Ten miles south of Jurgen City, on the north bank of Suifen River.
Fukang'an was crossing the pontoon with the Chinese guards when he vaguely heard the sound of gunfire coming from the northwest. He turned to the attendants behind him and asked: "The fighting has started over at Duerjia! How is the situation at Ejunmen?"
"Commander, the Ejunmen side just sent someone to report that they have all crossed the pontoon bridge!"
"Okay! Let the forward battalion protect you and push the cannon up first, and the firearms battalion quickly follow! The whole army is arrayed five miles away! Duerjia can't hold it for long!"
Although there was light snow falling in the sky at this time, the wind was not strong. The Qing army used seasoned wood carried by the army to build the pontoon bridge, and many sheepskin airbags were tied to both sides of the bridge, making it fairly stable. In order to free Fukang'an from crossing the river, Zhao Xin did not arrange to shell the pontoon bridge.
In the marching queue, military songs gradually sounded. The soldiers sang "Thirty Victory Songs Composed by Emperor Qianlong" when he pacified Jinchuan and Jinchuan in the 41st year of Emperor Qianlong's reign. The flattery of the military counselor is like this, which can be said to be a weak spot. When Fukangan heard this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"On the ugly night of the 24th Mid-Autumn Festival, a red flag was handed out in the Mulan camp. I couldn't sleep and asked for military reports, but I thought I would see it tonight. The road is far away, 17,000 miles away, and it leads to more than ten dynasties and eight dynasties. It can be seen that everyone has the same heart. Ambition, good luck and rewards come from Yizhao..."
Not far away, the sound of rapid horse hooves came. Fukangan turned around and saw a cavalryman without a helmet and covered in blood passing through the gap in the queue. Before the horse could stop, the sergeant rolled off the horse and staggered to Fukangan. In front of him, he fell to the ground.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, Dujunmen has been defeated! Our troops on the Western Front suffered heavy casualties."
Fukangan felt a thump in his heart, his vision suddenly went dark, and he was about to fall back, but the two guards behind him immediately supported him. After all, Fukang'an was a man who had experienced battles for a long time. He quickly recovered and asked the sergeant: "Where are the Duerjia people?"
"Du Junmen led his troops withdrew to the main camp and is no longer able to fight anymore."
"How much was the loss?"
"Not even one of the musketry and artillery battalions survived, and most of the cavalry was lost."
Fukangan's throat felt sweet after hearing this, and a bloody smell surged up. He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "Dulga bastard! That's more than 7,000 people!"
The sergeant sobbed: "Commander, the thieves' firearms are really powerful! Our army was a hundred steps ahead of the enemy, and the thieves' formation fired thousands of cannons. Many brothers were shattered, and even the corpses could not be found... .”
Fukangan looked up blankly into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at. When he looked away, he noticed that many of the marching soldiers turned to look at him, their pace slowed down, and they had a look of uncertainty on their faces.
"The morale of the army must not be disturbed!" Fukangan's face slowly turned from ferocious to calm. He looked at the crying sergeant at his feet, and murderous intent suddenly arose. So he shouted: "Shut up! How dare you lie about the military situation!" After saying that, he winked at the soldiers around him.
The soldier was a slave born from his family who had been with him for more than 20 years, and he knew it as soon as he looked at his master's eyes. So with a wave of his hand, two burly Chinese guards came over, picked up the sergeant and walked back.
The sergeant was stunned for a moment, but he just kept begging for mercy: "Commander! Commander!"
"What the hell are you doing for food?!" The soldier cursed in a low voice, and at the same time he pulled off a piece of cotton from his waist, rolled it twice and stuffed it into the sergeant's mouth.
"Well...well..."
"Crack!" The sword flashed, and the sergeant's head rolled twice on the ground, and his blood shot out onto the snow-covered slope.
Fukangan didn't look back, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously a few times. Feeling that his mood had stabilized a little, he asked a young general behind him: "Is there any news from Ushhada?"
"Reply to the Marshal, no news yet."
Fu Kang'an turned around and said to the general: "Guang Tinggong arranged for you to be with me because he wanted you to learn more about battle formations. I have an errand for you now, and I don't worry about others."
This general is called Na Yangui, Agui's eldest grandson, and he is twenty-four years old this year. He made a military salute with a flat chest and said in a deep voice: "Please give me your orders, Commander-in-Chief."
