Ten miles south of Jurgen City, on the north bank of Suifen River.
Fukang'an was crossing the pontoon with the Chinese guards when he faintly heard the sound of gunfire coming from the northwest. He turned to the participants behind him and asked: "There is already fighting over at Duerjia."
It’s over! How’s it going at Ejunmen?”
"Commander, the Ejunmen side just sent someone to report that they have all crossed the pontoon bridge!"
"Okay! Let the forward battalion protect you and push the cannon up first, and the firearms battalion quickly follow up! The whole army will be arrayed five miles away! Duerjia can't hold it for long!"
Although there was light snow in the sky at this time, the wind was not strong. The Qing army used the dried wood carried by the army to build the pontoon bridge, and many sheepskin airbags were tied to both sides of the bridge, which was quite stable. As for Zhao Xin's side
In order to free Fukang'an for the decisive battle across the river, no bombardment of the pontoon bridge was arranged.
In the marching queue, military songs gradually began to sound. The soldiers sang "Thirty Songs of Victory Made by the Qianlong Emperor" when he pacified Jinchuan and Da Jinchuan in the 41st year of Qianlong's reign. The flattery of the military counselor was a perfect example of his weakness.
When Fukangan heard this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"On the ugly night of the 24th Mid-Autumn Festival, a red flag was handed out in the Mulan camp. I couldn't sleep and asked for military reports, but I said I could only see it tonight. The road is 17,000 miles away, and it leads to more than ten dynasties and eight dynasties. It can be seen that everyone has the same heart.
Ambition, good deeds and rewards will come naturally."
Not far away, the rapid sound of horse hooves came. Fukangan turned his head and saw a cavalryman without a helmet and covered in blood passing through the gap in the queue. Before the horse could stop, the sergeant came from behind.
He immediately rolled down, staggered to Fukang'an, and threw himself to the ground.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief that Dujunmen has been defeated! Our troops on the Western Front suffered heavy casualties."
Fukangan felt a thump in his heart, his vision suddenly went dark, and he was about to fall back. The two guards behind him immediately supported him. After all, Fukangan was a battle-hardened man, and he quickly
After regaining consciousness, he quickly asked the sergeant: "Where are the Duerjia people?"
"Dujunmen led his troops withdrew to the main camp and is no longer able to fight anymore."
"How much is the loss?"
"Not even one of the musketry and artillery battalions survived, and most of the cavalry was lost."
After hearing this, Fukang'an's throat felt sweet, and a bloody smell surged up. He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "Dulga bastard! That's more than seven thousand people!"
The sergeant whimpered and cried: "Commander, the thieves' firearms are really powerful! Our army was a hundred steps away from the enemy, and the thieves' formation fired thousands of cannons. Many of our brothers were smashed to pieces, and even their corpses could not be found."
Fukang'an looked up blankly into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at. When he looked back, he noticed that many of the marching soldiers turned their heads to look at him, slowing down their steps, with a look of surprise on their faces.
Uncertain expression.
"The morale of the army must not be disturbed!" Fukangan's face slowly turned from ferocious to calm. He looked at the crying sergeant at his feet, and murderous intent suddenly arose. Then he shouted: "Shut up! How dare you lie about the military situation!" After speaking, he said to the side of him.
The soldier winked.
The soldier was a domestic servant who had been with him for more than 20 years. He understood it as soon as he saw the look in his master's eyes. So with a wave of his hand, two burly Chinese army guards came over, picked up the sergeant and headed back.
Walk.
The sergeant was stunned for a moment and just kept begging for mercy: "Commander! Commander!"
"What the hell are you doing for food?!" The soldier cursed in a low voice, and at the same time he pulled off a piece of cotton cloth from his waist, rolled it twice and stuffed it into the sergeant's mouth.
"Hmm."
"Crack!" The sword flashed, and the sergeant's head rolled twice on the ground, and a burst of blood shot out onto the snow-covered slope.
Fukang'an didn't look back, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously a few times. Feeling that his mood had stabilized a little, he asked a young general behind him: "Is there any news from Ushhada?
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"Back to the Marshal, there's no news yet."
Fukang'an turned around and said to the general: "Guang Tinggong arranged for you to be with me because he wanted you to learn more about battle formations. I have an errand for you now, and I don't worry about others."
