When Luo Jian and his entourage arrived at the station of the Seventh Division in the east of Nanpi County, Wang Qiang was at a loss by Li Xiangjun.

After all, Li Xiangjun's son was stolen by the people planted in Cangzhou by the Ministry of Security, in fact, it didn't take any effort from the Ministry of Security, as long as he spent some silver to buy off a subordinate of the Hou Mansion, this person secretly took the child out the next day.

After two years, Li Xiangjun saw his son again, and he was so excited that he cried for a long time, but the servant woman was careful, opened the child's clothes and looked at the birthmark on the buttocks, and determined that the child was indeed Li Xiangjun's son.

Grateful Li Xiangjun came to the Seventh Division with the child in her arms, she wanted to thank Wang Qiang, if Wang Qiang didn't help, she felt that it would be impossible to see her son again in this life.

When Luo Jian arrived, Li Xiangjun pulled his two-year-old son to kneel down and bow to Wang Qiang, but Wang Qiang didn't dare to step forward to help, but only shook his hand desperately to let them get up.

Luo Jian and his entourage arrived in time, and finally let Wang Qiang get rid of the embarrassment.

"Chief, chief of staff, you have all arrived, it is estimated that you will arrive in a day or two, I didn't expect you to hurry so quickly." Wang Qiang ran over and saluted Luo Jian and Yi Bangcai and said.

"She's Li Xiangjun? Did the child pick it up? Luo Jian asked, and Wang Qiang nodded yes.

Li Xiangjun saw Luo Jian coming, and pulled the child over to kneel down and kowtow, Luo Jian smiled, "Miss Li, it's not that you don't know our rules, and you are not allowed to kowtow to people in the future, especially don't teach children to kowtow to people everywhere, kneel around and kneel to make your backbone weak." ”

Listening to Luo Jian's words, Li Xiangjun's face turned red, and she felt that Luo Jian's words meant something. Isn't his husband, Marquis Fangyu, a spineless person?

"Miss Li. Now the child has received it. What are you going to do? Do you want to go back to Cangzhou to stay with Hou Fangyu, or go back to Nanjing? Luo Jian didn't notice the change in Li Xiangjun's face and asked with concern.

"Governor, don't mention that person, the little woman is not important in his heart at all, what he cares about is the high-ranking officials and the glory and wealth. The little woman should go back to Nanjing, no matter how bitter it is, I will bring up the child. I want to teach him to be a good man, not to be like his father. Li Xiangjun began to speak a little miserably, but then finally showed a resolute look on his face.

"That's fine, you go to Nanjing to find your sister Liulan and ask her to arrange something for you to do, and if you have an income, you can raise the child to adulthood. Chief of Staff, you can arrange for her mother and son to return to Nanjing with the people who work together. Luo Jian looked at Li Xiangjun, this famous woman in the late Ming Dynasty was actually a poor person, if it weren't for the arrival of a few of her own people, everything would have changed. Her relationship with Hou Fangyu can last for a few more years, and she will spend the rest of her life in depression in the future.

Listened to Luo Jian's words. Li Xiangjun didn't kneel down and kowtow again this time, but just pulled the child to Luo Jian and Wang Qiang and bowed deeply, and left with the servant woman with his son.

"Chief, you're really going to fight this time, right? We can't wait. Wang Qiang waited for Li Xiangjun to walk out of the tent, and hurriedly asked Luo Jian.

"You kid is just anxious, you've been waiting for a few years, and you're still in a hurry? We must fight before fighting, and we have to plan well before fighting, right? Luo Jian listened, pointed at Wang Qiang and scolded with a smile.

"Division Commander Wang, when the Tenth Division and two cavalry brigades arrive, we will officially launch an attack on Cangzhou." Yi Bangcai explained to Wang Qiang next to him.

