Li Xing put on the uniform of the commander of the Tiger Army and put on a hat for himself.

Looking at his heroic appearance in the coat mirror, Li Xing was very satisfied and grinned.

He was about to leave for the barracks, but he saw a regiment commander named Jiao Datang suddenly running outside the door, holding a large stack of letters in his hand.

"Uncle, the people from all over Shandong have written so many letters again, to prevent you from sending troops to contain the Jiangbei Army."

Li Xing frowned and said, "What kind of messy things? When will it be the turn of these flat-headed people to dictate the movements of our Tiger Army? ”

The regimental commander spread out the letters on the ground, picked out a dozen of them, and said, "Uncle, there are more than a dozen of them in blood!" It's really written in blood. ”

Li Xing was stunned, took the blood book in the hand of the guard, looked at the outer cover of the dozen blood letters, and scolded: "This must be something that the local newspaper in Shandong should not have written, which incited the people." ”

The guards said: "The people are worried about whether the Son of Heaven's authority will be used to disintegrate one town and nine provinces after the power of the Son of Heaven rises. ”

Li Xing thought about it and sat back in his chair.

"I don't want to send troops to help this son of heaven fight, it's just that Brother Wang's military orders are like a mountain, how dare I disobey?"

The head of the regiment, Jiao Datang, said: "Uncle, do you want to send another telegram to ask the prince, just say that the people protest in blood, and ask the prince if he wants to send troops." ”

Li Xing thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask Brother Wang again." ”

The regimental commander was overjoyed, and went to send a telegram. Half an hour later, he ran back with Tianjin's reply.

Li Xing took the telegram and replied.

"There must be no mistake in sending troops according to the original plan."

Li Xing sighed and said helplessly: "Brother Wang wants to be a loyal minister after all. ”

Looking at Jiao Datang, who also had a sad face, Li Xing said: "Now I can only send troops, go!" ”

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On the sixth day of the eighth month, Cao Bianjiao hid in a trench and observed the Jiangbei army under Yuezhou City with a telescope with some doubts.

Everything was just as Cao Bianjiao imagined, the Jiangbei Army was really pinned down by the Tiger Ben Army with 30,000 soldiers and horses, and in the end only 30,000 people were sent to support Yuezhou.

The new army in Beijing successfully waited for 50,000 reinforcements. Now the 100,000 Jingying New Army has surrounded the 60,000 Jiangbei Army, using trenches to cut off the connection between Yuezhou City and the outside world. According to Cao Bianjiao's plan, as long as the Jiangbei Army could be trapped for a few months, the Jiangbei Army's trench tactics would be self-defeating.

But Cao Bianjiao, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, also feels that the situation on the other side is a little weird. When the new army in Beijing dug trenches to encircle the Jiangbei Army, the Jiangbei Army did not engage in confrontation at all, everything was carried out too easily.

Yang Guozhu stood beside Cao Bianjiao and said suspiciously: "Uncle, Wu Sangui has entered Yuezhou City half a month ago, and the Jiangbei Army should have resisted fiercely under the command of Wu Sangui. But they don't move at all these days, and don't seem to care if we surround them or not. ”

"Uncle, I'm afraid there is fraud in this!"

Cao Bianjiao took a breath and observed Yuezhou City in the distance with some confusion. The Jiangbei Army's encirclement of the New Army was so calm that there was really a way to restrain this trench tactic.

However, the envoy of the king of Tianjin said that only the new artillery of the king of Tianjin could suppress the trenches, could it be that the Jiangbei army learned the new artillery of the king of Tianjin?

Cao Bianjiao couldn't help but be a little nervous.

Just as Cao Bianjiao was hesitating there, a cannon shot suddenly sounded on the position of the Jiangbei Army.

I saw only a black shadow flashing, and a small cannonball drew a large parabola in the air, and fell on the outside of the trench of the new army in Beijing with a tom.

The small cannonball landed outside the trench and was silent for two or three seconds, and then exploded with a bang.

Seeing the shell explode, Cao Bianjiao's pupils suddenly shrank.

