Chapter 527 The final battle of the Qing Dynasty has begun! (Please vote, please order!)
In the fifth year of Xianfeng, on the first day of the eighth month, the third hour of Yin.
On the Yongding River Plain, the morning mist had not yet dissipated. Mathilde Bonaparte held a French saber tightly and stood on a high ground behind the left-wing artillery position of the Beiyang New Army. Wherever she looked in front of her, there was Changxindian, the most important stronghold of the Taiping Army, east of the Yongding River.
Although she could only vaguely see the outline of Changxindian now. But she knew that in the past few days, while the front line of Yongding River was covered by rain, the Taiping Army had been improving their fortifications as much as possible. According to the daytime, the Taiping Army had already improved their fortifications. In the investigation, three winding snake-shaped trenches had appeared on the west bank of the Yongding River. In front of the trenches was Luzhai and behind it was a low chest wall. Although the chest wall was not high, Mathilde's military advisers Tell her that the low chest wall is hard to be destroyed by artillery fire!
Therefore, the 108 12-pound cannons she prepared for Li Hongzhang may be difficult to tear open the Taiping Army's defense line for the attacking infantry.
If her dear Li Hongzhang wants to break through the solid defense line of the Taiping Army, the best tactic should be to use the advantage of military strength to pull the Taiping Army's defense line, deploy the main force on the two wings of the front line, adopt the "strong edge, weak edge" layout, and restrain one wing, The main attacking wing was the same as the layout of her great uncle Emperor Napoleon I in the Battle of Waterloo!
Thinking of the Battle of Waterloo, Mathilde's heart jumped, and his right hand tightly grasped his saber - this was a saber that had participated in many battles, including the Battle of Waterloo. It was originally a commander of the French army in the Battle of Waterloo. Marshal Michel Ney of the cavalry, shortly after the Battle of Waterloo, was arrested and sentenced to death by the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty.
"Mati, don't be nervous. This time it's 150,000 to 100,000. This is not counting the old and weak in the beggars, so we still have an advantage!" Li Hongzhang's voice sounded in Matilde's ears. French is becoming more and more fluent, and it also brings a Corsican accent that some people from the Bonaparte family deliberately retain, "And you propose a strategy that is feasible, as long as you use it properly, you will definitely win! Marty, I am really here to meet you Li Hongzhang is such a great blessing in his life!”
Mathilde turned his head to see the voice of Li Hongzhang, and saw that the newly cut peacock feather of Li, who had arrived behind him at some point, trembled in the morning breeze, just like Napoleon was crowned in the gallery of Fontainebleau Palace. Golden leaves.
Mathilde was in a much better mood now and quickly stepped forward to give his "His Majesty the Emperor", but saw Zeng Guofan walking towards him with several aides, so he had to give up.
"Shaoquan," Zeng Guofan's hoarse voice sounded, "You two came earlier than me!"
Li Hongzhang quickly turned around and looked at the mentor. Zeng Guofan's eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he obviously had not been asleep again. He was holding a volume of "The Art of War" in his hand, and the pages could already be turned over.
"Don't worry," Li Hongzhang made a full head, "The student has asked De Zong Town (Devikine, Li Hongzhang's French military adviser) to deploy all 108 cannons. Just wait for your order, you can fire all the cannons at the same time.
It's right."
"Send the order!" Zeng Guofan suddenly raised his voice, "Just now, tens of thousands of cannons were fired, and the left and right wings of the Taiping Army was slammed for an hour. At 3 o'clock, the first round of infantry charge was launched!"
"Get orders!"
Li Hongzhang clasped his fists at Zeng Guofan, then turned his head and nodded at Mathilde. Mathilde immediately pulled out the saber that Marshal Ney had used, raised it high, and then yelled heavily in French:
"Open fire. God bless my emperor!"
When she shouted this slogan, her blue eyes were staring straight at Li Hongzhang.
The moment the fifty-four heavy cannons fired together, the earth was like a chessboard overturned by a giant. Li Hongzhang, who raised his telescope, happened to see three arson bullets drew scarlet parabolas in the air, and accurately fell into the right trench of the Taiping Army - where it rose.
Dozens of fire crows flew out from the flames, which were originally straw soldiers set up by Yang Xiuqing.
Looking up the building on the other side, Yang Xiuqing untied the gilded thousand-mile mirror at his waist. The words "Heavenly Father, Heavenly Brother, Heavenly King Taiping Heavenly Kingdom" engraved on the barrel were slightly shining by the artillery fire on both wings of the Hunan-Huai Alliance.
When he was thinking about Zeng Guofan and Li Hongzhang were making what he was going on, his foreign brother Winster White suddenly spoke: "The King of the East, the Qing Yao's formation on the opposite side seemed to be with Emperor Napoleon in the Battle of Waterloo
The formation is almost the same!”
Yang Xiuqing was stunned: "Napoleon? Waterloo"
In the night, a fire dragon is still rolling forward on the official road from Tianjin to Beijing!
This is the 12,000 elite troops of the First Division of the Taiping Army led by Luo Yaoguo and Su Sanniang, including a battalion of light cavalry and 36 6 kilograms of field cannons produced by the Shanghai Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau.
Since yesterday morning, more than 10,000 people have been moving forward at the speed of a marching force, and have only rested for less than two hours. Although everyone is sweating profusely at this moment, their steps do not mean to stop at all.
