Section 87 Battle

"Lord Zhentai, the thief has set up camp with his back to the sea, and he has fallen into a Jedi," Changqing Yundao said, "He dares to do this, just under the cover of his sailor." Tonight, when the night was dark, our army sent the training of the mine regiment and battalion to set off from Xiaoyingchang and release the mixed river dragon, which could destroy its battleship......"

He Rubin did recruit and organize a 300-man mine regiment before the war, and also created 500 mixed river dragons. Because it was only used when preparing for the siege of Bopu, most of the mines and the sampans that were ready to cast mines were not transported in Baisha Water Village, but only a hundred were brought with the army.

"How do you cast a sampan without it?" Some staff members questioned it.

Chang Qingyun said confidently: "It doesn't matter. As long as you send someone to drop the mines in Xiaoyingchang and cast them along the current, you can just send them down -- when the students see Xiaoyingchang burst into the sea, there will be no problem in casting mines......"

Tang Yunwen finally couldn't help but say: "Mr. Chang, the currents in the Qiongzhou Strait have been from west to east in the past few months. ”

Every summer, the southwest monsoon blows in the Qiongzhou Strait, and the sea current also follows the direction of the wind, and it is impossible for the mines cast in Xiaoyingchang, east of the big camp of the thieves, to drift over, but it is possible to drift to Qiongshan County.

"Oh," Chang Qingyun said slightly, and immediately added, "It's okay if the water is not in the right direction. Tuan Yong is mostly a Tan family, skilled in water, and goes into the water at night, pushing mines to the side of the thief warship. ”

He Rubin was not interested in this suggestion, the enemy's gunboats were nothing more than covering the flanks of the thief camp. As long as the enemy camp can be broken tomorrow, those gunboats floating on the sea will be of little use. At that time, so many cannons on the Dutch's big plywood ships could only watch the Ming army surround their fortress on Penghu Island, and they couldn't do anything. As long as your men and horses don't get dizzy and run to the beach, it's fine.

He took care of his generals, let the soldiers rest well today, prepare for the battle tomorrow, and ordered the battalions to keep watch and prevent the enemy from stealing the camp. When he was about to go down the tower, he saw that the enemy camp was already brightly lit, and the sound of snare drums and trumpets echoed one after another, and he could see that the defense was very tight, and the discipline in the camp was also very good. He could not help but have great doubts about whether the enemy was a "rabble".

As soon as it was dawn the next day, the wake-up horn in the camp of the Fubo army blew loudly, and He Ming got up early to prepare for battle. After breakfast, from Lingao came a reinforcement unit: a "sniper team" composed of veterans. It brings together all the veterans who are good at shooting, from firearms enthusiasts from North American rudder divisions to former shooters who have previously spent time in shooting training teams. Although they can't go into battle directly, they have the ability to shoot accurately and unmatched in this time and space.

The dozen or so men used a variety of weapons, but almost all of them were tethered rifles brought by North American rudders. In North America, the cheap and abundant Mosin-Nagan occupies half of the country, and Qian Shuiting is unique in carrying a Swiss-made K31 straight-to-line rifle, which is a high-precision leashed rifle, and Zhou Weisen is carrying a Thunderton 700 rifle, and all sniper rifles are equipped with 6x scopes. Along with the sniper team came the photographers of the Propaganda Department. Prepare to make a documentary to promote the great martial arts of the Fubo Army.

The captains of the special investigation team all have digital DVs without exception, but they are all home-grade machines. And this time Ding Ding and others brought a semi-professional-grade digital video camera. Comes with a professional-grade telephoto lens.

He Ming took care of the snipers and scattered them to the towers in various places, and some of them were placed in the fortifications of the earthen embankment - the snipers would not be less powerful than a cannon. In addition, each veteran was given three cadets to serve as observers and guards. Unless instructed to do so, they are free to choose which targets to fire at - generals and officers are the first targets.

Although Ding Ding repeatedly asked to go to the front line to shoot, He Ming still did not send him to the earthen embankment, but arranged for him to set up a shooting track on the command platform where he was.

