Zhu Jinglun watched the battle on the city wall, and on the small east gate tower in the southeast corner, Huang Zonghan was also watching the battle with confidence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Seeing the foreigners advancing by land and water, he also knew that the fort was dangerous.

At this time, a middle-aged staff member who looked like a scholar beside him reported to him: "My lord, Nanxiong Qianqian President Zhang Qianshan please fight!" ”

The Eight Banners and the Green Battalion led by Mukdenne were too late to avoid the battle, and there were even those who asked for battle.

This Nanxiong Qianzong Huang Zonghan knows, Bai Gui has argued with himself in order to give him credit, although he knows that this is Bai Gui's person, but Huang Zonghan is still a little relieved in his heart, after all, Bai Gui is also a scholar, he is a serious professional Jinshi, not a corpse like Mukdenne.

Political disagreement is political disagreement, and when it comes to critical times, it has to rely on them, who read the books of the sages.

Huang Zonghan thought so, he obviously thought that Zhang Qianshan's invitation to fight was instructed by Bai Gui.

But he refused: "What can he do at this time?" ”

The situation outside the city is already like that, the fort is suppressed by the foreigners, the fort is lonely in the water, although there is a pontoon bridge connected to the land, but the foreigners advance by land and water, at this time out of the city just to meet the foreign soldiers advancing on the shore, Huang Zonghan thinks, it is better to guard the city, after all, there is a city wall to rely on.

The staff continued: "Mr. Zhang Qian said that he could rush with the horse team. ”

Huang Zonghan hesitated instantly, although he refuted Zhang Qianshan's merits, thinking that Zhang Qianshan led troops into Guangzhou was not in accordance with the charter, but also admitted that this guy was a brave man, and he captured the two forts alone last time, if he let him charge with a horse team, he could repel the foreign soldiers on the shore, and it would be easier for Hua Tingjie and Lin Fuxiang to guard the forts.

But he quickly retracted this idea, the foreigners were close to the river bank, and there were too many tidal flats and sandy land, and the cavalry could not use it at all, so he used the horse team to charge, for fear that he would fall into it.

Huang Zonghan is just a literati, and he is not proficient in battle formations, of course, he himself may not think so, civil officials who are born in school always feel that they are omnipotent, Xiucai does not go out and knows everything in the world, and of course the military also knows, they have read Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Zhu Jinglun is very self-aware, he knows that although he knows a lot of military knowledge, he has no actual combat experience at all, and the only war memory in his mind is also the experience of following Lin Fuxiang to defend Guangzhou last time, but that experience is completely a failed experience, the experience of cold weapons against foreigners' muskets and artillery, and the experience of heavy losses and losses.

So he just observed, analyzed, but did not plan to intervene in the battlefield for the time being, first, no one sent him, Hua Tingjie is his nominal boss, but in fact, whether it is Hua Tingjie or Huang Zonghan, they all regard themselves as Bai Gui, I am afraid that they will not be bored and mobilize themselves; Second, whether the Indian soldiers under his command can be used now, Zhu Jinglun has no bottom in his heart, and he doesn't want to send those Indian soldiers out without absolute certainty, once it goes well, once it encounters resistance, these people are afraid that they will escape faster than anyone else, which will not only be no good, but will be bad.

The sound of the artillery suddenly stopped, not only the cannons on the batteries, but also the cannons on the British warships.

The reason is very simple, the fort has been suppressed, the gunners have taken care of themselves to dodge, there is no time to fire artillery, and the warships have stopped shelling, because the British landing force has arrived near the fort, and it is only two or three hundred meters away from the fort, and it is easy to accidentally injure their own people when firing at this time.

The British troops on the shore also marched to a position less than a mile from the fort, but they moved some distance north, occupied the area around the Temple of the Three Realms, and lined up in an open field in front of the temple, and they even brought infantry guns, and had already set up a position, but the muzzles were not facing the fort.

Zhu Jinglun understood that this British army was not there to attack the fort at all, it was the soldiers on the rowboats on the river who attacked the fort, and these people were simply here to help contain the reinforcements in the city. Once the attack on the fort is started, if reinforcements are sent from the city, they will intercept it. As for their artillery, they would never fire at the battery, unless they did not care about the lives of the British troops attacking the battery.

The fort is located on a sandbar, called Zhuhengsha, and the rowing boats of the British army are close to the shore of the sandbar, and they are full of confidence, because last year, Sima Migoli led three warships and more than 10 rowing boats to dare to attack the Humen Fort. In their opinion, the current artillery battery is not as good as the Humen Battery, and they sent 15 rowing boats, landing troops of 300 people, there is no reason not to take it, the most likely is that as soon as they land, the Chinese will run out, just like their attack on Dagukou.

So they only seek speed, land in the nearest place, attack the fort as fast as possible, and then the war is over, they think so, but unfortunately this time is not the last time, this time they are facing the Xiang Yong with a higher will to fight, and they are facing the prepared Nanhai County and Lin Fuxiang Yong Battalion.

They only saw that the shore of the sandbar was full of Chinese horses, and what they could not see was that there were traps under the water, waiting for them to step on them.

The sandbar ran aground in the shallows as the British thought, and then one by one the soldiers jumped into the water as fast as they could, and ran quickly towards the shore, and were about to wade to the shore, when suddenly a soldier shouted, fell into the water, and then shouted louder, and rolled in the water, and a blood red spread out between the rolls.

