The Manchurian hunters' best job was to reconnoiter the enemy. It's their job, and the killing habits that come with it take a back seat. Abatai and Hong Chengchou waited for good news every day for five long days, but the final result was extremely disappointing for them.

Of the fifty sentinels sent out, only ten returned. Of these ten people, six were seriously injured and died. The remaining four told the story of their escape from danger, which made the faces of Abatai Hong Chengchou and the others gloomy for a long time.

The average depth of the entire North China defense line is 20 li, and all the villages and forts are distributed in waves, with a difference of up to 10 li between each other, and only 5 or 6 li close. Although the military forts are not large, some of them can only be regarded as fire road piers, and the terrible thing is that there must be artillery in them.

"Master, the Ming army is often transferred between villages, and the ranks are neat, making it unpredictable where to station." The sentry horse said worriedly: "Where there are also Ming army sentry horses in the forest, it is often the minions who go deep into it, and the villages will send a large team of men and horses to encircle and suppress, forcing the minions to flee into the forest, but they are calculated by the secret sentry inside." ”

As he spoke, the whistle horse suddenly remembered hunting in the white mountains and black waters.

Only this time, they became prey.

Hong Chengchou didn't speak, but Abatai said: "It's nothing more than the old way of guarding the fort." He said it seemingly relaxed, but in fact his heart was heavy. The Ming army set up forts in the western Liaoning corridor layer by layer, and steadily blocked the Manchu iron cavalry outside the pass for more than 20 years.

Hong Chengchou is not worried about these village forts: "Our army has red-coated artillery, but it will be broken in one attack. It's just that I don't know where it's weakest, and if it happens to hit a nail, it's not worth it. Although he was not loyal to the Manchu Qing, since he descended the Manchu Qing, he had to prove that the Qing Dynasty was indeed the destiny of heaven, and the rebellion against the Ming Dynasty and the return to the Qing Dynasty was also in line with the general trend.

Bolo listened from the sidelines. couldn't help but say: "No matter how much he is, as long as he pushes it over, those villages will still be able to stop me from riding the Qing Dynasty!" When the time comes, the one that stands in the way will be demolished, just enough to collect some servants and slaves. ”

Abatai was old in the battle formation, and said: "The army is encamped here, and I will send Hilgen to lead his men and horses to test it first." ”

Hong Chengchou also said: "Ancestor Zerun is the vice-president." ”

Two military orders were sent to Hilgen and Zu Zerun respectively. Hilgen was Wongtaiji's bodyguard when he was the Great Baylor. has been learning Huang Taiji's method of using soldiers. Zu Zerun is the eldest son of Zu Dashou, belonging to the Zhenghuangqi Han Army, and a son of a family of Liao generals. After receiving the order, the two men joined forces in advance and camped forty miles south of the camp, only twenty-five miles away from Anping County.

If Baoding, Tianjin, Zhending, and Cangzhou are regarded as four points and connected by straight lines, they become a parallelogram. It is really set on the line of Cangzhou, which happens to be where many county seats are located. It took a big advantage in building fortifications.

Both Hilgen and Zu Zerun knew the importance of this kind of tentative attack, and they would not go straight to Anping County with all their might. The two led 3,000 soldiers under their command, pulled more than 1,000 coats to open the way, and started from the villages on the periphery of Anping County to clear the passage to the county seat.

For the Qing soldiers, they rarely saw such a village that did not flee, usually the army arrived, and the villagers either surrendered or fled. There will be no death. And now, there is a puff of black smoke in the village. The wind does not disperse, and it is the wolf smoke of the warning.

When Hilgen Zuzerun saw the wolf smoke from afar, he invariably smiled in his heart: No one will come to save you.

In their minds, there should not be an army to save such a village.

According to common sense, the people here should have been evacuated to the county seat for refuge a long time ago. The officers and soldiers are only responsible for guarding the county seat, and they may not be able to defend it. Where can I take care of a village?

However, the East Palace system never plays cards according to common sense.

After the village sent out the wolf smoke signal, the nearby villages took action one after another and set up a well-equipped people's team. Xiang Yong took his weapon and entered the battle position, preparing to defend his village.

The 3,000th Headquarters of the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Guards Division, which was stationed outside Anping County, had already set out in full gear. With a forced march, he went to Pangjiazhuang, fourteen miles away. Raoyang and Shenze counties, forty miles east and west of Anyang, were also mobilized, and the defenders stationed in the two counties moved closer to Anping and prepared to support.