"I'm not afraid of danger, and to shoot this kind of documentary film, I must rush to the front line."

"You're in the way of the front." He Ming said unceremoniously, "Also, you can just shoot for a while, and don't speak." ”

"I'm going to the front line when I'm cleaning up the battlefield......"

"I'll arrange for you to go then."

After assigning snipers and photographers, He Ming summoned all the battalion-level commanders for a pre-war meeting. At the meeting, it was reported that the Ming army had occupied Xiaoyingchang last night. Of course, this has no effect on the upcoming battle.

Toward the end of the meeting, he looked at the veteran officers who had already assembled at the headquarters: many of them had dark eyes around them, apparently not sleeping well. It's a natural thing for people who are new to the battlefield.

"Comrades, the battle is about to begin." He said briefly, "For this day, everyone has been training the playground with recruits for two years, and now is the time to show the results of your training." He glanced at everyone, "Dissolve according to the reservation jihua"

All the officers saluted together.

He Ming returned the salute and Zuihou said, "Go fight, comrades"

Above the barracks, two infantry battalions had been brought behind the breastwork, and each company was assigned a combat position. The order given to the company commander is very simple:

"Fight to the end here"

Each received 200 rounds of ammunition. The rear had sent another 500 Minnie guns in reserve a few days earlier, in case the battle was too intense, the guns were damaged too much, and there were no guns available. The soldiers were scrambling to wipe down their guns and check their ammunition. The officers went back and forth inspecting the fortifications and the soldiers' equipment.

Wei Aiwen led the guards to patrol the embankment, talking to the soldiers from time to time, and calming the soldiers' emotions with a calm and calm attitude. In fact, he himself was very nervous. But he tried to make himself appear calm.

The flags of the two battalions were erected on the two convex forts, and the commander of the 5th Infantry Battalion thought twice. They commanded troops directly at two key Bulge Forts. Both men wore brand new military uniforms and wore the emblems of all the honors they had ever received. You Laohu sat on a chair, holding Mr. Wen's Bian Jun long knife with both hands. Fu Sansi smoked a cigarette thoughtfully, and had an SKS with an open bayonet in his hand.

All the artillery, whether it was an artillery battery or a reserve gun, was pulled to the earthen embankment yesterday and placed in the battery barricade. Ten Navy-sponsored "typewriters" were also placed in a number of key positions. Several of them were loaded onto reversible trolleys for mobile defense. Sailors in blue uniforms stood in their positions, and a navy blue and white flag fluttered.

The flag of the field army fluttered in the center of the camp. He Ming and his staff officers had already ascended to the high platform in the center of the camp. Corded telephones, walkie-talkies, and telegrams linked him to all the troops.

The 6th Infantry Battalion, which was the reserve of the whole army, formed a square formation below the high platform.

"All sit down," Zhu Quanxing ordered loudly, and then he himself sat on the ground, waiting for the order to enter the battle.

Company after company, flag after flag, 1,800 infantrymen, dressed in gray uniforms, holding rifles with bayonets in their hands. Behind them were 2,000 militiamen, all armed with spears, ready to plunge into the battle at Zuihou.

All around was quiet, and the entire field army camp was now completely silent, there were no drums and trumpets, no human noise, except for the heralds and orders that happened to hurry by, only the hunting and fluttering of military flags came.

Yang Zeng stood on the earthen embankment, holding the command knife in his hand. Although the weather was not good, he could still clearly see the officers and soldiers who were lining up from the various camps in the distance. After the gathering of centaurs. With a trumpet as a signal, the whole army drove towards the sea. Whether from the point of view of the patriarchs or indigenous officers, the array of the Ming army can hardly be said to be orderly, but the momentum is amazing. The black pressed this way

The Ming army advanced for several miles, and with a long horn, the marching team stopped at a distance of three miles from Dazhai. The archers and firearms men walked to the front row, a row of men half-kneeling and a row of men standing, ready to fire their arrows at any moment. Behind are rows of pikemen, with swordsmen on the wings, ready to fight.

