A shrill whistle sounded, and the former tranquility of Pulandian Bay was shattered by the intruding warships. The transport fleet, deeply embedded in the hinterland of the Liaonan Peninsula, has arrived in Xinjin. Under the protection of a light cruiser, two destroyers, and eight gunboats, transport ships loaded with four battalions of marines and an infantry regiment dropped anchor in the bay, and the fighters of the 1st Battalion of Marine Operations began to transfer sampans in an orderly manner.

Judging from the battlefield performance, Houjin does not seem to have made any effective response after receiving the alarm from the beacon. It wasn't until the destroyer Erguna, at the forefront, bombarded the port of Jiannu with its bow guns that the Jiannu reacted from the shock of the fleet's appearance on their doorstep. The port, where a handful of ships were moored, was immediately thrown into chaos.

When Liu Chaoen began to organize the landing, I was watching the battle from the light cruiser Heilongjiang. There were no fortified areas, no batteries, no whizzing fighter planes, but the sands the Marines were trying to row to was similar to what I had dreamed of.

Sergeant Xiao Weiran, together with his comrades, threw off his arms and rowed under the command of the platoon commander. As soon as they disembarked from the transport ship and landed on the landing craft, they began to swing the oars as hard as they could. In their past training, in the face of well-defended anti-landing forces, every second saved increased their chances of survival.

In Xiao Weiran's rear, the three warships all crossed the hull and aimed their side guns at Xinjin. The city was the key point of the western passage of Jiannu, and served as an important transportation hub after the Later Jin Dynasty moved southward. In order to avoid running aground in the offshore waters, the warships did not get too close, so it was impossible to directly bombard the new golden city walls. As a result, the Slave infantry who were still on the beach suffered a blow that they should not have suffered.

The 12-pound naval guns were replaced with howitzers, which weighed more than a dozen pounds after being knocked out of the muzzle, and remained in their original state until they flew above the beach, when the burning arquebus ignited the gunpowder in the shells. The iron balls wrapped around the gunpowder flew in all directions under the impetus of the explosion, easily piercing through everything that tried to stand in its way.

The beach was like a storm, and the golden white sand was beaten all over the sky. Through the binoculars, I couldn't see anything else on the beach. Dealing with a small number of enemies with such a dense barrage is really the pleasure of an industrial country.

June 25, 1629, 7:25 a.m. Bao Xinyi grabbed his rifle and jumped off the landing craft, turned around and shouted to his comrades: "I am the first to land in Xinjin!" ”

Xiao Weiran pressed his helmet and jumped into the water from the boat, and the sea water immediately splashed his trouser legs. He looked at the platoon commander who was greeting his subordinates with some headache. This guy is twenty-eight years old this year, and he has been in the army for seven or eight years, and he is still in a place like the Chinese Governor's District, where it is easy to be promoted, and he is still only a platoon commander. This time the disembarkation seems to have gone a little smoothly, Jiannu has no defensive forces on the coast at all, and the stones near the sea are the biggest trouble for them to land.

As the first Marines landed on the beach, starting with a light cruise, the fire cover of the ship's guns gradually stopped. The gunboats, cruising in the shallow sea, slowly drifted and aimed their guns at the enemy who was gradually appearing on the beach.

Xiao Weiran followed Bao Xinyi to the beach. Without bothering to throw the sand from his boots, he and his comrades stood in a row and advanced to the shore under the command of the company commander. He could already see Jiannu who had come to meet him. Xinjin connects Fuzhou and Beijinzhou, and there are more Houjin heavy soldiers on the official road than ants in the kitchen, and every officer and soldier is repeatedly told that he will face a fierce battle.

Several gunboats quickly passed through the gap in the landing craft. After accelerating some distance on the surface of the sea, they rushed onto the beach and glided through the sand for four or five feet before stopping. The gunboats had four six-pounder guns in the bow, which were specially adapted to support the landing battle. After the gunboat was stopped, the gunners of the land and sea operations ran over and assisted the crew in removing several 3-pounder guns and revolvers. To drag the cannon on soft sand, the tires of the gun carriage were specially designed to be several times wider. Rao was like this, and the gunners in short-sleeved shorts still had their necks flushed.

With the help of binoculars, I found the flags of the left and right Mongolian battalions. The fleet staff officer on the side also looked at it with a telescope and said to me: "Lieutenant Colonel, it is the newly formed Mongols who have come this year, and the leaders may be Gurushi Shibu, Omu Buchuhuer, or a single one. ”

I nodded. The Mongols in the telescope were forming a formation on the shore, and several big men in beautiful armor were running in front of the cavalry on horseback, brandishing scimitars and shouting something. Anyone who has fought knows it. Maybe these Mongols wanted to crush the marines head-on?

After more than ten minutes, I confirmed my idea. When I saw the Mongols start to drive their horses to gallop, I remembered that we didn't seem to have fought the Mongols yet. In this way, the logic makes sense, and the man who sets the horse still has to suffer a loss to recognize himself.