Fukang'an stretched out his hand and took out a command arrow from Geshiha who was holding the command arrow box beside him. He whispered to Na Yangui: "Take the command arrow, pick twenty guards from the Chinese army, and go to Duerjia." Our camp, please help me stabilize the morale of the army!"
"I humbly obey my orders!"
"See what's going on with Durga and send someone to report to me immediately. Remember, there can be no chaos on the Western Front no matter what! Go!"
After a while, Fukangan felt a little more at ease when he saw Na Yangui leading the people roaring away. The soldiers helped him into the sedan, lowered the curtain, and then said to the bearer outside: "Let's go."
Fukang'an in the sedan leaned back on the chair, and a pool of black and red oozed from the white silk handkerchief in his hand...
At the same time, six miles east of Fuldan City, in the dense forest to the north of a small hill. Ushhada walked around waving his riding crop, looking up at the top of the hill from time to time, with an anxious look on his face.
Five thousand men of the Eastern Route Army have been in ambush here for three days, and they have not encountered a carriage transporting grain and grass. Ushhada sent forward scouts from the forward battalion to search the mountain roads, but they didn't even see a ghost!
He also sent scouts to investigate the situation in Fuldan City. According to reports from scouts, there seemed to be two to three thousand people living in the city of Fuldan, and people patrolled the city walls day and night; moreover, the original old city had been reinforced and all four gates had been repaired.
"Did these thieves hoard a large amount of food and grass in Fuldan City? Otherwise, how could they support the defense of thousands of people."
"Sir, the commander-in-chief has sent someone here!"
Ushhada was muttering to himself that the messenger sent by Fukang'an had arrived.
"Mr. Wu! Big, the commander ordered the Eastern Route Army to ignore the thieves in the food road and fire, attack Fuldan City as quickly as possible, and cooperate with the attack on the southern front! This is the token and the commander's personal letter." This messenger is not dawn. So we set off and rode around for two hours. Now we were so tired that we were out of breath.
Ushihada took the token and checked it, confirming that it was correct; he also took out Fukang'an's autographed letter and read it again, and then laughed and said: "The two southwest fronts have been fully launched! It's time for a man to perform meritorious service and serve the imperial court!" Brothers! Let’s have a fucking good fight in a while, and I’ll ask the commander to give you credit!”
"tie!"
After speaking, he said to the messenger: "Go back and report to the commander immediately, and we will send troops immediately!"
"tie!"
At noon, the snow became lighter. Outside the trench of Jurgen's Western Front position, Monk Zhou followed dozens of soldiers from his company, holding up rifles with bayonets, and looking among the piles of corpses of the Qing army. When he walked up to the corpse of an archer dressed in animal skins, he first touched it with the bayonet in his hand. When he saw no response, he was about to stab it again with the bayonet when he saw the man beneath him move slightly.
"There's a living person here!" As soon as Monk Zhou finished speaking, two Beihai Town residents carrying a stretcher ran over. They found that the archer was still alive, so they put him on a stretcher and trotted toward the back of the trench. There were several flat four-wheeled carriages there, and all living wounded soldiers of the Qing army would be put on the carriages and then transported to the medical center in Fuldan City.
On the heavy machine gun and anti-aircraft gun positions, the shooters and assistant shooters were busy cleaning the bolts, replacing the barrels, and loading ammunition. Liu Sheng sat next to the M2HB he controlled, smoking a cigarette in a daze.
Zhao Xin walked over from the headquarters with his rifle and Guisheng, and said to Liu Sheng: "I'll leave the western front to you. I'll go check out the trenches in the south. I'll also go to Fuldan City to check out the situation."
Liu Sheng said without raising his head: "Isn't there a phone?"
"I don't feel at ease, so I have to take a look to reassure myself." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he squatted next to Liu Sheng, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it, leaned closer and whispered: "What's wrong?"
Liu Sheng took a deep breath from his cigarette, exhaled a long white breath, and said slowly: "If they hadn't encountered us, the Qing army would not be weak! How come they lost the Opium War? I really don't understand."
Zhao Xin did not answer him. This cannot be explained clearly in a few words. A single sentence of "the corruption and incompetence of the Qing government" is not enough to explain the reason behind it. He stood up and patted Liu Sheng on the shoulder, turned around and took Guisheng on his horse.
