"Nian Qianyao is holding the army, what does he want to do!?"

On the north bank of the Huangpu River, at the Mishi Ferry, Marseille's angry shouts penetrated the rumbling cannons, stabbing the surrounding officials and officials who wanted to cover their ears.

The water column on the river was in all directions, and the warships disintegrated into broken wood fragments, and the officials knelt down and begged: "The commander retreats quickly!" ”

Wu Erda, the leader of the Jiangnan water and land admiral, said, no matter what Nian Qianyao is thinking, you Marseille Marshal is on the front line, what are you thinking?

A bruise broke in Marseille's neck: "What is this little battle!?" When Lao Jianzi followed the emperor in a bloody battle in Changsha, Nanban's thousands of cannons and thousands of guns only injured Lao Jianzi's skin ......"

Before he could finish chattering, a swishing scream broke through the air, and he saw several generals at the ferry who were confronting the Nanban cannonballs jumping up, and the gunners flew in all directions.

"The Nanban Poison Bee Cannon has arrived, handsome!"

The shouts of the officials also became sharper, although this kind of cannon is small, but it hits far and accurately, and it is specially used to deal with their own artillery, which everyone calls the poisonous bee cannon. If they are seen by the other party, it will be a big deal.

Hearing this name, Marseille also turned around sharply, and hurriedly retreated under the cover of his subordinates, with a sentence in his mouth: "Nian Qianren...... Damn it! ”

This is the second day of the second month of the second month of the fifth year of Yongzheng, after the Nanban red-clothed soldiers of Longmen took Fengxian County in the east and Nanqiao Town in the north, they were still unsatisfied, and continued to advance to the north until they reached the south bank of the Huangpu River.

There were not many barbarians in Longmen South, no more than 5,000 people, and the combat power was not too strong, so it took two days to fight Fengxian County. Ursai felt that this should be the limit of the other party, so he didn't care too much, and continued to gather troops in Songjiang Mansion, hoarding grain, grass, ammunition and medicine, and building his Songjiang camp in an orderly manner.

But I don't know what crazy this southern barbarian soldier had, and began to cross the river frequently to try, and put on a posture of approaching Songjiang Mansion. Marseille also saw an article titled "Crossing the Huangpu River and Capturing Ma Nian Li Alive" in Nanman's newly published "Jiangnan Daily" in Longmen, saying that he was going to send a large army to attack Suzhou.

Marseille was frightened to the point that he could not hit Suzhou or second, as long as the Nanban went north, Songjiang Mansion would bear the brunt, and it was only seventy or eighty miles away from the Longmen Port built by the Nanban. lost Songjiang, what else did he build Songjiang camp.

He mustered up his heart, pressed the Jiangnan water and land governor Wu Erda to fortify the ferries at various places on the Huangpu River, patrolled the river with naval warships, and also placed the general's cannon at the most critical Mishidu. I don't expect to stop Nanban, but I want to delay some time. The south and the north attack, the dragon gate must be empty, he is anxious to write Nian Qianyao, and he wants Nian Qianyao to attack the dragon gate.

Just when he came to Mishidu in person and saw Nanban using artillery to defeat the water division and prepare to cross the river in a big way, Nian Qianyao's reply also arrived. The letter was written by the elder Qianyao, who opened his mouth and said that there was no problem, and he would definitely go to help, but ...... But it takes time for the troops and horses to move, so please hold on to him for half a month.

Half a month...... In half a month, Nanban should be in Suzhou City!

Marseille was so angry that his braids stood up, but he couldn't help it, although he was the Minister of Military Aircraft, a scholar, and a title of Jiangnan Economic Strategy, his real difference in Jiangnan was General Jiangning. Nian Qianyao is in charge of the Hangzhou flag camp, which is not under his command, and even his Jiangning flag camp cannot leave Jiangning, which is Yongzheng's special explanation.

Now there are only three ways of people that Marseille can use in his hands, one is the Jiangnan Green Camp, which is led by Jiangnan Governor Wu Erda. All the way was the Jiangxi soldiers sent by Tian Wenjing, led by Tian Wenjing's staff Wang Shijun. The third road is the People's Army Xiangyong in Songjiang Prefecture, Taicang Prefecture and Haimen Hall, which is under the control of Yang Wenqian, the political envoy of Jiangsu.

