Axiu smiled happily. She felt very happy when she heard others praise her man. She said, "My husband has worked hard and saved countless people. This is such a great merit."
Rong'er nodded repeatedly and said: "Jinzhou is very big, and even ten of our islands can't compare with it. Brother Jing can get promoted and build a bigger house."
Hmm - the girl tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "It's bigger than Jianlu's manor, and we need to recruit a few more servants."
Axiu chuckled, but shook his head and said: "You don't have to spend more money on food to recruit people. We are not that delicate. The house should not be too big. It can't be tidied up. It's scary when it's empty."
Ronger didn't talk back, but she didn't agree.
In her opinion, the bigger the official position that Brother Jing holds, the bigger the house he lives in should be commensurate with his status. The bigger the official position that Brother Jing has, the more favored she will be, and she must be respectful and please everyone.
Sister Xiu is still too honest and does not have the prestige of a high official's wife.
Ronger was thinking in her heart, but she didn't particularly care. She was still talking about what she heard and saw outside.
Ah Xiu is indeed a little too low-key, or rather reclusive, she doesn't like to go out often, and she's not very used to being respectful to others.
Guo Dajing thought this was fine and didn't make any demands. Personal temperaments were different. He wanted Axiu to be more cheerful, but there was no conflict between being low-key and cheerful.
At least, Axiu has basically got rid of the trouble caused by the broken arm and the haze in her heart. The deepest feelings are between the husband and wife, and Guo Dajing feels that his judgment is not wrong.
"I basically learned how to ski." Ronger raised her face proudly and said with a smile: "Many boys can only sit on the sled and slide down!"
Axiu knew a lot about skiing and had seen others skiing. She immediately warned with concern: "Be careful when skiing. Don't pick the steep slope. Just play on the gentle slope!"
Rong'er promised, but she didn't tell Axiu that she had been able to slide all the way down the steep slope.
Since the army practiced it, many people on the island also found it useful and began to learn to exercise. As for the children, they were naturally playing.
In Guo Dajing's view, this is both a sport and a practical skill. Once you learn it, you won't suffer. Just like riding a horse, he has to be able to do all the requirements for the army.
It's hard to practice cavalry charge, but it's not difficult to ride on horseback!
In the future, if there are more resources to raise horses, and equip the musketeers with war horses, they will become lancers, and their maneuvering speed will be greatly improved.
Regarding the development plan of the army, Guo Dajing had already made a clear plan. However, due to limited conditions, he could only be patient and implement it step by step.
"Sister Xiu, do you want to go back to your hometown in Daheishan?" Ronger suddenly thought of a topic, tilted her head and asked: "There are still a lot of household items left there, right?"
Daheishan, my hometown?!
Axiu was momentarily absent-minded. A trace of fear flashed in her eyes, and she remembered the pain and misery of being forcibly driven away from home. The relatives who died along the way and the suffering they suffered, it still hurts her heart to think about it now.
"Listen to Dajing." Axiu woke up slowly, forced a smile and said, "He is always thoughtful and will live wherever he says."
Ronger lowered her eyes and said in a dull voice, "I don't want to go back. I'll be scared when I see it."
Axiu touched Ronger's head and said warmly: "Dajing told me that most of the military family members live near Lushun Fort or the port, where they are safe."
"As long as I don't go back to my old village." Rong'er smiled slightly and said, "I don't want anything else. Anyway, I will have it wherever I live."
Deer Island, Guanglu Island, after escaping from the tiger's mouth and the wolf's den, Axiu and Ronger already have two families, but their situation is getting better and better.
Axiu and Ronger also look forward to moving to Jinzhou. Although they think it may be safer on the island, they both hope to have Guo Dajing by their side.
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Jinzhou has become the most important place for Dongjiang Town to develop, grow, and even survive.
Whether it is the army or the common people, whether it is high-level officials or ordinary soldiers and civilians, after the imperial court cut off food and salary, they all placed their hopes in Jinzhou.
Of course, this also has the influence and role of Guo Dajing's intentional promotion and publicity.
The imperial court was no longer trustworthy in Guo Dajing's eyes, and was even more dangerous than Jianlu; the emperor, in the mind of Guo Dajing, who had a later-generation mentality, was even more unworthy of loyalty.
How could an emperor who regarded the lives of his people like mosquitoes have the right to be so aloof, and what right did he have to ask his soldiers to keep his throne?
A country is a country, not a family and a world. The emperor cannot represent the country. Guo Dajing did not change the concept secretly. This is a theory that future generations will understand.
The battle is still going on. Guo Dajing is doing it to regain his country, for the soldiers and people of Dongjiang Town, and for himself and his relatives.
