Today, Mao Jue is dressed very formally, although he is not wearing armor or official uniforms, he is still wearing the narrow-sleeved uniform jacket and pants that Dongjiang has promoted, a bit like the appearance of a British admiral, but the patterns on it are all unique totems of China, like what moire gold black pattern, gold wire edge, looks very solemn.

It's just that this thin appearance still makes Sun Chuanting, who is accustomed to seeing wide clothes and belts, feel a little awkward, although he also has to admit that not only is there cloth left, but it is also much easier for people to move, and the uniforms of all the directors and leaders when he was in the 19th factory were like this.

It's like King Zhao Wuling's Hufu riding and shooting! Although it is useful, it is always overwhelming.

His thoughts were only fleeting, and Sun Chuanting stepped forward respectfully and bowed, and saluted: "Supervisor, you summoned the last general?" ”

"Master Sun, you are an old-timer, don't be polite with me as a rising star here."

"Inspector, the last general is just a sinner, you are the governor of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, and the etiquette cannot be abolished!"

Sun Chuanting bowed respectfully, but his attitude made Mao Jue still frown, until now, Sun Chuanting still held this sinner's identity in his heart, and he was still biased towards the court!

But this is also a helpless thing, suppressing the unhappiness on his face, Mao Jue still showed that kind and relaxed appearance, regardless of his respect, and then pulled him up.

"Is it customary for Lord Sun to stay in Dongjiang?"

"Back to the superintendent, thanks to the superintendent's care, everything is fine in the Dongjiang River, the family is warm and healthy, and even the dog can study in the factory, everything is the kindness of the superintendent!"

It's good to know! can be praised by such a fierce man in history, Mao Jue is also slightly proud in his heart, this Mr. Sun can be a man, unlike another stubborn old man Sun, who still scolds himself from time to time in Mudanjiang Academy! Thinking about it, the corners of Mao Jue's mouth were slightly hooked again, and then he went around in circles.

"The people of Hegang, the workers of the Nineteenth Factory, those subordinates of yours, what do you think?"

"Overseer, what do you command? But it doesn't hurt to say it!"

I also want to play some family cards, but this old guy is impatient first! Looking at Sun Chuanting's serious face, Mao Jue's face also changed from relaxed to serious.

"Ben was going to attack! Just like Hong Chengchou, the governor of Jiliao, he poured 190,000 troops into Liaozuo, regardless of the consequences, and did not die or return!"

"This Jilin Wula City is used as the rear cantonment of the army, I will leave you 30,000 people, most of them are recruited in your Hegang Town, can you protect these young people like you protect the township party brothers?"

Mao Jue obviously had something to say, and even Sun Chuanting couldn't help but repeat it in amazement.

"...... like Hong Chengchou"

In the end, he is a smart person, just for a moment, as if a spark flickered in his mind, Sun Chuanting was so hurried that he couldn't even care about etiquette.

"Mao Jue, do you want to ......?"

"Can you do it?"

After being silent for a few seconds, Sun Chuanting actually made a difficult Dongjiang military salute, and Lizheng slammed his right fist in front of his left chest.

"The dead army is also there!"

It seems that Sun Chuanting's sense of identity with Hegang Town and the 19th Factory is regarded as his hometown, even if he is still unwilling to be loyal to himself, but loyal to this second hometown, the young people who protect the township party are enough to arouse his will to fight.

The key to the whole battle was Sun Chuanting, seeing him go out, the solemnity on Mao Jue's face couldn't be dispersed for a long time, and after a long time, he pulled the bell scraped on the wall.

"Sakura! Pack up, we're ready to go!"

The last part of the Dongjiang garrison escorted grain, grass and artillery shells, and also integrated the mighty group army, meandering to the south, standing on the newly built, still permeated with a smell of cement on the south gate of Jilin City, Yuan Dabao looked down with envy.

