At the end of May, Nanjing already felt a little stuffy, and the palace began to take out the reserved ice cubes, accompanied by watermelon juice, and presented them to the monarchs and ministers of Dachu, which also had a unique flavor.

Although Ning Yu was accustomed to this kind of heat, he felt good while drinking chilled watermelon juice while watching the twists and turns, so he casually ordered: "The watermelon juice from the Emperor Taishang and the Queen Mother must be prepared fresh every day, and the Queen and Concubine Chen should also be prepared carefully, and the rest will be distributed to the princes and ministers in the capital." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The maid on the side responded in a low voice, and then someone added a new cup of watermelon juice to Ning Yu, and a few people were holding on to the fan and shaking it, letting the slightest cool breeze drive away the heat in the Fengtian Palace.

Cui Wancai, the deputy assistant of the cabinet, together with Ning Zuyi, the new deputy envoy of the Privy Council, entered the hall with the fold, and Ning Zuyi said respectfully: "Your Majesty, there is news from the Southwest Group Army, and now that the troops are basically in place, King Changshan has presented the relevant military intelligence report to His Majesty. ”

"Bring it up, and send chilled watermelon juice to the two Qing family."

Ning Yu looked at the fold in his hand, and his mood was a little better, the current progress of the Southwest Group Army was quite smooth, and the strength of several main divisions was also in place, just waiting for the thunderous blow.

Regarding the news given by the Privy Council, the Southwest Group Army was divided into three routes to launch an attack on Sichuan and Guizhou, of which the main attack route was naturally Sichuan, followed by Guizhou, but the attack on Yunnan was already further back, so there was no need to worry.

Cui Wancai said in a low voice at this time: "Your Majesty, in the Battle of the Southwest, is the handling of Tusi too harsh?" After all, the southwest has not yet been conquered, and it would be a little bad if they were forced to go to the side of the Qing court. ”

Ning Yu sighed, but there was a look of indifference on his face, "Don't worry, how to deal with Tusi is a countermeasure that I have studied for a long time, and the implementation of land reform and return to the stream at this time will force some people to the side of the Qing court, but for me, it will also save a lot of trouble - take this opportunity to wipe them out, and the southwest will become a stable place in the future." ”

"Your Majesty, is this a bit of a rush in the past........ If you can take the southwest smoothly, it doesn't seem too late to clean up this bunch of toast when the time comes......." Cui Wancai sighed softly.

"Jifu, we don't have that much time to play hide and seek with them in the southwest, do you understand?"

Ning Yu smiled with a hint of meaning, in fact, what he was most afraid of was not that the Qing army would have more helpers, but that he was worried that the gang of toasts would play tricks with him behind his back, if he could force all these people to the side of the Qing army, then there would be an obvious advantage, that is, the Fu Han army could directly defeat the Qing army and Tusi on the frontal battlefield.

If the surface does not violate the river water with the Tusi well water, once the "land reform and return to the stream" and the new policy are implemented in the future, Tusi will decide to rebel, because in the current new policy, there is no room for these sub-soil overlords, and the confrontation between the two sides is almost inevitable.

But when the time comes, Ning Chu will have to clean up one village at a time, and there are thousands of villages in the entire southwest, when will it be a head? According to the memories of Ning Yu in his previous life, Ortai carried out the transformation of the map and returned to the river in the three southwestern provinces, but it lasted for many years, and thousands of earthen villages were built, which barely realized the system of changing the land and returning to the river in the southwest, and left a lot of remnants.

Therefore, since it is clear that you want to fight, it is better to fight from the beginning, at least the battlefield is still Ning Chu's final say, if it is in the future, I am afraid that you will have to drill the ravines.

"Summons King Changshan, there will be no pause in changing the land and returning to the stream, let him beat me well!"

.............

As the sun gradually rises over the horizon, a rooster crows kicks off the dawn, and a faint golden yellow is sprinkled on Sanshui Village.

Sanshui Village is a small village at the junction of Sizhou Mansion and Si'en Mansion, with only a few hundred villagers, living on hundreds of acres of thin fields in the village, and living quite tightly, so many people will go to Sizhou or Si'en to make a living.

Every day, after the rooster crows, Lao Zheng Tou would get up and go to the fields to take a few looks, look at his crops, and sometimes see if there are any pheasants or hares or the like - if he can catch one, it will be a good harvest.

