When Yang Zhen heard this, he quickly took the thing from Li Lu's hand. The thing was a bit heavy to hold, probably weighing two or three kilograms.

Yang Zhen held the wooden handle in his hand and looked at it through the tung oil lamp in Li Lu's shack. He was overjoyed. It was almost exactly the same as the wooden handle grenade he knew in later generations.

The difference is that later generations of wooden handle grenades were lighter, but this one was heavier.

Later generations of wooden-handled grenades had a cylindrical shape filled with iron shells, while this one was filled with a ball, a bit like a small Thunderbolt with a short wooden handle.

At the same time, later generations of wooden-handled grenades did not require an open flame. Once the fuse was pulled, they would spontaneously ignite. However, in this case, the fuse was also hidden in the wooden handle with a hole in the middle, but the fuse was exposed.

, but requires an open flame to ignite.

Yang Zhen looked at it carefully and again under the light of the tung oil lamp. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He said to Li Lu: "Not bad! Although it is still far from what I expected, it is basically almost the same!"

At this point, Yang Zhen paused, looked specifically at Li Lu, and said to him: "In a while, you go to Wang Shoutang and Wang Shen in person and tell them that I am very satisfied with the iron grenade they made! Give them a reward of ten taels each.

Silver! Tell them to keep up the good work! Try the spherical type or the straight type to see which one has more charges and is more powerful!

"And you have to tell them specifically that the more fragments the iron shell of this grenade forms after the explosion, the more powerful it will be! If they come up with such a grenade, I will definitely reward you heavily!"

Yang Zhen's captain Yang Zhan'ao was not in sight, and Yang Zhen didn't say where the twenty taels of silver awarded to Wang Shoutang and his son came from. Li Lu also knew that Yang Zhen never cared about money, and he had no money. After thinking about it, he could only

I consider myself "unlucky".

Fortunately, when he left Ningyuan last time, he didn't spend a penny of the money allocated. This time, he also received part of the money from the night raid on the Tatar camp. Together with his previous savings, he finally got it.

Come out of this money.

However, Yang Zhen did not expect so much. After arranging these things, he took Yan San to inspect other camps. He also met Pan Wenmao, Xu Changyong, and Zu Keyong successively, and finally decided on the plan to go ashore to lure the enemy and

Ambush Tartars come in a variety of sizes.

It wasn't until the moon was high and the night was dark like water that Yang Zhen returned to his shack, lay down on the reed-floored shack, pulled over the tattered quilt, and soon fell asleep.

Before following Yang Zhen, Yan San had never been so tired. Although tired, it was still thrilling and exciting. It was exactly what a man should do!

Yan San, who had also been running around and working hard for a day, could hardly lift his eyes, but thinking about the experiences of his life these days, he felt a different kind of satisfaction.

Although he did not prepare bedding for the new arrival, he was not picky. He temporarily found Yang Zhan'ao's tattered felt blanket next to Yang Zhen's shack, lay down on a pile of warm reeds, and fell asleep.

Time passed quickly, as if he had just closed his eyes, two hours had passed, and Yan San suddenly woke up from his deep sleep.

He struggled to get up, poked his head out of the shack, looked at the sky, and saw that the moon seemed to have passed its zenith. He immediately woke up, simply packed his things, and came to wake up Yang Zhen.

In the absence of Yang Zhan'ao, he, the deputy captain of the personal army appointed by Yang Zhen, will take on this responsibility.

Yang Zhen had been very tired these past few days and was sleeping deeply at this time. However, because there was something on his mind, he woke up as soon as Yan San called.

The two of them packed up their things and came out, standing on the ground and looking into the distance. The lights were flickering near Yuan Jin's camp near the sea, and they were obviously making preparations.

Li Lu's camp was also rarely brightly lit, and action was already underway.

Looking closer, in the ditch not far from our feet, the left wing of the musketeers led by Zhang Chen and the right wing of the musketeers led by Zhang Guogan were also ready to go.

After last night's night attack on the Tatar camp, these people have also been tempered. From the adjutant leading the team to the "shed chief" and the soldiers, they all already know Yang Zhen's fighting style.

Especially after experiencing such a dangerous scene last night, no one of them died, but a few people suffered minor injuries of varying degrees, which greatly increased their confidence in the "Lumi Gun" in their hands.

