Time Travel to 1859: The Iron-Blooded Soldier King

He Qimou led Senggelinqin's two personal guard cavalry battalions, more than 800 people, equipped with 100 rifles captured from the battlefield, and cruised back and forth between Tongzhou and Kuo County, waiting for the arrival of the British and French allied forces' baggage train.

Without these artillery shells, rifle bullets and rockets, the weapons in the hands of the British and French forces would be no different from fire sticks. Senggelinqin and Liu Ye sent He Qimou here precisely to rely on He Qimou's abilities to turn the rear of the British and French forces upside down.

He Qimou looked at the two infantry regiments of the British and French coalition forces surging across the continent, and his heart was itching to attack them, but he finally endured it. This team was not his target and he must not eat it. Moreover, even if he wanted to eat it, he would definitely not be able to bite it. Those were two infantry regiments with 3,000 soldiers and powerful combat capabilities. Just relying on 1,800 people would not be enough to fill their stomachs. A little impatience would ruin a big plan!

It was almost two days after the Anglo-French Allied Forces arrived that their logistics team finally arrived. The Mongolian cavalry scouts had already sent back the news. More than 200 people and dozens of carts headed straight for Zhangjiawan!

A smile finally appeared on He Qimou's face. Great! The fat meat has finally arrived. This time, I must kill them! No matter how much baggage they have, I will take as much as I can! As for those foreign devils, I will not leave any of them alive!

However, the people have arrived, and the key is how to fight. Although the foreign devils do not have many soldiers, there are more than 200 of them, all equipped with advanced rifles. Once they set up a hollow formation and fire in volleys, the 1,800 of their own people will still suffer heavy casualties, and the loss will outweigh the gain!

However, this matter was not difficult for He Qimou. Over the past few days, He Qimou had learned a lot from Liu Ye. Through his words and deeds, his horizons were naturally broadened, which was completely different from when he was under Senggelinqin.

The baggage train of the Anglo-French Allied Forces was moving slowly on the road. Suddenly, there was a hissing sound on the road. It was the hot summer season and there were many snakes and insects. The Anglo-French Allied Forces soldiers did not care at all and continued to move forward.

At that moment, suddenly, a ball of fireworks shot up into the sky, and the entire Anglo-French coalition was completely shrouded in smoke! A violent explosion was heard on the ground! Major Edwards, the battalion commander, was terrified, thinking he had been ambushed and suffered a severe artillery fire!

Of course not. In order to confuse the foreigners' sight and bewilder their minds, He Qimou directly buried more than ten kilograms of gunpowder on the road. The gunpowder was obtained from a nearby firecracker workshop. This thing did not have much power, but the smoke was very scary, and it really scared more than 200 British and French troops.

Amidst the smoke, the Anglo-French coalition forces were in complete disarray, unsure of which direction to attack. Meanwhile, the Qing cavalry, already ambushed, began firing with all their might. The sound of gunfire filled the air, and some even set off firecrackers. The sheer force was terrifying! The two hundred or so Anglo-French soldiers were so frightened their faces turned green. With such intense "gunfire," there must be at least a thousand of them, right?

Just when the foreigners were confused, He Qimou's nearly 1,000 cavalrymen launched a fierce charge. Teams of cavalrymen rushed towards the Anglo-French forces like lightning, and the distance of two or three hundred meters was reached in a flash. By the time Major Edwards understood what was going on, the Mongolian cavalry had already rushed into the Anglo-French forces, and their shining sabers kept slashing at the British soldiers!

Terrorous howls echoed continuously. Over two hundred infantrymen were suddenly attacked by cavalry, completely unable to resist. Even the elite British troops would be unable to withstand it! Before their rifles could fire the first shot, and before the second bullet could be pushed forward, sabers had already struck like lightning. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere!

Edwards, who was standing by, was furious and roared as he ordered the infantry to fight back. However, with more than 200 people facing nearly a thousand people, how could they have any hope of victory?

The elite Mongolian cavalrymen were harvesting the lives of British soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables. They were like gods of death released from hell, and they smashed the British army into pieces. He Qimou saw Edwards who was commanding and rode up on his horse.

Edwards had just drawn his saber, and before he could swing it, He Qimou used all his strength to chop Huashan off, and with one blow, he cut off Edwards's arm along with half of his arm!

what……

Edwards let out a miserable roar, fell to the ground, and rolled around everywhere, looking extremely miserable!

The Mongolian cavalry in the rear urged their horses forward and trampled Edwards into a pulp!

The British army had no power to fight back. In just over ten minutes, the battle came to an end. Of the more than 200 British soldiers, only less than 30 managed to sneak in and escape with their lives. The rest of the British soldiers were either killed in battle or seriously injured and captured. As for the ammunition, they were all seized by the Mongolian cavalry.

A big win!

A real victory!

He Qimou's eyes narrowed into slits, his mouth stretched to his ears. He was so excited! So much ammunition! Twenty boxes of bullets alone. If each man was equipped with sixty to eighty bullets, that was enough to arm a small battalion! Besides that, there were nearly two hundred rifles on the ground. Even if you removed the ones damaged by sabers, there were still over a hundred. As for the damaged ones, they could be repaired and used again. Damn it, those British devils were like the gods of wealth!

He Qimou shouted, "Quick, immediately send out a squadron of troops to transport all the ammunition away, take a detour, and send it to Shuangqiao. Haha, Ye Zi, you're so eager for Western weapons that you're almost going crazy! This will be enough for us to indulge in luxury!"

He Qimou quickly cleaned up the battlefield, escorted the prisoners, and fled into the distance.

At Baliqiao, Saxton looked at the dozen or so miserable British soldiers and was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

Over two hundred people, armed with guns and live ammunition! They were ambushed by a group of cavalrymen. All that ammunition was snatched away by the Qing army. Damn it! This is a disguised form of aiding the enemy! Damn it! Edwards was beaten. Even if he escapes, I'll shoot him immediately!

"You're all useless! You're a bunch of idiots! You have over 200 guns, and yet you've been beaten into such a mess! You've brought shame upon the British soldiers! You all should die!"

Saxton was furious and scolded the soldiers below angrily!