The final distance was very deadly, the Qing army was deadly, and the French army was deadly.

The Qing army, hiding behind the gun blocking plates and shields, kept firing guns and arrows at the stone pavilions. Dozens of tiger-clothed rattan soldiers used the cover of the smoke of gun guns and held their shields and rushed forward with their shields. After spending several lives, they successfully broke through more than ten feet.

"Clash with me!"

Fu Kangan, who was protected by his subordinates, shouted loudly, raised his shield with his left hand and waved his knife with his right hand to lead the way again.

"Bang bang" a burst of gunfire, and more than a dozen soldiers in tiger clothes and rattan fell to the ground. Three armored soldiers in front of Fu Kang'an were also shot and rolled down the slope.

"Be careful, sir!"

The two armored soldiers hugged Fu Du Tong without saying anything, while the other soldiers stood in front of Fu Kang'an without fear of life and death, using human walls to protect their Lord Fu.

Jia Liu, who had been staring at Fu Kang'an, licked his dry lips with his tongue and patted Madrid in front of him: "Go!"

"superior!"

The Soren Warriors worked together to lift the gun-blocking plate over their heads, and their eyes watched the ground slowly moving forward. They knew nothing about what was going on in front.

Seeing this, the thieves on the stone block could not get the cunning Qing troops below to come up. Amid the shouts, a musket shot towards Jia Liu and the others.

The "puff" sounds on the gun blocking plate were heard one after another, like hail. What excited Jia Liu was that his new defense tool had a perfect effect. Except for two people on the side who were hit and one of them was hit by a gun passing through the gap, the others were not hit by the gun.

Fu Kangan on the other side noticed that the thief musket was attracted by Jia Jiashikai, and quickly seized the opportunity to lead the tiger-clothed rattan soldiers and rushed forward.

The number of Qing soldiers was too large. There were only more than 80 soldiers in the two stone blocks. How could they suppress two Qing troops at the same time?

The speed of recharging medicines cannot keep up.

After leading the tiger-clothed rattan soldiers to successfully break through the place occupied by the previous batch of rattan soldiers, Fu Kang'an hurriedly ordered to continue forming a shield formation and advance forward, successfully attracting the firepower of the foreign army again.

Seeing this, Jia Liu quickly ordered forward.

If the two sides continue to cooperate like this, there will be no problem to successfully approach the stone block below. The following depends on how to knock on the iron gate of the stone block.

"Shoot, shoot arrow!"

Fu Kang'an kept calling for the tiger-clothed rattan soldiers to use the gap to shoot arrows at the stone pavilions. Some soldiers of the Jiangxi Green Camp who had been suppressed were also rushed to reinforcements under the Ganzhou gang general Guo Xiu. Both sides were gunning arrows under the stone pavilion, and the smell of gunpowder became more and more choking.

"Sir, I suddenly went up!"

Zhang Dabiao pointed at Fu Kangan, who was in the middle of the tiger-clothed rattan corps in the right front and whispered: "That kid is kept in the middle, and there is no way to start!"

Jia Liu lifted the iron pot in his hand up, took a look at Fu Kangan's side, and asked Zhang Dabiao to act according to the opportunity, and then ordered a quick breakthrough. If he really couldn't solve Fu Kangan's problem, he would take down these two stone blocks, which would be a little filial piety he gave to the Qing Dynasty.

No matter what, the Qing Dynasty gave him power and his wife, and be kind to behave.

However, the team walked forward less than two feet with the gun blocking plate. The French soldiers on the stone pavilion threw down a large number of jars containing tincture oil from a high place. The sound of "Pi Li Ba" broke the jar, and the air was filled with pungent smell of tincture oil.

Jia Liu had a bad consciousness and before he could shout to stop moving forward, the fire started to burn.

A group of tiger-clothed rattan soldiers who rushed under the stone block regardless of life and death were shrouded in the fire. Some ran back, some rolled on the ground, and the wailing sounded scared.

The French army did not kill the enemy with tinder oil alone. After the Qing army retreated last time, they collected a large amount of dry firewood and placed it several feet below the stone block. After the dry firewood burned, it not only raised a raging flame, but also created a large amount of choking black smoke, which made hundreds of armored Qing soldiers not only endure the scorching hot people, but also became uncomfortable in breathing. They had to cover their mouths and noses with sleeves, and coughs were everywhere.