Jianlu continued to break through the weak blocking, thinking that the enemy had been exhausted, and became increasingly unable to stop its retreat.
But in front of the main position of Xiaoheishan, Jianlu hit an iron plate. His judgment and conclusion were completely overturned, but he was already trapped in a deep dilemma.
The main blocking position still lies across the main road, but on one side of the main road is the Yanchang Mountains of Xiaohei Mountain, which is heavily guarded. On the other side is a hilly area, which also has fortifications and powerful troops for blocking.
After Sorno arrived with his troops, he immediately began to organize an attack. However, the head-on attack from the defenders was like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, which surprised him.
Muskets roared, white smoke rose in bursts, and dense lead bullets were fired head-on, ignoring the Jianlu's armor and beating them to pieces.
Landmines exploded underfoot from time to time, and in the rising black smoke, gravel and shrapnel flew out, knocking down one prisoner after another.
Sorno dispatched two strong troops in the hilly area, hoping to repeat the success of repelling the enemy several times before. However, these six hundred captives fell into a bloody purgatory, struggling to move under the strong firepower of the defenders, and suffered heavy casualties.
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Although they did not receive the order to retreat, the Jianlu soldiers still showed off their bravery and continued to charge forward regardless of casualties.
Getting closer and closer to the position built by the defenders, there was a long wall of ice and snow. Outside the wall stood two rows of obstacles with flashing gun tips pointing diagonally toward the sky.
Boom, boom, boom! Suddenly, the three Fran cannons on the position sprayed out dense pellets, almost completely blocking the frontal area of the roundabout Jianlu.
From a distance of thirty to fifty meters, dense artillery fire like rain caused a lot of casualties to Jianlu, and the momentum of the impact was stopped.
This wasn't over yet, the artillerymen were rapidly changing their guns, and the other three Franco machines roared again, firing countless projectiles.
The advantage of the Fran cannon is that it can quickly change the muskets and fire quickly. However, Guo Dajing felt that this was not enough and ordered the artillery to also adopt the musket firing tactic to ensure a faster rate of fire.
The deterrent effect of the artillery was obvious, buying time for the muskets to show off again. A row of muskets fired, and then another row, completely stopping the prisoners fifty meters in front of the position.
Maintaining an effective firing range with the enemy and using the power of the musket to inflict continuous damage has become a staunch tactical strategy of the defenders.
Although the longest range of the heavy musket can reach more than two hundred meters, it is already at the end of its power and cannot guarantee accuracy and lethality.
Within a hundred meters, or even around fifty meters, is the effective range of the musket, and its accuracy and armor-piercing power are at its best.
Of course, this distance is also within the killing range of Jianlu's bow and arrow. However, with the help of the protection of fortifications, sword and shield soldiers, and the armor on his body, casualties have been minimized.
This is war, and casualties are inevitable unless there is a huge gap in weapons. For example, tanks, cannons, and machine guns, against troops with cold weapons.
"Fire!" Zhang Xifan roared loudly, and several arrows landed next to him, but did not affect him.
As a small leader of the Korean volunteers, he stood up to resist the Jianlu invasion and witnessed his home being destroyed and his compatriots killed. His deep-seated hatred for the Jianlu was all condensed into the lead bullets fired.
Seeing Jianlu being hit in the chest and abdomen, as if being hit by a heavy hammer, and falling down with blood and flesh splattering, Zhang Xifan felt extremely happy.
The gun butt pressed against him and he paused backwards. Even with a special shoulder pad, the recoil was still considerable.
But Zhang Xifan had become accustomed to it, so he put away the gun and passed it back, took another musket, installed the match rope, and continued to aim.
After undergoing rigorous training on Guanglu Island, Guo Dajing did not take care of them just because they were Koreans who volunteered to help.
It was hard work and exhaustion for sure, but it gave the Korean martyrs new hope, learned new tactics and new ways of fighting, and their confidence in defeating the Jianlu was growing day by day.
It doesn't take much. If there are five or six hundred heavy muskets guarding Uiju City, it will be difficult for the Jianlu to break through easily. They will definitely be beaten with corpses everywhere.
The defenders of each city are equipped in this way and can fight bravely. Jianlu can't even think about marching in. A few successful defensive battles are enough to exhaust Jianlu's ferocity.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Xifan saw his comrade next to him, who was also his compatriot, gritting his teeth and aiming at the enemy.
He was hit by an arrow in his shoulder, which did not penetrate deeply into his flesh. He pulled it out. He refused to be replaced by his comrades and continued to kill the enemy with all his strength.
