"Quick! Quickly move down the baggage and boxes, push these carts onto the pontoon, and arrange them in a row!"
"Don't worry, install it slowly. The cannon must be installed..."
"Zhao Hongkui...I'll leave all the cannons to you. Remember to test fire them yourself, one by one!"
"Master Guo, please quickly bring the horses to the official road and block it layer by layer!"
"Su Zhanshan, take the people up first and hold the pontoon bridge!"
"Here comes someone! Tie these pure monsters into a bunch, then rush them into the camp and watch them with the cavalry. Anyone who dares to run away will be trampled to death with horse hooves!"
"Who is this Qing Yao covered in blood? Is he a high official? What's his name? Ah, Li Chenggong? Okay, take him out and treat him casually, and then hand him over to Mrs. Su for safe custody!"
Just when Liu Jinzhong and Fengmingshan, the two clear demon leaders, were busy mobilizing their troops and preparing to launch a counterattack along the pontoon bridge.
Zhu Hesheng's men had completely controlled the bridgehead, camp and artillery base on the north bank of Beixi Bridge, and had also captured three to four hundred Qingyao prisoners. Among them were one or two hundred soldiers from the green camp who were crying and fighting for the land, and there were also many soaked civilians and regiment drills. By the way, there is also Li Chenggong, the leader of the Qingyao who was seriously injured and only had half his life left...
Zhu Hesheng placed his Chinese troops on the artillery fort located on the bank of Beixi, next to the entrance to the camp and pontoon bridge.
At this moment, he was frowning and studying a rusty "old cannon" while giving orders to Lin Ahu, Su Zhanshan, Zhao Hongkui, Master Guo, and several other temporary officers to set up defenses - Zhu Hesheng is now There is also a small officer corps. Most of the "members" are the second generation of the rebels from Danan Mountain, young people like Su Zhanshan and Zhao Hongkui.
Of course, there are also older ones, such as Lin Ahu from the Lin family in Narita, Su Yong from the Su family in Jinghai Fort, and Master Guo Youde who switched jobs from the old man.
Su Yong is now leading a part of the Dananshan rebels and some rural soldiers from Longjing, Narita and Longtian to follow Qiu Hui and the others.
Lin Ahu followed Zhu Hesheng as a deputy general, and Master Guo played a guest role as a military advisor. The plan for the attack on Beixi Bridge was made by the two of them, as well as Da Bo Ling and Zhu Hesheng.
In addition, Lin Ahu is also a professional gunner and can control the artillery casually. This is why Zhu Hesheng led him to attack Beixi Bridge. Zhu Hesheng had received the news before sending troops and knew that Mi Sihan had obtained four guns from Guangzhou. The red cannons were placed on the Nanxi Bridge and Beixi Bridge to block the rivers, so he wondered if it was possible to grab a red cannon for his own use.
Now I am really fighting for a cannon, but this cannon looks a bit shabby! There are also the words Chongzhen Sixth Year on it... This is an old cannon from thirty-eight years ago, and it is also a rusty cast iron cannon. Can it still be used? It won't explode, right?
So Zhu Hesheng called Lin Ahu and asked him to look at it carefully.
"Young Master, this cannon should... still be usable. There are no cracks on the surface. The inside of the barrel is smooth, and the rust is not too severe."
Lin Ahu has completed the inspection and happily reported to Zhu Hesheng.
Zhu Hesheng frowned. Of course he was not at ease with this Hongyi cannon. Although he is not a metallurgical major, he still knows that casting iron cannons requires very high craftsmanship. The craftsmen in Foshan, Guangdong can only barely master it, and the casting yield rate is very low.
In fact, before the invention of the Rodman casting method, the yield rate of Western cast iron cannons was not high, about 10 to 20 percent.
So Zhu Hesheng turned his attention to the seven trembling Qing gunners. When Zhu Hesheng's cavalry slowly rushed up to the artillery base, these guys were in a daze on the artillery base - their cannons had no movable mounts. , so it was difficult to turn left and right, and it was impossible to turn the muzzle of the gun to bombard Zhu Hesheng's cavalry. Moreover, they had no spears that could be used against cavalry, no muskets or bows, only a few waist knives that were not very useful. Seeing "Obai's Eight Banners Soldiers" they could only kneel down and surrender.
But after they surrendered, they discovered that they had landed in the wrong place...it was not Ao Bai, but Zhu Heji, the grandson of Zhu San, and those cavalry were not Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers, but a group of fellow Guangdong people.
This is terrible. This third grandson of Zhu will definitely not be able to defeat the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers with a group of Cantonese. They will be suppressed later. Wouldn’t those who surrendered to the third grandson become rebels?
Rebellion...will result in beheading!
Just when they thought about decapitating them, they saw Zhu Hesheng walking towards them carrying a "Kandong large sweeping knife".
Is this going to be beheading?
The seven gunners were immediately frightened and fell to their knees. Then they started crying and begging.
Zhu Hesheng smiled and said: "Don't be afraid... If you don't want to be beheaded, just cut off your braids. If you cut off your braids, you can't vote for the Tatars. If you vote for the Tatars again, you will be beheaded!"
As he spoke, he picked up the braids of the seven gunners one by one and cut them all off.
