Sure enough, Zheng Hongkui's premonition came true again, but this time the fulfillment made him shudder.

"Report! My foot soldiers were routed by the opponent, and the reinforcements couldn't rush up! ”

A soldier who reported the news crawled and ran back in a panic, and cried when he knelt on the ground and said this. Shocked and angry, Zheng Hongkui reprimanded: "Cry! Crying Bird! Tell Lao Tzu carefully, why are the reinforcements and why can't they be charged! ”

After a long time, the soldier returned to normal, and said intermittently: "The army gate, the other party is full of muskets, and before my foot soldiers could get closer, they were beaten and seven of them were injured!" ”

This sounds a little incredible to Zheng Hongkui, what is the musket, if the impression of the border army in the north of the Ming Dynasty on this weapon only stays on the firecracker, then Zheng Hongkui, who has been adrift on the southeast sea all the year round and has dealt with Westerners countless times, has a more intuitive understanding, Westerners do not use muskets like the Ming army, after a swarm of salvos, the musket in his hand has completely become a burning stick, which is useless.

The Westerners obviously used muskets even higher, and they formed a vertical line every time, and after the commander gave the order, they carried out a volley in an orderly manner. However, this tactic can only sustain three rounds of continuous shooting, and once the three rounds are fired, it will take a long time for them to reload the gunpowder and projectiles. As far as the general battlefield is concerned, after three rounds of shooting, until they are reloaded and can shoot again, the infantry who is charging against them has already rushed in front of them, and the rest can only be hand-to-hand combat.

And in these three volleys, the number of people who were shot and fell to the ground can be one-tenth is already a very large number. In Zheng Hongkui's impression, under normal circumstances, the lethality of the musket to the charging infantry is minimal, and the effect is more to hit the morale of the infantry soldiers. Therefore, the soldier who reported the news came to report that the other party had injured more than half of the charging infantry with his musket, and in his opinion, it was either his own side that he was slacking off, or that this soldier was deliberately exaggerating the strength of the other side.

Just when Zheng Hongkui was about to teach the soldiers who reported the news a lesson, some people retreated one after another, this time everyone was injured, and even a few people were covered in blood, which looked very scary.

"Military Gate! Quick, get back to the ship, we, we can't stand it! ”

It was a lieutenant general sent by Zheng Zhilong to his side who said this. This person is brave and good at fighting, and has fought countless battles large and small, and it is especially possible for others to lie, but this person will never be able to. The lieutenant's words made Zheng Hongkui extremely depressed, and he was also very puzzled. What is the other party's ability to beat his foot soldiers without the power to fight back.

Zheng Hongkui was not panicked, in his opinion, what he had sent before was only a small number of foot soldiers, and it was not surprising that he was defeated. This time, he decided to press down all the foot soldiers who had already come ashore. Moreover, judging from the narrow terrain of this pier, he should send another strange army to detour from the flank and attack the rear and flank of the opponent, so that he could not believe that he could be defeated again, and at most it would be an undefeated situation.

As soon as he thought of this, Zheng Hongkui firmly ordered his cronies to rush to the battle site with people in person, and he wanted to stabilize the situation, he didn't want to be defeated and return to the ship as soon as he landed on the shore. And having lost their advantage on land, their situation will be worrying again. Therefore, Zheng Hongkui is determined to win this battle and cannot afford to fail. If he fails, the best outcome can only be to retreat with the fleet in ashes, as for the task assigned by the eldest brother, it is a complete failure, and waiting for him after returning to Fujian, it may be a punishment for dismissal and seizure of office, and from then on he will be excluded from the core of the Zheng family's power.

This kind of situation is something Zheng Hongkui absolutely does not want to see, so he has to fight hard, since even God was helping him just now, he doesn't believe that he will be defeated.

Soon the two men marched inland to the west, one head-on, while the other, guided by guides, rounded the densely populated areas in preparation for a surprise attack on the opposing flank, in order to achieve a decisive victory.

After everything was distributed, Zheng Hongkui pretended to be calm and returned to the house, but the charcoal fire in the copper basin was already dying, and the originally hot chicken in the meat basin on the table was also cold. After some changes, Zheng Hongkui, who was originally hungry, couldn't raise his appetite at all, and only paced back and forth in the room anxiously. On the contrary, his cronies and lieutenants were still hungry, but how could the lord dare to do it privately if he didn't eat him, so he could only keep swallowing his saliva, and couldn't move a bite of the meat in the meat bowl on the table.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of artillery one after another, and their infantry did not have artillery, which was obviously the enemy's artillery. The deputy general could clearly see that Zheng Hongkui's body shook a few times with the sound of artillery one after another, and he was obviously confused and uneasy in his heart.

Everyone fell silent, waiting for the outcome of the battle. The waiting process was torturous, Zheng Hongkui jumped to the door several times to look at the battle, but because the distance was too far and there were buildings to cover it, he couldn't see anything.

