soldiers moved away from the center and moved to the wings. The musketeers strode forward. While adjusting their formation while moving, they pulled out a two and a half feet long steel spike from their belts and put it cleanly on the front of the barrel.

The grenadier retreated to the end of the array and formed a rectangular horizontal formation at the end of the front arrow formation. As long as the enemy troops encounter an enemy whose front arrow is not penetrated, they will come forward at any time to provide fire support.

"Slay the general and seize the flag." He quickly glanced at his robes. Li Ziyu took a deep breath again, shouted out his last order, and then pulled down his mask with force.

The style of the Third Legion is "stable". It rarely adopts close-knit combat in combat. However, the Third Legion does not know how to fight, but they did not need it in the past.

But when there is a need for hand-to-hand combat, the Third Legion will not be afraid at all.

The backbone of the army who once followed Zhu Chongjiu to face the Asu cavalry on the north bank of the Yellow River would not be afraid. They had already figured out the weight of their opponents and firmly believed that they were better at their skills.

Generals at all levels who once followed Xu Da on the south bank of the Yellow River were not afraid. They had long been used to facing death and firmly believed that the final victory would eventually belong to them.

Grassroots officers who once received the most complete military teachings of this era in the martial arts lecture hall will not be afraid. Their assassination techniques are taught step by step by step by step by step by veterans of hundreds of battles, and have experienced hundreds of simulated actual combat. Today, they just happened to try their best on the enemy.

There is no slight fear, including Zhang Dingbian, an intern battalion commander who had just been transferred to the Third Legion, who was obviously more accustomed to the traditional face-to-hand swords, than taking the opponent's life with a firearm across dozens of steps.

Especially when facing his former enemy Miao Army, his eyes turned red. Thinking about the beginning, Tianwan Hongscar was caught off guard and was attacked by the Miao army outside Wuchang City, so he was killed and blood flowed into a river. He had to retreat all over and clean the wounds.

If there was no such battle, there would be no Peng Yingyu's Eastern Expedition, nor would Ni Wenjun monopolize the power, nor would Tianwan split, Ni Wenjun betrayed the enemy, and Xu Shouhui was forced to give up the imperial title after losing all his bets, and from then on, he led all Tianwan soldiers to accept the dispatch of the Huai'an army.

Zhang Dingbian did not hate Wu Liangmou, who was reaping the benefits of a fisherman, nor did he hate Zhu Chongjiu, who took advantage of the situation, nor did he hate Xu Shouhui who gave up everything in order to save his life. He didn't even hate Ni Wenjun who betrayed the enemy. After all, under that situation, if Ni Wenjun did not take the initiative to rebel, he could face the tragic ending of the whole family being wronged by Xu Shouhui.

However, he hated Yang Wanzhe very much, hated the Miao army who had no idea why they fought and had no reason to join the war.

It was this group of guys who didn't even speak well, who destroyed the great cause of the Tianwan Empire, this group of guys who made accomplices and destroyed the prosperous Wuchang City, and this group of guys who forgot their righteousness to see things, burned countless villages, looted countless villages, killed thousands of innocent people, and then put these guilts with confidence on the head of Tianwan Red Turban, who had already taken the initiative to evacuate from Huguang Province, which still bears an indelible reputation.

"Tianwan Kingdom has become a passing cloud, but you and my brothers cannot forget their past. You and my brothers must be able to make achievements and climb into the court, and then they have the opportunity to tell people that those bad things were not done by Tianwan Red Turban. Otherwise, it will not take too long for someone to turn black and white into black and erect monuments for the Tartar court and Tartar officials. And you and my brothers, like the rebels in the previous dynasties, were written as short-sighted and evil traitors. As for why our brothers rebelled and how much ironclad our military discipline is, they will all turn a blind eye."

Zhang Dingbian still remembers that when he learned that he and Zhang Bixian were transferred to another place, Chen Youliang's solemn advice. At that moment, Chen Youliang's eyes were full of wisdom, frankness, and helplessness and acceptance of fate.

The world's general trend is about to settle, and chaos has revealed the clues that it is about to end. At this time, it is impossible for them to raise the banner of heaven again, and it is impossible for them to split the earth and be appointed as a marquis, and compete for the victory.

However, they must gain a place in the new court, not only for themselves, but also for the past.

"Capital Commander Zhang, don't be distracted and follow the team." Just as he was thinking in a mess, a low shout suddenly came from his ears. At the same time, someone pushed hard on his shoulder, causing Zhang Dingbian to stagger a few steps and almost fell down.

"Boom." A one-legged bronze man weighing forty kilograms hit the chest of deputy battalion commander Liu Shisan, smashing the latter to the point of vomiting blood and falling on his back.

"I want you to pay your life." Zhang Dingbian's eyes turned red in an instant, and he shook the flag gun that guided the entire battalion forward, and stabbed the toast holding the one-horned bronze man.

The opponent was nine feet tall, with wide shoulders and wide back, and a wide face. His two round eyes emitted a faint blue light like a wolf. His skills were as agile as a wild wolf. His steps suddenly slanted to the side, avoiding Zhang Dingbian's spear. Then, a blind bear turned around and swept the blood-stained bronze man towards Zhang Dingbian's waist.

Zhang Dingbian's weapons were not in tune with each other, so he could only hold the flagpole upright to cover it. The one-legged bronze man came with a shrill sound of wind. With a "click", he smashed the flagpole into two pieces.

At this moment, three musketeers came together, and stepped out from three angles left, middle and right. The strong man holding a one-legged bronze man quickly returned to defend, blocking two of the bayonets. The third one stabbed from the left, but stabbed his ribs like lightning, which was not as deep as a foot.

"Puff." The Huaian soldier who was holding a gun quickly retreated and pulled out the triangular gun. Blood sprayed from the wolves' waist like a fountain, and took away the man's strength.

Ah---Ao." The Wild Wolf Coast let out a painful cry, threw down the one-legged bronze man, and used his fingers to block the small wound in his waist. However, his fingers were quickly washed away by his own blood, dyeing his skirt, leggings, boots and the land under his feet red.

A Huaian soldier pushed him with his gun and threw him to the ground like a dead tree. More Huaian soldiers took neat steps, crossing his body that had not yet died, stabbed the triangular gun on the musket at the next opponent, stabbing the opponent in blood, and fell to the ground one by one.

"Do not care about both sides, keep the formation and attack forward."

"Do not care about both sides, keep the formation and attack forward."

The voice of the Third Legion Commander Shi Li Ziyu came from a distance again, and drilled into Zhang Dingbian's ear word for word.

"Captain Zhang, don't be distracted and follow the team." The voice of the dead deputy battalion commander Liu Shisan sounded deep in Zhang Dingbian's soul, familiar and unfamiliar.

"Don't care about both sides, keep the formation and attack forward." Zhang Dingbian opened his throat, shouted loudly, then raised the upper half of the camp flag high and rushed to the front of the entire camp.

The full moon has begun to fall to the west, and the Mid-Autumn Night is about to pass.

The dew on the tip of the grass slowly rolled down along with the blood rain falling from the air and slowly penetrated into the ground under your feet.
Chapter completed!