Zhu Hesheng had just finished cutting off his braids when the roar of cannons came from the south bank of the Bei River!
He hurriedly turned his head and glanced at the south bank of Beixi. Before he could see anything, a young gunner who had just had his braids cut off and it was difficult to return to the Qing Dynasty before his hair grew out took the initiative to report it.
"Your Majesty, that's a red cannon placed by Qing Gou on the fort on the other side of the river. It's firing..."
Zhu Hesheng glanced at him and found that he was a pretty handsome young man, in his twenties, with fine features and no big beard. He looked a bit sissy!
"What's your name?" Zhu Hesheng looked at the pretty boy and asked.
"The younger one's surname is Cui, Xing Liu. Your Majesty, please call me Cui Liu."
"Can you have sex?" Zhu Hesheng asked.
"Yes!" Cui Liu nodded, "My ancestral home is Fengyang. Eighteen generations of my family have been gunners. The craftsmanship passed down from our ancestors..."
Well, his ancestors were "gunners" for eighteen generations and were from Fengyang Prefecture. Then didn't his ancestors follow Zhu Yuanzhang to fight against the Tatars?
"Okay!" Zhu Hesheng smiled, "I am still the founding hero of the Ming Dynasty!"
"I don't dare, I don't dare. My ancestor is just a thousand households, so I can't be considered a hero." Cui Liu's face was full of heroism, and he looked less effeminate. "But I followed the third grandson to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty. , the ambition to be a hero of the restoration of the Ming Dynasty!"
Heck, she’s still an ambitious girl!
Zhu Hesheng nodded approvingly, "Okay, you are an ancestral cannon, and that Hongyi cannon is also an ancestral cannon... This ancestral cannon must be able to shoot accurately with the ancestral cannon!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the north gate tower of Jieyang City on the other side of the river, "Cui Liu, have you seen the gate tower opposite? Just aim at it and hit it! Keep hitting it until it collapses!"
As long as the city tower is blown down and the troops of Da Lao Hui, Chen Yonghua and Liu Guoxuan arrive, isn't Jieyang within easy reach?
After hearing Zhu Hesheng's order, Cui Liu was overjoyed - attack the city gate! The city gate is tall and big, and it is a piece of goods that can be beaten. If Zhu Hesheng asked Cui Liu to hit the opposite artillery base, it would be a headache. The fort is too small and short, making it difficult to hit.
After Zhu Hesheng gave the order, he said to Lin Ahu who was following him: "Huhu Lin, you supervise the battle here, I will go to the pontoon and watch... Remember, keep aiming at the city gate and fire artillery until it collapses!" "
"Got the order!"
After the explanation, Zhu Hesheng took a few young soldiers to the artillery position. This time he brought a total of two disassembled counterweighted cannons and forty large "explosion balls". If used properly, it would be enough for the Qing army in Jieyang City to drink a pot.
However, Liu Jinzhong and Feng Mingshan, the demon leaders of Jieyang City, had not yet experienced the power of "Zhuge Tianlei", but they had already tasted the power of their own "rebellious" red cannon.
Aren't they two just supervising the battle at the north gate of Jieyang City?
It turned out that the "eighteenth generation artilleryman" Cui Liu really had some ancestral artillery skills. The first shot hit the wall near the north gate of Jieyang City - hitting a target three to four feet high and four to five feet wide. It was less than three feet off, and this ancestral artillery skill was still very reliable.
Although it did not hit the city tower directly, the vibration and loud noise caused by the iron ball weighing more than ten kilograms hitting the city wall still shocked Liu Jinzhong and Fengmingshan.
Both of them trembled, but immediately regained their composure... Don't let people think that they are afraid of the enemy!
But after a while, the second shot was fired again, and the distance was even closer. It was less than ten feet away from the north gate of Jieyang City. Moreover, the shell was not biased and hit a crenel without any bias, shattering rocks and pieces. Bricks flew everywhere and hit many people who were guarding the city wall, making them scream.
After a while, there was a third shot, which hit the wall of the north gate of Jieyang City without any bias. Although it did not cause any harm to the Qing troops above and below the city, Liu Jinzhong and Feng Mingshan felt very scared. !
How can this be a perfect shot? If the fight continues like this, the Beiguan Tower in Jieyang City will collapse sooner or later. When Big Lao Hui's men arrive again, it will be over.
Also, who is shooting? How come it's so accurate?
And how come the red cannon on my side didn't hit anything even though it was hitting it?
These gunners must not have fought well!
When Liu Jinzhong thought of this, his face darkened, and he said to Feng Mingshan, who was still pretending to be calm next to him: "Prefect Feng, please feel free to sit here... I want to go down to supervise the battle and personally arrange a counterattack. I must Take back the pontoon bridge and the fort on the opposite side!"
What? Fengmingshan was stunned and thought to himself: "You want to get out of the way and let me stand here and be bombarded? This is not possible!"
However, Liu Jinzhong was not a subordinate of Fengmingshan, and this was not the middle of the Qing Dynasty when the elite was noble but the military was light.
Therefore, Liu Jinzhong didn't even wait for Fengmingshan's consent, he pressed the sword on his waist and swaggered down the city gate and out of the city gate.
