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As the son of an out-and-out Han Chinese who fled from the north and south, Qiu Zhong lost his father when he was a child, and it was his mother who raised him with the help of the warm-hearted neighbors around him, and gave him this name. Qiu is the surname of the family, and it also does not forget the hatred of his father who was brutally killed by the Mongolian Tatars, and Zhong is the name, which means loyalty to all those who have saved their lives.

As a son from the south, Qiu Zhong did not hesitate to sign up for the army, because of the revenge of killing his father twenty years ago, because of the dream of his mother and himself to go back to his hometown for so many years, because of the ······

Because of the Han people in the north and south of China, a long-cherished wish of three hundred years!

Because of the courage in the army, Qiu Zhong was soon promoted to ten generals and capital heads, until today. In the Northern Expedition, he has always been the pioneer of the army, and this time it is because of his efforts that the two Huai armies found ships, although the number is not large, but it is like a charcoal in the snow.

And Qiu Zhong did not hesitate at all, and chose to be the captain of the commando, how could he be without him in the first battle of the two Huai armies who forcibly crossed the Baigou River! Twenty years ago, my father's generation walked here and fled for their lives south; Twenty years later, he wants to kill from here, regain the lost land, and regain the lost dignity.

The ship behind him had retreated in a panic, and Qiu Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

I want to look back to the south, I wonder if the old mother at home is looking north, waiting for her son's triumph? In his life, I am afraid that I will never see my old mother again, but Qiu Zhong does not regret the choice he made.

For the victory of the Northern Expedition, someone must sacrifice, so let him come!

"Long live Daming!" Qiu Zhong turned his head sharply, roared, and pulled the explosives bag in his hand. Da Ming Erlang swore to die in the Northern Expedition, facing the south, tears in his eyes, what kind of system! If I let my mother know, I'm afraid it would be too embarrassing to laugh at myself.

The earth-shattering explosion drowned out all shouts and arrows at once. The entire arrow tower collapsed to one side at a speed visible to the naked eye, the huge arrow tower skewed down and smashed heavily on the water, including the wall on one side was directly smashed, and the Mongolian soldiers fled in panic, and even couldn't take care of the Ming ships.

"Dutou!" The voices of the soldiers of the Ming army on the ship were already crying, but the movements in their hands did not stop. The three ships slammed across the other two trestles and swooped down on the turret, which was still standing in the mist. At this time, the naval warships obviously locked the position of these small boats, and the cannonballs whistled over the small boats, constantly smashing into the surrounding Mongolian soldiers, making the Mongolian soldiers panic for a while, and they did not have the time to open their bows and arrows.

When the three small boats rushed to the bottom of the arrow tower, they found that they were not the first to arrive, and the soldiers who dived into the water at the beginning were already under the arrow tower. Qiu Zhong's roar just now had already made them understand what was happening, one by one they were desperately slashing the pillars of the arrow tower with knives and axes, but this pillar had to be blown up with an explosive pack, and relying on knives and axes would leave large and small gaps at most.

"Nanbanzi, Nanban is here!" The Mongolian soldiers on the shore apparently also reacted, roaring loudly and shooting arrows into the water, and the Ming soldiers continued to be hit by arrows and submerged in the water, and soon turned into lifeless corpses and floated to the surface.

However, the Mongolian soldiers reacted a step slower after all, the two small boats were pasted with pillars on the left and right, and the boats had no intention of retreating to the sides at all, and the soldiers on the boat jumped directly into the water, and the two soldiers at the bow of the ship also showed a hideous smile at the corners of their mouths, and under the staring eyes of the Mongolian soldiers near and far, they suddenly pulled out the lead on the explosive bag.

The huge explosion rolled up countless water waves, and the waves roared and slapped heavily on the surrounding trestle bridges and walled walls, and because this time two explosive packs were detonated under the two pillars at the same time, this arrow tower was even more miserable than the previous one, the arrow tower did not tilt and collapsed, but was torn apart from the middle, and the wood and the soldiers on it fell down one after another, and the screams of the Mongolian soldiers and the sound of splashing when falling into the water were constantly heard.