This habit has lasted for many years, but if you don't look at it one day, Lao Zheng Tou will feel panicked in his heart.

Walking on the mountain path, Lao Zheng Tou carried his iron hoe, which was the treasure he exchanged from Sizhou Mansion, in their village, there are not a few iron hoes like this, so Lao Zheng Tou cherishes it very much, he will grind it every day, and then carry it to the field for a few laps, and along the way will also harvest the envy of fellow villagers.

When Lao Zheng Tou arrived in the field, he seemed to hear a noisy sound, the sound from far and near, but it made people hear more and more really, as if many people were walking - Lao Zheng Tou couldn't help but raise his head, but saw the side that he would never forget.

Countless soldiers in fiery red military uniforms, carrying long muskets on their shoulders and neat leather boots on their feet, were striding along the official road, and the team was in a neat queue, walking in front of him, but they didn't glance at Lao Zheng Tou at all.

More and more soldiers are stepping over the official road, and behind them, horses are dragging a cannon with a gate, and they are heading forward, which is the direction of Sizhou Mansion.

Seeing such a magnificent marching procession, it made Lao Zheng Tou squeeze out a trace of howl from his throat, and then he knelt on the ground and trembled, he swore that he had never seen so many soldiers, and he had never seen such a mighty and spirited army, as if it had fallen from the sky.

But whether it fell from the sky or not, Lao Zheng Tou didn't dare to take another look, he once went to Sizhou City, and he had seen the soldiers of Master Tusi, but he didn't have such spirit.

The new commander of the Third Division was Guo Ding'an, the commander of the Second Brigade of the Janissary Division, and after the Battle of Xinhui, he was promoted to the commander of the Third Division because of his great merits, which can be regarded as a promotion on the original basis.

Guo Dingan rode on a horse, holding a clairglass in his hand and looking at the rugged mountain road ahead, without the slightest expression, in fact, before this, he had already obtained the relevant topographical information of the Military Intelligence Department, and had a certain estimate of the geographical situation here - under normal circumstances, the army could completely pass, even if there was artillery.

For the enemy that may be encountered, Guo Ding'an also has a certain amount of preparation in his heart, about 4,000 coyote soldiers, plus two or three thousand people, they are transporting a large amount of grain and grass is marching all the way, about thirty miles away from here.

In fact, for Guo Ding'an, the four thousand coyote soldiers on the opposite side really didn't take it very seriously, in the end, the times are different, in the past, the coyote soldiers who were brave and good at fighting, it may be okay to fight the green battalion and eight banners, but it is basically unrealistic to fight against the firepower of the Fu Han army, and those artillery pieces alone are enough for them to eat.

As time passed, the two sides grew closer, and for the soldiers of the Han Army, who had been fighting for a long time, they began to check their muskets, ammunition, and bayonets, which could bring death to the enemy and protect their own lives.

"Boom—"

With the roar of the artillery of the Fu Han army, the first battle of the Fu Han army into the southwest officially began, and this cannon sound mainly played the role of a school firing, and the real large-scale artillery coverage was about to begin.

Cen Yingbi, the commander of the coyote soldiers, held a clairvoyant mirror in his hand, looking at the Fu Han army lined up in a neat queue opposite, his face turned pale, and the other party saw that he chose to fire directly, which meant that there was no possibility of even a trace of communication, and the two sides were already endless.

"Hmph, order, the whole army assaults, don't shoot with them, go up directly to hand-to-hand combat!"

Of course, Cen Yingbi knew the strengths and weaknesses of his own coyote soldiers, if he was far away from the Fu Han army, it would not be good to rely on his own earth guns, not to mention that the Fu Han army still had so many artillery.

The real strength of the coyote soldiers lies in small-scale hand-to-hand combat, using the tactics of splitting and combining, which can cause a lot of damage, so as long as he can fight hand-to-hand combat, then he Cen Yingbi is confident that he can achieve excellent results.

Of course, how to rush over is another matter, for this, Cen Yingbi has not really felt the power of the Fu Han army's artillery.

"Kill!"

As a member of the Cen family, Cen San has always been in front, he can feel that his body is full of infinite energy, he is eager to cut off the enemy's head, desperately hoping to be able to break the opposite formation - that will mean unimaginable glory and wealth, and it is also one thing he has always longed for.

