Chapter 105: Reinforcements
Sun Tianhao lowered his head deeply: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that tomorrow I will die." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I've already crossed once, and I don't want to become a lonely ghost again, and I don't want to die without a whole corpse. β
"Tianhao, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Yiyi asked, "You weren't afraid when we first encountered He Lao Liu, you weren't afraid when we defended Yulin Bay, even when Qiongzhou Mansion was attacked by Liu Xiang, why are you so scared now?" β
"It's different, it's different, it's different." Sun Tianhao muttered, "At those times, we had a chance to win, but now, do we have a chance to win?" A living person was stabbed to death in front of me, hacked to death, and his intestines flowed all over the ground. I don't want to be like that, I really don't want to. β
Jiang Beiming stood up and patted Sun Tianhao: "Tianhao, I promise you, no matter what happens tomorrow, none of us will die." If you really want to leave, you will be the first to get on board. β
"Nope." Sun Tianhao shook his head resolutely, "And you, you also have to get on the boat together." β
"Okay, there's still us, let's go together." Jiang Beiming forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart, "Death, who is not afraid of death?" Even these two-life travelers have a natural fear of death. In the face of death, there is no distinction between modern people and Ming Dynasty people. The enemy's unified ammunition is coming, and the big knife is slashing, what can these people who have advanced for 400 years do, their minds cannot stop the bullets. When these traversers talked about educating the people of the Ming Dynasty to be loyal to the monarch and patriotism, and to die on the battlefield, there were a few people who could see death as if they were at home like Qin Lin. And Sun Tianhao just said his truest thoughts, in the face of the threat of death, any choice is not wrong. Even if it was himself, let Zhao Dequan prepare the boat in advance, didn't he also have the idea of leaving the Ming Dynasty people and running away, and what qualifications did he have to accuse others. β
Jiang Beiming was thinking about something, but he saw Xu Lang's lips moving up and down, and he didn't know what he was muttering.
"Xu Lang, what are you doing, what are you talking to yourself?"
"Beiming." Xu Lang suddenly clapped his hands and shouted, "You spent at least 8,000 taels of silver on Sun Dalei, you wait to go back and he will bite you to death." β
The next morning, the sun was shining. Jiang Beiming and Xu Lang led several officers to inspect the defensive line, and the faces of each soldier added solemnity and solemnity. Yesterday's battle made everyone experience the tempering of blood and fire, especially the achievements of Ye Zhan's first company and second platoon spread throughout the entire mixed battalion and pioneer regiment.
"The morale of the soldiers is not bad." Xu Lang said as he stood on the wall in front of him.
"yes, that's reassuring." Jiang Beiming held the binoculars and stared ahead, "When this battle is over, the military spirit of our mixed battalion will be beaten." β
"Hehehehe." Xu Lang suddenly laughed alone.
Jiang Beiming turned his head to look at him in confusion: "You are stupid, what are you laughing at?" β
"I'm thinking." Xu Lang replied, "When we were in our last life, some people often said that in this life, if you don't go to college for four years, you shouldn't be a soldier for a few years, it's always a regret in life. I have always wanted to make up for this regret of being a soldier, but I have never had the opportunity to make up for it, but I didn't expect to solve this regret in this life. β
"What a pity are you?" Jiang Beiming put down the binoculars, "Since the day I entered the military academy, I thought that one day, I would be able to command thousands of troops and horses from a high position. But after being a soldier for more than ten years, let alone thousands of troops, he didn't even get promoted to a school officer. β
"Is that the fulfillment of your wish now?"
"Now." Jiang Beiming raised the telescope again, "There are thousands of catties of righteousness that make my shoulders sore." β
"Herald!" Without waiting for Xu Lang to speak again, Jiang Beiming shouted, "Level 1 battle alert, the Annan people are here again." β
The rapid ringing of bells resounded through the barracks. Zhou Lei got up from the ground and patted the mud on his buttocks: "Fuck, these Annan devils don't want Lao Tzu to have a good rest." Infantry company, checking ammunition, ready to shoot. β
Wang Zhaoxing's command knife was raised high, and the command flag had already been torn into strips of cloth in yesterday's battle. "Everyone, pay attention, look at my command knife today, we don't need to command the flag."