At the same time, the two naval gunboats of the Ming army, because they were not hindered and sheltered by the arrow tower, approached again and again, constantly bombarding the panicked Mongolian soldiers and horses on the shore with their broadside guns. At this time, unless Bo Yan was a fool, it was impossible not to see through the plans of the Ming army.

It's just a pity that it's too late, and his water village has already made wedding clothes for the Ming army.

The thickening fog was the best barrier - although for the Ming army, if there was no fog, the casualties would be greater, but the ability to kill them was still there - and the two huge troop carriers also showed their figures, like two mountains moving on the water.

"Nanbanzi, Nanban wants to rely on the water village!" A soldier watched in horror as the two large ships approached, but before he could get forward, the whistling cannonballs tore him apart. And the two big ships at the same time - or more appropriately with a collision - on the outermost wall of the water wall, this wall is not high, just about the same level as the ship's side, and behind the wall is the trestle of the water village.

"Such a fog, God really helps us to wait, Zhuge Kongming borrowed arrows from the mist grass boat back then, and today we can also use the fog to kill him Mongolian Tartar!" A soldier of the two Huai soldiers was carrying a knife with great interest, and it could be seen that the story of "Three Kingdoms" in the Washe Teahouse on weekdays was not less.

The brigade commander behind him slapped him on the head: "Nonsense! ”

Before they could come to their senses, the brigade commander was already the first to jump off the boat: "Brothers, kill the Tartars!" ”

"Kill the Tartars!" Countless Ming soldiers didn't even use the gangplank, jumped directly from the side of the ship, and were climbing over the wall, rushing to the trestle behind them. The Mongolian soldiers on the trestle looked at the Ming soldiers who had been killed in the thick mist, and they threw down their blades in a panic and fled in all directions.

In the thick fog, the sound of horns was faintly heard, and all the soldiers of the Ming army did not stop their steps, but many people frowned slightly. Everyone has many opportunities to deal with the Mongolian Tatars, and naturally they can hear the different meanings in this horn sound, and this long and high horn symbolizes "attack" rather than "retreat"!

The horses' hooves trampled the ground, and a group of Mongolian cavalry appeared on the shore and rushed directly onto the trestle bridge of the water village. When the trestle was built, I don't know whether it was for the purpose of facilitating people's traffic, or if it had long been intended to let the cavalry rush up, and the trestle was built strong and wide.

Under the explosion of Qiu Zhong's explosives package just now, even the two arrow towers were not spared, but the trestle was actually only blown off by one or two feet, which shows the firmness of the trestle.

The Mongolian cavalry rushed up the trestle and came very quickly, and they didn't even care about the Mongolian soldiers running on the trestle, and the Mongolian soldiers who got close were basically either knocked off the trestle or overturned to the ground by the wind set off by the war horses.

"Mongolian Tartars are really good calculations." Standing on the troop transport boat, Wang Anjie couldn't help but admire. There were only two trestle bridges, one of which was blown up by the Ming army when it was assaulted just now, and now there is only one trestle left, if the Ming army wants to rely on the water village to rush to the shore, then this trestle is the only way. And now that the Mongolian cavalry has rushed up, all the way to the end, unless the Ming army can defeat the Mongol cavalry that is coming quickly, it is impossible to take even a single step forward.

"General, give the order to fire!" One of them said anxiously, "The Mongol Tartars are about to rush in front of us, and the brothers will be driven down the river!" ”

"In this way, the cannon trestle will also be broken, and I am afraid that the Mongolian Tatars will also expect this." Wang Anjie vetoed this suggestion without hesitation, turned his head and shouted, "Defend the fire hand, give it to Lao Tzu!" ”

Before the words fell, Wang Anjie picked up a firearm and jumped off the side of the boat.

"General!" The two Huai soldiers and the navy sergeants on the ship shouted loudly in surprise.