Luo Jian originally promised Ma Yingkui that if his garrison division relieved the siege of Jinan, he would change the garrison division to the main combat division, and now Ma Yingkui's garrison division has been named the Tenth Division of the National Defense Force, and the Tenth Division is now one day away from the Seventh Division.

The two cavalry brigades also began to maneuver towards Texas after Luo Jian, Yi Bangcai and others left, and the distance was not far away.

"Two cavalry brigades are here, that's great, now I'm not afraid of the Qing soldiers escaping." Wang Qiang said happily.

"The Fourth and Sixth Divisions will launch offensive operations in the direction of Wuyi and Wuqiang to ensure the safety of your left flank, and when the time comes, you just let go of the fight. Xiao Wang, you can take us to see the troops first. Luo Jian said.

"Since you're not in a hurry, chief, you'd better rest with the chief of staff first, and how about going to see the troops training tomorrow?" Wang Qiang saw that Luo Jian and Yi Bangcai were both tired, and then he remembered that the two had traveled a long distance.

"What else do you want to rest? It's good to get a good night's sleep, let's go, let's watch the troops, I think it's been a few months, can your seventh division make progress? Luo Jian didn't want to rest, so he called Wang Qiang and left the tent.

"Chief, we have made an adjustment in the recent training, and I found that there were some problems with our firepower grouping and allocation in the past, mainly because the firepower was too concentrated, which caused a lot of waste. Wang Qiang said to Luo Jian as he walked.

"This can't be dogmatic, the opponent you are facing now is underequipped with firearms, of course, you can increase the attack front, once you encounter a Qing soldier equipped with full firearms, you have to adjust it in time."

Luo Jian also knew this, but he always wanted to use powerful firepower to reduce the casualties of the troops as much as possible, and the huge casualties caused by the battle outside Anqing City left an unforgettable mark on his psychology.

It's early February, the snow and ice are starting to melt, and the ground is a little muddy.

"Is the road so wet that it has an effect on the maneuvering of the artillery?" Looking at the soaked road, Luo Jian asked worriedly.

"There must be some impact, but our artillery is not too heavy, and it is all rubber tires, we have also considered this problem, and we can overcome it by sending some more manpower at that time." Wang Qiang said.

"Governor, don't worry about this, I know the climate of Shandong best, this kind of weather will dry out as long as the sun is out for a few days. But spring is coming, and there must be a lot of rain, so it's right to be more prepared. Yi Bang said.

"What's going on over there with the Qing soldiers?" Luo Jian asked.

"Hehe, what can they do? It's just that they're digging desperately for the fortifications, and I think they want to bury themselves all in the ground. During this time, our scouts have hardly encountered the scouts of the Qing soldiers, and we know their defense lines well. Wang Qiang said with a smile.

The training of the Seventh Division made Luo Jian and Yi Bangcai very satisfied, and a few months passed. The tactical level of the Seventh Division has made great progress. Luo Jian is full of confidence in the upcoming battle.

The next day, Luo Jian and Yi Bang personally rushed to the defense line of the Qing soldiers and inspected for a long time. The situation seen in the telescope is no different from what Wang Qiang said, there are indeed a lot of people on the Qing defense line, and there are also many soldiers carrying firearms, but there are not many artillery pieces seen.

It's not that Dolgon doesn't want to equip the troops with more artillery, it's just that the limited steel is used to make new muskets, and it is extremely difficult to make flowering shells, and at present, the Manchu court only equips the new army in Beijing with seventy or eighty artillery pieces that can open fireworks, and it would be good for other troops to have a few old-fashioned artillery.

The Qing soldiers in Cangzhou had dozens of artillery pieces of various kinds. It's just that Tan Tai knew that these artillery pieces were placed in the fortifications in the field, but they were just the dishes of the Wehrmacht artillery, so he simply placed them all at the head of Cangzhou City, maybe this could still play a little role.

