"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ”

With the sound of five crisp gunshots, the town of Huangnigang, which was shrouded in the night, fell into chaos again, and the revolutionaries of the Qunzhi Society launched an uprising on time according to the agreement with Zhao Bei.

"Comrades! Brethren! The Manchu Qing Dynasty has no way, and it will bring disaster to the country and the people! I'm waiting for the sons of the Han family, with a dignified seven-foot body, how can I be oppressed by the banner people anymore? The Manchus stole my artifact, enslaved my compatriots, and were willing to be foreigners' lackeys. Whose family is not a wife? Which is not hungry and cold? ”

Yang Wangpeng stood on a two-wheeled baggage cart, holding a gun in one hand and a torch in the other, impassioned at the black and oppressive rebel soldiers in front of him.

"People say, what are we going to do?" Yang Wangpeng asked loudly.

Without waiting for others to interface, Tian Jinfu, who was standing next to the car, stepped forward and responded loudly: "Of course it's revolution!" There is no other way for us to go but revolution! As a "liaison" sent by Zhao Bei, he didn't mind playing the role of an "athlete" again, and there were more than a dozen Anqing officers who were leading the task like him, all of whom had already taken advantage of the cover of night to infiltrate various camps.

"Revolution!" Team Officer Pan Kangshi shouted.

"Revolution!"

"Revolution!"

The soldiers also shouted, and the rifles in their hands were raised high and fell together, the bayonets on the tips of the guns flashing with cold light.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

"Bang! Bang! ”

In the distance, there was a sporadic burst of gunfire, and after a while, the gunfire became dense like fried beans, in all directions, everywhere, and the barracks was suddenly in chaos.

"The Anqing rebel army has sent 5,000 people to kill it! The end of the Manchu has arrived! Comrades, brethren, revolution with me! Kill! Yang Wangpeng waved his pistol, jumped down from the baggage truck, and led the hundreds of rebel soldiers to kill the Chinese army, because the officers who refused to participate in the uprising had just been killed with bayonets, so now no one dared to stop them.

After this small army came out of the camp, more soldiers gathered from all directions, but in the blink of an eye, this rebel force quickly increased to more than a thousand people, and in the darkness, I don't know who took the lead, and a majestic song sounded:

"When will I wake up after a long dream for a thousand years, and who will make the alarm bell ring. East Asia Xiongzhou will sink the land, and listen to the lyrics of a song...... Don't send Shaoguang to the old, and the old man is self-pitying. Catching up with Japan, Europe and the United States, the world's civilization is the first to open. ……”

At times like these, singing is a trumpet, and singing is a command!

In the majestic singing, more teams gathered, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, converging into an unstoppable revolutionary torrent, surging forward, sweeping away all the forces that tried in vain to stop it.

……

On the hill two miles away from Huangnigang Town, Zhao Bei stood under a tree, holding a telescope, taking in the fire dragon in the dark, which was the torch in the hands of the rebel soldiers, and it was also the blazing flame in their hearts.

And the person who ignited this flame was none other than Zhao Bei! The wheels of history, which had turned, began to accelerate.

In the lens of the telescope, the small town of Huangnigang has become a pot of porridge, and the light flashes from time to time in the darkness, which is the muzzle flame of the rifle shooting, and the sound of gunfire like fried beans echoes in the river valley.

"Wu Zhenhan!" Zhao Bei shouted.

"Here!" Wu Zhenhan stood beside Zhao Bei and replied loudly.

Zhao Bei couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pluck his ears, and said, "Order the artillery, push those two mountain guns to the gun position and shoot directly!" ”

"Yes!" Wu Zhenhan turned around and ran down the valley.

Zhao Bei put down the binoculars and glanced at the nearby ridge, but saw that the darkness was densely packed with people, although no one spoke, but they could hear their heavy breathing, as well as the occasional sound of pulling the bolt or adjusting the ruler, the only machine gun was also slowly turning the muzzle in the dark, in this situation, there was no need to dig a bunker at all, if someone wanted to rush up the mountain, the condescending rain of bullets could ensure that he would not return.

The cold mountain breeze blowing is enough to keep one calm.

"No one is allowed to shoot without my orders!" Zhao Beida repeated the order just now, there is no way, more than half of these people are newly recruited recruits, and they will inevitably lose sight of one or the other when they go into battle for the first time.

When Wu Zhenhan commanded the artillery to push the two mountain guns to the hill, a few green lanterns had risen in the dark river and the harbor, which was a signal from the assault team led by Zhu Daniu, which showed that they had captured the baggage ships loaded with shells and cannons, in this cold winter night, these excellent boatmen and sailors did not live up to Zhao Bei's trust, as long as the ships were driven downstream at night, even if the Qing army wanted to organize a counterattack, it was impossible.

On the battlefield of this era, artillery is everything!

Zhao Bei walked to the side and looked at the two mountain guns that had been dragged to the gun position, this is the German Krupp mountain gun imitated by the Jiangnan Manufacturing Bureau, the hydraulic spring-loaded tube is withdrawn, the barrel is 14 times the diameter, the threaded partition bolt, the muzzle velocity of the shell is 280 meters per second, the total weight of the cannon is 386 kg, the maximum firing range is 4300 meters, the performance is quite excellent, and in addition to the re-entry spring, the other parts are made in China, the localization rate is very high, and it is a representative work of the first industry in the late Qing Dynasty. In the new army in the south, this kind of new artillery is rare, there are only four artillery battalions in Anqing, and Zhao Bei brought two, so it can be said that Xiong Chengji poured great enthusiasm into this operation.

Zhao Bei retracted his gaze and said lightly: "Measure carefully, fire carefully." Then he stepped aside, and he didn't have to worry about the rest of the things, these artillery pieces were carefully selected from the Anqing New Army, and the shooting skills were quite excellent, plus the German-made artillery team mirror, no target could escape the bombardment of these two mountain guns.

Wu Zhenhan walked up to Zhao Bei, holding a horse lantern in his hand, with no expression on his face, quietly waiting for Zhao Bei's order.

Zhao Bei glanced at the two hundred commandos behind Wu Zhenhan, these people were all veterans, and most of them had participated in the battle in Anqing and had some actual combat experience.

Zhao Bei retracted his gaze, glanced down the mountain, and said lightly: "Wu Zhenhan, you go down the mountain." ”

Wu Zhenhan saluted, didn't say any nonsense, turned around and led the team along the ridge to the foot of the mountain, their task of this assault team is to attack those baggage boats, even if they can't be captured, they must prevent the Qing army from using them, because the new army of Qiu Cao has sent reliable information, so which ship is loaded with ammunition, they know it clearly, in addition, they have to cooperate with the rebel troops to occupy the iron bridge.

The night was dark, and only some vague black shadows on the ridge moved towards the foot of the mountain, gradually blending into the dark background, and it was no longer possible to distinguish which was the person and which was the mountain.