On the gently winding hills, Wang Douce looked ahead on his horse. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info,!

At this time, on the slope of the hills, as well as in front of both sides of the mausoleum, one by one, densely stacked with thick sacks and earthen baskets, and there was an endless stream of soldiers and civilians, from the rear, they worked hard to carry the sacks and other things, and stacked the hills and the surrounding bunkers deeper and thicker.

Wang Dou will never ignore his own protection, let alone his subordinates.

However, his Yuan Rong car was parked behind the hills, and only the big flag car was pulled up the hills with difficulty, and stopped more than ten steps away from Wang Dou.

On the edge of the hill, there were all the soldiers of the escort battalion standing on horseback, the officers and generals of the Central Military Department gathered around Wang Dou, as well as the standard-bearers and trumpeters, and the soldiers of the sentry battalion of Wen Daxing, who were distributed in small groups for several miles around the perimeter, responsible for guarding, transmitting information, and participating in scattered battles.

Due to the difficulty of transportation, the pole car did not pull the left flank this time, and was only placed in the military office of Hong Chengchou.

In the clairglass mirror, the battle ahead is all in his eyes, Wang Dou nodded secretly, the battle of the platoon is the comparison of discipline and courage, although it is cruel, it does not take long, four layers of guns, three rows of main battles, one row of preparations, but also two rounds of fire, each person fights two or three bullets, and the battle is over.

According to this efficiency, each soldier can fight many battles with 30 rounds of fixed cartridge ammunition.

Zhong Tiaoyang put down the clairvoyant mirror, a smile appeared on his steady face, and he said: "Although the rear army of the Han Banner came to help, but under the sharp offensive of my soldiers, the rout is only in sight, Kong Youde is fighting the trapped beast. ”

Wen Daxing rode beside Wang Dou, looking at Yijialing, his eyes shot a cold light, and said hatefully: "Kong Youde, a Han thief, helped to abuse, he was greedy for life and afraid of death for the Tartars back then, but now he is like a wolf and a tiger when he kills the Han people...... Hmph, I think his human skin must be very smooth......"

The sentry battalion Qianzong Long Er and Brother Aotian were out of the sentry, Xie Yike was also in the Chinese army at this time, and after listening to Wen Daxing's words, he said curiously: "I know that Master Wen will be scalping...... I didn't expect to skin people, I heard that Emperor Gao dealt with corrupt officials back then, and he used the punishment of peeling the skin and grass, and I don't know how the execution was carried out. ”

"It's very simple, just use mercury. ”

He touched the beard on his cheek, and smiled at Xie Yike: "My skill is very rare, do you want to teach Brother Xie you?" ”

Xie Yike shook his hand again and again: "It's still free, what are the good knives, guns, and bows, it's okay to send me a few." ”

Looking at these two living treasures, everyone shook their heads secretly, Wen Daxing's hobby is too infiltrating, he was born in a family, he has always been ruthless, Xie Yike is innocent and simple, don't teach him badly.

But everyone didn't say anything, Wen Daxing didn't violate the military discipline, he used cruel means to deal with the enemy, who doesn't have some quirks, as long as he doesn't skin his brother's scalp, even Zhenfu Chi Dacheng frowned, but he didn't speak.

As a matter of fact, the people of the Jingbian Army are not soft-hearted people, and they have always been ruthless in dealing with the enemy.

Praise painting Qin Yi sighed: "It's a pity that the Dongjiang soldiers were alone in the remote corner of Liaodong, and they made a lot of contributions to the imperial court, and now they are ...... When they rebelled, they were also wronged for a reason. ”

Xie Youcheng, the consolation officer of the Chinese army, said coldly: "This is the reason why they took refuge in the Tartars and slaughtered the Han people?" No matter how much they have been wronged, they will take refuge in the Tartars and help the Tartars to abuse, they will be damned! ”

He touched his empty left arm, and the deep scar on his face trembled: "Look at Kong Youde, Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, Shen Zhixiang, which is a good thing?" If you suffer injustice, you have to take refuge in the Tartars, hmph, Grandpa Yue was also wronged back then, did their subordinates take refuge in the gold thieves? They are brutes in their bones, and they don't deserve the slightest mercy! ”

Seeing that he was excited, Qin Yi and the others were silent, Xie Youcheng was gentle on weekdays, but as long as he talked about Tartar and Ertar, his expression was hideous and his temper changed greatly.

It's no wonder that no one can bear the tragic death of dozens of members of the family.

Wang Dou said lightly: "It is inevitable that our division will win this battle, if there are prisoners, all the Manchu, Hongyi, Semu, and Korean people will be killed, and the officers and veterans of the Han Banner will be executed, and the remaining soldiers will be screened and dealt with, and it will be useful to counterattack Liaodong in the coming year!" ”

He asked Wen Daxing: "In the middle, how is the battle on the right flank?" ”

Wen Daxing said respectfully: "The sentry cavalry has reported that they have fought fiercely with the slaves, and they should be able to support it." Under the city of Jinzhou, on the side of Xiaolinghe, Wu Sangui's generals also started a big war with thieves and slaves. ”

Wang Dou nodded, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard the roar of cannons on Yijialing, and then saw that there was a lot of smoke on that side, and many cannonballs were whistling.

Xie Yike shouted: "It's artillery again, don't they know that if they want to shell our Chinese army, it's in vain?" ”

There was a loud roar, and a large iron bullet weighing more than ten catties roared out, smashing heavily on the soft field, and a large mass of soil and grass continued to rise, most of them were dozens or hundreds of steps away from the front and back of the hills, and most of them fell into the deep field and grass, and there were also some cannon jumps.