The "Lumi Gun" in my hand was worthy of my reliance, and I became more courageous going up and down.

This time, everyone knew that they were ambushing the Tatars, and there were trenches and communication trenches where they could hide and retreat, so they did not worry about life or death.

The only thing that made everyone unhappy was that the trenches where everyone hid and the communication trenches where they retreated, as well as the horse traps specially designed to trap Tatar war horses, and even the pits where the grenadiers buried the "Ten Thousand Enemies" and Dragon King Cannon, all required muskets.

The soldiers on the left and right wings of the team started digging.

For this reason, we had to set off at midnight, unable to even get a full night's sleep.

If it weren't for the fact that no one was allowed to make noises or even speak loudly in the camp at night, Zhang Guogan would have spoken out in front of everyone what he had been muttering in his heart for countless times.

Seeing that the Musketeers were ready, Yang Zhen asked Yan San to go to the Grenadier camp under the banner of the advance battalion to order the assembly.

After a while, Yan San walked in front with a flag, and Li Lu and Pan Xi each led a team towards the camp on the left wing of the Musketeers.

Yang Zhen stood on the trench and shouted to Zhang Chen in a low voice: "Let's go!"

Zhang Chen immediately jumped out of the trench and raised the flag of the Musketeers. The soldiers on the left and right wings of the Musketeers seemed to have grown out of the ground. In an instant, they all jumped from the trench to the ground, divided into left and right wings, and quickly lined up.

Two teams.

They followed Zhang Chen and Zhang Guogan, while Zhang Chen and Zhang Guogan followed Yang Zhen. No one spoke, they just walked quietly towards the direction of Yuan Jin's camp.

Behind them were Li Lu and his grenadiers on the left and right wings, who were equally silent.

Arriving near Yuan Jin's camp, Yuan Jin came to meet him.

Yang Zhen met Yuan Jin again. The two of them had a tacit understanding. No one mentioned it before Zhang Degui came to help negotiate peace, as if such a thing had never happened.

But Yuan Jin knew that the naval battalion did not need to follow him to fight, and he also solved a major matter that he was worried about. When it came to the issue of Yang Zhen's troops taking the initiative to attack, his attitude became positive again, running forward and backward, and personally helping

Command liaison.

It only took about a quarter of an hour for everyone to successfully board the ship.

The musketeers and grenadiers under Yang Zhen originally had only about a hundred men in total. Last night, the left and right wings of the musketeers had been acting collectively. Except for a few injured, no musketeers were lost.

But the Grenadiers were different. Sixty people went out to fight, but only forty-eight came back alive, and several of them had injuries of varying severity.

Therefore, the number of people who followed Yang Zhen into the battle this time, including Yan San, the deputy captain of Yang Zhen's newly recruited personal army, were only eighty-nine in total, so it was very convenient to move.

If it weren't for the large amount of ammunition such as "Ten Thousand Enemies", "Dragon King Cannon", and "Hand Grenades" that need to be carried, these people would not need ten centipede boats at all. Five or six centipede boats would be enough.

Moreover, this movement of men, horses and ships, apart from Yuan Jin and Zhang Degui running forward and backward and waiting to see them off, did not even disturb the sleeping troops of Xu Changyong and Zu Keyong.

Yang Zhen and Zhang Chen, with a tent of musketry soldiers, sat at the front of a centipede boat steered by Yan San himself.

At this time, the tide had risen to a high level and had bypassed the southern end of the sandbar. The waterway between the sandbar and the reed marsh, which was originally only about two feet wide, was now a vast ocean.

If Yan San hadn't been left to lead the way, Yang Zhen might not have been able to find the waterway and road he went west to scout based on his own memory.

Fortunately, Yan San has been running at sea for many years and has a natural acumen for the terrain on the coast of Liaoning coast. With him at the helm, he soon led the entire small fleet, riding the rising tide, accurately and quickly.

Entering the reed marsh they had explored during the day.

The small river in the reed marsh that could barely be used by boats after low tide during the day has now turned into a wide waterway, and one can go all the way west and go deeper.

The sea breeze and tidal surge, coupled with the hard work of the oarsmen, made Yang Zhen's fleet of ten boats travel very fast in the reed marshes.

On the river in the reed marsh, there was no sound except the sound of wind and water.
Chapter completed!