"Quick! Remove the bags and boxes, push these big trucks onto the pontoon bridge, and arrange them in a row!"

"Don't worry, install it slowly, the gun must be installed..."

"Zhao Hongkui...they all the cannons are left to you. Remember to test the shooting yourself, one by one!"

"Master Guo, please bring people to move all the rebels to the official road, blocking the official road layer by layer!"

"Su Zhanshan, you can take the people up and guard the floating bridge first!"

"Where are you here! Tie these demons into a string, then drive them to the camp and watch them with cavalry. Whoever dares to run away will trample on the horse's hooves to death!"

"Who is this Qing Yao covered in blood? Is he a high official? What's his name? Ah, Li Chenggong? OK, take it out and treat it casually, and then leave it to Mrs. Su to take good care of it!"

Just as Liu Jinzhong and Fengmingshan, the two Qing demon heads, were busy mobilizing their troops and preparing to launch a counterattack along the floating bridge.

Zhu Hesheng's subordinates had completely controlled the bridgehead positions, camps and cannons on the north bank of Beixi Bridge, and also captured three or four hundred Qingde prisoners. Among them, one or two hundred were green camp soldiers crying and robbing the earth, and many soaked civilians and regiments. By the way, there was also Li Chenggong, the Qingde leader who was seriously injured and only half of his life, left...

Zhu Hesheng placed his central army on the cannon base located on the bank of the North Stream, next to the camp and the entrance of the floating bridge.

At this moment, he was frowning and studying a rusty "old cannon", while ordering Lin Ahu, Su Zhanshan, Zhao Hongkui, Guo Shiye, and several other temporary officers to arrange defenses - Zhu Hesheng now has a small army of officers, and most of the "members" come from the second generation of the rebel army from Dananshan, namely Su Zhanshan and Zhao Hongkui.

Of course, there are also older people, such as Lin Ahu from the Lin family in Narita, Su Yong from the Su family in Jinghai Fort, and Master Guo Youde from the old man Yu who changed jobs.

Su Yong is now leading some of the Dananshan rebel army and some of the rural soldiers from Takai, Narita, and Takata Sandu to act together with Qiu Hui and others.

Lin Ahu followed Zhu Hesheng as a deputy general, while Guo Shiye became a guest star. The plan for the raid on Beixi Bridge was formulated by the two of them, as well as Daboling and Zhu Hesheng.

In addition, Lin Ahu is also a professional gunner who can control artillery casually, which is also the reason why Zhu Hesheng led him to attack Beixi Bridge. Zhu Hesheng had already received news before sending troops that Mi Sihan had set up four red-clothed cannons from Guangzhou to Nanxi Bridge, Beixi Bridge, to block the river channel, so he wondered if it was possible to grab a red-clothed cannon for his own use.

Now I am really rushing for a cannon, but this cannon looks a bit worn out! There are also words made by Chongzhen six years ago... These are old cannons from thirty-eight years ago, and they are also rusty cast iron cannons. Can this still be used? Can it not explode?

So Zhu Hesheng asked Lin Ahu to take a closer look.

"Young master, this gun should... be useful. There are no cracks on the surface. The inside of the gun barrel is smooth and the rust is not too severe."

Lin Ahu has finished the inspection and has reported to Zhu Hesheng happily.

Zhu Hesheng frowned. Of course, he was not relieved of this beast cannon. Although he was not a professional metallurgy, he still knew that casting iron cannons had high requirements for craftsmanship. The craftsmen in Foshan, Guangdong could only barely master it, and the yield rate of casting was very low.

In fact, before the invention of Rodman casting method, the yield rate of Western cast iron cannons was not high, about 10% or 20%.

So Zhu Hesheng turned his eyes to the seven trembling Qing army gunners. When Zhu Hesheng's cavalry slowly rushed to the cannon base, these guys were stunned on the cannon base. Their cannons did not have movable cannon stands, so it was difficult to turn left and right, so they could not turn the cannons to bombard Zhu Hesheng's cavalry. Moreover, they had no spears to deal with the cavalry, no muskets or bows, and only a few waist knives that they were not very good at using. Seeing the "Eight Banners of Oboi" could only kneel down and surrender.

But after they surrendered, they realized that they had surrendered wrongly... It was not Oboi, but Zhu San's Grandson Zhu and the Grand Historians, and the cavalry were not the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers, but a group of Guangdong fellow villagers.

This is a tragedy. This grandson of Zhu San must not be able to defeat the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers by a group of Guangdong people. He turned around and suppressed them. Wouldn't they who surrendered to the Third Grandson become rebels?

Rebellion...it is to be beheaded!

Just as he thought of beheading his head, he saw Zhu Hesheng walking towards them with a "Kanto Sweeper Knife".

Is this going to be beheaded?

The seven gunners were immediately shocked, and their feet were weak and they knelt down, and then they cried and begged.