They are like black clouds, Yang Zeng couldn't help but clench the command knife when he thought about it, there will be a fierce battle today

The civil and military officials under He Rubin, who were standing at the head of Chengmai County, also had such a premonition, the camp of the thieves was already covered with soldiers, but there was no noise at all, and the other party was very quiet, as if they were ready to meet the attacking officers and soldiers. This feeling upsets a lot of people.

Qian Taichong huddled in the crowd of staff, craned his neck to look at the bandit camp in the distance. He was amazed at how a group of robbers of the sea could build such a large and well-organized barracks, which he had never seen before—how could such a camp be defended by a large embankment no more than a man high with earth piled up on all sides, and many large sharp corners protruding from the perimeter? What is it an overseas barbarian, he thought so, but in his heart he was thinking about the "Six Chapters of the Aftermath" that he was going to present to Lord Zhao after the war. This article was written by him every night in the past few days, and he sorted out the methods of recovering the people after the various military rebellions that he had seen from the book and heard from others, and then selected and sorted out the situation of Lingao according to what he heard from Gou Chengxuan, and Zuihou listed it into this long article. It is divided into six chapters, namely: "Caring for the People", "Relief", "Clearing the Wasteland", "Recruiting Merchants", "Arresting Murderers" and "Consolation Loyalty". Qian Taichong read and re-read this article of his own, sometimes admiring the sentences that he felt were beautifully written.

In the camp at the south gate, Song Ming and Song Qian were ready to attack, Tong Yizhen gave him a hundred horses, and he knew that his cavalry would take the lead and test the enemy's camp in a while. This was an extremely dangerous mission, because I had heard that the enemy's firearms were very powerful -- yesterday's crushing defeat of He Qianzong proved that the rumors were true. It is likely that this temptation will go and there will be no return.

The 100 horsemen had already lined up outside the trench, and each cavalry had brought a bow and arrow, ready to harass the enemy with arrows when they approached the camp wall, testing the enemy's defenses and finding out the weaknesses of the camp. If the enemy's cavalry responded, they immediately retreated.

Three trumpets sounded, and he saw that a red flag had been hoisted over the city. Immediately raised his spear and shouted: "Kill" The first one rode his horse and rushed out. Behind is a hundred rides. The standard-bearer and a dozen of his own soldiers followed him closely.

Suddenly, the horse's hooves shook the ground, shouting to kill and shake the sky. The people and horses of the camps in the camp shouted and beat drums to cheer. The momentum is staggering. There was a slight commotion on the earthen embankment.

"Hold on, hold on" The officers on the earthen embankment drew their command knives and shouted, He Ming ordered: "Don't open fire from the artillery, hit with rifles when you get closer"

Song Ming's cavalry had rushed to the earthen embankment in an instant, and the enemy did not send cavalry or infantry to meet the battle, and did not even shoot firearms - if it was the army of the Ming Dynasty, when the enemy was about a hundred feet away from the wall, there were firearms men indiscriminately discharging firearms. Secretly wondered, because he heard from He Qian yesterday that the enemy's firearms had a long range, he didn't dare to rush too close, and he was ready to quickly release a round of arrows after getting a little closer to the earthen embankment and then withdrew.

He had just ridden his horse past the two convex corners and turned over to pick up his bow when the sound of gunfire rang out in his ears.

Bullets fired from each side of the two convex corners swept across the entire cavalry from the left and right flanks at the same time, and the galloping cavalry fell more than twenty people in an instant. Seven or eight of Song Ming's personal soldiers fell off their horses, and countless holes were pierced on the banner. He didn't dare to hesitate, added a whip to the horse's buttocks, and immediately rushed out.

He Rubin could see clearly that the enemy's battalion was very well defended, and if the troops wanted to attack, they had to break through between the two convex corners, no matter which convex angle they attacked, they would be hit by the flank of the fire on the side convex corners, and if they attacked the front of the lox alone, the front was too narrow to deploy their troops.