In the trenches on the southern front, the first battalion led by Ding Guofeng and Sheng Haizhou and the third battalion led by Pingtai already knew the news of the great victory on the western front. When they saw Zhao Xin coming on horseback, the soldiers in the trenches cheered.
"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!" Sheng Haizhou, Ping Tai and other soldiers all looked at Zhao Xin with admiration. It was this man who led them all the way to the wilderness through hardships and waves, and saved tens of thousands of refugees with his endless "divine power". Now it was this man who led them to break through the encirclement and suppression of the Chinese army and gradually move towards victory.
Ding Guofeng saw Zhao Xin walking into the bunker with Sheng Haizhou and He Tai. He raised his head and asked, "Why did you come here? How are the casualties in the west?"
Zhao Xin shook his head and said solemnly: "Not good. In just one round of bow and arrow and artillery bombardment, a hundred people were killed or injured. I came here specifically to remind you." Then, he told about the battle on the Western Front.
After hearing this, Ding Guofeng said: "These soldiers have little combat experience. Many of them have only been in the army for half a year. This situation is normal."
Zhao Xin said with a solemn expression: "I originally thought of waiting for the Qing army to get fifty meters away before firing, but now it seems that I underestimated the enemy. I only thought about the lead in weapons, but did not take into account the quality of the soldiers. Their equipment A large number of musketeers, artillery and archers, dispatched step by step, are almost invincible in East Asia in this era."
Ding Guofeng nodded and said: "Actually, I had a private conversation with the old squad leader about this matter, and the old squad leader said one thing, this army has no soul yet."
At this point, Zhao Xin had some things he couldn't say in front of Sheng Haizhou and He Tai. He changed the topic, gave the two of them a few words, and then took Ding Guofeng outside the bunker.
Seeing that everyone around him was staying away, he whispered to Ding Guofeng: "Actually, I am very conflicted about these island country soldiers..."
Ding Guofeng reacted immediately when he heard this. He glanced at the soldiers in the trenches and sighed: "We are all the same. But if you think about it carefully, they are quite pitiful. Wait, wait until the refugees from the country bring them Now, if we mess around with them, we should be able to feel more at ease."
Zhao Xin walked to his horse, turned around and said to Ding Guofeng: "I will go around Fuldan City and be careful. If the situation is not good, call Liu Sheng and call for artillery support."
In the medical station in Fuldan City, dozens of female nurses and male caregivers were working intensively to treat the injured. In the operating room, Director Liu Da was holding a surgical saw to remove half of a guy's arm that was blown off by a Qing army's artillery shell.
A Miao was cleaning the wound of a wounded soldier and preparing to suture it. The tragic situation of the first batch of wounded soldiers withdrawn from the Western Front really shocked her. After the battle last year, Liu Siting didn't let A Miao follow to treat the wounded, so the little girl didn't have much experience. This time it was different.
She picked up the tweezers and suture needle and was about to start suturing when she heard someone tapping on the glass. When he turned around, he saw that it was Zhao Xin. A Miao looked happy, quickly put down the tools in her hands, and waved to Zhao Xin. Zhao Xin gestured for her to continue, then turned and left.
In the logistics headquarters, Chen Qingsong was issuing warrants one after another. The Western Front had just been fought, and in addition to urgently dispatching ambulance personnel, he also had to dispatch supplies. Zhao Xin saw that he was very busy, so he didn't bother him much. I just learned about the usage of materials and looked at the account books.
Jiang Tenglin, the down-and-out scholar who once told Zhao Xin that "famous teachers come from academia", is also here. He is currently responsible for registering and recording the incoming and outgoing supplies of various materials.
When he saw Zhao Xin coming, Jiang Xiucai hurriedly stood up and saluted, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency is here. It is really hard for you to inspect the rear area despite your busy schedule. I would like to ask you to take care of yourself. There are tens of thousands of people in Beihai Town." People are still counting on adults.”
Zhao Xin didn't respond, thinking that the flattery was so disgusting! I really didn't realize that Jiang Xiucai was actually doing this before. He really wants to climb up!
