Ke Meiyi, the governor of Hezhou, led the children of a good family recruited from the local area, crossed the Jinjiang River and marched towards the hinterland of the Central Plains in the northwest, and the scouts sent continued to bring back the enemy situation in front. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info However, the so-called hostile situation is that there is no hostile situation, Hong Shibai's team did not entangle with the states and provinces that are not directly related to it on the way north, but went north directly, so the speed is also very fast, Mei Yi's team can only keep speeding up and try to catch up. A march without hostility is almost the same as a royal hunt. Master Zhao constantly had to assist Mei Yi, reorganize and train the team, and march all the way, which can be said to be a crime in the autumn, so that the people along the way can see the style of the king they wanted. Master Zhao said that only in this way can he guarantee the victory of the battle, and Mei Yi also thinks so. A few days before approaching Hong Shiba's team, the scouts sent had been able to keep up with the rebels on the march, and unexpectedly, the master tried his best to persuade Mei Yi to stop the march and repair in place. Since ancient times, soldiers have been fast, and since they have come here, why not launch a surprise attack to catch the rebels by surprise? The master said something behind his back, Mei Yi understood it, and the master's meaning was nothing more than a few. First, the team marched for a long time, and the boat and car were naturally tired, and it was easy to repair; Second, didn't Mei Yi know all about the means of dealing with Hong Shibai when he was also in Hezhou? The master asked Mei Yi rhetorically, and Mei Yi suddenly realized. Besides, if Hong Shiba's team didn't hit the place where the shouts of killing could be heard in the capital, would the court think that Mei Yi's Qinwang was Ganlin after a long drought? The master waved his hand, rested for a few days, and prepared well.

I haven't fought with Hong Eighteen's team for a while, and at first glance, Mei Yi can see that the person on the other side is really not the rabble of the past. Not only is it not the embarrassment that was about to collapse in the past, but the shouting and killing roared like thunder and rushed forward in waves, could it really be a divine power to protect the body? If Mei Yi hadn't urgently sent archers to fire a volley to suppress the position, I am afraid that this first battle would have been difficult to say that he could barely win. Hong Eighteen's team retreated, Mei Yi did not pursue, and the nearby terrain did not allow for fast marching, and in the deep and shallow ditches and forks everywhere, the muddy water blocked Mei Yi's idea of launching a pursuit. Master Zhao was thoughtful, he called the scout to ask a few words, and then said to Mei Yi that the rebels on the opposite side were not the group of people outside Hezhou City, but Hong Eighteen was newly recruited in the process of wandering, and his background was a local habitual bandit strongman, familiar with the terrain, and fierce by nature. After Mei Yi inspected the casualties that night, he prepared to take advantage of the abundant food and straw the next day, and pressed towards the rebels step by step.

On the first day of fighting, the soldiers were tired enough to fall asleep. In the middle of the night, Mei Yi, who was still talking to Master Zhao in the military tent, suddenly heard the rapid sound of drums, and the two got out of the military tent and commanded the soldiers to stick to the camp. When the soldiers of the regiment were so nervous that they were holding their swords and guns that they were in place, the drumming stopped. But even so, Mei Yi didn't dare to tell his subordinates to relax their vigilance, and sure enough, less than an hour later, the drum beat came again in a hurry, and unlike last time, there was no mixed shouting and killing. Mei Yi and Master Zhao looked at each other, and then loudly summoned the elite of his relatives, lit torches and rushed over directly. The military order was like a mountain, and the regiments rushed over one after another, but no one found it. Mei Yi got the report, and sighed that the master was like a god, and he actually saw that Hong Shibai's traitors were going to retreat quietly. The master thinks that there are also capable people in this rebel, and they need to be dealt with carefully in the future. When the sun came out, Mei Yi occupied the camp of Hong Eighteen's team, and when he saw the abandoned things in a place, he picked them up and looked at them, and he found that the discarded things on the ground were nothing more than a few things. It seems that the master said it again, the rebels wanted to lead Mei Yi to pursue, set up an ambush on the way, and then the feinted retreating team returned to kill the general, giving Mei Yi a heavy blow. Mei Yi didn't fall for their tricks and chose a better address to rest. Regarding the letter of inquiry sent by his colleagues on Nanjing's side, Mei Yi only replied briefly that he was on the march.