However, Wang Anjie did not look back, and still moved forward. And the guards around him also rushed up with Wang Anjie.

Zhang Chuang, the commander of the Third Brigade of the Lianghuai Army, who had already rushed to Shuizhai with the team, saw Wang Anjie rushing up, and his face changed: "General, why did you come up in person!" The Mongolian Tartars are about to be killed, it's too dangerous here, so you'd better hurry back! ”

Originally, Wang Anjie was only relieved of the assault of the Third Brigade on the ship, and at the same time, it was also convenient for closer command, whether it was the division commanders and brigade commanders below, or Chen Jiong, who served as the supervisor of the two Huai armies, they did not plan to and did not allow Wang Anjie to come to the front line in person. After all, as the general of Wang Anjie's two Huai armies, he is actually at the same level as the various Shangshu in the imperial court, and of course a character with such an identity cannot take risks on the front line.

So it's no wonder that Zhang Chuang's face has changed, after all, if Wang Anjie has anything good, even if he can explain to the division commander, there is no way to explain to Chen Jiong, let alone the court and His Majesty the Emperor. But now Zhang Chuang can't care about it so much, because the Mongolian Tartar cavalry is really about to be killed under his nose.

"Put!" Wang Anjie roared, and the fire gun in his hand trembled slightly.

The guards around him lit the fire puff at the same time, and more than a dozen fire guns spilled a terrifying barrage, and the two Mongolian cavalrymen who came side by side in the front row were directly lifted off their horses, and the Mongolian cavalry that followed behind were also shot off their horses. One by one, the war horses were in pain, neighing and standing up, and the cavalry that followed up couldn't control the war horses for a while, and collided directly with the horses in front.

The entire trestle was in chaos, and the more than a dozen Mongol cavalrymen who rushed onto the trestle were either killed or wounded almost instantly. The sound of horns in the fog on the shore could be faintly heard, and more Mongolian riders showed their figures in the thick fog and rushed onto the trestle bridge that looked like Huangquan Road.

The Mongol trebuchets also braved the heavy fire of the Ming gunboats and began to return fire, and the stone projectiles whizzed into the water wall. It's just that the artillery of the Ming army can't find the specific location of the trebuchet, and the trebuchet naturally can't see the situation here, so even some stone projectiles fall directly on the left side of the trestle, and the water splash drenched their own family members into soup chickens, not to mention, and even fell directly into the Mongolian infantry cavalry, killing a lot.

Of course, there are also stone bullets that are heavily pounded on the wall of the water village, and the whole wall is crumbling under the impact of the stone bullets, if it is not for the second batch of Ming soldiers on the warship to support the wall, I am afraid that the wall will be completely scattered.

"This walled wall is unreliable, although this trestle bridge is narrow and can be used as a barrier, but we also have to be careful that the Mongolian Tartars will destroy the trestle directly," Wang Anjie said with a frown, "Zhang Chuang!" ”

"The last general!" Zhang Chuang didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly stepped forward and answered.

"You kid is always shouting to rush forward on weekdays, and he even has a lot of complaints about Xu Chen's ability to re-lead the first brigade as a striker, so I'll give you a chance to perform today!" Wang Anjie stretched out his hand and pointed to the trestle, "The trestle will be destroyed by the Mongolian Tatars sooner or later, no matter what method you use, take your people to a certain top, even if you can't take the dry village, you must control the entrance of the trestle, the trestle is another wall of the water village, and it can also be used as a support!" ”

Zhang Chuang didn't give any explanation for what Wang Anjie said at the beginning, just arched his hand, directly grabbed a divine arm crossbow, and rushed directly onto the trestle, behind him, the soldiers of the Third Brigade did not pause at all, and followed the back of their brigade commander.

The ranking of the number in the army does not represent the strength of the army, so the rest of the divisions and brigades are naturally very jealous that the first brigade can act alone as a vanguard and make such a big show, especially the third brigade, which is the first brigade to surrender to Zhang Chuang, is a roaring tiger and wolf soldier, and naturally it will be even more unconvinced.