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Luo Yaoguo was also in the queue, but now he no longer pretends to share the joys and sorrows with his soldiers. As the real leader of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, he no longer needs to waste his energy on this matter.
So this time he was heading towards Beijing City with Su Sanniang and Wanzhen in a Western four-wheeled carriage prepared for him by Bo Yong.
When the Western carriage ran over the bluestone official road, Luo Yaoguo's "Tiantian Mirror" was flashing through a series of old photos of Beijing. Wanzhen leaned against him staring at the flashing walls of the Beijing city in the mirror, and suddenly saw the archery tower of Zhengyangmen.
Four Maxim machine guns - that is a future image that she will never understand.
Wanzhen was worried about her sister, so she finally raised the courage to ask: "Prince, are you contacting Brother Tian? What did he say?"
Luo Yaoguo looked up at the little girl. He found that the sky outside was already dark, probably at around five o'clock in the morning: "Wanzhen, don't worry. This is the last battle of the Qing Dynasty!"
"The last battle?" Wanzhen's expression was a little complicated, "After the fight, will the Qing Dynasty be gone?"
"Not necessarily," Luo Yaoguo shook his head, "Maybe it's in name only?" He suddenly made a deep voice, pushed open the car window, and asked loudly to a cavalry outside the window, "Where are you now?"
"Xihewu, just passed Xihewu!"
Luo Yao Guolu: "Send the order and accelerate your progress. You must go to Beijing tonight!"
Beijing, Forbidden City.
When the Naras counted to the sixty-sixth cannon, the sound of thunder rolling outside finally came to an abrupt end.
Nara exhaled: "Is this the fight finished?"
Sushun shook his head and said, "It's just started!" He took out an English pocket watch and opened it. "The shelling of an hour has just ended, and next is the first wave of charge from the Hunan Army's beggar army!"
"Just the first wave?" Naralaner asked, "I wonder how many books Zeng Guofan has prepared?"
"Fifty thousand!" Su Shun stretched out a slap, "The 50,000 beggars are not Zeng Guofan's elite, but just a mob. Although it is a mob, it can also consume Hong Xiuquan and Yang Xiuqing's troops! After attacking for a few waves,
Send out elite troops again!”
Naralan nodded: "Ci is not in charge of the army, Zeng Guofan is doing well!"
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"Report to the Empress Dowager, Shenjiying urgently!"
Feng Guifen hurriedly rushed in and handed a military report he had just received to the Queen Mother of the Holy Mother. Naralaner took the note and opened it. The originally stretched brows tightened: "Senggelinqin and Du
Han is heading towards Deshengmen. What do they want to do? Do you care about the Nian Army in the north of the city?"
Sushun stood up: "Empress Dowager, they may have been scared away by the twisted zipper. I'll just go and block them back!"
Naralan nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work!"
In the Hanyuan Hall of Yingtai, Emperor Xianfeng had already changed into the emperor's court uniform and sat upright on the kang, with a waxy face without a trace of madness, and there was a clear light in his eyes.
The artillery fire dyed the morning mist of the Yongding River red. Twelve pounds of shells tear open the wet air and exploded waves of mud on the Taiping Army's position. Yang Xiuqing, who was standing behind the bunker of Changxindian Fortress, squinted his eyes and looked at him.
His own wings that were being bombarded did not order a counterattack - he did not provide him with ammunition! Yang Xiuqing's fingertips stroked the gilded hilt of the Seven-Star Sword at his waist, and was planning to Li Hongzhang's Beiyang Army to the end.
Which wing will it launch its main attack?
Suddenly, he smelled a slight burning smell - it was the burning arson bomb that ignited the scarecrow behind the deer fort.
"The East King made a brilliant plan!" Hong Renyu laughed and unfolded the folding fan. "Zeng Li Erzhe's shells were all empty. Now we can let our brothers push them from behind the second chest wall and then go up?"
It turned out that Yang Xiu knew that the Beiyang artillery was powerful in the early morning, so he simply let the Taiping Army, who was originally guarding the first trench retreat along the traffic trench at the beginning of the other party's artillery bombardment - this method was taught by Luo Yaoguo!
When Yang Xiuqing thought of Luo Yaoguo, his eyelids jumped.
The sound of gong suddenly sounded on the other side. Tens of thousands of beggars rushed to the cold Yongding River like locusts crossing the border. Now the water in the Yongding River is not deep, so it can be completely ripped. The blue cloth headscarf connected into a turbid wave, from Zhang from Shandong.
As Si was wrapped in the second array, and when his straw sandals stepped into the cold river, he saw the men in the front row suddenly fading half apart - the Taiping sharpshooters on the other side suddenly opened fire, and they also had Minnie guns!
The supervising team flashed the golden teeth in the smoke of gunpowder: "Cross the river and appreciate three kilograms of rice! Beheading one level, you can carry it into the Eight Banners of Beg for Life!" Before he finished speaking, a gunfire flashed across the position of the Taiping Army opposite.
Jinya suddenly burst into tears, and brain matter and blood splattered Zhang Asi's face.
Then someone continued to shout: "Those who retreated died, and only those who moved forward had a way out. Beheaded one level is the Eight Banners children who have eaten imperial grain for generations! They will never be hungry or frozen again..."
Chapter completed!