And Xiao Weiran, who was facing the front line of the Mongolian iron cavalry, had not had the leisure to ridicule the enemy at this time. Now they advanced more than three hundred meters from the sea, setting up a line where weeds, sand and dirt meet. There is only one battalion of marines who have completed the whole team, and the battalion commander has arranged the formation into three rows, with a company of more than 130 people in each platoon, and the platoon unit is slightly separated by a few meters of distance. The queue forms an oblique line from the sea inland, backed by a low scrub forest. All the soldiers loaded their bayonets and pointed their right front 45° at the approaching Mongols.

Between the first battalions, the task force company in green uniforms stood out. They did not fall under the control of the battalion commander, but hid themselves in the bushes under the command of the leading captain.

Xiao Weiran stood in the middle of the second row, with comrades in blue military uniforms in front of him and on the left and right. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the golden sand through the heads of the two brothers in front of him. To his left was Bao Xinyi, who was staring intently at the corpse of Jiannu on the beach in front of him. The political commissar of the company commander and battalion took a few glances at Bao Xinyi when he seized the time to do the mobilization, and was satisfied with his performance. Who thought that as soon as he left, Bao Xinyi began to whistle softly again.

More and more marines are landing on the beach. Under the pressure of the Mongol cavalry, the commander of the second battalion, who went ashore, ordered his subordinates to concentrate on the stranded gunboats to set up defenses. If you look down from the air, you can see that the two Marine battalions that have come ashore are divided into two parts. Xiao Weiran, who went deep into the land, was arranged in a diagonal line against the bush forest, while the second battalion was gathered in dots near the gunboats.

"Ready!"

The company commander's roar came, and Xiao Weiran immediately stretched out the rifle from the head of the brother in front of him, and he also carried a spear on his shoulder. A loud bang sounded on the right, and the three-pounder gun and the revolver gun placed at one end of the diagonal opened fire at the same time. Standing in Xiao Weiran's position, he couldn't see the effect of the shelling, and he couldn't even look directly at the rising white smoke.

"Bow and arrow!"

Another shouting from the company commander. Xiao Weiran subconsciously closed her eyes, and there was a clanging sound on the top of her head and shoulders. A violent explosion suddenly sounded not far away, Xiao Weiran opened his eyes, and the afterglow on the right side was occupied by the dancing firelight, and it seemed that hundreds of powder kegs had been detonated in the Mongolian horse team.

"Fire!" The company commander was the first to fire the pistol, Xiao Weiran's eyes widened instantly, and he pulled the trigger on the Mongolian who was running more than ten meters in front of him.

The diagonal line was suddenly plunged into a sea of gunsmoke. The Mongols, who had crossed the Aosong procession while shooting arrows, let out a terrible cry, and hundreds of people fell from their horses at the same time. A healthy horse was broken by lead bullets and fell on the soft sand with its owner on its back. The fine golden sand was soon stained red with blood.

The Mongol cavalry, who rushed through the 1st battalion, subconsciously pulled their horses' heads to the right, and the horses, already frightened by the shelling and rifle salvos, immediately turned away from the enemy at the behest of their masters. The Mongolian horse team ran in a huge arc on the beach, ignoring that when turning, the side with the largest projection area would be exposed in front of the 2nd Battalion.

On four stranded gunboats, 16 6-pounder guns were fired at the same time. With the thunderous sound of artillery, the trumpeters of the second battalion blew the trumpet of the charge, and the soldiers of the platoon unit rushed towards the enemy more than a hundred meters away with rifles equipped with snow-white bayonets. There, the Mongol cavalry, which had been shelled - this is just a habitual saying, in terms of the armor rate of the Mongol left and right battalions, according to the standards of our cavalry, could only be regarded as rangers - was completely dazed. The horses lost their minds and scurried about despite their masters' shouts, but the soft sand did not allow them to increase their speed.

The beach soon descended into a one-sided slaughter. From the very beginning, my attention was not on the Mongol cavalry. Against such primitive nomadic cavalry, our army has long won an unknown number of times. The task force, which had only landed with the 1st Battalion, did not play a special role in this battle. I had seen their rifles when I was on board, and this rifle was probably an improved version of the Republic Model 1628 rifle, with the most distinctive feature being the use of custom-mounted paper shells and the loading of the bullets into the magazine from the rear of the barrel.

Anyone can see the importance of this new rifle. But on a battlefield with the participation of thousands, one or two hundred breech guns did not play a decisive role. Therefore, in the battle to annihilate this Mongolian cavalry, the real eye-catching thing was the grenades equipped by the task force.

Hundreds of grenades were thrown over a wide area of 40 to 80 meters, and these little gadgets bloomed on the beach with a fire far greater than black powder bombs. The Mongol cavalry that rushed to the forefront suddenly disappeared in a thick layer, and about two hundred Mongol warriors became history in 3 seconds... The larger number of cavalrymen had to devote most of their energy to pacifying their insane mounts, and their speed decreased as much as an avalanche of combat effectiveness.