Not to mention money and food, among the three route soldiers, the Jiangnan Green Battalion is rotten, and it is also a water division...... No, the cannon cannon in Nanban just now also proved that it was even more vulnerable to a battle. Although the Jiangxi soldiers can fight, they can only be dispatched through Wang Shijun. As for the people's armies in Songjiang, Taicang and Haimen, they also dug trenches and used them.

It's a bad deck of cards that don't make up a pair!

The situation was still active before, although there were a bunch of bad cards in his hand, Marseille could still arrange it calmly, but now the situation is passive, Marseille suddenly caught blind, Nian Qianyao didn't stretch out his hand, and Li Wei and Li Ba and others behind his butt couldn't stretch out their hands, he began to regret it a little, he knew that this was the case, and he shouldn't have stepped into the quagmire of Jiangnan.

Marseille and the others retreated in a hurry, and the Qing warships on the river also scattered, and then a large group of river boats came from the Xinyun Salt River in the west, and stopped here at Mishidu, some boats carrying red-clothed soldiers across the river, and some boats swung sideways in the middle of the river and began to build pontoon bridges. …,

The three battalion flags were unfurled on the south bank, and the three red-clothed generals under it looked north with high spirits, which were Huang Shen, Zhuang Zaiyi and Xu Shidao, who were nicknamed the "Three Heroes of Jiangnan" in the British and Chinese Army.

Zhuang was the youngest and the most angry, and opened his mouth to groan: "Three years of detention of tourists, today is the southern crown." Infinite rivers and mountains tears, who says that the world is wide ......"

Huang Shen continued: "It is known that the spring road is near, and it is difficult to leave the hometown. On the day of the return of perseverance, the spirit flag looks in the sky. ”

The two of them sighed, and Xu Shidao frowned: "Whose poem?" Why is there such a heavy sadness? ”

Zhuang sighed: "Songjiang Xia Wanchun, my countryman." ”

Huang Shen's words were low: "The Xinhui Wing in my camp killed sixty-nine people in the battle of Fengxian, and this poem is just used to sacrifice them. ”

The subordinates were crossing the river, and the fiery red figure was stretched out in a long column, like a red dragon lying on the ground, and Zhuang Zaiyi's mood also fell: "It's a pity, whether it's Xia Wanchun or the new soldiers, our trip is not enough to make them blind." ”

Thinking of the face of their boss Han Zaixing, who was distorted by anger, Huang Shen and Zhuang gritted their teeth at the same time and said, "Chaozhong...... There are traitors! ”

They also heard rumors that Li Zhushou, who had just taken office as the first assistant, had the first national policy to negotiate peace with Yongzheng. At this moment, the third battalion of the Eagle Yang Army crossed the river and marched north, and the attack on Suzhou was just a pretense, and the real purpose was to defeat Marseille. What about after beating Marseille? They did not receive the next order, but from this rumor, it is not difficult to guess that they have negotiated peace.

Xu Shidao had a different opinion: "It's better to slow down, why is Fengxian so difficult to fight?" Isn't it that our foothold in Jiangnan is too shallow, and the people of Jiangnan believe in the rumors of the piles made by the Tartars? If you really want to fight Jiangnan, the people who die are all our Han people! Let the Tartars sit and watch our Han people kill each other. ”

The two stayed for a while, and Huang Shen also said quietly: "The official family ...... I'm afraid that I have more than enough heart but not enough strength, there are Europa people on the Burmese side, and the Ryukyu side is against the Japanese himself, and the navy is also converging in Eagle Yang Harbor, and there are no soldiers if you want to fight. ”

Zhuang said angrily: "Our three battalions can't defeat the entire Jiangnan, but it's enough to defeat Suzhou!" Why don't we let it go!? ”

As he said this, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the cavalry came in from behind. The leading group of knights ran to their three battalion flags embroidered with eagles, and a banner with a galloping horse and sword fluttered in the ranks.

"Yo, the eagle is so slow, our dragoons have crossed the river first!"

A golden dragon medal on the shoulder of the knight in front of the head is extremely eye-catching, it is actually a general, and the three foreign generals will hurry up and salute.