His companion did not know that the soldier had stepped on a bamboo stick first, and the sharp bamboo stick pierced his leather boot, so he fell, but his body rolled directly on the bamboo stick and the pointed log, and the wounds, large and small, plus the loss of blood, soon he did not move.

His companions thought that they had been hit by the Chinese on the battery, because when they rushed off the boat, because the sound of the cannon stopped, the Chinese had already begun to fight back, and they fired muskets sporadically, and it was inevitable that some unlucky people would be shot.

But one after another people cried out in pain, and finally someone shouted that there was a trap in the water, and a soldier raised his foot with the support of his companions, and saw a sharpened bamboo tip slightly thicker than his thumb piercing the sole of the soldier's shoe, and they did not know how many of these things were buried under the water, so they shouted loudly one by one to remind their comrades.

There were few British soldiers who were really stabbed to death by the bamboo tip, and there were not many stabbing wounds, but the panic caused made the British troops temporarily stop the landing, one by one standing in the shallow water, there was no way, the officers soon began to organize everyone to eliminate the trap, and one by one the soldiers groped for the bamboo tips below in the shallow water.

Zhu Jinglun saw Hua Tingjie's figure at this time, and saw him waving his arms behind the ruins of the fort wall, although he couldn't hear what he said, but knew that he was urging his soldiers. He had a hundred musketeers under his command, and at this time all of them were stuffed into the forts, and the British bombardment destroyed the wall, but there was nothing to do about some fortifications, most of these musketeers were not injured, and at this time, they were driven by Hua Tingjie, one by one, they climbed out of the solid bunker, climbed up the ruins of the wall, and shot at the British troops in the shallow water not far away.

It's a pity that their marksmanship is really not very good, and the gunfire is sporadic, either nervous, or unskilled, the loading speed can't keep up at all, and they didn't kill a few British soldiers for a while, but saw that the British army eliminated a lot of bamboo tips.

Zhu Jinglun soon saw Lin Fuxiang's figure again, and he was also beckoning his subordinates to act, Lin Fuxiang's Pinghai battalion numbered eight hundred, but there were only a hundred people on the fort, which really couldn't let go too much, but these hundred or so people were definitely elite. It's a pity that Lin Fuxiang is poorer than Hua Tingjie, and most of his subordinates are cold weapons, equipped with bows, arrows, spears and single knives.

However, Zhu Jinglun remembered that Lin Fuxiang was in the battle of Polo Temple, but he wiped out 300 British and French troops, and captured a lot of rifles, I don't know why he didn't equip it, whether he couldn't use it, or he couldn't look down on it.

Zhu Jinglun didn't know what the reason was, and he didn't have time to think about it, but he saw that Lin Fuxiang's people had already rushed forward, and they were not interested in hiding in the ruins and shooting at the British army.

"Half-crossing, this Lin Fuxiang really knows the art of war!"

Huang Zonghan on the city tower couldn't help but admire when he saw this scene, but his eyes were firmly fixed in the direction of the fort, and he was also holding a telescope.

I only saw that there were twenty or thirty people in front of Lin Fuxiang, rushing forward with shields and single knives, twenty or thirty followed behind with spears, and at the end there were forty or fifty village warriors with bows and arrows, stretching their bows and arrows while running, and the arrows were thrown out, and soon fell on the heads of the British army.

The British army gathered on the beachhead, some of them continued to clear the traps, and some of them began to counterattack, but unfortunately the front of them was stuck in the muddy water, and the back had already got off the rowboat, it was too crowded, the battle column was not lined up, and the rifle bullets did not turn, so only the dozen or so people in the front could fire calmly.

There were casualties on both sides, overall, it was still the British army that was larger, Lin Fuxiang's jumping soldiers were killed and wounded more than a dozen, the long-haired hand was already close to the British army, and crossed the horse to fight with the British army, at this time the British musket in the rear could not be fired, and the British army in front did not have time to load, and attacked with bayonets and spears.

This gave the archers a good opportunity, some of them half-kneeling, some of them standing up straight, constantly bending their bows and arrows, throwing bows and arrows at the British troops on the water, and the British troops kept falling.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the officers ordered one by one, quickly retreated, and ran towards the stranded rowboat on the river.

However, the stranded rowboat was more than ten to twenty or thirty meters away from the shore, and it was still within the range of the bow and arrow, so they were not out of danger, and when the British troops got on the rowboat, they began to counterattack, but the officer's order was very conservative, and they chose to retreat.

Archery is a physical work, a person's seven or eight arrows shoot out, the arm will be sore, so it is impossible to compare endurance with a rifle, Xiang Yong is also good to accept, on the fort, Lin Fuxiang next to a subordinate decisively picked up the gong and struck it, these Xiang Yong also knew each other and retreated.

The British troops on the ship were rowing while shooting, and this side was also retreating while shooting arrows, and soon one side returned to the battery, and the other side was far away from the firing range, and the fierce hand-to-hand combat ended.

The results of the battle were good, a layer of corpses of the red-clothed British soldiers floated on the river, mixed with the red river water, there were forty or fifty of them, and only a dozen corpses were left on the side of Xiang Yong, most of whom retreated unharmed, and the battle was won.