Zheng Hongkui silently counted the time, this time he had not received the military report of defeat for a long time, and his originally nervous heart gradually quieted down. Beginning to examine the situation he was facing from a global perspective, the first thing he thought of was the Japanese who were besieging Xiaoshan. Although these people are a rabble, they are mainly based on the Japanese ronin and Haikou, and their combat effectiveness may be inferior to that of the border army of the Ming Dynasty, but they are superior in their personal bravery, and they all fight and die in battle, which is really more than enough to deal with these local soldiers in Zhejiang.

Therefore, the probability of defeat of the Japanese is very low, and it is almost negligible. Therefore, on the whole, without the intervention of external forces, the Zheng family still occupies the initiative in this wrestling competition.

Second, it was not until today that he could see clearly to what extent the Ming Dynasty court had weakened, and the provinces on the banks of the river had long gone their own way, and even the southern Zhili and Zhejiang, which had always been the most tightly controlled by the imperial court, had already shown signs of doing their own thing, and the conclusion was drawn that the provinces on the banks of the river had already gone their own way in fact, and perhaps the situation of secession of feudal towns in the late Tang Dynasty would reappear.

The thought struck him, and if that was the case, why would he hang himself from a tree. If this battle is defeated, he will kill the deputy general sent by the eldest brother, and then patrol a piece of territory to stand on his own, why go back and tie his hands?

After having this thought, the heart of gain and loss was further weakened, and Zheng Hongkui finally came to sit down in front of the Taishi chair.

Yao Qisheng watched as these Three Guards were fighting the Japanese in a way he had never seen before. For the time being, he referred to all the armed forces that invaded the coastal areas of Zhejiang as the Japanese Invaders, whether they were Han Chinese or Japanese people. However, he was also pleasantly surprised to find that the tactics used by the Marquis of Zhenyu seemed to have been seen in books, but they were only seen in books. I thought that this kind of gun platoon tactics required excellent discipline, and it was no less difficult to train such an army that would be forbidden than winning a rare battle with fewer victories.

As a result, the vast majority of generals chose to use simpler and easier to train weapons, such as spears and swords, as their primary weapons. However, this town captive marquis found another way, using the most cumbersome military training methods, not only trained a forbidden army and horses, but also received miraculous results.

This discovery made Yao Qisheng excited, and it can be seen that the Marquis of Zhenyu is not just a general who only knows bravery. Faintly, he felt that his decision to join the army and vote for the Marquis of Zhenlu was extremely correct. It is said that fame is taken right away, and in this life in troubled times, if you don't grasp the opportunity, you will have no place to cry if you want to regret it in the future. But the only difficulty in front of him now was that the Marquis didn't seem to like him very much, and he was cold to him.

On the way from Xiaoshan to the mouth of the Qiantang River, the Marquis of Zhenyu didn't even say a word to him, he always had a feeling of being excluded, and this feeling was really not what he wanted. Obviously, the one he captured alive didn't make the marquis look down on him, even though he was still a real one.

Thinking of this, Yao Qisheng glared at the Tagawa Emon with a sore expression full of resentment. Seeing him lying on the ground and closing his eyes, he couldn't help but raise his foot and kick a few times, maybe one of the kicks was too close to the wound between his crotch, pulling the wound, and the pain made him scream and crawl up, his eyes shot hateful eyes, staring directly at this young man who had lost his male roots.

Yao Qisheng felt that he had been challenged, the young man was already irritable, and after he became angry, he began to regret that he didn't cut off the head of this widow in the first place, why did he still have a burden of hating himself?

However, Yao Qisheng suddenly seemed to react, he looked up, and it turned out that the Three Guards had already advanced in a big way, leaving him far behind. This discovery made him suddenly creepy, but now he is on the battlefield, and the Three Guards are fighting against the Japanese Invaders, if they are out of the protection of the Three Guards, if they fall into the hands of the Japanese Invaders, they can still have their own good fruits to eat?

Just when Yao Qisheng was feeling uneasy, he suddenly saw a group of people walking towards the depths of the house. He recognized the uniforms of the Three Guards on these people, and chased after them as if he had seen them. As for that widow, he couldn't take care of it much, anyway, this person was locked in an iron lock, and if he wanted to escape and harm people, it wouldn't be so easy, even if he wanted to hurt a yellow-mouthed child.

Yao Qisheng was afraid that this mysterious team of three guards would not take him, so he quietly followed behind, and then he suddenly found that the original dense sound of guns and cannons gradually became smaller, which made him a little uneasy, did the three guards win or lose? The psychological side gradually beat a small drum as the surroundings became quieter and quieter.

In this way, he followed the group for half an hour, and to Yao Qisheng's great frustration, he still lost it, and now he is alone, surrounded by darkness, and worried. Suddenly, he seemed to see a fat figure scurrying through the darkness.

In a panic, he blurted out, "What person? ”