Sabu Su finally died two hours later, on the sailor ship of Tangqi Ferry, his own soldiers were very smart, and did not choose to take his body through the canal to flee to Suzhou, but turned west into Tiaoxi and then went north to Huzhou, when the two loyal soldiers took his ashes and finally returned to their hometown in Jilin, it was already two years later. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And He Jin was bloodless, and in the cheers of his hometown fathers and elders, he led the Ming army of his department into Yuhang.

At this time, on the Hangzhou defense line, all the Qing troops have been defeated, whether it is the Eight Banners, the Green Battalion or the brave battalions of those local regimental exercises, they are all fleeing to the north in a hurry without order, behind them, three infantry brigades and one cavalry brigade of the First Army of the Ming Army are chasing with great momentum, capturing groups of prisoners one after another, eliminating piles and piles of Eight Banners that dare to resist, and then receiving one county town after another in cheers.

In just one day, Lin'an, Yuhang, Xincheng, and Deqing have all planted the banner of the Ming Dynasty one after another.

The entire eastern Zhejiang has been to Taihu Lake, at this time there is actually no resistance of the Qing army, all the Qing troops are running forward lifelessly, all the officials are also running, all the gentry are also running, the rule of Kang Mazi in the entire eastern Zhejiang has completely collapsed, no one remains to resist for him even for a day, everyone is running to the second line of defense, that is, the Jiahu defense line, but they don't know that this line of defense is about to be abolished.

"Ready!"

Nian Qianyao leaned on the chest wall that had just been piled up with earth, looked ahead and raised his hand and said.

Beside him, the four best Chengwu Yonggu cannons in the Qing army, the muzzles of the guns stretched out from the firing ports of the breastwork, quietly aiming at the Wusong River two miles ahead, those gunners were nervously waiting for his next order, and on the river, a group of large and small sailing ships that could barely see the edge were slowly coming along the river dozens of zhang wide, and a red flag representing the Ming army was hunting and dancing on the mast of the warship at the front.

"Fire!"

Nian Qianyao suddenly roared.

The four gunners immediately set fire, and the four cannons erupted flames almost simultaneously, and the solid cast iron cannonballs whizzed through the air, followed by a striking hole in the bulkhead of the foremost warship.

"Reload!"

Nian Qianyao shouted anxiously.

At the same time, the Ming fleet on the river stopped.

"Mada, where did the tartar come from!"

Ding Yu, the commander of the Seventh Brigade of the Ming Army, looked at the bulkhead that was pierced by the shells with a frightened face, and said with some astonishment, they did not encounter any resistance at all along the way, the only county town they passed through, Kunshan, the common people directly opened the city gate and came out to line up to welcome, the county commander and a few gentry ran away before they arrived, thinking that there would be no battle before arriving in Suzhou, but they did not expect to encounter a sudden attack here.

"It's broken, the elevation angle is not enough!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation outside.

Ding Yu hurriedly ran out, only to find that they were in trouble, the elevation angle of the four cannons of this small river warship was too small to aim at the Qing army occupying a mound.

And at this moment, Nian Qianyao's cannon roared again, and a cannonball flew almost close to the top of Ding Yu's head.

Looking at the column of water stirred up on the river behind him, he hurriedly shouted: "Quick, drop the sails and retreat, order the first battalion to dock immediately, land and attack the Tartar position, and call the two troop transports behind, the elevation angle of the army guns mounted on them is high enough." ”

With his order, the warship quickly lowered all its sails, moved by the sailors' pennies to get out of the way of the main channel and retreated downstream, while the two transport ships with two nine-pound guns on each deck stepped forward, and then the muzzles of the four cannons were raised and aimed at the Qing position, spraying flames. Behind these two transport ships, small sand boats full of soldiers approached the river bank, and the heavily armed Ming soldiers disembarked and went directly to the water, carrying rifles and rushing towards Nian Qianyao's position in a loose offensive formation.

The latter was lying behind the breastwork like all Qing troops at this time, dodging the attack of the Ming army's flowering bullets.

However, the simple breastwall they built temporarily could not really stop the nine-catty cannon cast steel flowering shells, and there were constantly shells that broke through the breastwork and exploded in the middle of them, Nian Qianyao lay next to a cannon, cursing this vicious weapon, while urging those soldiers to reload and aim and fire. Fortunately, these Qing soldiers were carefully selected, and his strict training on weekdays also had a good effect, although the shells continued to explode nearby, those gunners were still able to stick to their posts and fire at the Ming warships on the Wusong River.

And at the same time, an infantry battalion of the Ming army, which landed at the same time, also began to attack.

"Quick, rush up and stab these bunnies!"

Chang Mao, the commander of the second battalion of the seventh brigade of the Ming army, shouted with a relaxed face, including those Ming soldiers who attacked with rifles, they were also relaxed, the battle has been fought until now, the Qing army is a joke in their eyes, weak bows and arrows, thirty zhang away is basically a non-existent smoothbore gun, if it weren't for the occasional small cannon spraying out of the bullets, they don't even regard the Qing army's defense as a threat at all, but even if there are those small cannons, it is just a full-speed charge at a distance of thirty zhang.