This general's name is Na Yangui, and he is Agui's eldest grandson. He is twenty-four years old this year. He flat-chested and made a military salute, and said in a deep voice: "Please give me your orders, Commander-in-Chief."
Fukang'an stretched out his hand, took out a command arrow from Geshiha who was holding the command arrow box next to him, and whispered to Na Yangui: "Take the command arrow, pick twenty guards from the Chinese army, and go to Duerjia
Our camp, please help me stabilize the morale of the army!"
"I humbly obey my orders!"
"See what's going on with Durga and send someone to report to me immediately. Remember, there can be no chaos on the Western Front no matter what! Go!"
After a while, Fukangan felt a little more at ease when he saw Na Yangui and his people roaring away. The soldiers helped him into the sedan, lowered the curtain, and then said to the bearer outside: "Let's go."
Fukangan in the sedan leaned on the back of the chair, with a pool of black and red seeping out of the white silk handkerchief he held in his hand.
At the same time, six miles east of Fuldan City, in the dense forest to the north of a small hill, Ushhada walked around waving his whip, looking up at the top of the hill from time to time, with an anxious look on his face.
Five thousand men of the Eastern Route Army have been lying in wait here for three days, but they haven't encountered a carriage transporting grain and grass. Ushhada sent forward scouts from the forward battalion to search on various mountain roads, but they didn't even see a ghost.
On!
He also sent scouts to investigate the situation in Fuldan City. According to the scouts' reports, there seemed to be two to three thousand people living in Fuldan City, and there were people patrolling the city walls day and night; and the original old city had been reinforced and had four gates.
All have been renovated.
"Did these thieves hoard a large amount of food and grass in Fuldan City? Otherwise, how could they support the defense of thousands of people."
"Sir, the commander-in-chief has sent someone here!"
Ushhada was muttering to himself that the messenger sent by Fukang'an had arrived.
"Mr. Wu! Sir, the commander ordered the Eastern Route Army to ignore the thieves in the food road and fire, attack Fuldan City quickly, and cooperate with the attack on the southern front! This is the token and the commander's personal letter." This messenger was sent before dawn.
So we set off and rode around for two hours. Now we were so tired that we were out of breath.
Ushihada took the token and checked it, confirming that it was correct; he also took out Fukang'an's autographed letter and read it again, and then laughed and said: "The two southwest fronts have been fully launched! It's the right time for a man to perform meritorious service and serve the imperial court!"
Brothers! Let’s have a fucking good fight in a while, and I’ll ask the commander to give you credit!”
"tie!"
After saying that, he said to the messenger: "Go back and report to the commander immediately, and we will send troops immediately!"
"tie!"
At noon, the snow became lighter. Outside the trench of Jurgen's Western Front position, Monk Zhou followed dozens of soldiers from his company, holding up rifles with bayonets, and looking among the corpses of the Qing soldiers. When he walked to a
When he stood in front of the corpse of an archer dressed in animal skins, he first touched it with the bayonet in his hand. When he saw no response, he was about to stab it again with the bayonet when he saw the man beneath him move slightly.
"There's someone alive here!" As soon as Monk Zhou finished speaking, two Beihai townspeople carrying a stretcher ran over. They found that the archer was still alive, so they put it on the stretcher and trotted towards the back of the trench.
There were several flat four-wheeled carriages in the past. All the surviving wounded soldiers of the Qing army would be put on the carriages and then transported to the medical center in Fuldan City.
On the heavy machine gun and anti-aircraft gun positions, the shooters and assistant shooters were busy cleaning the guns, replacing the barrels, and loading ammunition. Liu Sheng sat next to the M2HB he controlled, smoking a cigarette in a daze.
Zhao Xin walked over from the headquarters with his rifle and Guisheng, and said to Liu Sheng: "I'll leave the Western Front to you. I'll go to the trenches in the south to have a look. I'll also go to Lao Chen's side to have a look."
Liu Sheng said without raising his head: "Isn't there a phone?"
"I don't feel at ease, so I have to take a look to feel reassured." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he squatted next to Liu Sheng, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it, leaned closer and whispered: "What's wrong?"
Liu Sheng took a deep breath from his cigarette, exhaled a long stream of white air, and said slowly: "If they hadn't encountered us, the Qing army would not be weak! How come they lost the Opium War? I really don't understand."