Mr. Yi has no news for some time, and he doesn't know what this mysterious person is doing in Nanjing. When Mei Yi had nothing to do, he learned to be a martial saint and read a book, and the book was naturally Master Zhao's. The regimental soldiers outside the door reported that someone had come to see him, interrupting Mei Yi's silence, and when he looked up, he was covered in a green shirt, an ordinary scholar in cloth, and he should have gone through a lot of imperial examinations at his age, but he had not been lifted, and he was very depressed. Looking at this person carefully, Mei Yi was confused, he left Hezhou and went to Nanjing, except for sending someone to send a mysterious letter, he never showed up again, why did he come in person now? Mei Yi hurriedly got up and saluted, beckoning his own soldiers to summon the master to come immediately. Mr. Yi's dress was no different from that of a down-and-out scholar, brushing off the dust on his green shirt, sitting down politely, and waiting for Master Zhao to arrive. There were only three people left in the military tent, and Mr. Yi said a new situation, the imperial court in the matter of Hong Eighteen, which could not be completely eliminated for a long time, rushed to the doctor, and began to contact with foreign people, and used silver taels to hire people to suppress bandits. In the coastal zone southeast of Nanjing, ships of Fan people have landed with munitions one after another, and it is estimated that they will join the army besieging Nanjing when the repair and preparations are completed. Mr. Yi looked worried, as if muttering to himself, it has been fulfilled, it has really been fulfilled.

Mr. Yi also brought a few patterns with him, which looked very strange, and spread them out on the desk, but Mei Yi and Master Zhao didn't understand it. Mr. Yi said that he sent someone to bring it to the landing Fanren, and it is said that the Fanren equipment was equipped with the pattern of the weaponry. Mei Yi suddenly remembered the conflict with the Fan people on the coast back then, if this is the pattern of the Fan people's artillery muskets, wouldn't it be possible to imitate it, that is, last time, the powerful weapons of the Fan people left a deep impression on Mei Yi. Mr. Yi's idea was this, in order to prevent the pattern from falling into the hands of others, this time he personally rushed to Mei Yi's military camp. Mei Yi casually asked Mr. Yi how he found the camp, and Mr. Yi said that it was very easy, since Mei Yi was marching north according to the news given by Mr. Yi, then he came along the road, and the most he could find along the way was to ask if there were any officers and soldiers passing by. Mei Yi's governance of the army was praised by Mr. Yi, and Mei Yi did not dare to be greedy for credit and said that it was all Mr. Zhao's credit. And Mr. Zhao said that this is the content, and Mei Yi knows that there is definitely more than one layer of meaning in it.

The imperial court attracted Fanren, and Fanren was equipped with powerful artillery fire, and it may not be that after Hong Eighteen was exterminated, Fanren's henchmen who established the imperial court also became Xiyi's confidants. This is really the problem that Mr. Yi then mentioned to Mei Yi, and the solution is not certain now, Mr. Yi believes that if Mei Yi's regiment can play a decisive role in the process of exterminating the rebels, then it can suppress and counteract the influence of Fan Ren in the future. Such an outcome requires a multi-pronged and separate effort. Mr. Yi asked Mei Yi to continue north, exterminate Hong Shibai's team in a suitable place, and expand the team and improve weapons and equipment by virtue of the cheap privileges granted by the imperial court. Hui Shi joined the army besieging Nanjing, and until Mei Yi returned to the division, the imperial court would suspend the capture of Nanjing. Mei Yi knew that the imperial court would not take the initiative to postpone the reconquest of the lost territory, but was only influenced by the secret members from the Xiyi group. Mei Yi didn't know who would be members of Xiyi, what he wanted to do was to wipe out the rebels who had broken away from him at the right time, and then participate in the siege and attack Nanjing as soon as possible, so as to reduce every influence of the Fanren. The top priority is to choose a suitable place and rush to make the weapons painted on these patterns, Mei Yi entrusted this matter to his master, and he himself led the regiment to continue north.

