Haisheng Mingdi

Chapter 610
Ding Ding Dang Dang, Hey Yo Hey Yo.

Outside Zhangqiu City, soldiers and horses along the river formed a ten-mile company battalion, with battle flags fluttering.

And the current war.

In Zhangqiu City, the blacksmith shops in the blacksmith workshop were still burning with charcoal furnaces, and the blacksmiths hammered non-stop.It's not that these people are bold and love money.

But the emperor thought that this battle does not need the assistance of the common people, there are too many imperial camps, and the township regiment can only fight from behind, so the common people should continue to do what they should do.

The emperor even made a special trip to visit these iron workshops to see their products.

Many iron workshops are making Zhangqiu iron pots, with big hammers and small hammers beating non-stop.

Zhu Yihai observed carefully, and found that these iron pots were indeed of real quality, no matter how much hammering they did, they would definitely not be less hammered, and the pots held a lot of weight in their hands, especially the texture of the thousands of hammers.He couldn't help sighing, no wonder Zhangqiu's blacksmiths have been so famous for thousands of years, and there is indeed a reason for it.

Those blacksmiths have been swinging hammers all year round, and they are all muscles.

The master craftsmen pointed with a small hammer, but the guys smashed them violently with a sledgehammer. Zhu Yihai even saw many women in these workshops.

There are aunts who can still swing a sledgehammer in their 50s and [-]s, as well as young women in their [-]s and [-]s who are swinging hammers, and there are even girls in their [-]s and [-]s.

They all have a characteristic, they are particularly strong.

Some young women even rolled up their sleeves and swung the hammer with their bare arms. Those strong chest muscles and thick thighs seemed to be powerful.

They were sweating profusely. Although their faces were dirty, they were amazed by the beauty of labor.

Zhu Yihai couldn't help sighing that Zhangqiu's blacksmith heritage was really good, but many of them were just small family workshops. Although the craftsmanship was solid and the materials were genuine, they were still a little behind.

He even mentioned to the state leader Chen Hanhui that a government-run iron factory should be built here, using the iron ore and coal resources here, as well as the excellent blacksmith talents here, to integrate these resources and build an iron smelting and iron manufacturing center.

Just like Foshan Town in Guangzhou, it highlights the advantages of industrialization.

Although Zhangqiu is a large agricultural county, but with such a thousand-year-old signboard, it cannot be wasted.

"Integrate these master blacksmiths and build a public-private joint iron factory. These family workshops will become a joint venture. We will expand the scale, increase production capacity, and optimize management. We will definitely have greater production efficiency and benefits."

"More orders, better efficiency, these blacksmiths can also have more income, a win-win situation, and even Zhangqiu can get more taxes, wouldn't it be great?"

Chen Hanhui didn't care much about these blacksmiths and shops. His mind was full of more than 1 Tartars coming to kill here.

No matter how prepared you are, it's hard not to worry about it.

At this time, I didn't study the formation of troops carefully, but why did I think of building an iron factory?

"The saint is really not worried about this battle?"

"Everything has been arranged, and the Tartars have already entered our trap. There is nothing to worry about, and we are just waiting to close the net now."

"I trust the soldiers of the imperial camp and the towns, does Mr. Chen not trust them?"

Chen Hanhui smiled wryly, "I really can't be as calm and easy as His Majesty."

"Wait for the good news, Mr. Chen, let's make a good plan for the Zhangqiu United Iron Works. Do you think this public-private partnership is successful?"

Chen Hanhui admired the emperor so much that he had no choice but to cheer up and discuss with the emperor, but he was still somewhat half-hearted.

While talking, I suddenly heard a rumbling sound.

"Fire the cannon? Is this the tartar coming?" Chen Hanhui raised his head fiercely, and Zhu Yihai looked at the other ministers accompanying him, but they also kept looking westward, although they couldn't see anything.

"Since everyone is so concerned about the war, let's go to the top of the city and have a look. I guess you won't see anything."

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The first-class public and Gu Shan Ezhen led three thousand full riders to finally kill them. They galloped all the way, stepped on the wheat fields that had just been planted after the autumn harvest, and crossed the shallow Xiujiang River.

Head towards the right-wing Ming camp in the west of Zhangqiu City.

In front of the camp of the Ming army, there is the Shuxiu River, and behind it is the Luohe River.

There is Girl Mountain in the west and Changbai Yuhuang Mountain in the east.

The location of this camp is still very good. Even if the autumn is dry and the water is dry, the Xiujiang River can't stop the Qing cavalry, but the river beach and river water still have a good hysteresis effect.

On the Girl Mountain in the northwest of the Xiujiang River.