Each fire road pier sent out tanma and tang horse one after another, and for a time, the whole of North China seemed to be alive.

At this moment, fifty villagers in the village went to the wall, of which twenty archers were on standby, and an instructor wearing a red fat jacket and leather armor became the military commander of Zhuangzi, and took two township guards to arrange defense. He lost a hand in the Battle of Gaocheng, and was honorably transferred to the Xiangyong establishment and became an instructor in Pangjiazhuang.

"Artillery on the East Wall! They're coming from there. The instructor stood on the wall less than two feet high, squinting his eyes to check the movements of the Qing army.

Although it is not close, there are hundreds of people, and the dust raised by stepping on horses is gray, which is the most haode mark, and you can't hide it if you want to.

A Type 17 cannon quickly climbed the east wall under the push and pull of six strong men, and at the same time, twenty village warriors also carried tiger squat cannons, gunpowder, and projectiles to the wall for defense. The archers gave way to the artillerymen, holding their bows and waiting for the battle to blow.

Because the gunners belonged to the high jishu army, it was impossible to equip them to the village, and there were no full-time gunners even in the county, so the artillery was still used in the most traditional way: fixed basic gun emplacements and marked landing points within the firing range. The gunner only needs to wait for the target to reach the landing point, then adjust the elevation angle according to the landing point, and ignite the gun.

"Cannon, hit!" When the instructor saw that hundreds of people had rushed into the effective range of the artillery, he immediately gave the order.

With a bang, the shell flew out of the barrel and landed ten paces away from the left rear of the preset landing point, and only three or four Dongyu soldiers fell to the ground, apparently missed.

The soldiers who rushed up did not expect that there was still artillery in the village, and they were terrified. Many of the coats that had just been replenished from Gyeonggi had never been on the battlefield, and they were already scared when they heard the sound of artillery. Some people turned around and ran, not wanting to die under this artillery. The Dongyu armor soldiers who followed up drew their knives, and according to the clothes that escaped and pretended to be dead, they killed seven or eight people in an instant, and only then did they stabilize the front.

"Look at the people! More than you. The instructor couldn't help but curse at the scrambling gunner.

Xiang Yong didn't dare to squeak, and cleaned the chamber of the cannon according to the daily training, preparing for the next launch.

After stabilizing the formation, Niu Luezhen, who led the team, did not dare to order an attack again, but Pegasus sent a message to Hilgen and Zu Zerun that this village was defended by artillery, and whether they would continue to attack.

The two of them were also very surprised, not knowing that there were still artillery in this ordinary small village of Weishenme.

Generally speaking, the tighter the defense, the higher the status. Whether it was the face of the Manchurian soldiers or the curiosity of the two of them, they were forced to give the order to take down the village.

Soon, thousands of Dongyu appeared on the outskirts of Pangjiazhuang, which was already a quarter of the men and horses in the hands of Hilgen and Zu Zerun, and they were determined to blast the village away.

"Cannon, hit!"

The artillery in the village was once again powerful, and this time miraculously bombarded the enemy group, tearing open a bloody wound, allowing the villager who operated the cannon to gain some face.

Driven by the armor soldiers, Bao Yi continued to charge forward, but he didn't notice that the color of the soil on the ground had changed.

This is the mark of the range of the Tiger Squat Cannon.

"Tiger squat! Beat! The instructor happily smashed his fist against the wall with his remaining hand.

The Tiger Squat Cannon is different from the direct fire of the 17th type, it belongs to the curved artillery, so the firing range is relatively short, and it is similar to the mortars of later generations in terms of image.

Each Tiger Squat Cannon can shoot a hundred small lead or stones weighing five coins, and it can also press a projectile weighing thirty taels on it. Within thirty paces, the Tiger Squat Cannon was extremely lethal, and the shotgun fired from the muzzle was like a crazy hornet, pounced on the East Captives who rushed up.

Just one salvo, the five tiger squatting cannons knocked Dongyu to the ground, and the results were even better than the one-seven style that was served like a master on weekdays.

The instructor saw it in his eyes, and secretly said in his heart: It's better for us to squat and serve our own tigers, this Hongyi cannon can't be eaten lightly! When the report is written, you have to ask the boss to adjust more tiger squat guns.

The archers also stepped forward, and while the gunners were clearing the chambers, they shot arrows with their bows and shot those coats who were still rushing forward and refused to retreat. (To be continued......)

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