Chapter 880 Blood Flow

"This is a blessing from heaven. We must win, we must win."

On the top of Miancheng, Ashur, Orski and others all climbed up the city wall.

A soldier stood behind them and held an umbrella for them.

At this time, Dou Wei looked at the dim firelight in the heavy rain and kept muttering to himself.

The sudden heavy rain forced the Yan Wang army to stop shelling.

This made them feel relieved.

Afterwards, including Orski, they immediately concluded that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to counterattack.

The Yan Wang's artillery could not be used in the heavy rain, and their muskets naturally could not be used.

If soldiers were sent to fight them at this moment, it would be effective.

So, they immediately dispatched 200,000 troops to encircle the camp of the Yan Wang army from both sides.

If the attack went smoothly, they would send more troops to support and strive to wipe out the Yan Wang army.

"Bless, bless." When Dou Wei closed his eyes and prayed, Fan Xinglun followed suit.

These two days, he was terrified all day long.

Under the bombardment of the Yan Wang army, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed and injured every day.

This situation of being powerless and having to take the beating made the morale of the generals and soldiers extremely low.

Therefore, for them, this opportunity is rare.

They have many people and are not afraid of hand-to-hand combat.

If one cannot beat one Yan Wang soldier, two or three can do it.

Even if 90% of the soldiers are lost, as long as the Yan Wang army can be completely wiped out.

Moreover, the Yan Wang is in the army.

If they win and kill the Yan Wang, their defeat will be reversed.

Even if the Yan Wang escapes, Jiangbei will not be able to recover for a while due to the heavy equipment.

When the Western Tu army arrives, the Yan Wang will also die.

Although Ashur and Orski are not as weird as the two of them.

But everyone has a solemn face.

In order to defeat the Yan Wang army, he sent out the most elite soldiers under his command.

Orski also sent out 5,000 Russian soldiers.

It can be said that they used all their elites in this sneak attack.

"The explosion has stopped." Ashur suddenly said, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This action was mainly decided by him and Orski.

Based on experience, they concluded that the King of Yan's muskets and artillery could not be used in heavy rain.

So they immediately attacked the King of Yan's camp.

"Yes, it stopped." Orski was also relieved.

When he was in Yizhou, he had been paying attention to the war in Jiangnan.

During the Battle of Jinling, the powerful army had attacked the King of Yan's camp, but encountered firearms that could explode underground.

He expected that he might encounter it this time.

Unexpectedly, he guessed it right.

However, the number of such firearms that exploded underground is limited after all.

Obviously, they have been trampled now.

"God bless!" At this time, Orski finally couldn't help but prayed.

What was left was a brutal hand-to-hand fight.

He only hoped that this battle could completely defeat the King of Yan's army.

"Bang bang bang..."

But at this moment, his prayer was suddenly stopped by a burst of dense gunfire.

Olski and Ashur looked at each other in disbelief.

"How is it possible!" Ashur shouted.

Dou Wei and Fan Xinglun were even paler.

"Retreat immediately!" Olski shouted without hesitation.

Ashur heard the words, snatched the horn from the guards beside him, and blew the horn of retreat.

It was just that the heavy rain was "rustling", the soldiers were roaring, and the sound of gunfire was disturbing.

The sound of the horn seemed to be there and not there.

Except for the soldiers close to the cotton city who reacted, the soldiers in front were still charging.

Realizing this, Ashur personally sent cavalry to bring the soldiers back.

Olski also ordered the Russian soldiers around him to leave the city and look for his own soldiers.

After that, his mind became as empty as the sound of the horn.

He couldn't imagine how the muskets of the Yan Wang army could shoot in the rain.

"Bang bang bang..."

At this moment, the Qin army and the Wangfu's personal army were killing like crazy.

Chang Wei walked through the rain, and Ma Han personally held an oil-paper umbrella for Zhao Xu and accompanied Zhao Xu in the camp to supervise the battle.

After the mines on the periphery were stepped on, countless soldiers broke through the rain and approached the chariot.

All the soldiers in the palace in the camp climbed out of the tents, went to the inside of the chariot, and shot the enemy soldiers who rushed over.

In the rain, Zhao Xu saw the soldiers of the powerful tribe holding long swords, the soldiers of the Northern Di holding scimitars, and the tall Russians holding muskets with bayonets.

In front of the bullets of the palace soldiers, their fate was the same.

These soldiers kept falling on the way to charge.

The soldiers in front were killed and wounded in an instant, and the soldiers behind came to their senses, and the momentum of the charge weakened.

But they couldn't retreat because they were pushed by the soldiers behind them.

So, after shooting the enemy soldiers in front of them, they pointed their guns at them.

Although the vision in the rain was not good, they didn't care, just kept shooting in the rain.

They knew that they were surrounded by enemy soldiers, and even if they didn't aim, stray bullets could kill a few people.

In this chaos, one coalition soldier after another fell in a pool of blood, and the rain was dyed red, gathering into red streams and flowing to low-lying areas...