As the distance from Jinjiang became farther and farther away, the climate began to become very different, and the temperature difference between morning and evening reached the object of patience of the children of Hezhou. This is not enough, and it is not easy for the competent people who buy military supplies along the road to buy rations suitable for the regimental soldiers. To add insult to injury, Mr. Qian, who was sent back to his hometown to recruit troops, came back one after another with soldiers, and these thousands of regimental soldiers also needed food and salary supplies, but the military salaries of the imperial court had not been allocated for a long time, Mei Yi had already felt the anxious atmosphere emanating from the barracks, especially the new regimental soldiers who recruited the total Qianzong back. The speed of the pursuit of the Hong 18 rebels began to become extremely slow, and there were sporadic deserters in the barracks, even if the military law dealt with it, it was not eradicated, Mei Yi fell into a helpless situation for a while, until Mr. Yi sent someone to send a few carts of silver taels in time, which could be regarded as a temporary overcome. Immediately afterwards, Master Zhao, who stayed in the rear to supervise the manufacture of weapons, also caught up with the team with the first batch of new muskets that were rushed to build. Mei Yi selected capable and well-trained regimental soldiers to form a new-style musket team to practice shooting day and night. Compared with the muskets of the past, the new musket changed the muzzle charge to the tail charge, and what is even more amazing is that the barrel of the new musket is pulled out of the spiral grooves, no one knows why, just according to the pattern. Instead of carrying a gourd or horn with gunpowder around their waists, they only needed to load the slender ammunition that had been loaded with gunpowder in the workshop into the groove at the back of the gun with a cloth bag, and aim it at the target to deduct the fire. Mei Yi was particularly satisfied with the range of this new musket, which far exceeded the past 100 paces, and after measurement, the new gun could hit targets at least two or three hundred paces away. With such a musket, it is possible to attack from a distance with a significant reduction in its own casualties. Mei Yi decided that he would take the muskets as the vanguard and continue to pursue the rebels.

After the death of Kuris, the central realm lost contact with other realms, and it was impossible to elect a new governor through a council election. Warman ignored this, and after simply burying Curris, he began to rescue the other territories with the children of the realm with thoughts of grief and revenge and a small number of real soldiers. The Frans who died mysteriously in the valley no longer need to worry about Warman, let them be devoured by birds and beasts. With the help of the base, Warman is confident of future victories. Even though the land march was constantly blocked by the difficult terrain, Warman remained confident. It won't be long before the weapons in your hands will continue to send out vengeful bullets and fly towards the barbaric Brejans. The first goal to be achieved by the army was that the first generation of pioneers of the territory a hundred years ago came here on the Shamrock to escape the persecution of the mainstream religious sects of Bules, and after a hundred years, the territory called Virgil was already the most economically developed coastal town in the United States, and there was no reason why the Breezians should not give priority to attacking here. It is said that the little Shamrock escaped from Brilles in secret, and the people on board did not have enough provisions, no suitable navigator, and no equipment for the voyage. The people on the Shamrock didn't know how many days they would be adrift at sea, and they didn't even think about where their target was, their only purpose was to escape from Blès and go anywhere. The Shamrock's adrift at sea was destined to be a difficult journey from the start, and it was not long before the ship's crew died of malnutrition and despair and committed suicide. Most of the living are dying.