In the distance, more than 2,000 Vietnamese lined up in three phalanxes about 800 meters from the barracks, left, center, and right.
"What are the Vietnamese doing here? No more fighting? Come farming? Xu Lang asked puzzled.
"They're not farming, they're probably digging trenches." Jiang Beiming laughed, "This Vietnamese general is still quite smart, and he is very good at learning and using it." Although our deep pit yesterday played a role in preventing them from attacking, I think it also reminded them that there is no need to be afraid of shells and ammunition in the pit. So they're going to dig trenches today. β
"So how do we deal with it?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to go out today." Jiang Beiming's voice was a little low, "Herald, pass the order, and gather all the thunderbolts and fire oil canisters." Call Zhou Lei, Zhao Qi and Wang Zhaoxing over again. β
After a short time, Zhou Lei and the three of them ran to Jiang Beiming.
"Look." Jiang Beiming pointed to the Vietnamese who were already starting to dig the ground in the distance and said, "They are digging trenches now, if they dig the trenches in front of the barracks or directly dig down the wall, then we will be in trouble." If you think about it, if more than 2,000 Vietnamese people come out of the ground all at once, then we can't deal with them at all, so we have to stop them. β
Zhou Lei and the three of them glanced at each other: "How to stop it, you can give an order." β
"We're going to fight them in the field." Jiang Beiming ordered, "Zhou Lei, take your infantry company, bring all the thunderbolts and fire oil canisters; Zhao Qi, bring all the three-pounder guns, and load them all with shotguns. Keep your distance 200 meters from the barracks, and when their trenches reach the canisters of oil that can be thrown in, use thunderbolts and canisters to kill and injure the people in the trenches, and if anyone comes out, strike them with flintlock muskets. If there are many people, bombard them with artillery. Wang Zhaoxing, all 12 of your naval guns are also loaded with scattered shells, stop the follow-up troops of the Vietnamese at a distance of 300 meters, and be careful not to accidentally injure your own people. Also, bring extra shields in case they shoot with their bows and arrows. β
"Battalion commander, is this okay?" Zhao Qi asked, "If the Vietnamese rush over at once, if we retreat, the artillery will not be able to come back." β
"If that's the case, we don't want the cannon." Jiang Beiming said, "The most important thing is to preserve the lives of soldiers." Remember, at a distance of 200 meters, with the support of Wang Zhaoxing's 30 naval guns and Lin Zhaolong's machine guns, you have a maximum of two minutes to evacuate. I'll send you a signal that you must retreat as soon as you hear the bell ringing from the lookout, do you understand? β
"Understood, battalion commander." Several people replied in unison.
The barracks doors were wide open. More than 100 infantry from four platoons walked in front with muskets and wooden shields, and the artillerymen of the artillery company behind dragged out five three-pounder guns.
The Vietnamese on the opposite side had advanced to more than 600 meters, and the trenches had been dug less than 400 meters from the barracks, and the soft ground made the progress of the trenches quite fast.
The Vietnamese general, who was standing on a high place, looked at the mixed battalion barracks with his hands on the pergola, looked at it for a while, turned his head and said a few words to the people around him.
About three or four hundred Vietnamese formed a phalanx and began to run slowly towards Zhou Lei and them.
"Stop moving." Zhou Lei raised the command knife in his hand, and the team stopped, "The first row, the fourth row erect wooden shields, and the fifth row and the sixth row of muskets are ready." β
"The Vietnamese can't wait?" Xu Lang also saw the situation on the opposite side of the wall.
"The Vietnamese are not stupid and will not wait for you to arrange their troops."
