Of course, it is unrealistic for this small victory to make the British army give up the attack, but it can tell the British army that the battery is not easy to fight. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The last time they attacked Guangzhou, the main direction of the British attack was the south of the city, first occupying the forts on the river, and then attacking from the southeast, due south and southwest.

At that time, it was Lin Fuxiang's brave battalion that defended the small east gate, and Zhu Jinglun also participated in that battle, and they had to retreat after fighting for a long time. As for the Eight Banners and the Green Battalion, it is said that not long after the battle began, some officers fled, which led to the overall collapse, and the bannermen and grandfathers all went back to their respective homes to protect their families. The Green Battalion soldiers even took the opportunity to loot a large number of shops near the city walls.

Zhu Jinglun believes that the tactics last time were so successful, and the British may choose the same tactics this time.

It's just that the fort is not very easy to fight, and after capturing the fort, the British will launch a frontal attack.

The British landing craft that attacked the fort went back, and the guns on the battleship roared again, and the gunners on the fort were also strictly ordered by Hua Tingjie to return a few shots, and then they found that they couldn't hit it at all, and they hid again. In fact, it is not very useful for them to fire artillery, and the probability of hitting the British warships is not very large. Unless the British troops can get close to one or two hundred meters, and let them directly aim at the bombardment, it will be really difficult for them to let these gunners who have no knowledge of geometry and mathematics, or even know a single word, fight with the British artillery.

The British looked at the use of flowering shells, but the effect was not as good as before.

The village braves who learned to evade were greatly reduced in casualties, and there were sacks filled with river sand near the fort. These sacks can't stop the British army's solid bullets, 32 pounds, or even 24 pounds of solid bullets will beat the sack into bloom, and the sand will fly all over the sky, but to block the shrapnel of the flowering bullet, these damp porcelain river sand sandbags can still do, although the sack is torn, but the shrapnel can't traditional the whole sack.

Therefore, it is relatively safe for the villagers to hide in sacks and ramparts, or even behind the ruins of the wall. In addition, it is impossible for every British shell to fall in the fort area, most of them actually exploded outside the wall, and even directly hit the water, so it seems that the artillery fire is fierce, but the formation is scary, and there are not many people who are really killed.

In fact, until the end of the 19th century, before the large-scale application of modern artillery with metal cartridge shells, the protagonist of the war was the rifle, and three years ago the British and French forces won the Crimean War with the Russians, and it was mainly the rifled rifles of the British and French forces that suppressed the Russian army's smoothbore guns. During the Crimean War, the great Russian writer Tolstoy, who served in the army, later recalled that "the whistling of bullets came from all directions, and for the first time in history, the artillery lost its sense of security in front of the infantry."

Simply solve the battle with powerful firepower, it must be the time of World War II. As for now, if necessary, the White Blade Assault can still achieve a great victory.

An hour later, the British again tried to land on the battery from the water, and they failed again, this time in a different direction, farther away from the battery, but they sadly found that there were still traps buried under the water, and the Chinese soldiers guarding the gunboats did not give them a chance to clear the traps, and once their rowboats approached, the opponents would rush out and fight them with a hand-to-hand fight.

This time, however, they inflicted more damage on the Chinese soldiers, leaving more than 30 lives, and their own casualties were reduced to less than 10 men, because this time they had learned their lesson and did not gather together when they cleared the trap.

The situation became unfavorable, if the British army attacked once, maybe they would be able to achieve victory, after all, there were not many villagers guarding the fort, whether it was Lin Fuxiang or Hua Tingjie's men, they could not bear the casualty rate of the entire army. But at this time the British suddenly stopped attacking, because it was getting dark, and it was clear that they did not intend to fight at night.

But if tomorrow, tomorrow the British will land again, Lin Fuxiang and they will not be able to withstand it.

After watching the battle for a day, Zhu Jinglun also thought about it for a day, and he felt that he might be able to do something. At least help Lin Fuxiang and Hua Tingjie resist a British landing, which can still be done.

But you must be completely prepared, prepare more in advance, so that you will not panic during the event, and you can get the result you want afterwards, which Zhu Jinglun has always believed.

So there was no one in the camp that night, not only the more than 200 Indian soldiers, but also the 2,000 coolies were called.

These coolies have a good life during this time, but they also have a bad life, the good is that they don't have to work, but they have a big cigarette, and the bad is that they have a big smoke, but they are always not enough, and they always hang their throats for a puff or two, which makes people uncomfortable.

Zhu Jinglun didn't have any plans at first, nor was he reluctant to smoke those cigarettes, but out of disgust with addicts, he hoped that they could smoke less, so he reduced the amount to them, and each person was only given one cigarette paste a day, and their smoking addiction was enough for two yuan a day to smoke, and three yuan to be enjoyable.

But there are some plans for now.

I directly gave everyone a piece of cigarette paste and told them that they were having fun and were energetic, and that they would practice well tonight and that they would fight tomorrow.

Don't be afraid of these people running, the whole city of Guangzhou now has a big cigarette in Zhu Jinglun's hand, all the tobacco houses are closed, and a batch of tobacco soil has also been seized in the British military camp, but Zhu Jinglun can't touch those tobacco soil, let alone these coolies, as long as they are still addicted to smoking, they will not leave Zhu Jinglun if they are beaten now.