On the third day after Luo Jian arrived at the Seventh Division, two cavalry brigades arrived first and set up camp in the left rear of the Seventh Division, and on the fourth day, Ma Yingkui took the Tenth Division into position, but Luo Jian did not give the order to attack.

"Chief, can you fight? Aren't all the troops already in place? Wang Qiang waited anxiously, and wondered why Luo Jian didn't give the order to attack.

"There's no hurry. Wait two more days, and then wait for the new weapons to arrive. Luo Jian said with a smile.

"Chief. What's new? Wang Qiang asked curiously, he was clear about the weapons that the military factory could produce, but he couldn't think of anything new that could be produced.

"You'll know when you get there." Luo Jian sells Guanzi.

In the afternoon, the "new weapons" arrived, in the form of several large boxes brought in by mules and horses. Wang Qiang was the first to run over and open the box, reaching out and taking out a few pieces of paper from it to take a look, "Chief, the new weapons you are talking about can't be these leaflets, right?" ”

"That's it, you hurry up and contact the people from the Ministry of Security and send them all to the Han army of the Qing Army." Luo Jian was very satisfied with the speed with which Jinan printed these leaflets, and finally produced them before the campaign was launched.

The next day, the 7th Division began to maneuver in the direction of Cangzhou, and the 10th Division and two cavalry brigades protected the two wings and slowly pressed towards Cangzhou City.

Hearing that the Wehrmacht had finally begun to attack Cangzhou, Tan Tai breathed a sigh of relief, the opponent's arrow was on the string, giving people the greatest pressure, and now that the arrow was shot, whether it was dead or alive, it was this hammer deal, Tan Tai was not nervous.

However, what Tan Tai didn't expect was that after the two divisions and two brigades of the Wehrmacht forced up, they did not immediately attack, but set up camp a few miles away from the Qing defense line, which made Tan Tai and a group of Qing generals puzzled.

And when Shi Tingzhu came to report to Tan Tai with a stack of leaflets, Tan Tai finally knew why the Wehrmacht did not attack immediately.

"Marshal, the hearts of the Han army are all in chaos, and we can't fight this battle." Shi Tingzhu said anxiously.

Tan Tai didn't speak, just stared at the flyer in his hand.

"Ninety-nine with a steel knife in his hand, kill all Hu'er before stopping... Vicious! It's so ruthless! Tan Tai muttered softly.

Qin Huzi, who is not yet seventeen years old this year, leaned sideways on the edge of the trench, holding a piece of paper in his hand, if he looked closer, there were only a few simple words on the paper, these words Qin Huzi did not recognize, but he understood the meaning of the pictures on the paper. The paper was crumpled and had apparently gone through a lot of hands.

The picture is very easy to understand, a row of people dressed as Qing soldiers lying in the trenches, the Wehrmacht on the opposite side is steaming rice in a big pot, and two people are still stretching out their hands to greet the Qing soldiers, presumably beckoning them to come over to eat. Seeing this, Qin Huzi swallowed his saliva, he couldn't remember what the rice tasted like.

Qin Huzi was in Shandong with the Ming army to take refuge in the Manchu Qing, when he was not yet fifteen years old, in order to stutter, he joined the Ming army, soon the Qing soldiers came, his Ming army directly surrendered to the Manchu Qing, Qin Huzi also became a Han soldier in the Qing army.

"Huzi, put it away! The official is here! An old soldier in his early forties next to him yelled softly at Qin Huzi.

The old soldier is from Qin Huzi's village, and he joined the Ming army for the same reason, and there are still a few people in Qin Huzi's team like this, because Huzi is the youngest, and everyone takes care of him, which makes Huzi not bullied.

Maybe he was too hungry, or maybe he was attracted by the picture on the leaflet, Huzi didn't hear the veteran's reminder until the general came to see him.

The general snatched the leaflet, took it in his hand and looked at it, immediately crumpled the leaflet into a ball, raised the horse whip in his hand and slashed Qin Huzi on the head and face. (To be continued.) )