Jin Gongyu, the commander-in-chief of Shence Town and the Duke of Changxing County, Jin Gongyu, wore armor and put his hands on it, watching the Qing army rushing across the south of the mountain like a tide, rushing towards the continuous camp.

"These Tartars have been starving for a long time in Jinan, yet they still have such momentum."

"So what, today is always back and forth."

The military headquarters of Shence Town is on Girl Mountain, and there are many troops on the mountain.

The emperor's deployment had already made good use of the terrain, and he chose to camp on the several-mile-wide plain between the Xiujiang River and the Luohe River. After the two rivers, there were Girl Mountain and Yuhuang Mountain. The advantage of the terrain.

The Ming army deliberately set up a company battalion on the wide land between the two rivers and the two mountains. The Shence Army was deployed here, plus half of the auxiliary troops, more than [-] troops.

Then there are more than 1000 auxiliary soldiers in Yulin Town.

So there are more than [-] people in the camp.

And on Girl Mountain and Yuhuang Mountain on both sides of the camp, five thousand soldiers from Yulin Town, plus several thousand regiments for training, were deployed and hidden on the mountain.

Obviously, this is a trap within a trap.

The Ming army advanced into Zhangqiu with a strategic army, creating the illusion that they were separated from their allies and deep in the lone army, and then deliberately divided their troops into three divisions, one inside the city and one on each wing outside the city.

The Shence Army with 6000 troops is divided into three places, and each place is about [-].

Each set up camp about ten miles apart, which deliberately lured the Tartars to attack each of them.

But in fact, to the north is the town of Shence Army plus Yulin Town, and to the south is another town of Shence Army plus Qianniu Town, and tens of thousands of regiments are assigned to the two wings.

Therefore, on the two wings, no matter which side the Qing army attacked first, they would have to face a town and a half of the main imperial battalion, plus thousands of townspeople.

There is a city in Zhangqiu City in the middle, so it is impossible for the Qing army to raid Zhangqiu City first. Of course, if they insist on attacking Zhangqiu City, there will be cavalry from Jinwu Town behind Zhangqiu City.

It's all calculations.

After Shence Town arrived in Zhangqiu, he deliberately used his body as a bait, and then the cavalry intercepted it and cut off the intelligence. Zhu Yihai personally led the elite of the three towns, and rushed to Zhangqiu fortification at a speed of [-] miles a day, and laid layers of traps to wait for work.

I thought there were only about [-] troops in the north wing, but in fact there were nearly [-].

With three thousand riders and wrong information, Tulai charged towards the camp.

The leader of the northern battalion will be Shence Zuoxie general Wen Hu.

He has two thousand soldiers and more than three thousand auxiliary soldiers.

However, they had trenches dug in advance, fences erected, and horse-repelling walls. They even sprinkled barbed wire outside the fences, dug a lot of horse traps, and planted antlers.

There is even a moat inside the gate.

In those tents, there are actually many artillery forts and military forts built with sandbags.

The mission Wen Hu received was to stick to the camp. Jin Gongyu told him clearly that the more than [-] troops deployed in ambush on the two mountains would not come out if the main force of Boluo hadn't arrived.

Zhangqiu City will send a team to come after the battle begins, but in order to avoid alarming the enemy, it will not exceed a thousand people.

You must perform enough tricks, and you must not scare the Tartars away.

Of course, it must also be able to withstand the first wave of impact from the Tartars, and it cannot be ruined by acting.

On the watchtower in the camp, the Ming army blew the warning horn.

In fact, there is no need to blow it, the violent shaking of the ground has already told the soldiers in the battalion that the Tartar cavalry is coming.

From a distance, it looks like a ray of tide rushing in.

Wen Hu is a native of Huzhou. He has seen Qiantang River tides in Hangzhou before. The scene is very spectacular. Every year, many tide watchers are swept away because they did not expect the tide to be so strong and violent.

At first glance, the tide is still far away, which seems quite normal.

But it will soon rush to the front, and then it will be discovered that the tide is so high and the tide is so fierce.

"The battalion is at the front, and the auxiliary battalion is behind."

"The musketeers must be close before shooting, and they must be fired in a team of 12, and random release is prohibited."

Wen Hu shouted orders.

For this battle, the battalion has practiced several times, and everyone knows the battle plan well, but they are still very nervous watching the overwhelming cavalry.

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Zhao Xiaolou followed Captain Li Baoquan and Deputy Team Liu to their designated location, and Team Leader Liu lit a match for them.

Zhao Xiaolou wrapped the fire rope around his waist and the other end around his wrist, and clamped the nodding end of the fire rope with the tiger's mouth.

