Xu Shizhen, who was transferred to the Weiyuan Battalion as a veteran, as the leader of the Shenji Soldier Squad, held the arquebus and tried to stretch his neck to look at the battlefield ahead.

The ping-pong was very intense there, but it wasn't very real from his point of view.

At first, the Zhenyuan battalion in front of the shield car formation had been firing guns, and then the battalion commander ordered all the Shenji gun crews to be mobilized to come forward to support, and soon after, he could distinguish the dull rumble of the Shenji cannon in the crisp sound of the musket.

Xu Shizhen believed that it was impossible for the enemy to break through the blockade of the divine machine cannon.

Maybe the Tartars can, but this time the enemy certainly can't.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a burst of cheers from the front line, and someone sent a message to the rear, saying that they had defeated the rebellious counterattack of the Zhu family and captured one of their young masters.

"Young master......."

Xu Shizhen smiled and shook his head.

If he had been a young master before last year?

Well, in fact, it is also now, his father was placed under house arrest by the second uncle and the third brother, but he was deprived of the position of the head of the family, and he did not say that the property of the Changfang department was confiscated, and his compatriot brother was still mixing well in the new army, and he was even one of the rare battalion commanders with real power.

Even the second brother, who was punished with his father, has now gradually recovered some of his rights.

Only he, the fourth child of the Xu family, who was a little stupid in the eyes of others, chose to start from scratch, starting from a small soldier, crawling and rolling in the mud with a group of soldiers from a village family, carrying a heavy musket in the cold winter or hot season to stand in a military posture, walk in a queue, practice aiming, eat the coarsest food, and sleep in a smelly Datong shop.

At the beginning of this year, when the battalions were conducting training assessments, he was even smashed with the butt of a rifle by a soldier from the Dingyuan battalion, and the big bag on his head disappeared after almost two months.

After tossing like this, Xu Shizhen's skin became darker, and his body became stronger, and he could nibble on 5 three-tael coarse grain buns with pickle strips in one meal, and he often felt a little unsatisfied.

If they were seen by others, they would never have thought that the rough man in front of them was actually one of the young masters of the Xu family in Qingzhou!

There is no doubt that the soldiers knew Xu Shizhen's identity.

Because on the day of the expansion of the new army, his third brother, who served as the commander-in-chief of the new army, let himself shout his name loudly in front of everyone.

Xu Shizhen.

As long as they are not stupid, anyone can know who they are by this name.

And there may be reckless men and nerds in the new army, but there are certainly no fools.

Therefore, there are more than 4,000 officers and soldiers in the new army, and everyone knows that there is a soldier named Xu Shizhen, who is the younger brother of the commander and the young master of the family.

It's just that they don't take it seriously.

When it is time to train, he grits his teeth and insists on training, and when he should be beaten with a military stick, there will be no shortage of sticks, and there are often officers who scold themselves for embroidering pillows.

Xu Shizhen even felt that the butt of his gun and the wooden stick he stabbed at him during confrontation training were always three points stronger than ...... others.

However, after adapting to this kind of life, Xu Shizhen felt that it was actually quite comfortable to mix with the group of rough men and comrades-in-arms around him.

After the training, the soldier is allowed to move freely and rest time, and there will be acquaintances who will pull him to listen to the commentary and watch the play (the performance team formed by itself in the new army only engages in creation after training, but there are special subsidies, and the form is a bit like the art club in the school in later generations).

Because he can read and write, Xu Shizhen himself still has a position as a "screenwriter" in the troupe, and often writes some short stories for the troupe.

The subsidy he received was usually directly exchanged for wine and meat, and he invited his friends from the same team to have dinner together.

Such a generous approach, coupled with the physical foundation accumulated from not lacking food and clothing since childhood, made him a soldier who was very popular and trusted by his comrades-in-arms.

Therefore, Xu Shizhen was also selected as a training pacesetter this year, and was dispatched to the newly formed Weiyuan Battalion as a veteran as the captain of the Shenji Soldier Squad.

Among his contemporaries, this was the only one!

Xu Shizhen knew that if he went to ask the third brother or the second uncle, he would definitely get a high status - I am afraid that he would not be inferior to the second brother who had made a big mistake.

But Xu Shizhen always felt that it was not good, and he relied on his own strength, even if he was only a team leader, to achieve his own results.

He firmly believes that his current achievements have surpassed that of the second brother who is the castle owner and the commander of the empty battalion.

Thinking about it this way, it's a little complacent.

Xu Shizhen raised the arquebus, put his mouth to the hook and blew it gently, watching the fire rope made of hemp rope soaked in salt water flickering brightly.

Afterwards, he instructed the other musketeers in his squad to "check the arquebus!" ”

The arquebus is so troublesome that once it is in formation, it must remain burning in order to be ready to fight.

In this way, even if he does not enter the battle, a soldier will have to burn almost an inch of arquebus in half an hour.

As a squad leader, Xu Shizhen had to check whether the nerves of his subordinate soldiers were kept dry and whether the spare arquebuses were sufficient before the battle, and he also reminded the soldiers to check the burning status of the arquebuses and check whether the smoldering coals were normal (spare fire) .......

There are so many things and so much trouble, which makes Xu Shizhen feel very unhappy.

He had always wanted a flintlock pistol that didn't have to worry so much, and although it required a lot of inspection work by non-commissioned officers before the battle, it finally didn't have to repetitive work in the battle formation, and even if it wasn't checked carefully, at most a gun wouldn't go off, and it wouldn't be as dangerous as an arquebus.

After all, all arquebusiers operate gunpowder in an open flame, or operate an open flame in gunpowder, and if you are not careful, the medicine gourd hanging on your body may be ignited, causing attrition or even permanent loss of soldiers.

In the previous training, the newly established Weiyuan Battalion had already caused more than 10 accidents due to improper operation of arquebuses, adding up to 3 deaths and 11 injuries.

Unfortunately, the production of flintlock pistols is too low, and at present, only the equipment is concentrated on recruits, and training pacesetters like Xu Shizhen can only use arquebuses.

Because veterans are not prone to operational errors, they are more able to control arquebus .......

This made Xu Shizhen feel strange and aggrieved - well-trained people can't get good weapons, which is a bit incomprehensible.

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

There was a sudden sound of real cheers around him, and Xu Shizhen, who was contemplating in his own world, raised his head and found that it was the soldiers of the Zhenyuan battalion in front who were escorting Zhu Long and more than thirty other captives, past the soldiers in the array, and went to the rear of the camp.

All the soldiers who saw this scene cheered, as if victory was already in hand.

"Brother Zhen, you say, isn't it our turn this time?" A recruit named Zhang Youdi beside Xu Shizhen asked in a low voice.

"We probably don't need it, but maybe we have to go into the streets of Nawu Fort to fight."