The discipline of the Ming Army is strict, and the Third Brigade has grievances on weekdays, so naturally it can only hold back, but it is different on this battlefield, and everyone finally has a chance to compete. Of course, Zhang Chuang wants to use this battle to prove himself, and the Third Brigade also wants to use this battle to prove that the entire brigade is not a bad breed!

The crossbow of the divine arm in his hand was violently buckled, and an arrow roared and pierced the chest of the Mongolian soldier in front, Zhang Chuang took a step forward, kicked the soldier into the water with a fierce kick, threw down the crossbow of the divine arm, pulled out the big knife on his back, and took a step forward, opening and closing the big knife in his hand, and holding the tiger and tiger.

The Mongolian infantry rushed straight along the trestle, and the two sides collided on the trestle!

Wang Anjie sighed softly, he knew that Zhang Chuang led the commando soldiers of the third brigade to go up, in fact, with a death-bound mentality, after all, the entire trestle is narrow and can only allow two cavalry or three foot soldiers to move forward side by side, when the two teams collide on the trestle, it means that if either side wants to take a step forward, they have to step on the other party's corpse!

Zhang Chuang took the lead, even if he could easily kill the few Mongolian soldiers in front, the Mongolian soldiers who kept coming up far behind would eventually drown the exhausted Zhang Chuang. However, Wang Anjie knew very well that even if Zhang Chuang died, the soldiers behind him would not hesitate to go up.

Death is not only a simple four words, but also a symbol of the will and soul of an army that is as strong as steel.

Before this, Qiu Zhong had already led the commando team and proved Da Ming Erlang's iron backbone and courage with his life and blood, but now it is the turn of the main army, and there is nothing to hesitate. As long as the entire water village is taken, the follow-up main army can easily cross the river, and if the water village cannot be taken, then all the efforts made before and now will be in vain.

Wang Anjie does not allow such a situation to happen, Zhang Chuang does not allow such a situation to happen, and the Qiu Zhong who has died in battle is also not allowed to happen in the spirit of heaven!

"Two Huai Army, kill!" A loud roar erupted from the crowd of fierce battles.

Zhang Chuang crashed into the two Mongolian cavalrymen, and the big knife in his hand pressed suddenly, directly cutting off the two horse legs on one side, and the Ming spearmen who followed behind accurately sent the spears into the chests of the two cavalrymen, and the two dazzling blood flowers exploded on the cavalry's body.

The war horse jerked forward, knocking the spearmen directly into the water, and several Mongolian soldiers also jumped up, surrounding Zhang Chuang, who was suddenly alone. Spears pierced Zhang Chuang's limbs at the same time.

"Brigadier Commander!" The soldiers of the Ming army behind hurriedly crashed into their horses and rushed up shouting.

"For the sake of the Ming Dynasty, kill Lao Tzu, kill the Mongolian Tartars!" Zhang Chuang didn't care about another spear stabbed in his shoulder, and the big knife in his hand flipped violently, directly cutting the waist of the nearest Mongolian soldier into two pieces.

"Kill the Tartars!" The Ming soldiers pounced with red eyes, and some jumped off the trestle directly with the Mongolian soldiers, the southerners were familiar with the water, in this water, the Mongolians were not the opponents of these southern soldiers at all, and at the same time, this could also make way for the people behind.

"Kill the Tartars!" The two naval gunboats went mad and leaned directly near the trestle, their guns roaring incessantly, and all kinds of shells raged on the river bank, blocking the Mongol army. A naval officer simply picked up the lancet and jumped directly into the water to besiege and kill the Mongolian soldiers who fell into the water.

"Kill the Tartars!" Wang Anjie Huo Ran drew his sword, and the third group of Ming soldiers who came ashore roared and rushed past him.

In the distance, in the fog, a dull sound of horns could be faintly heard.

This time, instead of attacking, it was retreating. (To be continued.) )