Bury the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 45 That's it?That's it?
The Qing Dynasty has been deaf for 49 years, on the first day of March.

Just after the February day when the grass grows and the warblers fly, the land that was originally frozen has gradually melted, and the official road from Tai'an Mansion to Ningyang has long been muddy.

If the old dog Qian Deaf is about to visit Mount Tai, then the road will definitely become straight and smooth. The problem is that the old dog Qian Deaf will not leave Jinan at all for a while, and the prefect of Tai'an Prefecture was stabbed by the imperial envoy, Agui. It was cut down, so naturally no one repaired this road.

The consequence of the muddy roads is that once the carriages pulling the artillery, donkey carts, and mule carts get stuck in the mud, it often takes a long time to pull them out.

Anyway, the conditions for this broken road are here, and it will not be quicker if you think about it.

Therefore, Nawang Dorji, who was in charge of leading the 2000 people from the firearms battalion to Jining, and Asiha, the censor of Zuodu, were very distressed.

Although our military discipline in the Qing Dynasty has never been very good, the words "military order like a mountain" still exist. Once the deadline is missed, some people may lose their heads because of it.

"Dangdang!"

Following a loud noise, the yelling of the soldiers of the Firearms Battalion came from Vendorzi's ear, and the already ugly face was quite ugly now.

The corner of Asha's mouth couldn't help twitching, and said, "If this goes on like this, we will definitely face the responsibility of failure."

Nawangdorji waited for a long time but did not wait for the second half of Asha's sentence, so he roughly understood what Asha meant.

A Siha is the censor of Zuodu, and he has face, so he can't say anything about enlisting the people in the vicinity. This matter has to be brought up by his forehead.

Then Vendorzi said with a shoehorn face: "Missed? This broken road is here. If anyone can bring someone to Jining as scheduled, let him come by himself."

Asiha said: "But the imperial envoy..."

Nawangdorji interrupted Asiha's words, and said with a sneer, "Even if Ah Gui is here, Ben Eupu also said the same thing. Does your Zuodu Censor have any good ideas?"

Ashhard was choked and speechless.

Of course, Nawangdorji can directly call Agui, the imperial envoy, by his name. After all, Nawangdorji was born in the upper three banners. The vice capital censor is just an ordinary slave under the Five Banners, how can he be compared with the masters under the Three Banners?
Even if he had to ask about the crime of failure in the end, the one who lost his head would only be himself, the censor of Zuodu, who was born in the Lower Three Banners, not Efu Ye Nawangduoerji, who was born in the Upper Three Banners.

Asha's face turned blue and red, very much like the face changing in Sichuan.

After being silent for a long while, Asiha finally couldn't help persuading him: "My lord, if Chen Tailai can't be suppressed quickly and the water transportation is cut off, I'm afraid the capital will inevitably be shaken. At that time, we can't explain it to the long live lord." no?"

Nawangdorji hummed, squinted at Asiha and said, "Then what?"

Asha bit his teeth and said: "In my opinion, it's better to recruit the nearby people to help us push and lift the cart. We must arrive at Ziyang before the eighth day of March."

Nawangdorzi finally let out a laugh, and said: "You had such a good idea a long time ago? Why didn't you say it earlier? Forget it, just according to what you said, recruit the people from the nearby villages and let them fight for you. Bandits and rebels contribute their strength."

Speaking of this, Nawangdorzi waved his hand behind him and shouted: "Come on! Divide into two teams and come out. One team will go to the nearby Zhuangzi to recruit young and strong men, and let them come to help push the cart and carry the cart. The first team went to the front of Zhuangzi to recruit young and strong, let them get ready early..."

Before the words could be uttered, there was a loud bang in the distance, and Vendorzy's body was shaken, and then he fell from the horse to the ground, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and under his body. It was about to get wet.

Asha was taken aback for a moment, looked down at Vendorzi who was lying on the ground, and then glanced at the direction where the sound came from, then suddenly came back to his senses, quickly got off his horse, and then howled loudly: "The enemy Attack! Enemy attack! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The soldiers of the Firearms Battalion who were following Nawangdorji and Asha no longer cared about the artillery on the car.

A well-prepared artillery is a big killer, and an unprepared artillery is not as good as a broken gong, at least a broken gong can be heard.

The Musketeers of the Firearms Battalion were busy setting up their matchlock guns, and the Shield Soldiers were busy erecting their shields. Asha and Navandorzi's soldiers dragged their horses down and hid behind the Shield Soldiers with the Gunners. Asha, the censor of Zuodu, took it for granted that he hid among the soldiers.

As for Nawangdorzi, who was lying on the ground, he had exhaled a lot of breath and had little intake of air. He was about to die and couldn't die any more. It wasn't even worth rescuing him, so no one cared about it.

However, after the firearms battalion on Asha's side got ready, the distance became strangely quiet, and there was not even a fart.

Asha's dick hurts now.

Born in Shangsanqi, the official of the Firearms Camp, and the son-in-law of Qian Deaf Old Dog, any one of these three identities is a famous big shot. Now, Nawangdorji, who has these three identities at the same time, is cold.

Just by looking at the pool of blood under his body, you can tell that Wangdor was very thorough.

For Asiha, it is no longer a question of whether or not to fail, but a question of how to explain to the old dog Qian Deaf—although the crime of being out of bounds is a capital crime, is it possible to make the daughter of Qian Deaf old dog a widow? Isn't it a capital offense?

After struggling with the pain for a long time, seeing that there was still no movement on the other side, Asiha simply ordered the leader of the Wangdorzi's guards: "Send someone to investigate and see what's going on."