It turns out that the convex fortress is so useful, He Rubin knows that the Dutch built the fortress in this way, and has heard about the benefits of this kind of fortress. But there is always a little doubt in my heart. Seeing is believing now. When the opponent is an army armed with superior firearms, the advantage of such a fortress is all too obvious

The thief's cannon hadn't been fired yet, but a volley of bird guns showed such power. He Rubin was secretly worried in his heart. But he didn't show any worried looks, and still maintained a cold and serious general who was not afraid of danger. He called Tong Yizhen:

"General Tong, the time has come for you to serve the imperial court. You lead the whole army to attack the south gate of the thieves."

Tong Yizhen received the order and returned to his camp from the city tower. Song Ming's men and horses had just returned, and they had lost almost thirty horses, and many of the remaining people were also injured.

When Song Ming saw him coming, he hurriedly came over and saluted.

"Don't be polite, you take the brothers to rest for a while, and then you have to contribute to the court"

Tong Yizhen knew that Song Ming was a strong general, extremely not afraid of death, and every time he charged, he was the first, often desperate for all dangers, and was known as the "general who sent his life". Seeing that he was able to escape with his life after such a dangerous front and rear shot, I couldn't help but wonder that this person's life was so big.

"It's an adult," Song Ming said, "The thief's firearms are extremely fierce......

"Ben will know" Tong Yizhen didn't say much, he was wearing iron armor and an iron helmet, and immediately turned over and got on the horse. Shouted: "Here comes the gun"

One of his own soldiers immediately handed him a spear, he looked at the camp in the distance, roared the spear, jumped his horse, and rushed out to the south gate of the camp. The Chaozhou soldiers under his command rushed forward, and Lei Lian's general Zhao Qiansi and 2,000 men and horses also killed from the east of the county at the same time, and attacked the thief camp in two ways.

For a while, the drums were moving, shouting and killing. Flags of all sizes are all over the mountains, waving in the wind under the dark and dreary clouds. In the blink of an eye, they had rushed out of a distance of almost a few hundred meters.

He Ming picked up the phone: "Artillery shooting"

Zhang Bolin had been waiting for this order for a long time. As soon as he heard this order, he immediately ordered: "Open the gun"

All the guns have long been calibrated for firing distances and loaded with ammunition. At the sound of an order, the artillery commanders stood up at the same time, grabbed the fire rope, and pulled it back sharply.

More than a dozen cannons facing the direction of the enemy's impact emitted long white smoke. Red cannonballs whizzed towards the dense crowd. The 12-pound solid bullet flew at a muzzle velocity of 457 meters per second towards the enemy at a distance of 1,000 meters. Clusters of black shadows smashed into the crowd with a whistling sound, and suddenly flesh and blood flew sideways, and the cannonballs that fell on the ground were bounced up by the ground, jumping and rolling backwards, plowing through the bloody ditches in the formation.

The Ming army was not stopped by the artillery fire, and the soldiers rushed forward like a tide, and the generals rode their horses and shouted, galloping back and forth in the ranks to urge the soldiers to rush forward. The second round of shells flew again, and rows and rows of soldiers were knocked off their heads by the jumping shells, tearing their bodies apart, tearing off their arms, legs and feet. Blood was flying, and there were mutilated corpses and screaming wounded. Sometimes the cannonball seemed to be slow enough to reach out and step on it, but it still pulled the little legs off the human body without mercy.

The recoil of the 12-pounder cannon after firing was amazing, and one cannon retreated six or seven meters. In order to save the physical strength of the artillerymen, so as not to hit the back and lose their strength and not be able to maintain the firing speed, each gun was prepared with three pushing artillery groups composed of substitute animals to help take turns to push the artillery to reset.

The gunner holding the gun brush immediately inserted one end of the gun brush with the spiral metal rod used for cleaning the gun into the gun chamber and stirred it vigorously a few times, hooking out a few pieces of charred and tattered cotton cloth, the cotton cloth containing the propellant had been soaked in fuming nitric acid in advance, and theoretically it should be burned together with the propellant when firing, but there will always be a part of it left behind each launch. After clearing, a gunner turned the gun brush upside down, dipped it in a bucket and inserted it into the barrel, and began to pump * repeatedly to clean the gun chamber.

"Clearing"

"Load one round of solid bullets at a target distance of 940 meters"