The matchlock made of hemp rope burns very slowly, and the little red flames are in the hands of each musketeer.

Everyone is stepping up to check the equipment.

Zhao Xiaolou's heart was pounding. He usually had good grades in live ammunition training, and shotgun practice was very good, but he was still nervous at this time.

He has been training for more than a year since the auxiliary soldiers were transferred to the battle camp, and he only fought once under the city of Zichuan, and that time he only shot one shot, and the defenders surrendered.

So now, he feels that he is still the first brother in the battlefield, so he can't help being nervous.

The shotgun was loaded, and he checked the cleaning rod again.

The most common thing on the battlefield is to insert the cleaning rod into the gun barrel and forget to take it out. As a result, when the gun is fired, the cleaning rod disappears, and then the ammunition cannot be loaded without the cleaning rod, directly losing combat effectiveness.

After lighting the fire for everyone, Li Baoquan went on a tour to encourage everyone.

"Listen to my order for a while before shooting. It is forbidden to fire the guns indiscriminately. We must shoot in volley. Let's send out the gunners of each team, divide them into several rounds, and fire the guns one by one. I have memorized them all. Remember the order when loading. Lead, don’t fill the lead without gunpowder, and don’t forget to take off the cleaning rod, you’ve trained well, don’t give Lao Tzu diarrhea at critical times!”

"When fighting, just fire your guns, and don't take half a step back without an order to retreat."

"Even if a tartar falls under his feet, he is not allowed to cut off his head."

"Okay, that's all I have to say, don't panic, everyone, there is a fence in front of us, there are horses and spearmen in front of us, as long as we don't run, we will be safe.

It's really rushed to the front, you still have bayonets on the barrels, you just need to stab his mother, you have all learned the art of stabbing, so you are afraid of being an egg. "

The team leader's mobilization made Zhao Xiaolou feel a little less nervous.

He checked his blunderbuss again to make sure that he hadn't forgotten to refill the gunpowder, that he hadn't loaded too much lead bullets, and that the cleaning rod had been put away.

Deputy Liu Dui also encouraged everyone, "Don't panic, we still have a lot of artillery hidden in those tents. When the tents are raised, the cannons will fire at his mother, and the Tartars will rush forward. A few rounds of salvos will be enough to kill them." Blow them apart, let's fire a row of guns through the fence."

Li Baoquan returned to his position and stood still, knocked on his helmet, and pointed to the small flag on the helmet.

"Remember to keep an eye on Lao Tzu. If the higher-ups order you to retreat, you will see me move. Follow me to the second line of defense, which is the position we used in the previous exercise. Except there, you are not allowed to run around, otherwise you will be killed by then. Cut as a deserter.

I usually raise a few silver dollars a month, and it’s time to show our men’s skills at critical times. Don’t look at me playing with you at ordinary times, but if someone deserts me on the battlefield, I don’t need military police to kill you. I just take it. The bird gun bombarded your mother. "

"Even if you die honorably, you can't be a deserter. If you die, you can be a martyr, enter the Hall of Valor, and still have three years of salary and pension. If you have an old mother, wife and children at home, you can also receive a ration.

But whoever is a deserter would die in vain if he was cut off. Not only will there be no money for compensation, burning and burial, but the family's allotment of land will be taken back, don't let people look down on you! "

"Do you understand?"

Zhao Xiaolou blushed, puffed out his chest and roared loudly, "Understood."

Almost every sentry team is making the final mobilization.

There were soldiers chanting slogans everywhere, and morale was high.

When the Tazi cavalry rushed across the Xiujiang River, their speed slowed down, and they crowded very densely after crossing the river.

At this time, the artillery deployed on the bright side of the camp burst into deafening noises amidst the sound of horns, the flames shone, white smoke rose in groups, and the artillery mounts all retreated violently.

About a hundred small cannons were fired together.

Cannonballs ranging from a few ounces to a few kilograms roared out, jumped over the barracks, and blasted at the Tartar cavalry on the river bank.

The Ming army's camp site selection is very particular.

It was deliberately chosen on the east bank of the Xiushui River. Although it was a short distance from the river, it happened to be within the attack range of the artillery, in order to wait for the Tartars to fire when they were halfway across.

And it is calculated that after crossing the river, it will inevitably affect the rhythm of the offensive, and even gather together to increase the density.

This is exactly the half-strike.

The horse neighed.

Those cavalrymen who had just crossed the river and hadn't started to run were crowded very densely, and then they were shot by a cannon, blood mist burst out, and dozens of cavalry were killed or injured in an instant.

The sound of cannons, the screams, the blood spray, the scene of blood and flesh flying all over the place, is just around the corner.

