"Add oil, you have to dig at least fifty meters forward today, as long as you do it, Hou Ye will be rewarded!"

Not far from Anqing Fort, an old man from Quang Nam wearing calf-nosed shorts was shouting at a group of almost naked Quang Nam farmers.

Vietnam's administrative system is roughly similar to that of China, but due to the small size of the region, it is more subdivided, and in addition to the four levels of provinces, prefectures, and counties, there are headquarters, communes, and villages below the county level.

According to Chinese standards, a province is the size of a state capital in the interior, and a county is basically a town, and the headquarters, communes, and villages are even smaller, and this general elder is basically equal to the production captain of China in the sixties and seventies.

After the chief elder finished speaking, dozens of Quang Nam farmers who were also requisitioned came over happily with a few large buckets!

There was an immediate commotion in the crowd, as most of these buckets contained piles of rice and a bucket of small pickles.

The other buckets contain steaming fresh fish soup, which is not only full of oil and salt, but also has a lot of chili pepper and lemon juice, which must be sour and spicy and delicious.

A few short and stout guys who don't usually look like they are keeping to themselves rushed out excitedly and were about to go to fetch rice and scoop soup.

Although the people of Quang Nam are in this treasure land of three crops of rice, they have been fighting for decades in a row, and compared to the people of the Central Plains, it is not difficult to ask for a stutter, but it is not easy to eat well and eat well.

However, before they came out, a few generals with Vietnamese-style helmets and pheasant feathers stuck in their helmets came over with sticks, and the short and stout farmers who ran over immediately got into the crowd and scattered the birds and beasts.

In fact, the so-called Vietnamese helmet is no different from the ancient Chinese one, and the only thing that can be seen to be Vietnamese is the color.

Because these guys don't know what to think, they always like to paint the color of green on their helmets, which is really a special hobby!

However, the short and restless guys who had just escaped did not escape, and when they were cooking, they were all pulled out one by one.

It's not that they have to be punished, but because they can break away from the peasant and folk class, and become a soldier who kills people and gets a reward.

Thanks to the image of the mighty army and civilized division of the republic in later generations, many people think that the military is a high-quality and high-moral existence.

This may be true in later republics, but at the end of the nineteenth century, the military with high quality, high moral standards, ideals and temperament, that existed only in fantasy.

No! Even if it is a fantasy, it does not exist, no general can imagine that there will be such a big soldier, in this era, there are ideals, discipline, and self-discipline, that is the patent of the master.

The soldiers of this era, or qualified soldiers, are all bold and bloodthirsty butchers, and those who kill people and goods, rob homes and houses, and dare to fight hard at critical moments are good soldiers.

Those who were timid and cowered were either stabbed to death by the opponent in the first round of hand-to-hand combat, or they were beheaded by their own team as deserters.

So there is a strange phenomenon in the ancient army, if it is not for the annihilation of the whole army, you will find that every time you survive from the battlefield, it is those old faces!

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"Woo~~! Oh~~! "Some terrible cannon sounds rang out, and the mortars hidden in the trenches continued to bombard.

Originally, this Anqing Fort was not big, in order to strengthen the defense in the fortress, the troops were arranged a little more, and the power of ten mortar cannons was put to the maximum, and almost every cannon would take away several or even a dozen lives.

It's just that after less than ten minutes of bombardment, the Xishan army in Anqing Fort couldn't stand it, and a group of four or five hundred Xishan troops, armed with flintlock pistols and broadswords and spears, were about to rush to the mortar position.

Chen Wenqi's third battalion, which was in charge of protection, sounded a trumpet, and more than 300 flintlock muskets immediately opened fire, and the Xishan army lost more than 20 people in an instant, and hurriedly retreated.

But after another five minutes, the drums in the fortress were loud, and the gate of Anqing Fort was opened again, and the feeling of staying under bombardment was really uncomfortable, they either surrendered, or came out to fight, or crossed the river and returned to Jiading City, there was no other choice.

The Xishan army, which numbered more than a thousand people, began to form in front of the fortress, and a four-pinqi with a helmet and armor roared loudly.

The Xishan Army showed the efficiency of a perennial conquest team, forming a large square formation in a matter of minutes, with more than 300 unarmored flintlock musketeers at the front and hand-to-hand combat soldiers with slightly armor at the back.

Uh, however, this style of play will not work against Ruan Phuc Yingxing, but not against Ye Kai's pure Western-style army!

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Guan Qi, who was showing off his might, shook his head suddenly, stumbled twice, and then fell to the ground.

"Shhhh Brain-dead! Ye Kai shook his head, this Guan Qi would not understand what was going on until he died, because he had never seen a rifled gun with an effective range of two or three hundred meters, and he didn't know that there was still such a class of light infantry in this world.

As Xishan Junguan Qi fell to the ground, it was like a signal, "Bang! Bang! "More than 50 light infantry came out of the queue and fired at the Xishan Army under Anqing Fort.

However, these Xishan troops are really quite elite, as the commander of Guan Qi died, they still stood up to two rounds of light infantry shooting, and the more than 20 people did not break up, only waiting for Ye Kai's 3-pounder and 6-pounder guns to fire, and then they cried and shouted to retreat to Anqing Fort.

Ye Kai waved his hand and stopped Chen Wenqi who wanted to take the opportunity to rush over, the Ye family's soldiers are too precious, if you don't make senseless sacrifices, then don't sacrifice, just continue to shell!

Anyway, he didn't believe that this kind of fighting style of fighting with artillery could last as long as the Xishan Army in Anqing Fort could resist!

At the Taiping Gate of Jiading City, Fan Wenshen walked back and forth anxiously, he never expected that Anqing Fort, which seemed to him to be impregnable, would not be able to hold it in less than an hour!

The Xishan Army in the castle is not the volunteer army of the Republic in the future, it can stand and be bombarded without collapsing, continuous shelling, and the attack is unfavorable, their courage and morale are almost exhausted, just like that, Fan Wenshen has already caught several groups of deserters who robbed the boat and ran to Jiading City.

"Taifu! Anqing Fort can't hold it, we still have more than 10,000 people, no less than that Nanruan thief king, it's better to drive out of the city and fight a dignified battle! It's not a matter of being shot like this! ”

A bunch of Guan Qi, deputy envoys of soldiers and horses, and city guards surrounded Fan Wenshen and asked to fight.

Because if Anqing Fort falls, Jiading City will really become a lonely city, and the Nanruan army on the opposite side can not only use the cannons of Anqing Fort to bombard Jiading City across the river, but also organize a fleet to force crossing, and when the time comes, their side will be passive.

They didn't expect Ye Kai to drive the battleship into the Saigon River, because these guys didn't have any specific impression of a powerful Western-style battleship.

It was five years ago that Nguyen Hue captured Nguyen Phuc Anh's Western-style third-class battleship, and their only impression of Western-style battleships was that there were too many guns, and they never thought that they would be used to sail into the inland river to shell Gia Dinh City.

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