"Tsk, that's unfair! Acheng Vladivostok, even those who resist hoes can go south to fight Jiannu, and we in Hegang are here to see our hometown! Thirty taels of silver for a head! That's enough for these old hats! ”

As Sun Chuanting's deputy, the Hegang guerrilla general, he, who was once one of the best generals in the Xiaoyuan battalion, had to be chained here.

It's just that Sun Chuanting's attention is not here at all, he is bent over, looking at the city with his face. A large number of troops went out to fight, so that the street, which was originally designed for running cavalry, suddenly became much wider, and all eight horses stretched out.

The four-wheeled cart loaded with grain was dragged by five huge black iron boxes, these things were heavy, and the horses that were pulling were all snorting and panting, not to mention, and there were more than 80 sergeants neighing behind them to help push the cart.

There is also Sun Chuanting, the officer who shouted the trumpet in front, and Sun Chun, the veteran of the top platoon of the Dongjiang artillery commander, and Mao Jue's old subordinate. Such a thin guy with more than 80 artillery pieces and five bulky big boxes were the life-saving hairs that Mao Jue handed over to him before leaving. Sun Chuanting has been in the army for so many years, but he still hasn't figured out what the use of these heavy guys is in the fight of thousands of troops.

Just as he was pondering and pondering, Yuan Dabao didn't know that the first few complaints had finally reached Sun Chuanting's ears, and he finally responded.

"Thirty taels of silver for a head? Hum! This time the head is enough for you to chop off! I hope you'll be able to cut it by then!"

"Mr. Jun, what do you mean, we still have a chance to go to the battlefield?"

Suddenly excited, Yuan Dabao opened his big mouth, shouted excitedly and asked, but Sun Chuanting turned into a stuffy gourd again, ignored him at all, and actually turned straight and walked under the city wall, he couldn't resist his curiosity, he wanted to study these iron guys.

It was bitter for Yuan Dabao, his heart was like a cat scratching, chasing after him, his legs staggered down the stairs, and he couldn't stop screaming sadly.

"Master Sun, Grandpa Sun! Do we have a chance to move to the front line, you always give a happy word! ”

…………

Liaoyuan battlefield.

The terrible sniper battle has been going on for more than half a month, on the banks of the Huifa River, the cement fortress built by Dongjiang himself has made the cannons jump half away, and the entire hill position is full of holes, Dongjiang does not seem to be in a hurry to take down the mountain where he is located, to rush to the aid of Siping City, this half a month, the large-scale army battle that Dolgon expected has not been carried out once, every day is just a long-range shooting that makes people angry to maddening.

The cannons roared overhead, and then the infantry did not attack when they advanced more than a hundred meters, but relied on muskets and their bows and arrows to shoot at each other. Britain carried out longbow reform, abandoned the longbow that had almost become a national skill and chose the musket for no reason, on the battlefield, even the most primitive musket at that time, the performance was more reliable than the longbow and the effective killing of the flintlock pistol was about 100 meters, the bow and arrow were only 30 to 40, and it was indeed able to shoot more than 100 meters, but the distance could ensure the accuracy rate, only Yang Yuki was alive.

As a result, these days, Dolgon often saw the scene of Qing troops leaning out and shooting arrows being shot to the ground by oncoming muskets.

If you know the truth, it is estimated that Dolgon will be even more angry, Shen Rong, who is fighting against him these days, has not done his best at all, Mao Jue's military order is to protect himself while trying to kill and injure the Qing army, it just so happens that there are a lot of troops under his command, and the number of targets in the Dongjiang River is usually calculated, this time it is rare to let go of the fight, after experiencing the peripheral battle, Shen Rong also dug two trenches in front of the Qing army, so he simply regarded them as a live shooting range, so that the troops under his command practiced marksmanship.

People are growing, at least this is the case with Dorgon, who has been shelled for almost a month, and his headquarters simply dug a large pit into the ground at an angle, supporting the top of the pit with wood to avoid shells, but those Qing soldiers were not so lucky, so they could only dig as far down as possible and make a trench more than half a meter deep to hide.

