Time Travel to 1859: The Iron-Blooded Soldier King

On the flank position, Ruilin's face changed immediately when he saw the Qing army fleeing back like a tide. What the hell was going on? In just a short while, they beat us back?

Ruilin yelled at the deputy counselor next to him, "Traditional virtue, you are a dead man! Charge forward and lead the battle! No one is allowed to retreat! Attack! These useless people eat more than anyone else in normal times, but run faster than anyone else in battle! A bunch of good-for-nothings! Anyone who retreats will be killed!"

Deputy General Ling Xiao advised, "Sir, the foreigners are strong and their firearms are sharp. We should not attack them head-on. If we do, we will definitely suffer heavy casualties!"

Ruilin shouted, "What nonsense! Liu Ye can defeat the foreigners numerous times, so why can't our Green Camp soldiers do the same? We have 5,000 to 6,000 soldiers, at least twice as many as them. If we still insist on defending, it would be a shame! Attack!"

Ling Xiao was helpless and could only personally command the personal guards around him to supervise the battle. Anyone who dared to retreat would be killed!

After chopping off more than ten heads in a row, the Qing army's retreating formation on the flank was finally suppressed. Under the cover of artillery fire, they launched another charge towards the British and French forces. However, their charge was simply a waste of food! Like a moth flying into a flame, they were courting their own destruction!

The Qing army artillery behind Ruilin also began to devote all their efforts to the battle, firing shells one after another and launching an attack on the British and French infantry.

However, as a modern Western-style army, the Anglo-French Allied Forces were already accustomed to artillery and naturally knew what to do to best survive. Artillery did not pose a big threat to them. Instead, the rifles in their hands continued to fire intensively, making the Qing army cry out in pain.

The most infuriating thing was the Qing army's artillery. Hundreds of shells were fired. Ruilin was so angry when he looked at the locations where the shells exploded. At least half of the shells fell on the path where the Green Camp soldiers were charging. The British and French forces didn't hit many of them, but killed a lot of Qing soldiers instead. Damn, these bastards, which side are they on!

Ruilin's face turned blue with rage as he roared, "Ask the artillery battalion officers, are their brains like chamber pots? They fired so many shells, and yet none of them hit the foreigners. Instead, all of them hit their own people. Damn it!"

Ling Xiao on the side was also speechless. These people were really useless!

The Qing army only held out for less than a quarter of an hour on the road to advance before being defeated again. Suddenly, hundreds of corpses were left on the battlefield. The other side's 3,000 soldiers fired together. Even though the firing speed was much slower than usual, it was already powerful enough. It was definitely not something the Qing army, which was hundreds of meters away, could do anything about!

Moreover, this time, the British and French forces were no longer polite and launched a charge directly towards the Qing army. After two serious blows, the morale of the Qing army began to decline. In just two charges, there were nearly a thousand casualties. The huge casualties caused tremendous psychological pressure on the Qing army!

Seeing the two or three thousand British and French allied forces approaching the Qing army's position, the Qing soldiers' faces began to turn pale. What kind of army was this? Their firearms were too powerful. This was on a rainy day. If it was a sunny day, I'm afraid they would lose even more miserably!

Ruilin's face also changed at this time. After two charges, the front of the position was now covered with corpses of Qing soldiers. The casualties were heavy. The Qing army was really no match for the foreigners!

As the British and French forces advanced, they launched attacks on the flank positions. The Qing army soldiers continued to fall on the positions. Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...

In the end, the French soldiers rushed to the Qing army's flank positions and launched a direct attack on the Qing army!

Nearly three thousand British and French troops, holding shining bayonets, rushed into the Green Camp camp and began to attack wantonly, shooting at those far away with guns and attacking those close with shining bayonets, with great momentum!

The Green Camp soldiers were already frightened by the beating, and now facing rows of shining bayonets, they had lost even more courage. Fighting hand-to-hand on the spot would require tremendous courage!

The bayonets of the British and French forces thrust forward in unison. Facing such momentum, the Qing army was absolutely unable to withstand it. In just a short moment, hundreds of people fell under the bayonets of the British and French forces!

It's not that the Qing army is so useless that no one is good at fighting. It's just that when facing a battle array of hundreds or thousands of people, even a top-notch master will be weakened to the extreme in such a war. An expert can deal with three or five bayonets at the same time, but if he wants to deal with more than ten bayonets, he will feel real pressure, not to mention an army that is good at coordination!

The flank positions began to crumble, and Ruilin broke out in a cold sweat. It was a mistake, absolutely a mistake. He really shouldn't have launched an offensive and damaged the soldiers' spirit! It was too difficult to turn the situation around now!

Ruilin shouted urgently, "Quick, send a letter to the Monk King immediately, requesting him to immediately support the flank position!"

There was no need for Ruilin to deliver the letter. Senggelinqin could see it clearly through the telescope. Thousands of British and French troops actually charged directly into the flank positions and smashed them to pieces. The Qing army could not stop the attack at all!

Senggelinqin stamped his feet in anxiety. Alas, Ruilin has no wisdom or experience at all. If a general were here, he would never launch an offensive against the Anglo-French forces!

But it’s too late to say anything now, we must rush to support the flank position as quickly as possible!

"Orders, mobilize 800 Mongolian cavalry to immediately support Lord Ruilin!"

Senggelinqin shouted urgently, and a group of cavalrymen detoured to the flank position!

Yaman saw clearly from a distance that the Qing army had sent out cavalry again. Now the British and French forces had rushed into the flank positions. They could not form a hollow formation and could not carry out volley fire. They were at a great disadvantage and had to stop this cavalry!

Yaman shouted, "Order the British Third Regiment to attack and block the Qing cavalry from the flank positions! Quick!"

The British Army's 3rd Infantry Regiment immediately joined the battle and rushed towards the cavalry, continuously firing their rifles. It was extremely difficult for the cavalry to successfully rush to the flank position. After all, most of the Mongolian cavalry now did not have rifles, and almost all of the rifles had been taken away by Liu Ye!

The entire flank position became even more passive. The Qing army retreated step by step. Even the soldiers of the artillery battalion in the back turned pale. If this continued, it would not take long before the flank position would be captured!

Ruilin is now ready to die. No, I can’t keep staring at him anymore. If I stay here, I’ll lose my life. Run!