Jia Liu is no exception.

He wanted to smoke out the thieves, and the thieves also wanted to smoke them.

The same idea, different means.

Lying dragon and phoenix chicks.

The Fukangan side, which was close to the stone pavilion, was even more chaotic. The shield formation became unformed due to the thick smoke and fire. The French army on the stone pavilion took the opportunity to keep firing, and the tiger-clothed rattan soldiers who had lost their protection kept falling down.

Jia Liu narrowed his eyes and looked at him, hoping that the guns of the Fan Army could hit Fu Kangan and solve the thorn for him. However, the gunshots were heard, and Fu Kangan, who was extremely conspicuous in the crowd, failed to hit him, but his personal soldiers who fought to protect him were hit several people.

At this time, blessings are ahead and Jia is behind, and there is no chance to shoot black guns.

When Jia Liu was wondering if he was withdrawing, Chang Yuchun, who was beside him, suddenly jumped up, pulled over a wet quilt on the gun blocking plate and put it on his body, held a bamboo pole and rushed towards the burning place of the fire.

"Xiao Haruko, come back!"

Jia Liu was shocked, but Yang Yuchun had already rushed out and disappeared in the smoke, and then heard an explosion from the stone block.

After the explosion, it took about seven or eight breaths, and a spicy smell that strongly stimulated the mouth and nose spread in the air. Everyone who smelled it coughed loudly and their eyes could not be opened instantly.

"Momb!"

Jia Liu took out the towel soaked in the water bag without hesitation and quickly tied it to his nose.

Everyone of his subordinates also had a wet towel.

"Top the medicine bag!"

Eight Soren soldiers with wet towels on their mouths and noses rushed out at the same time when they heard the order, throwing a javelin and throwing the lit medicine bag at the stone pavilion.

I couldn't throw the medicine bag into the stone pavilion, so I could only blow it up outside.

After several explosions, the other side of the stone pavilion and the ramp became a place where humans could not survive.

The tiger-clothed rattan soldiers commanded by Fu Kang'an could not bear it and fled down the slope. Many people could not open their eyes, but either rolled down the hillside or ran around like blind people.

A personal soldier pulled Fu Kangan down and Fu Kangan, whose eyes could only squint, almost fell. When he ran to Jia Liu and the others, he subconsciously looked over, and then heard a gunshot, his neck hurt, and his body softened and fell to the side.

The gun was not attacked by Jia Liu, nor was it attacked by Zhang Dabiao and the others, so they had no chance to attack.

Jia Liu was shocked and looked up at the same time, and saw a figure flashing past the mountain on the left, as if it was Yang Yuchun.

"Mr. Fu!"

Without thinking too much, he rushed out of the crowd and rushed towards Fukang'an. When he rushed closer, he saw a blood hole in Fukang'an's neck was emitting blood bubbles. He was not dead yet. His eyes were closed and his mouth was about to say something, but because the trachea was penetrated, he could not speak. Gradually, blood and phlegm overflowed in his mouth.

"Come on Lord Fu, hurry!"

Several Soren soldiers stepped forward and quickly lifted Fukang'an and ran down the mountain. Behind were the tiger-clothed rattan soldiers who were constantly rolling down. Jia Liu's men were also retreating, and they didn't want any gun blocking or anything else, and ran down the mountain with all their lives.

There is no way, you can't stay in the mountain, you have to let the wind blow for a while.

Fu Kangan was already breathing when he was carried to the foot of the mountain.

Several Fu Kangan's personal soldiers with red eyes looked at the corpse of the master on the ground, and their souls were all frightened.

Ganzhou gang general Guo Xiu and Soren Camp gang general Xinda Su were also stunned and stood there as if he was being thrust.

"Take it!"

Accompanied by Jia Liu's order, Madri and others stepped forward and pressed Fu Kang'an's personal soldiers to the ground.

Jia Liu waved his hand and said, "He's killed!"

"Yeah!"

Several long swords were swung down at the same time, and Fu Kang'an's personal soldiers didn't even struggle, so their bodies separated.

With a "bang", Jia Liu pulled out the long sword that he had never seen before for the third time, looked at Guo Xiu and Xinda Su, with a murderous look on his face: "Mr. Fu is dead, I am commanded here. I will organize your people to attack me immediately. If you can't take it, come and see me!"
Chapter completed!