Early in the morning, the Qing army also opened a group, the cook who put the rice looked at the sky in horror with a steaming steamer cauldron, and the Qing army who took the rice also seemed to run back as if they were fleeing for their lives, grabbing a steamed bun and carrying some pickles and turning around, no one knew when the next shelling of the Dongjiang army would be.

"Damn, this shit* has had enough!"

A Qing army imitation of the Hongyi cannon has become a flute, and in the end, it can only be used as a sofa if it emits a little residual light and heat, and sitting on it, Azig, who has more than a dozen scratches and blood marks on his face, shouted angrily.

"Let's raise the whole army today and kill these bright dogs."

For more than 20 years since the founding of the country, which great war was not a river of blood with a big sword and spear, and it was the first time that he had encountered such a battlefield from a distance, it was about to drive the hot-tempered Azig crazy, but his shouting made Dolgon shake his head fiercely.

"Brother! We can't keep letting Ming Gouzi beat him on his head, and if he continues to fight like this, there will be no morale!"

"How's that? This brother, I will take the Tiger Battalion to hide in the reeds, waiting for the Ming Dog to press up, I will cover the past from the side, and rush the Ming Dog to the firearms array, and then the Fourteenth Brother will wave his army to the front and kill him for a while!"

This is an idea, although casualties are destined to be indispensable, but it is better than holding his breath here, and subconsciously, Dorgon wants to nod.

But at this juncture, Gushan Zhangjing felt that Jitai had an incomparable panic on his face, and hurriedly drilled into the pit.

"A few Lord Belle! Ming Gouzi, the situation is not right, you can go and take a look! ”

couldn't help but feel a sudden jump in their hearts, the three of them threw away breakfast directly, turned around and hurriedly ran out.

In the early morning, the fog of the Huifa River has not yet dissipated, and in the haze, I vaguely saw that the Dongjiang Army had already set up a formation for half an hour, and the military formation on the opposite side today was not known how many times larger than the Shen Rong Kuye Army that was fighting these days, and when he held up the binoculars, Dolgon gasped.

These days, Shen Rong has more than 100 Hongyi cannons, which has already made Dolgon amazed and complained, but this time the artillery carriage Hongyi cannons that were pushed to the front of the Dongjiang Army are simply dense, and the three rows of cannons are side by side, almost covering the front of the entire Ming army's battle array, and there are countless guns, the total number is probably no less than seven or eight hundred, and as for the small-caliber field guns used by the later regiments, let alone how many.

Behind the artillery array, there were countless phalanxes of rifles, and the neat march made Dolgon even feel that he heard the shocking sound of footsteps, and what frightened him even more was that while he was watching, the majestic Dongjiang array suddenly stopped.

"Let's shoot!"

Arrived at the front line, while kicking the horse and gently moving forward, while holding the telescope, looking at Dolgon, he didn't know that the craters made by Shen Rong's measurement unit with special pigment shells these days, Mao Jue gently put down the telescope.

"Stop, fire!"

With the red flag hanging behind his back, the herald hurried to the front, and in just a few seconds, the artilleryman had skillfully unloaded the horse, led him to the back, shook the wheel handle and creaked down the raised muzzle, and pointed to the opposite hill thirty degrees.

The artillery commander lowered the red flag and shouted the order that made all the Dongjiang troops tremble.

"Fa Ye !!"

Dragging the iron chain on the ground backwards suddenly, a Hongyi cannon instantly erupted into a deafening roar, a large area of gunpowder smoke evaporated, in just a second or two, the Qing army formation on the opposite mountain was also like boiling boiling water, steaming, heavy lead bullets directly destroyed the trench wall, raising dust, the white flag armor soldiers who were gnawing on breakfast steamed buns behind did not even snort, they were directly crossed a bloody road by the cannonballs, and the stumps and broken arms were ejected, and they were even directly stunned, a few seconds later, Cries of fear and groans of pain rang out in a loud expanse.

Putting down the binoculars in shock, the muscles on Dolgon's face twitched, and he couldn't even shout orders in a trembling voice, three times.

"Retreat, retreat! The whole army will withdraw quickly !!"

(End of chapter)