Zhu Hesheng smiled and said, "Don't be afraid... If you don't behead, just cut your braids. If you cut your braids, you can't throw them into the Tartars. If you throw them into the Tartars, you will be beheaded!"

As he said that, he picked up the braids of the seven gunners one by one and cut them off.

Zhu Hesheng had just finished cutting his braids, and there were rumbling cannons on the south bank of the North Stream!

He quickly turned his head and looked at the south bank of the North Stream. Before he could see any signs, a young gunner who had just cut his braid and had no convenience before his hair grew out took the initiative to report.

"King, that's a red-clothed cannon placed by Qing Gou on the cannon on the other side of the river, firing the cannon..."

Zhu Hesheng glanced at him and found that he was a pretty young man. He was in his twenties, with beautiful eyes and no beard. He looked a little sissy!

"What's your name?" Zhu Hesheng asked looking at the little white face.

"The little one's surname is Cui, Xingliu, and the king calls the little one Cuiliu."

"Can you shoot?" Zhu Hesheng asked.

"Yes!" Cui Liu nodded, "My ancestral home is Fengyang. The family is full of gunners for 18 generations, and the ancestral craftsmanship is passed down..."

Well, the ancestors were all "gunners" in the 18th generation, and they were also from Fengyang Prefecture. Didn't his ancestors fight the Tartars with Zhu Yuanzhang?

"Okay!" Zhu Hesheng smiled, "It's still my founding hero of the Ming Dynasty!"

"I dare not, I dare not, my ancestors were just a thousand families, so I can't be considered a hero." Cui Liu's face was full of heroic spirit, and he looked less sissy, "But the young man had the ambition to follow the third grandson to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty and become a hero of the Ming Dynasty!"

Huo, he is still an ambitious sissy!

Zhu He nodded with praise, "Okay, you are the ancestral gunner, and that red cannon is also the ancestral one... This ancestral gunner must be accurate with the ancestral cannon!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed to the north gate tower of Jieyang City across the river, "Cui Liu, have you seen the city gate tower opposite? Just aim at it and hit it! Keep hitting it until it collapses!"

As long as the city tower is collapsed, when the big boss Hui, Chen Yonghua and Liu Guoxuan's troops arrive, will Jieyang be at his fingertips?

When Cui Liu heard Zhu Hesheng's order, he was overjoyed - to hit Chengguan! Chengguan is tall and big, and it is just a hit person. If Zhu Hesheng asked Cui Liu to hit the opposite cannon grass. The cannon grass is too small and short, and it is difficult to hit.

After Zhu Hesheng gave the order, he said to Lin Ahu who was following him: "Thulin, you are supervising the battle here, I will go to the floating bridge to stare... Remember, keep aiming at the city gate and firing cannons until it collapses!"

"Get orders!"

After the explanation, Zhu Hesheng took a few young soldiers to the gun-stripping position. This time he brought a total of two disassembled counterweight gun-stripping guns and forty large "fried balls". If used properly, it would be enough for the Qing army in Jieyang City to drink a pot.

However, before the Qing demon leaders of Jieyang City could be experienced by Liu Jinzhong and Feng Mingshan, the two of them could understand the power of "Zhuge Tianlei", they had already tasted the power of their "rebellious" red cannons.

Aren’t they just supervising the battle at the north gate of Jieyang City?

As a result, the "Eighteenth Generation Artillery" Cui Liu really had some of his ancestral artillery skills. The first shot hit the city wall near the north gate of Jieyang City - a target of three or four meters high and four or five meters wide was only less than three meters away. This ancestral artillery technique is still very reliable.

Although he did not hit the city tower directly, the vibration and loud noise caused by the iron ball weighing more than ten pounds hit the city wall still scared Liu Jinzhong and Fengmingshan.

Both of them shivered, but they immediately regained their calmness... It's not that people can feel that they are afraid of the enemy!

But after a while, the second shot was fired again, and it was even closer. It was less than one meter away from the north gate of Jieyang City. The shells were hit on a warhead, causing gravel and broken bricks to fly everywhere, and hit many civilians and regiments guarding the city walls, making these people scream.

After a while, it was the third shot again, which was impartially hitting the walls of the north gate of Jieyang City. Although it did not cause any harm to the Qing army above and below the city, Liu Jinzhong, Fengmingshan and the others were in a state of fury!

How could this be shot without any mistake? If you continue to attack like this, the Beiguan Tower in Jieyang City will collapse sooner or later. When the boss Hui's people arrive again, it will be over.

Also, who is firing? Why is it so accurate?

And why did the red-clothed cannon on his side fight without hitting anything?

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, and said, "Prefect Feng, please rest assured here... I want to go down to supervise the battle and arrange a counterattack in person. We must take back the floating bridge and the artillery towers on the opposite side!"

What? Feng Mingshan was stunned and thought to himself: "You want to flash people and let me be bombarded here? This is not possible!"

However, Liu Jinzhong was not a subordinate of Fengmingshan, and now he was not a middle-year Qing Dynasty with the nobles and military officials.
Chapter completed!