Zhao Xin did not answer him. This could not be explained clearly in a few words. A single sentence of "the corruption and incompetence of the Qing government" was not enough to explain the reason behind it. He stood up and patted Liu Sheng on the shoulder, turned around and took Guisheng on his horse.
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In the trenches on the southern front, the first battalion led by Ding Guofeng, Sheng Haizhou and the third battalion led by Pingtai already knew the news of the great victory on the western front. When they saw Zhao Xin coming on horseback, the soldiers in the trenches cheered.
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"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!" Sheng Haizhou, Pingtai and other soldiers all looked at Zhao Xin with admiration. It was this man who led them all the way to the wild land through hardships and waves, relying on the endless "divine power"
Tens of thousands of refugees were saved. Now it was this man who led them to break through the siege of the Chinese army and gradually move towards victory.
Ding Guofeng saw Zhao Xin walking into the bunker with Sheng Haizhou and He Tai. He raised his head and asked, "Why did you come here? How are the casualties in the west?"
Zhao Xin shook his head and said solemnly: "Not good. In just one round of bow and arrow and artillery fire, a hundred people were killed or injured. I came here specifically to remind you." Then, he told the situation of the battle on the Western Front.
After hearing this, Ding Guofeng said: "These soldiers lack combat experience. Many of them have only been in the army for half a year. This situation is normal."
Zhao Xin said solemnly: "I originally thought of waiting for the Qing army to get fifty meters away before firing, but now it seems that I underestimated the enemy. I only thought about the weapon lead, but did not take into account the quality of the soldiers. Their equipment
With a large number of musketeers, artillery and archers, and progressive tactics, they were almost invincible in East Asia in this era."
Ding Guofeng nodded and said: "Actually, I had a private conversation with the old squad leader about this matter, and the old squad leader said that our unit has no soul yet."
At this point, Zhao Xin had some things he couldn't say in front of Sheng Haizhou and He Tai. He changed the subject, gave the two a few words, and then took Ding Guofeng outside the bunker.
Seeing that everyone around him was staying away, he whispered to Ding Guofeng: "Actually, I am very conflicted about these island country soldiers."
Ding Guofeng reacted immediately when he heard this. He glanced at the soldiers in the trenches and sighed: "We are all the same. But if you think about it carefully, they are quite pitiful. Let's wait until the refugees from the country bring them.
Well, it should be much better if we mess around with them."
Zhao Xin walked to his horse, turned around and said to Ding Guofeng: "I will go around Fuldan City and be careful. If the situation goes bad, call Liu Sheng and call for artillery support."
In the medical station in Fuldan City, dozens of female nurses and male caregivers were working intensively to treat the wounded. In the operating room, Director Liu Da was holding a surgical saw to perform surgery on a guy who had half of his arm blown off by a Qing army shell.
resection.
A Miao was cleaning the wound of a wounded soldier and preparing to suture it. The tragic situation of the first batch of wounded soldiers withdrawn from the Western Front really shocked her. After the battle last year, Liu Siting did not let A Miao follow her.
I went to treat the wounded, so the little girl didn't have much experience, but this time it was different.
She picked up the tweezers and suture needle and was about to start suturing when she heard someone knocking on the glass. She turned around and saw that it was Zhao Xin. A Miao looked happy, quickly put down the tools in her hands, and waved to Zhao Xin. Zhao Xin gestured
He gestured for her to continue, then turned and left.
In the logistics headquarters, Chen Qingsong was issuing warrants one after another. The Western Front had just finished fighting. In addition to urgently dispatching rescue personnel, he also had to allocate supplies. Zhao Xin saw that he was very busy, so he didn't bother him much. He just understood.
Check the usage of materials and look at the account books.
Jiang Tenglin, the down-and-out scholar who once told Zhao Xin that "famous teachers are born from teachers", is also here. He is currently responsible for registering the incoming and outgoing allocation of various materials and recording them in the book.
When he saw Zhao Xin coming, Jiang Xiucai hurriedly stood up and saluted, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency is here. It's really hard for you to inspect the rear despite your busy schedule. I would like to ask you to take care of yourself. There are tens of thousands of people in Beihai Town."
People still look to adults."
Zhao Xin did not respond, thinking that the flattery was so disgusting! I had never realized that Jiang Xiucai was actually doing this before. How much he wanted to climb up the ladder!
He picked up the account book on the table and glanced at it twice, and found that this Jiang Xiucai was actually good at handwriting. His eyes were almost blinded by the small regular script he wrote. Zhao Xin was astonished. This didn't take more than ten years of hard work.