"Fire!" Zhang Xifan, the team officer, issued the order again, quickly stabilized his body, aimed at the enemy, and pulled the trigger.
Boom! The muskets fired another salvo, white smoke rose, and a strong smell of nitrous sulfur filled the air.
The smell was so good. Zhang Xifan felt extremely happy when he saw that the target he was aiming at was shot twice, his arms were blown away, he was spinning like a scarecrow, and fell down with a rain of blood.
There were two thousand troops defending the flanks. Not only were they equipped with light and heavy muskets and Fran cannons, but they also had a clear numerical advantage.
Under the fierce firepower, the two Niulu soldiers suffered heavy casualties. With less than a hundred people left, they retreated in embarrassment.
More than a hundred spearmen, sword and shield soldiers immediately came out, rushed onto the battlefield, and mercilessly killed the wounded soldiers and harvested their heads.
I have never experienced hand-to-hand combat, but cleaning the battlefield is also a test of courage. One by one, the fierce captives were killed like pigs and dogs, so how could I still be afraid of them?
An injured Jianlu barely stood up with a knife on his back. His body was covered in blood but his eyes were fierce, and he let out a beast-like roar from his throat, and he took on a fighting stance.
"Make you fierce!"
"Let you scream!"
Several spearmen yelled and cursed and surrounded him. Their spears stabbed fiercely, and with the terrifying sound of the spear tip penetrating flesh, Jianlu was shot twice and fell to the ground.
Puff puff……
Regardless of whether they are dead or alive, the pikemen must replenish their guns one by one. This is the most effective safety method, and it was also repeatedly emphasized during previous training.
The sword and shield hand chopped them into pieces, picked up the bloody heads by their braids, and put them into a large basket.
Jianlu is invincible, who is talking nonsense? Jianlu is fierce and invincible, that's all, nonsense...
As Guo Dajing went into battle, victory after victory boosted the fighting spirit and confidence of the officers and soldiers, regardless of the scale.
A victorious army naturally has the aura to despise the enemy and will inevitably win. The officers and soldiers of Guanglu Island have already shown signs of victory, but they are still far from Guo Dajing's standard.
Jianlu is nothing more than that!!
Zhang Pan observed from behind the formation and sighed. His troops were in reserve and had no chance to fight yet.
This was also Guo Dajing's deliberate arrangement. In addition to being most at ease with his own unit, he also wanted other troops to learn from it.
The pattern of war has changed, and the half-hot and half-cold combat will become the tactics of the entire Dongjiang Army for a long time.
Field battles can be planned in the long term, but defense based on strongholds must be familiar and fully mastered.
As long as it is not winter and the ground does not freeze, civil fortifications that can be constructed quickly will become the Dongjiang Army's biggest reliance.
Killing Jianlu in the defensive battle and winning in the subsequent counterattack also inspired the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army and improved their combat effectiveness and confidence.
"The time to launch the operation was really well chosen." Yu Liangtai, a fellow reserve supporter of the Great and Small Changshan Mountains, also expressed emotion at the side, "Muskets are afraid of rain, but now they don't have such worries."
Everyone knows that matchlocks are afraid of rain and snow, and this is one of the reasons why muskets were not taken too seriously in the Ming army.
Zhang Pan pondered for a moment and said: "The positions outside Lushun Fort are all covered with shelters to prevent rain and snow. If we are fighting in the wild, we can be protected if we are not in a hurry."
Yu Liangtai nodded and said: "Heavy muskets are sharp for breaking armor, and light muskets can be used for both long-range shooting and close combat. General Guo has studied them thoroughly and is extremely skilled in using them."
"Because of this, he has the confidence to stop the Jianlu." Zhang Pan smiled and said: "The troops are equal, our firepower is fierce, and the territory is advantageous. The Jianlu will not be able to successfully retreat without paying the price."
Yu Liangtai narrowed his eyes and said: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through our army's blockade even if we pay a price. Worryingly, it will not be easy to deal with only the reinforcements sent by Jianlu in Liaoyang."
Zhang Pan lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "The navy has returned to Lushun, and maybe Commander Mao will send reinforcements."
As long as the danger in Fort Port Arthur is completely eliminated, it is not difficult to mobilize another three to five thousand troops. Of course, the equipment and combat power of the reinforcements must be weaker.
Yu Liangtai nodded slightly, then sighed softly and said: "Compared with the army of Guanglu Island, we are a little ashamed!"
Zhang Pan smiled casually and said: "There is indeed a gap, but it is also temporary. As long as we stay in Jinzhou, it is best to be under the command of General Guo. There will be no shortage of artillery and muskets."