"Everyone, pay attention, load the shotshot, 300 meters in front of the target, be careful not to accidentally injure your own people, open fire!" The command knife in Wang Zhaoxing's hand fell with the sound of the wind.
The 12 guns spat out hundreds of shotguns, which landed accurately in the predetermined area. The Vietnamese fell, and instead of running back after withstanding this blow, the remaining Vietnamese accelerated towards Zhou Lei and them, and the thrown crossbow arrows streaked across the sky with a sharp chirp.
"Fire! Change guns, fire! "2 platoons of 60 soldiers fired 2 consecutive volleys slightly slowing down the Vietnamese.
"Everyone, raise your shields, retreat behind the artillerymen, reload your bullets." Zhou Lei saw that Zhao Qi's cannon was basically erected, and gave another order.
"Fire!" Zhao Qi's order blurted out.
"Fire!" More than 100 flintlock pistols fired more than 100 projectiles in another neat manner.
The Vietnamese, after receiving one blow after another, finally could not bear it anymore, and the remaining 200 hundred people turned around and ran to the rear.
"The Vietnamese retreated, Zhou Lei, they played well." Xu Lang exclaimed excitedly.
"Herald, order the lookout post to ring the bell!" Jiang Beiming's sudden voice startled Xu Lang.
"Why did they withdraw it, didn't they fight very well, those canisters of fire oil are useless?" Xu Lang didn't understand what Jiang Beiming's order meant.
"I don't need it, Xu Lang." Jiang Beiming turned around calmly, "We really underestimated the Vietnamese, and we also underestimated the wisdom of the ancients, we were fooled again." β
"Fooled? How did you fall for it? β
"Look at that."
Following the direction of Jiang Beiming's finger, Xu Lang saw that all the Vietnamese in the distance began to act.
"They dug trenches because they were suspicious, and the purpose was to lure us out. The attack just now was also tentative, testing our artillery and holding back our infantry. You see, immediately these more than 2,000 people will rush over en masse, as long as they can carry 2 rounds of artillery, they will be able to rush under our wall. But our artillery has to be fired once every minute at the earliest, and it can't be stopped at all. β
"So what do we do?" Xu Lang's legs began to tremble a little again.
"Herald, go and call Lin Zhaolong over." Seeing that the herald went down to deliver the order, Jiang Beiming suddenly lowered his voice and said to Xu Lang, "You go and inform all our people now, get ready to get on the ship, we are leaving." β
"And what do you do?"
"I will hold on with Lin Zhaolong until the end, and we will be the last to get on the boat. Rest assured, with his machine gun, we won't be fine. β
Zhou Lei and Zhao Qi were called back by the bell on the lookout post in a daze, and as soon as Zhou Lei climbed the wall, he shouted at Jiang Beiming: "Battalion commander, what's the matter, why should you withdraw if you are fighting well?" β
"What do you have so many why, carry out the order." Jiang Beiming suddenly became angry, "Herald, pass on my order, abandon the left flank and right flank wall, all the infantry will enter the frontal position, and the spear group will be ready." All the artillery was loaded with loose shells, and the Annam were about to attack in a big way. β
"Zhou Lei, Zhao Qi, the two of you will stay for a while." Jiang Beiming stopped the two people who turned around to leave, and at this time, Lin Zhaolong also hurriedly ran up from under the wall with a machine gun.
"Battalion commander, what's the matter?" Zhou Lei had never seen Jiang Beiming get angry, for fear of putting up with him any longer, so he asked cautiously.
"Zhou Lei, Zhao Qi, if we can't stand it for a whileγγγγγγ"
"Beiming, Beiming!" Before Jiang Beiming's words were finished, Xu Lang ran over from a distance.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Several people on the fence asked at the same time.
"Reinforcements, reinforcements." Xu Lang stood under the wall and gasped, "Reinforcements have arrived!" β