One by one, they smoked a cigarette bubble, reminisced, dissatisfied, but they didn't dare to be disobedient, and obediently came to the barracks.

There were suddenly two thousand more people in the camp in Xiezhen, and the school grounds seemed a little cramped.

At this end of the school field, some barriers were temporarily stacked with sacks, and at that end, there were more than 300 straw men densely pierced, and the straw men were lined up in a row, neatly and uniformly, like the offensive formation of foreigners.

Rows of ramparts, each 300 meters long, squeezed in 400 soldiers. The coolies in their early 2,000s were recorded behind these barriers, and they were all prostrate and hidden.

"Aim!"

Suddenly, Zhu Jinglun shouted.

I saw the coolies get up in an instant, lie on the sandbags, put their rifles on the sandbags in a panic, and aim at the scarecrows. The three-point-one-line aiming method is not difficult to learn, and Zhu Jinglun feels that these people are much easier to teach than the simple guerrilla recruits depicted in some films and televisions.

In fact, they don't need to aim accurately, the general direction is good, Zhu Jinglun checked them one by one, as long as the rifle is flattened and kept straight, it is basically passed.

"Squat!"

Another order was given.

Everyone hurriedly put away their guns in a panic, squatted on the ground, and hid themselves.

They didn't know what Zhu Jinglun was going to do, so they only told them to follow the practice, and each of them would be given two cigarette paste tomorrow. For the sake of two cigarette pastes, they are willing to practice like this all night, and as for the use of practicing like this, they will not care.

An hour, two hours have passed, and I have repeatedly practiced hundreds of times without knowing how to crouch and aim. These people are already a little impatient, many of them are crying with their mouths open, and they are addicted to smoking. Many people involuntarily skimmed a cigarette box opened next to them, where there was a black shiny cigarette paste, which looked like a first-class product.

Attracted by this ointment, their movements became more and more uniform.

Zhu Jinglun felt that it was almost over, waved his hand, and the black dog guarding the cigarette box immediately shouted, and a group of big smokers pounced on the cigarette box with a roll, and was beaten by the black dog with a stick and locked the cigarette box and threatened not to send it, so he calmed down.

The black dog enjoyed the feeling of being in power, but at the same time he was nervous, guarding the cigarette box, he always felt a cold gaze sweeping down his back, he had no doubt that if it weren't for the barracks, if it weren't for the fact that these people knew that once they did it, they wouldn't have smoked for a long time, he was sure that these people would beat him with a stick.

After receiving the cigarette cream, a group of addicts went to find a place to enjoy themselves, and the sound of ecstasy soon sounded in groups under the corner.

Those Indian soldiers did not sleep, strangely watched the training of the Chinese all night, they did not know what these people were going to do, and Zhu Jinglun did not explain to them.

"Galava, ask your soldiers to help reload these rifles!"

Zhu Jinglun gave another strange order to the Indian soldiers.

They didn't ask why, but under the British, they were accustomed to obeying orders, so they quickly loaded the rifles thrown by the coolies one by one, and then leaned neatly against the back of the sacks.

After those coolies were finished, Zhu Jinglun gathered them again, took out a gun, and showed them how to shoot, the Indian soldiers even installed the primer (fire cap) for them, they only need to pull the trigger, such a simple action can be learned by fools, but there was still an accident, a coolie accidentally pulled the trigger by mistake before hearing the order, almost hit his companion, the bullet flew over the companion's head, hit the barracks, and broke a tile.

Zhu Jinglun did not scold him, but reminded loudly:

"Listen up, when I shout to aim, you keep aiming, and when I shout to fire, you can pull the trigger! Listen to it or not, whoever makes a mistake next time will have the cigarette paste gone tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. ”

It's useless to reason with these people, they only recognize the cigarette paste, and after holding it for so many days, even if the silver is placed in front of them, they are not very happy to pick it up, but when the cigarette paste is placed in front of them, everyone's eyes will shine.

The threat was useful, and everyone listened carefully, and their hands involuntarily tightened, and the rifle in their hands became even more nervous, as if they were holding a treasure.

But nervousness is nervousness, seriousness is seriousness, and mistakes are mistakes.

They went back behind the sandbags again and hid well, and when Zhu Jinglun shouted to aim, several people pulled the trigger, too nervous.

Immediately pulled these people out, took the guns in their hands, let them watch from the side, and clearly told them that there would be no cigarettes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and several people wept and begged bitterly.

But Zhu Jinglun did not relent, he didn't have time, he had to use the fastest speed to let these people show their combat effectiveness, otherwise tomorrow it would not be a question of whether they smoked or not, but whether they had lives.

It had already been practiced hundreds of times, and the muscle memory had been initially established, and then it was much smoother, and only a dozen or so people made mistakes.

Seeing that he could squat down calmly with a loaded rifle, and then stand up and aim, Zhu Jinglun felt that it was almost there.

Finally shouted: "Fire!" ”

The gunshots rang out, and the startled Bai Gui ran out without shoes, Zhu Jinglun knew that they were not successful, and they had to continue to practice.