Lian couldn't write it down at all! He planned to praise the other party, but couldn't find the right words for a while. So he put the account book back on the table and went out with his hands behind his back with an indifferent expression.
Jiang Tenglin sat down a little disappointed. He originally thought that Zhao Xin would praise him a few times when he saw his good calligraphy. Unexpectedly, the other party just looked at him a few times, with no expression on his face, and left without saying a word. Look.
You have to keep working hard!
Zhao Xin walked around the city of Fuldan and saw that although there were many people in the city, people and cars were coming and going, and everything was quite orderly. It seemed that Chen Qingsong had put in a lot of effort these days.
He led Guisheng up the city wall. As soon as he reached the east end of the wall, he heard the rumble of horse hooves in the distance. Zhao Xin took the telescope handed by Guisheng and looked east, only to see a group of crows frightened.
They dispersed and hovered in the air, and there seemed to be a large group of people moving forward in the dense forest in the distance.
"So the last one is here!" Seeing the last of the Qing army finally appear, Zhao Xin's anxious heart finally dropped.
"Woo~~~!" A piercing siren sounded at the top of Fuldan City. The originally wide-open west gate and north gate were quickly closed. Groups of migrant workers holding rifles appeared at the top of the city and in various parts of the city.
Behind the door.
"Map! Compass! Coordinate ladder!" Zhao Xin did not interfere with Wan Zao and Mosuke's command. He ordered Guisheng behind him without looking back.
Guisheng hurriedly took out a folded map from his bag, then took out a compass and three rulers of different sizes and specifications, and asked hurriedly: "Which one is it?"
"Remember the rectangular one!"
"oh!"
Zhao Xin took the map and looked around, and found a wooden board under a pile of low walls. He hurried over and spread it out on the wooden board; Guisheng found stones to help hold down the four corners.
This map was measured by him, Chen Qingsong, and Zhang Bo a few days ago, together with thousands of people, and Chen Qingsong spent another two days roughly drawing it. The range on the map includes from two kilometers west of Jurgen City to Fuldan
A square area of 2 kilometers and 36 kilometers east of the city.
The scale of the map is 1:500, which means that for every centimeter of distance on the map, the actual distance is 5 meters. A square on the map has a side length of 10 centimeters, which actually corresponds to a distance of 50 meters. One shot is 122 millimeters.
The high-explosive bombs have a killing range of 30 meters. If the five high-explosive bombs are evenly distributed in an area of 250 square meters, the effect can be imagined.
Zhao Xin raised his telescope and observed again, determined the direction and general location of the Qing army's coming, and predicted the location where the Qing army would pass.
He took the compass and found the predicted position on the map, then stuck the iron tip on the predicted position, and then used the coordinate ladder ruler to measure the vertical and horizontal coordinates. At present, the Qing army's troops have appeared within a distance of Ful
Dancheng is located at 1750 meters, so the ordinate is on the line 06, which corresponds to the longitudinal scale of the coordinate ladder, and the coordinate is Y06420; the abscissa is on the line 41, and the coordinate is X41850.
It is said that he learned this measurement method from Wang Yuanfang. As long as the map is accurate, measurement is very simple. After Zhao Xin quickly measured the data, he used a walkie-talkie to connect to the artillery position; first he confirmed his identity, and then reported the coordinate position:
"Area 41, Y06420, X41850, prepare a high-explosive bomb!"
On the artillery position, the artillery company commander who received Zhao Xin's order did not dare to delay. After a flurry of work, he reported that Zhao Xin was ready. "Listen to my command!" Zhao Xin stared into the distance with his binoculars.
"fire!"
There was a loud "Boom!", the muzzle brake sprayed out gunpowder smoke, and a strong gust of wind accompanied the dust, which filled the surrounding area of the artillery.
When the shells roared across the air, the cavalrymen of the Qing Army's forward battalion who were marching through the dense forest looked up to the sky in surprise. A knight commander raised his head and murmured: "What is this sound?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone felt a flash of fire in front of their eyes. With a "Boom!", nearly two thousand prefabricated fragments tore this Qing army into pieces!
Zhao Xin looked at the fire and black smoke rising in the distance, and quickly shouted on the walkie-talkie: "Leave 20 to the right, increase the range by 50! Five rounds of rapid fire!"