"Tell Han Pomen, if he doesn't hurry up, my king won't leave him alive if he doesn't die, Marseille has thirty or forty thousand people in Songjiang!"

The young general spoke proudly, whipping away with hearty laughter.

"The king broke the door...... Don't be embarrassed! ”

Looking at this guy's back, the three of them scolded in a low voice at the same time.

Wang Tanghe actually came to Longmen in person, and led 800 dragon cavalry under the command of Han Zaixing under the command of General Xuanwei as the commander of the dragoon army. I heard that it was he who begged the emperor with a dead face to be able to do such a cheap thing, so he naturally wanted to take the dragoon army to do a big job.

"After all, our state of mind is not as pure as Wang Pomen...... He rejoices when he fights. ”

"Thirty or forty thousand people, it's really a big war, and we are no longer the role of beating the side drum."

"Hurry across the river! Those 30,000 or 40,000 people really want the king to break the door and drive the ducks, and we have nowhere to cry! ”

The minds of the three of them suddenly became unified again, and they rode forward, and the battle flag also fluttered north.

The dragoons crossed the river first, followed by the Eagle Army, and in addition to the infantry, countless large and small artillery, long and short, thin and thick, were mixed in the ranks of four or five thousand people, and the ranks seemed to be tens of thousands of troops.

On the third day of the second lunar month, at noon, tens of thousands of troops stretched out under the city in Songjiang Fukeng, with banners and cannons surging like a sea tide. To the south, several thin flaming red formations staggered, and under the cover of artillery fire from the rear, they advanced towards the enemy, who were several times their size.

"I'm afraid I'll die before I finish this journey, but this is the first time I've been a protagonist......"

Wielding a saber, Huang Shen, who was walking at the front of the line, thought so.

"God willing, bless me until I win, don't let the guns hit my ......"...,

Xu Shidao, like Huang Shenzheng, walked at the forefront of the horizontal formation, leading the battalion flag, holding the saber high, and his heart was full of distracting thoughts.

"There's no dust on your back, is it? Boots still lit? When you fall, you must turn your face sideways, and you can't knock your hat crooked. Come spotlessly and go spotlessly. ”

Zhuang Yiyi's heartstrings flickered wildly, and he couldn't even pull back the drumbeat

"They are prolific, and many of us are not afraid of ......"

"They are so thin that they are not afraid of a dozen at all......"

"They're lined up so neatly, if they're closer, they don't have to aim, they can knock down one of them at will!"

"Their voices are so soft, completely drowned out by the sound of our guns, they must be afraid!"

The bricks and stones on the top of the city are flying, the smoke and dust are overflowing, and tens of thousands of people are crowding under the city, and the guns and cannons are desperately being placed in front, and the soldiers in the rear are waiting with bated breath, without fear in their hearts.

"Fortunately, I didn't let the battalion sentry that I fought with the Southern Barbarians go into battle before...

Shrinking in the city gate, looking out through the eyes of the gun, seeing that the fiery red array was less than a mile away from the 20,000 troops he had put together, and the soldiers still showed no signs of rout, Marseille let out a sigh. The horizontal formation continued to approach, the gunners dragged four-pound guns, two-inch guns, and six-pound flying small cannons out of the array, and quickly set up cannons half a mile away.

"The throat is so dry......"

"My chest is so stuffy......"

"My leg seems to be cramping......"

"Damn, why is the gun so heavy? I'm about to get upset! ”

The cheers were like an invisible tidal wave, clapping the horizontal formation of the red-clothed soldiers, penetrating their hearts, and the faces that still had some childish attitudes were obviously unable to put on any expression, because there was almost no blood flowing in the flesh there. There was panic and uneasiness in his eyes, and his heart was even more chaotic.

The Anglo-Chinese Army in the fifth year of the Holy Way is no longer the red-clothed soldiers of the Heavenly King Era, and it is even very different from the army that besieged Manila in the third year of the Holy Dao. Outwardly, because there are no more enemy armies with bows and crossbows and guns, except for grenadiers,

There is no armor on the top, and the inner changes are even greater. The veterans either retired from the army, were promoted to sentry officers, or went to the colonies and became commanders of the colonial army.