He picked up the account book on the table and glanced at it twice, and found that this Jiang Xiucai was actually good at writing with calligraphy. His eyes were almost blinded by the small regular script written all over the page. Zhao Xin was stunned. He couldn't write this without more than ten years of hard training! He planned to praise the other person, but he couldn't find the right words for the moment. So he put the account book back on the table and went out with his hands behind his back with an indifferent expression.
Jiang Tenglin sat down a little disappointed. He originally thought that Zhao Xin would praise him a few times when he saw his good calligraphy. Unexpectedly, the other party just looked at him a few times, showed no expression on his face, and left without saying a word. It seems that I have to continue to work hard!
Zhao Xin walked around the city of Fuldan and saw that although there were many people in the city, people and cars were coming and going, and everything was quite orderly. It seemed that Chen Qingsong had really put in a lot of effort these days.
He led Guisheng up the city wall. As soon as he reached the east end of the wall, he heard the rumble of horse hooves in the distance. Zhao Xin took the telescope handed by Guisheng and looked eastward. He saw a group of crows scattered in the air and circling in the air. There seemed to be a large group of people moving forward in the dense forest in the distance.
"So the last one is here!" Zhao Xin's anxious heart finally dropped when he saw the last part of the Qing army finally appeared.
"Woo~~~!" A piercing siren sounded above Fuldan City, and the west gate and north gate that were originally wide open were quickly closed. Groups of migrant workers armed with rifles appeared at the top of the city and behind various city gates.
"Map! Compass! Coordinate ladder!" Zhao Xin did not interfere with Wan Zao and Mosuke's command. He ordered Guisheng behind him without looking back.
Guisheng hurriedly took out a folded map from his bag, then took out a compass and three rulers of different sizes and specifications, and asked hurriedly: "Which one is it?"
"Remember the rectangular one!"
"oh!"
Zhao Xin took the map and looked around, and found a wooden board under a pile of low walls. He hurried over and spread the map on the wooden board. Guisheng hurriedly found stones to help hold down the four corners.
This map was measured by him, Chen Qingsong, and Zhang Bo a few days ago, and Chen Qingsong spent another two days roughly drawing it. The scope on the map includes a 36-kilometer square area from two kilometers west of Jurgen City to two kilometers east of Fuldan City.
The scale of the map is 1:500, that is, each coordinate grid has a side length of 2 cm, and the actual distance is 10 meters. A square on the map has a side length of 10 centimeters, which actually corresponds to a distance of 50 meters. A 122mm high-explosive bomb has a killing range of 30 meters. Five high-explosive bombs are evenly distributed in an area of 250 square meters. The effect can be imagined.
Zhao Xin raised his telescope and observed again, determined the direction and general location of the Qing army, and predicted the location where the Qing army would pass.
He took the compass, found the location on the map, then stuck the iron tip on the predicted location, and then used the coordinate ladder to measure the vertical and horizontal coordinates. At present, the troops of the Qing army have appeared at a position 1,750 meters away from Fuldan City. Then the vertical coordinate is on the line 06. Then corresponding to the vertical scale of the coordinate ladder, the coordinate is Y06420; the horizontal coordinate is on the 41 line. On the line, the coordinate is X41850. It is said that he learned this measurement method from Wang Yuanfang. As long as the map is accurate, measurement is very simple. After Zhao Xin quickly measured the data, he used a walkie-talkie to connect to the artillery position. After confirming his identity, he immediately reported the coordinates: "Area 41, Y06420, X41850, prepare a high-explosive bomb, follow my orders."
On the artillery position, the artillery company commander who received Zhao Xin's order did not dare to delay. After a flurry of work, he reported that Zhao Xin was ready. "Listen to my command!" Zhao Xin held up the telescope and stared into the distance.
"fire!"
There was a loud "Boom!", the muzzle brake sprayed gunpowder smoke, and a strong gust of wind accompanied the raised dust, which filled the surrounding area of the artillery.
When the artillery shells roared across the air, the Qing army's forward battalion cavalry who were marching through the dense forest looked up to the sky in surprise. A young knight raised his head and murmured: "What is this sound?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt a flash of fire in front of their eyes. With a sound of "Boom!", nearly two thousand prefabricated fragments tore this Qing army into pieces!
Zhao Xin looked at the fire and black smoke rising in the distance, and quickly shouted on the walkie-talkie: "Leave 20 to the right, increase the range by 50! Five rounds of rapid fire!"
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