The soldiers of the Shence Army behind the heavy camps were well-trained, but they couldn't help being greatly shocked.

Zhao Xiaolou also saw his heart pounding, and even after that round of cannon fire, he felt his ears were buzzing and he couldn't hear anything.

But the gunners who had just fired the guns didn't care about it. They had already picked up the gun brushes and started to clean the gun bores under the orders of their respective gunners. Chichi sound of water vapor evaporating.

The loader has quickly filled a pack of fixed propellant powder, and then stuffed the solid shell.

Other soldiers reset the displaced gun carriages and gun mounts.

They are well-trained, and they are fully focused at this time, following the usual day-to-day training, and have no time to care about other things.

When the loading was complete, the gunner took aim, and when the trumpet sounded again, fired.

The second salvo began again.

Smoke rose again from the emplacement, obscuring sight.

There was a strong smell of whistle smoke in the air, but the artillerymen felt very familiar and intoxicated when they smelled it, and even made people feel ecstatic.

They were so excited that they quickly completed the third round of cleaning and reloading, and then launched again.

On the river beach, the captives who crossed the river first fell down a large area. Although the artillery seems to be not very lethal, the scene of being so crowded and blasting there is still very scary.

The casualties of hundreds of riders and the blood and flesh everywhere are far more tragic and shocking than the melee fighting.

Some Man Ba ​​Banners were even terrified and dizzy by the three rounds of bombardment.

After three rounds of volleys, those copper cannons and iron cannons have even become hot, and they can't even continue to fire continuously, so they can only be cooled down a little.

The gunners have already taken advantage of this vacancy and began to order the gunners to prepare for the next round of modified shotgun ammunition, and to move closer before bombarding.

Li Baoquan watched the Tartar cavalry continue to charge, and shouted loudly, "It's our time, everyone listen to orders."

"Fire the gun when you hear the iron whistle,"

"It has to be shot closer."

Outside the camp, there were marks and distances marked in advance.

Every ten steps, there are several obvious marks.

Seeing that the captive cavalry rushed within a hundred steps, the army in the battalion raised their guns and fired, and then blew a long horn.

Hearing the sound of the long horn, Li Baoquan, who was in the front row, shouted loudly, "Get ready!"

They usually practice shooting with 41 bows at a distance of more than 60 meters. The range of the bird gun in Chongzhen was about 120 meters. However, the bird gun of the Shaotian Dynasty was an improved type, and the range was greatly improved.

But in normal training, I still shoot forty bows.

The enemy is within a hundred paces and is already within range, but at such a distance, precision cannot be required. However, when confronting each other, gunners emphasize salvos and bursts, and what they want is a row of guns to strike, not individual precision.

Zhao Xiaolou heard the captain Li Baoquan yell to let go, so he quickly opened the fire door and shot.

After firing a gun, he didn't bother to see if he hit it, so he hurriedly washed the gun, cleaned the chamber with a cleaning rod, and then quickly took out a fixed paper ammunition bag from the fire pocket on his waist, tore open and loaded the propellant, Then tamp the gunpowder with a poking bar, and then take out a lead bullet from the lead bullet bag on the other side.

Because the lead bullets are uniformly cast, they are slightly smaller than the gun barrel. He also had to take a piece of oil paper to wrap the lead bullets and insert them into the bottom of the gun to ensure airtightness.

Then quickly opened the fire door cover, poured the initiator into the fire door, then closed the fire door, and installed the fire rope.

A set of movements was completed nervously and swiftly.

Pick up the gun again and listen to the captain's order.

At this time, several other musketeer teams also opened fire one by one. There were eight teams in total, four teams of bird musketeers, and two teams each of small artillery and heavy guns.

Their four teams of bird musketeers were divided into four rows and fired one by one.

Because they are fighting in the battalion, there is no need to alternately advance or alternately retreat, which is much easier.

At this time, Zhao Xiaolou heard the sound of shooting from his friendly team, so he had time to look at the battlefield, and saw that the Tartars charged a lot closer, but the continuous volleys of firecrackers in the camp shot out, and bursts of smoke rose. The Tartars who rushed to the Hundred Steps were shot and fell down, screaming for a while, the casualties seemed to be greater than the three rounds of artillery salvo just now.

"Prepare!"

Captain Li Baoquan roared again, and it was their team's turn again. The fourth round was over, and the second round began. Zhao Xiaolou hurriedly raised his gun and prepared.

"put!"

Following the captain's roar, Zhao Xiaolou opened the fire door and fired a second shot!

The pungent gunpowder smoke rose in front of him, and Zhao Xiaolou couldn't help taking a breath, feeling less nervous, and even thought that it would be great if he could put a Xin'anjiang in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)