Only a few dozen people made it to the territory alive, and they all eventually believed the prophecy of the madman on board. The madman did not go crazy at the beginning, but he could not bear the pressure of lack of water and food on the ship, and there was nowhere to go ahead. But just after the disorder, the young man began to move in a fixed direction every day, and began to mumble in his mouth. At first the people did not understand what he was saying, but then the lad began to force everyone to say it with him, and it turned out that he was muttering that when four fingers pointed to the sky, the distance would no longer be far away. It sounded more like a medieval magician's spell, and everyone didn't take it seriously, and there was only one person on the ship who kept muttering. I don't know how many days the madman started muttering, but in the direction that the madman was facing, a green land appeared! The madman also turned the muttering in his mouth into a loud chant at this time, and then the people who saw hope gradually came to their senses and began to chant loudly with the madman to welcome the approach of the land. The wind was unusually smooth that day, pushing the boat slowly toward the shore. The people on the boat were saved, believing that this was the love of God who was willing to shelter them at work. Warman and many others had heard the story, but like many others, they didn't know what the words recited by the pioneers meant. But he knew that today, the people of the realm also needed to be saved, and the new United States needed to be saved.

The sound of heavy artillery interrupted Warman's thoughts, and over the low hill, a picture appeared before the soldiers of the United States, which could not bear to look at directly. The territory of Virgil, which is spread along the coast, has been plunged into a sea of fire, and it is clear that Virgil has also been seriously attacked unsuspectingly. Warman knew that Virgil, though the richest, was not the most militarily strong, and that the army of the United States was basically the one that Curris had single-handedly assembled. Virgil in front of him had no power to parry, and let the fierce artillery fire of the combined fleet of Breess and Frans at sea rage. Warman couldn't bear to look at this scene, but he knew very well that it was not yet time to attack, so he summoned the officers to deploy the attack plan, and asked the army to wait for orders, check weapons, and be ready to attack at any time. After the artillery bombardment, the Breezians began to land, and the Breeze army soldiers, who did not suffer any counterattack, arrogantly landed on the coast with their weapons in their hands and lined up in a phalanx. Warman commanded the knife to be unsheathed, and calmly and briefly launched the order to attack. The army of the United States, pouring down like a tide from the gentle slope, attacked the arrogant and unaware Brethians. The heavy self-propelled guns fired shells with a whistling sound, and the shells fell into the densely packed Breech phalanx, emitting pale green smoke, and a terrifying scene appeared, and the Breech phalanx became chaotic and began to fall to the ground one after another. Warman ordered the attack to be halted, asking the soldiers to avoid entering the smoke.

After the first round of artillery fire, the Brees, who had not yet completed the landing, suffered heavy casualties. The soldiers who remained on the shore had fallen to the ground in agony and rolled back and forth, and the rescued Brethians retreated to their ships and began to attack the army of the United States with naval guns. For a time, the attack of both sides became a fierce artillery battle between them, the number of shells with green smoke was not large, and unless the ship was hit, the shells that fell into the water and exploded could not destroy the Breechians at all. These were also discovered by the Britsians, who were constantly maneuvering and changing positions in battleships, consuming the ammunition of the United States army. Finally, after the shells with green smoke were exhausted, the Brilles began to move their ships closer to the coast, preparing to launch a second landing under the cover of naval guns. Warman looked contemptuously at the Breech landing craft that appeared near the low shoreline, for while the Breesians were retreating, he had already commanded his army to complete the arrangement of the two defensive lines, the ammunition was loaded, the personnel were ready, and if the Breesians returned, the corpses of their countless men would be left on the beach. Warman suddenly realized a pleasure, and it was clear that this pleasure came from the thought he had just had. He was very much looking forward to the impending attack scene, could he be a fan of violence? Warman asked himself, but he did not give an answer, for the landing of the Brethians had begun, and the assembled army had begun to move past the fresh corpses and slowly approach the line of defense laid out by the United States. Warman's hand holding the command knife trembled.