An ambush is a good idea, but due to terrain reasons, the Qing army's follow-up team will be very long, at least three or four miles, so should they ambush their head, their waist, or their tail?
Futou was eliminated by Wang Wu because the leader was the remnant soldier of Ma Tengyun's tribe who had just escaped (released) back.
The ambush of this group of remnant soldiers would not only alert the enemy and expose the Ming army's intention to set up an ambush, but it would not have any effect on the attack on the Green Camp soldiers behind them.
It might even cause the Ming army to fall into a bitter battle with the Green Camp, turning an ambush battle into a war of attrition.
That would definitely be worth the loss.
After all, the Ming army only had so few people, and the entire Western Front had actually collapsed.
Once the Ming army without foreign aid was entangled and bitten by the Qing army, there would be no chance to stand out.
If they ambush their tail, the Qing army that has passed the ambush circle cannot be eaten by the Ming army in one bite, and they will also be in a hard fight.
In line with the principle of minimizing his own casualties and maximizing the damage to the enemy's effective strength, Wang Wu decided to lie down.
The problem is that lying down is the best choice, but the gap between the strength of the enemy and ourselves is too big. Although the Ming army, which lacks firearms, has the advantage of surprise, it is probably impossible to completely disrupt the Qing army in the first time, causing them to lose their command system. thus collapse.
How to quickly "paralyze" the Qing army's command system after the ambush started became a problem that Wang Wu had to think about and solve.
When he learned that the medicine seized from Mabu was several hundred kilograms, he suddenly thought of "mine warfare".
Of course, it's not really about making landmines, or stone mines, or Goddess scattering flowers, but it's about letting people gather all the gunpowder and detonate it.
The power and momentum brought by the explosion caused chaos in the Qing army. Only in this way could the panicked Qing army be unable to form effective resistance if the Ming army continued to charge.
After hearing this idea, everyone said it was a great idea. The five Wang brothers were not only good at fighting, but also had good brains.
The blasting task was handed over to Xu Deyi, who was born in Laoshun Army.
They are very good at blasting, and can even be said to be experts.
Because Liu Tichun's troops had a unique characteristic among the Ming army in Kuidong.
That means they are good at digging tunnels and blasting!
Liu Tichun himself was even more of a master here. The term "little blasting expert" was a perfect way to describe this anti-Qing general.
The year before last, when the Ming army under the command of Liu Tichun and Li Laiheng stormed Wushan City where the Qing army was stationed on the western front, Liu Tichun dug tunnels in an attempt to capture the city by blasting.
Unfortunately, because Li Guoying, the Qing governor of Sichuan, discovered the pay route used by the Ming army to transport grain to the siege troops, he sent hundreds of Qing troops disguised as Ming troops to lurk on the grain road and continuously attack the Ming army's grain transport teams.
As a result, the Ming army that attacked the city had no energy to dig tunnels due to lack of food and food, and was finally forced to withdraw.
Thus, the strategic initiative is completely lost.
In fact, not only the Laoshun Army was able to use blasting as a siege method, but the Daxi Army was also very good at it. However, after the Qing Dynasty completely established its foothold in China, the effective siege method of blasting was lost to the Qing army.
It wasn't until Guangxi Laobiao came out that this blasting method commonly used by the peasant army appeared again in the history of war.
The city of Nanjing was destroyed by gunpowder used by the Taiping Army.
Wang Wu's idea was to dig roads and bury gunpowder in places where the Qing army must pass, and then use match ropes to detonate them from a distance.
He still doesn't know how powerful the current concentrated use of gunpowder explosions are, but he is sure that the explosion will produce a lot of thick smoke, and this smoke is also a good helper for the Ming army's attack. It will not only limit the vision of the Qing army in chaos, but also Let them become more panicked because they can't see the battlefield clearly.
If a large amount of lead and gravel are placed where the gunpowder is buried, the explosion will be more lethal.
At close range, the armor will be pierced.
Just do it!
Unexpectedly, after an on-site inspection, Xu Deyi told Wang Wu that they could not dig holes to bury the medicine on the road because the road was too frozen and they did not have the tools to dig the road.
And even if gunpowder can be buried, it cannot be ignited and detonated from a distance with a match rope.
The reason is that the match rope must be buried in the snow so that it will not be noticed by the Qing army, but then the match rope will definitely get wet and cannot be ignited.
After Wang Wu heard this, he was ready to give up this method, but Ma Sizhong came up with an idea.
That is to concentrate the gunpowder on the carriage and then pretend to discard it, and then ignite the gunpowder after the Qing army approaches. In this way, the power of the explosion will be greater than if it were buried on the road.
This idea is feasible.
But who will order it?
Everyone knows that anyone who lights a car on fire will 100% die!
After silence, Xu Deyi offered to light the fire.
Of course Wang Wu disagrees. He cannot designate who will be the igniter. He has no power to force others to die!
Ma Sizhong proposed to choose a dead soldier, but Zhang Tianwang said that there was no choice, and he would organize his subordinates to draw lots of life and death.
Let God decide life and death.
While everyone was arguing, a faint voice came from a seriously injured man named Zhang Shuncheng who was placed on a clean stone by his companions not far away: "Leave this matter to us who are dying."
Although the voice was weak, it was extremely firm.
"We won't survive anyway. If we can clear the dog's back before we die, we will be very happy when we get down there."
Another wounded man, pale from blood loss, struggled to get up.
"Count me in, don't leave me behind."
"It would be better to die quickly than die from pain."
"..."
The seriously injured people either struggled to get up, or tried their best to hold themselves up, or looked at Wang Wu and the others with pleading expressions.
"Zhuzi, leave the medicine to the brothers who need it, don't waste it on me."
After the seriously injured man named Zhou Abao propped himself up against the tree, his weak right hand held the nephew who was about to pour the gold wound medicine into his wound. No matter how much his nephew cried and begged, he didn't want any of the precious gold wound medicine in the bottle to be used. Fall down.
"Originally, I was planning to let you burn my uncle after his death and bury his ashes anywhere, but now it seems that's not necessary."
Looking at the last single seedling of the Zhou family, Zhou Abao, with blood foaming at the corner of his mouth from time to time, raised his right hand tremblingly and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his nephew's eyes.
He said softly: "After my uncle left, you followed General Wang. Even if you die, you won't be able to surrender the Tatars. If...if the sky persists for our group of people, in the future...in the future, you must fight back to your hometown in Yulin. There...there are our roots."
After saying that, he turned to look at the officers leading the team: "That's it, don't let us old brothers die in peace!"
Wang Wu turned his face to one side.
A man never sheds tears easily, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with tears.
Ma Sizhong sniffed, clenching his fists and shaking slightly.
Xu Deyi lowered his head, feeling as uncomfortable as a huge stone pressing down on his heart.
Brother Zhang Tianwang choked up as he looked motionlessly at the seriously injured people who wanted to make their deaths more meaningful.
The mute, the blind, Cao Diwei, Zhao Jinzhong, Tian Wen...
Everyone was sobbing.
Amidst the explosion, the seriously wounded soldiers of the Ming Army completed the last mission of their lives.
The lingering sound echoed in the valley, as if the heroic spirits of the heroes were reluctant to disperse.
Even the thunderous explosions on the ground could not cover up the last swan song of these sons of the Han family!