"Kill the thief! Ten taels of silver! ”

The children of the Cen family rushed to the front with the coyote soldiers, they were holding spears and knives one by one, and some of them were holding bows and arrows in their hands, and the roar from their mouths made them feel their blood thumping, and it dispelled the fear in their hearts, and they only felt that they would soon be able to cross the short road of one and a half miles.

That's right, one and a half miles is also the most powerful range of the Fu Han army's artillery, and if it exceeds this range, it is not that it cannot be hit, but the accuracy will be greatly reduced, and it is difficult to really hit the coyote soldiers.

The roars of the coyote soldiers did not affect the soldiers of the Fu Han Army, especially for the gunners, who were used to seeing this kind of scene earlier, and there would be no panic at all, because these people who rushed to the front were often the first to be solved by the artillery fire.

Behind the formation, the first-class water artillery was neatly arranged, and the gunners of the Fu Han army lit the fuse with torches, only to hear a roar, and after a roar, rows of bullets were fired into the air, and then landed on the road of the coyote soldiers charging in a wonderful arc.

"Boom—boom—"

One by one, the flowering bullets fell in the Cen family's coyote soldier array, and the wave of qi brought by the violent explosion instantly tore apart their bodies, and also tore those colorful flags into pieces, and those flags with Cen characters fell to the ground weakly, as if foreshadowing the fate of the coyote soldiers.

Cen San looked at the scene in front of him, only to feel that there was a chill all over his body, and the limbs of the coyote soldiers were everywhere, presented in a strange posture, and although he was not injured, his body was bloody and extremely terrifying.

But before he could come to his senses, the people behind him continued to charge forward, and I have to say that the coyote soldiers did surpass the Qing army much in terms of morale, and they were not afraid of death one by one, hoping to cut a way out of life with the long knife in their hands.

"Morale is good, it's just a little too stupid......."

Guo Ding'an held the clairvoyant mirror in both hands, looked at the charge of the coyote soldiers opposite, and gave a very accurate evaluation.

In front of today's Fu Han army, the most rudimentary charge tactics have no effect, too rough and too simple, not to mention long-range artillery and bullets, even after close quarters, there are flowering shells from the mortar artillery of the Fu Han army, as well as grenade interception by the grenadier battalion, which can completely smash this crowd tactic, and even if you really dodge the lucky ones who have flowered bombs and grenades, in front of the Fu Han army, there is also the last resort of bayonet countercharge charge, so I am not afraid of this tactic.

But in Cen Yingbi's eyes now, he couldn't help himself with excitement, he had already seen that the coyote soldiers in front of him had rushed into a distance of three hundred steps, there was no doubt that this was a surprising distance, and he only needed to work harder to be able to crash into the camp of the Fu Han army and slaughter wantonly.

As the distance of the coyote soldiers got closer, the artillery of the Fu Han army also hit closer, and a large number of flowering shells smashed into it, creating patches of blood mist among the coyote soldiers, and for Cen Yingbi at this time, he had already put all the chips on it, and what he wanted was to start hand-to-hand combat with the Fu Han army.

Three hundred steps,

Two hundred steps,

One hundred steps,

Although the coyote soldiers had already killed and injured hundreds of people, there were still hundreds of people who rushed into the range of a hundred steps, and at this time, the Fu Han army did not panic in the slightest, all the soldiers raised their flintlock pistols in their hands, and looked at the coyote soldiers who were rushing over.

"Bang-"

With the crisp sound of platoon guns, the coyote soldiers who rushed to the front fell down again, but their suffering was not over, and the guns in the second and third rows were also constantly roaring, creating a wave of blood in the crowd of coyote soldiers.

When the battle is fought to this point, even if the morale of the coyote soldiers is very high, there is also a faint tendency to collapse, after all, this is clearly to send to death, a full 4,000 coyote soldiers, in such a short period of time, nearly 1,000 people have fallen, this is an extremely terrifying number.

Guo Ding'an, who was standing in the array, was coldly looking at these coyote soldiers who were sent to death, and couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart, the morale of these people was really much stronger than the Qing army he encountered in the past, and it may be that the morale of the Eight Banners of the Beijing camp can be compared with it.

You must know that the morale of the Eight Banners of Jingying is not rare, so it is indeed not easy to insist on rushing down in the case of such high casualties.

However, for the Fu Han army, their result was doomed, that is, the total annihilation.