These eighteen and nineteen-year-old soldiers all came out of the training camp, and they spent more time walking in the queue and less of the number of live ammunition. Although they warmed up in the battles of breaking the perimeter of the Dragon Gate and attacking Fengxian and Nanqiao before, the vast majority of people have never experienced this kind of battle of ten thousand people, let alone the experience of facing the field battle like now. In terms of soldiers, this is almost an army composed entirely of Xinnen.

When the sound of the enemy rushed in, their bodies were still moving forward mechanically, but their hearts had begun to crack piece by piece. As the procession marched half a mile away from the enemy, the cannons of artillery and the guns of large guns began to create vacancies in the ranks, and the fear of panic spread rapidly in the hearts of all people.

But this still did not affect their steps, as the rhythm of the drum increased, so did their steps, and they leaned forward slightly, holding the musket obliquely with both hands, holding the butt with their left hand, and holding the outer ring of the trigger with their right hand, these movements were deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and became an instinctive reaction more than fear.

"Ah Huang! Ah Huang has fallen! Is he dead or alive? I wanted to stop and take a look, but the beat of the drums, the unstoppable footsteps of the officials and brothers, seemed to tie me up, and I couldn't stop! ”

"The sentry chief fell, and the head of the eyes picked up, they are brothers, but the younger brother didn't even look at the sentry chief. I know he wants to see it, but like me, he can't stop..."

"We are the hand of God, we are fighting for God...

Huang Shen, Zhuang Yiyi and Xu Shidao continued to lead the team forward, two hundred steps, one hundred steps, and when they reached one hundred steps, the gunfire on the opposite side was like pouring heavy rain, and the sound of whining guns swept through the body and the top of their heads, and they still did not stop.

Fifty paces, through the chaotic smoke of gunpowder, you can even see the enemy's shocked and inexplicable expressions, why are you still walking? This sentence was placed in the faces of almost all enemy troops, and at the same time they sneered, disdainful and puzzled by it. …,

A cloud of blood spurted out of his body, and the flag bearer fell headlong without a sound, and Huang Shen grabbed the camp flag and held it high.

Rumble......

A small cannon rang off on the opposite side, and a ball of shotgun shells instantly stained Huang Shen's vision blood-red, and then he felt that his vision seemed to be lower.

Huang Shen half-knelt on the ground, spitting blood clots in his mouth, and tears slipped from the corners of the battalion deputy's eyes, but he didn't open his eyes to see Huang Shen, but took the battalion flag in Huang Shen's hand and walked in front of the queue.

Thirty paces, the artillery continued to explode among the enemy soldiers, but it was not enough to crush the enemy in one fell swoop, Han Zaixing and the three battalion commanders unanimously decided, thirty steps to fire! No matter what the price has to pay, and this battle, only these costs need to be paid.

"Stop

Step! ”

"Align!"

"Guns

Lift flat! ”

"Squat in the front row! The middle row sinks one by one! ”

Thirty paces, the shouts of the captain, the head of the eyes and the sentry commander came and went, and the drumbeat that had turned into a rapid rhythm pushed these shouts into the ears of the soldiers, and the movements that had been practiced countless times in the training camp were directly transmitted to the body without brain reaction.

"Aim"

"Put!"

The last word "put", like a thundercloud rope, pulled down a long whip of blood and fire. A neat white smoke erupted from the front of the red-clothed soldiers, and just thirty paces away, the crowd also neatly bloomed a scarlet blood line.

On the third day of the second month of the fifth year of the Holy Dao, under the city of Songjiang Mansion, a total of nearly 40,000 people on both sides fought. The Qing soldiers were swept up, and then Wang Tanghe's dragoon army was stirred up in the chaos like butter, but in just two quarters of an hour, the 20,000 troops under the city of Songjiang Mansion collapsed.

The drumbeat continued to beat, leading the redcoats to charge at the already bereaved enemy, and thousands of miles to the south, a machine rumbled to a rhythm similar to the beat, lifting a huge hammer high and falling again.

On the anvil, the fiery red billet hummed and sparkled, splashing like a fireflower, reflecting the smiling faces of the surrounding people. ）。 ）