Zhong Tiaoyang's brows furrowed: "That's not right." ”

Han Baqi fired more and more shells, and they got closer and closer to the hilly area, and there were a few shells, even only a dozen steps away from the hills, and one shell also smashed heavily on a parapet wall under the mausoleum, stirring up a large area of soil debris.

He looked at the Yijia Ridge, and it seemed that Kong Youde had concentrated his artillery to bombard his own Chinese army, although in order to deal with the Jingbian Army and other military formations that were several miles long on the left and right, their artillery was arranged very open on both sides of the mountain range, and some artillery could not be bombarded to this side, but at least dozens of guns were concentrated.

He suddenly said to Wang Dou: "General, the thief slave has fired again, just in case, please dismount and avoid behind the earthen wall." ”

Wang Dou waved his hand: "It's okay, at such a long distance, they don't have any accuracy, at most they can make a noise." ”

He raised his clairing mirror again and looked at it.

Zhong Tiaoyang and Wen Daxing, Chi Dacheng, Xie Yike, Qin Yi and others glanced at each other, and they all saw each other's anxious expressions, and finally everyone looked at Yang Hu, the escort officer who was exuding an arrogant temperament.

The tiger master has always been appreciated by Wang Dou, six teams of three hundred people in the guard battalion, and a team of Lu Mi soldiers guarding the general's mansion, except for the main general Zhong Tiaoyang, the remaining five team officers, at this time only Yang Hu stood beside Wang Dou. He persuaded a team of officers to take turns with him and was able to go on the expedition, also to avoid Chunchun's harassment.

He has always been bold, but he is also worried about the safety of the general, and when he gets the eyes of everyone, he gritted his teeth, and the original night does not accept the good man stepped forward, and quickly said: "The general is offended." ”

He tore Wang Dou off his horse.

Then everyone rushed up, with seven hands and eight feet, and helped Wang Dou to a thick sack of earthen wall

Wang Dou was about to get angry, but he saw a loud bang, and a cannonball weighing at least ten catties hit only one step away from the left side of his horse.

After stirring up a large cloud of dust, the cannonball kept bouncing and running far behind the ridge, and the horse snorted uneasily after eating the ashes.

All the officers and generals of the Central Military Department were apprehensive, and Xie Yike shouted: "The tiger master is mighty, the rescue is timely, and he should be promoted." ”

Yang Hu also had a sense of fear, and he said sincerely: "As long as the general is safe and sound, whether I am personally promoted or not is a trivial matter."

Wang Dou suddenly ordered: "All the soldiers, all dismount, gather the horses behind the ridge, regardless of the generals, all of them are hidden behind the earthen wall." ”

A series of explosions, smoke billowing up, the Han artillery on the Yijia Ridge opened fire one after another, many heavy solid iron balls, not far from the hills, some thick sacks of earth baskets stacked into a retaining earthen wall, the outer edge was bombarded and collapsed, a large area of stirred dust scattered.

Even some shells fell on the hills, bouncing on hard ground.

"Hit hard, don't stop!"

Kong Youde roared loudly, like a desperate red-eyed gambler, and he no longer even cared whether the artillery exploded.

Eduardo also felt bad about the battle under the ridge, worried about his future and fate, he also let it go, he held a clairvoyant mirror, as well as square and round weapons, personally calculated the angle range, and reported the data to the gunners.

On the Yijia Ridge, the heavy artillery on the left and right sides of the hill, the gunners of the Han army also tried their best to turn the grinding disc and aim the muzzle of the gun at the hill as much as possible.

They were all desperate, although it was easy to wear out the parts inside, but if they could kill and injure the big devil Wang Dou in their eyes, it would be worth it.

In the roar, more and more shells fell on the hills, and a battalion headquarters praised the painting, and even broke the calf by a heavy iron ball that bounced back.

Some of the big drum carts on the ridge were also damaged and washed away by the shells, and the debris stirred up caused casualties to some drummers.

A flag bearer turned his head suddenly, and he saw a cannonball whistling towards the handsome flag car on the ridge, and on that side, the two-zhang high banner was rolling in the cold wind.

Although the Daxu Banner is made of fine wood and steel, it doesn't hurt if it is hit by cannonballs, but the wooden handsome flag car can't carry it.

At the moment of lightning, there was only one thought in the heart of the flag bearer: "The handsome flag must not fall!" ”

He lunged forward, and a cloud of blood exploded......

"See if you're still dead!"

On Yijialing, Kong Youde gritted his teeth.

In the screaming of the cannonballs, the billowing white smoke made his figure loom, and his looming face was extremely hideous

"The second tartar is crazy!"

Wen Daxing looked at Wang Dou with some concern, but fortunately, except for a cannonball hitting the parapet wall a few steps away to the right of the general, there was basically nothing.

The scream reached his ears, and he jerked his head, and a cannonball flashed through his eyes with a light smoke.

The cannonball could shoot through the parapet wall stacked with sacks and earthen baskets, and Wen Daxing only felt a chill in his right arm, and his entire right hand was gone.

There was a loud bang, and the cannonball bounced away with a bloody mist of dirt.

Wen Daxing staggered, he looked at his empty right arm, and the blood surging from the broken arm, but another thought floated in his heart: "It's too bad, I'm going to skin and scalp people in the future...... It's difficult......"

He staggered down, and Xie Yike, who was not far away, took a step forward and held him up, shouting anxiously: "Master Wen, Master Wen ......"

Wang Dou's gaze retracted from Wen Daxing, and he looked motionless in the direction of Yijialing, his expression extremely cold. (To be continued)