Seeing that the head of the Vandorzi's guards did not want to move, Asiha threatened again: "Efu Lord was attacked and killed under your protection, if you can't find out..."

The head of the Vandorzi's soldiers snorted coldly, then grabbed a soldier next to him, and ordered: "Go, see what's going on on the other side, if you come back alive, I will give you a credit, if After you die, I will raise your wife and children for you."

Under continuous pressure from Asiha and the leader of the guards, the guards who were pushed out had no choice but to respond. First, they let the horse stand up, and then got on the horse, trying to rush to the front to find out what happened.

However, before the soldier ran far away, a loud bang was heard from another direction in the distance, and the soldier also fell from the horse just like Vendorzi.

The horse that lost its knight ran out for a short distance, neighed twice, and pawed the ground restlessly with its hooves.

Asha, who was hiding among the soldiers, sank directly to the bottom of the valley.

The most feared thing in war is this kind of enemy that suddenly appears, but is invisible wherever the eyes can see.

I don't know where the enemy will launch the attack, nor how the enemy will launch the attack. I only know that there are casualties here. Such casualties have a greater impact on morale than casualties in frontal combat.

After forcing himself to calm down, Asiha simply ordered: "Come on! The shield soldiers cover, the others unload the artillery, and the artillerymen get ready!"

In Asha's mind, since he couldn't see who he was facing, he would use artillery to bombard all the places the opponent could reach.

However, Zhu Jinsong, who fired two shots in two consecutive places on the opposite side and had roughly figured out the actual combat performance of the muzzle-loading flintlock, did not intend to spend any more time with A Siha.

After raising his gun again to aim at the Tazi soldiers on the opposite side, Zhu Jinsong pulled the trigger again.

The third gunshot was the attack signal that Zhu Jinsong ordered in advance.

On both sides of the road where Asha and the others were, smoked grenades were thrown from pits covered with withered grass towards the direction of the firearms battalion.

It is still the familiar formula and the familiar taste. In addition to the increased power of the explosion, the grenades made by Meng Lianggu are still extremely stable and maintain the characteristics of inconsistent explosion times. Some explode in the air early, while others It explodes after it hits the ground.

The grenade fragments flying in all directions directly blew up the soldiers of the Firearms Battalion.

The soldiers of the Firearms Battalion have never seen such a thing—although it can be judged from the smoke after the explosion that this big killer is a firearm, the soldiers of the Firearms Battalion have never seen this kind of big bomb that exploded in pieces. Killer.

After all, it is my Daqing, even if the kneeling clans of later generations beautify and praise in various movies and TV dramas, my Daqing always adheres to the concept of governing the country based on riding and shooting, even the artillery equipped by the firearms battalion full of slaves The solid bullets fired are not at all the explosive bullets that explode one piece at a time in film and television dramas.

The Jiannu soldiers who were completely bombarded wanted to flee, but the grenades on both sides of the road swarmed like raindrops. Whether they exploded in the air or exploded after landing, they would always bring certain casualties to the Jiannu soldiers.

The slave-builders of the Firearms Battalion were completely desperate, and then they simply gave up their thoughts of running away. One by one, they knelt on the ground and let the grenades on both sides of the road bombard them violently.

On the contrary, the frightened war horses and mules struggled frantically. Those who were lucky broke free from the reins and ran wildly, while those who were unlucky were directly injured by grenade fragments.

It wasn't until a long time later that the grenades one after another finally stopped, and the road with no villages or shops behind it was calm again.

The entire firearms battalion of 2000 people suffered heavy casualties. Even if the wounded were counted, there were only more than 1000 people who could breathe, and there were hundreds of people who were directly killed by the bomb or bled to death, plus scared to death.

But Zhu Jinsong felt distressed.

Zhu Jinsong not only loves the war horse, but also loves Jiannu.

There is one thing to say, Meng Lianggu has developed to the present stage, and now he has basically satisfied the four words of self-sufficiency, but he lacks war horses and living, stronger slaves.

Without horses, Zhu Jinsong could not engage in cavalry.

Without living, strong ken slaves, there would be no labor for such dangerous tasks as digging wells and mining mines.

Now, after finally having the opportunity to get a batch of war horses and a bunch of living Jian slaves, but because they didn't count the war horses at the beginning, a large number of war horses escaped. Who would not feel bad about this!

After everything was settled, Zhu Jinsong checked the cannons in the firearms battalion, picked up a few firecrackers equipped by Jiannu, and found that they were all rifle-loaded matchlock guns!

Zhu Jinsong was stunned immediately, and couldn't help pointing at Asiha and other Jiannu and began to curse: "We worked so hard to ambush you, and this is how you repay us?"

"Look at all of you, you are so fucking honest! You still have the bloody face to call the Firearms Camp? The firearms of the Ming Dynasty are fucking better than you!"

Although he had already made some psychological preparations, Zhu Jinsong couldn't help feeling a little desperate when he saw the equipment of the Tartars.

That's it?This is the regular army equipment of the Tartars?

When fighting in Burma, I have seen the power of flintlock guns, and I have also suffered from matchlock guns. How come these tartars just don’t grow up!
And what makes Zhu Jinsong even more painful is that Qian Deaf's old dog is like a bird, and there are still a large number of transgressive women who want to send P to their door!There are also kneeling people filming some TV shows like Liu Luoguo Ji Xiaolan to beautify and tout money-deaf old dogs!

He is his mother!

After scolding all over the world for a long while, Zhu Jinsong couldn't get out of his anger. He lowered his head and thought about it, and then simply ordered Ke Zhiming: "Find a Jian slave and let him go to Zhang Jia. Ah Gui reported, we must let Ah Gui be the captain of our transportation team!"

(End of this chapter)