"Get on the bayonet!"

Looking at the breastwork wall that was gnawed like a dog by cannonballs forty zhang away, the captains who led the charge shouted one after another, and the Ming troops who were marching quickly drew their bayonets and began to load their rifles.

"Fire!"

Nian Qianyao behind the breastwork roared.

Behind the breastwork, a Qing soldier with a short-barreled rifled gun pulled the trigger almost at the same time, and in the sudden sound of dense gunfire, lead projectiles flew out one after another, and dozens of people fell in an instant.

The Ming army, which was the first time to encounter an effective attack at such a distance, screamed and paused, and many people subconsciously wanted to lie down.

"Damn it, keep rushing forward!"

Chang Mao suddenly stepped forward, brandishing his saber and shouting.

At this time, the sentinels and captains of the attacking Ming army also reacted, even if the range of the Qing army's guns increased significantly, but it also needed to be reloaded, and then they held their sabers one after another, leading those soldiers to start charging at full speed, but just when they were about to reach the chest wall of the Qing army, the Qing army fired a second round of bullets, and dozens of Ming soldiers fell.

However, at this time, they had also rushed to the chest wall of the Qing army.

"My lord, get out of here!"

A pro-soldier beside Nian Qianyao shouted.

At this time, the Ming army had begun to pour in from the gap opened by the shells, and they all held their rifles to shoot those Qing soldiers who had not yet completed the loading, and then did not care about the loading, and directly held the rifles with bayonets and the Qing army hand-to-hand, in fact, the battle was over at this time. The Qing army's short-barreled rifled guns do not have the ability to stab at all, and can only use the waist knife that they carry with them, obviously this weapon cannot be compared with the Ming army's rifle hand-to-hand combat with those spears after adding bayonets, not to mention that the Qing army is only 300 people, and there are less than 200 left after shelling at this time, while the Ming army is a whole infantry battalion.

"Withdraw!"

Nian Qianyao shouted without hesitation.

He was not ready to die on the battlefield, as a smart man, he just came to make political capital, and this result was enough for him and the new army to enter the emperor's sight, after all, after two years of fighting, no Qing army could play at least a two-to-one exchange ratio with the Ming army.

Well, actually, they're generally twenty to one.

The future Nian general rushed directly at his war horse, and at the same time, a Ming soldier who had just rushed into the chest wall also stared at him, raised the rifle in his hand and pulled the trigger with a slight aim, and the pro-soldier screamed and rushed to the middle, and the bullet hit his chest right in the chest. Nian Qianyao, who escaped the catastrophe, didn't care about this personal soldier, and quickly jumped on his war horse, and at this time, the remnants of less than a hundred Qing troops also got on their horses, but then four more shells fell among them, and more than a dozen people were blown away at once, but the rest still rode their horses and rushed out.

Just when Nian Qianyao was about to escape, the Ming soldier just now finished loading, aimed at his back and pulled the trigger, Nian Qianyao's body on horseback immediately shook, obviously he was shot, but he didn't fall and still rode away on horseback.

"Thirty dead and fifty wounded? Didn't you lose so much in Shanghai? ”

Immediately afterwards, Ding Yu was stunned to face the casualties of this skirmish, although the casualties were less than a hundred, but this is already a very terrifying number, as he said, there were not so many casualties in Shanghai! In fact, the total number of casualties of the Ming army in Shanghai was only thirty.

"The main thing is that the Tartars have changed their guns."

Chang Mao said as he handed him a short-barreled rifled gun and a bullet.

"Huh, what is this?"

Ding Yu said curiously.

"The rifled gun of the Tartar is not a steel pipe, it is a wrought iron coil, and it is estimated that they can't pull out the rifling of the long pipe, so they can only make this kind of short pipe, and the rifling inside is also very simple, in short, everything is to imitate our rifle as much as possible, you see that even the bullets are almost the same."

Chang Mao picked up a paper bullet and pointed to the primary version of the Mini bullet inside.

"It's a lot of progress, even the Tartars can make rifled guns, but if you want to defeat us with this, it's a joke!"

Ding Yu took the short-barreled rifled gun and said disdainfully.

He didn't know that this gun had nothing to do with the Tartars, it was done by his Ren and his fellow countrymen.

Of course, it was just a trivial battle, like throwing a stone in the surging river, it would not have any effect on the situation of the battle, and after stabbing all the captured Qing troops, the Ming army quickly boarded the ship and continued to advance, arriving in Suzhou three hours later. At this time, the Qing army in Suzhou should have run clean, there was no defense in the city at all, the Ming army landed in the cheers of the people and then marched into Fengmen in a neat line, officially recovering the second provincial capital on the territory of the Ming Dynasty. (To be continued.) )