New artillery?

More curved artillery shells were fired from the positions of the Jiangbei Army.

At first, dozens of artillery pieces were firing, then hundreds of them, and then thousands of guns were bombarding this side. The small flowering bombs weighing several pounds were like bursts of hail, smashing their heads and heads towards the new army in Beijing.

Quite a few shells went into the trenches.

The Ming Dynasty attached great importance to firearms in terms of strategy, and there were hundreds of small cannons in county towns around the country. There are even more types of artillery in the big city. Therefore, the Jiangbei Army's method of collecting tiger squat guns and mortar guns and transforming them into mortars was very successful. In just one year, the Jiangbei Army obtained more than 4,000 "curved guns."

This time when he came to Yuezhou, Wu Sangui brought 3,000 curved guns.

Blossom bombs set off a storm of iron and fire in the trenches. Although the soldiers of the Beijing camp desperately dodged the explosion of these shells, there were always some slower soldiers who were hit. The iron slag inside the flowering bomb swept everything in the small space, killing one Beijing soldier after another.

Cao Bianjiao looked at the trenches where the blast waves of the explosion came and went, and he was stunned.

This is the new type of artillery invented by the king of Tianjin?

Why does the Jiangbei Army, why does Wu Sangui and his puppet have so many new artillery?

The soldiers in the Beijing camp are the elite cultivated by Cao Bianjiao, and their style is quite tenacious. At the beginning, under the artillery fire of the Jiangbei Army, the soldiers of the Beijing camp were able to dodge calmly. As soon as they saw the shells entering the trench, the soldiers jumped to dodge. The fuses of the artillery shells of the Jiangbei Army were not as good as Li Zhi's, and it took two or three seconds to explode after landing, and the soldiers of the Beijing camp still had time to dodge.

But after all, this is to dodge the cannonball with your life, and the fear generated in the dodge again and again can be imagined. Hiding and hiding, the soldiers of the Beijing camp lost their original morale and began to be chaotic.

In the trenches, the soldiers lay on the ground one by one, and no one dared to stand up. Everyone forgot that they were a warrior and only kept their eyes open and their ears pricked up to see if any flowering bullets had landed nearby.

However, the 3,000 curved guns of the Jiangbei Army are still bombing.

Huang Degong looked at the crumbling front and said sadly: "It's over, the new army is over." ”

Cao Bianjiao looked helplessly at the constantly flying curved artillery shells, but there was nothing he could do. At this time, the Jiangbei army was guarding in the trench, and the new army rushed up to die. But if you don't rush, you will be waiting for death if you stay in the trench and be bombed.

Yang Guozhu shouted loudly: "Uncle! There's no way to fight! I had to retreat! ”

Cao Bianjiao is already colorless.

Where is this retreat going? As soon as they get out of the trench, the Jiangbei Army can fight 250 paces of firearms, and the combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of the new army, and the new army that leaves the trench will be pursued and killed by the Jiangbei Army all the way. A hundred miles to the north is the Yangtze River, and the new army in Beijing cannot cross the river in a hurry.

If it is a rout at this time, I am afraid that it will be defeat after defeat, and the whole army will be annihilated.

The shells of the Jiangbei Army fell in the trenches of the New Army in a continuous manner. The soldiers of the Forces nouvelles could not stand such bombardment and began to rout. They no longer obeyed orders and desperately retreated to the reserve trenches in the rear.

The artillery of the Jiangbei Army soon began to diffuse into the trenches behind.

Time passed little by little, and the intermittent artillery fired for a morning, and the soldiers of the Beijing camp were finally crushed by this artillery fire.

The soldiers discarded their weapons, jumped out of the trench with brazenness, and fled aimlessly into the distance.

Cao Bianjiao looked at the collapsed Beijing camp, his face was like ashes.

"The Holy New Army..."

Huang Degong shouted loudly at Cao Bianjiao: "Uncle! The army has collapsed, let's go! ”

Where does Cao Bianjiao still have the heart to retreat? He suddenly bent and spat out a mouthful of blood.

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