Countless ropes were dragging in front, and countless shirtless men were pushing sweatingly from behind. A two-thousand-pound cannon was pushed up along the city wall's horse path. A small captain stood on top holding a small flag, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Shouting slogans, all the civilians followed the swing of the flag, sweating step by step, and the whole scene was so enthusiastic that people's blood boiled.

Zhang Pan took off his shirt, personally pulled up a rope and walked at the front of the team. His thin and frail shoulders were cut deeply by the rope, but he did not know the pain. He took off the soles of his shoes and his five toes were dead.

They clung tightly to the gap between the green bricks on the road, and with the shout of the little flag, they moved forward with all their strength in response to the words "Hey!", and then held on tightly. Everyone took a breath together, and then continued to follow the little flag.

Qi shouted slogans and shouted again: "Hey!" and continued to take a step forward.

Every step forward is difficult, but every step is so determined, which makes Zhang Pan's mind can't help but think about it. This kind of forward movement with a heavy load is like the current Dongjiang Town of his own Liao Army, although every time he leaves countless

However, under the slogan and command of the commander-in-chief, everyone is moving forward step by step, although it is difficult, but they are still forging ahead.

During such a difficult advance, my chest felt as hot as if it was burning. Only every shout of "Hey Yo" could ease the fire in my heart.

Persevere, work hard, tighten the rope on your shoulders, and lift the weight behind you. As long as you hold on, as long as you have this breath, the goal will always be achieved, victory will be achieved, and the deep hatred of parents and brothers will finally be solved.

Can be rewarded.

Suddenly, he felt the rope on his shoulders loosen. He turned around and saw that the 3,000-pound cannon was pulled up to the top of the city by his own group. Zhang Pan couldn't help but put down the rope and looked up to the sky and roared.

This is a spiritual victory.

After working day and night, cannons were placed on the top of the city. The black muzzles faced the open space outside the city, where the blood and fire cemetery of Jiannu would be.

Mao Wenlong came back, bringing back less than five hundred brothers he had rescued. The news spread among the Nanguan soldiers, and countless soldiers cheered together, cheering for their future destiny of not being abandoned or given up.

After transporting the crippled 4567th Battalion back to Pi Island on a warship, Mao Wenlong ordered Li Guangchun, who was trained in Pi Island, to immediately recruit recruits from the refugees to provide them with rest and recuperation. He also ordered Blacksmith Zhao to build swords, guns and equipment day and night to provide them with supplies, and immediately ordered

Mao Xueli continued to purchase Tengjia and rattan brands from the private sector to supplement them.

Mao Zhongming, Mao Youde, and Wang Zhi were ordered to return to the island to prepare for a surprise attack by Jian Nu, and the supplemented guerrilla troops were ordered to guard Changshan Island.

Then he stood on the top of the city, looking at the distant Jinzhou hidden in the thousands of mountains, and said to Zhang Pan: "Here, I will give you two thousand soldiers and three hundred guns to strengthen your strength and prepare

To welcome Jiannu's attack, Jiannu will never give up Nanguan and Lushun so easily. There may be a big battle here in the near future, and you must guard this gate for me."

Zhang Pan immediately straightened his body and loudly assured Mao Wenlong: "Commander, please rest assured, with me, Zhang Pan, Nanguan will be as solid as gold."

"I have no doubt about this." Mao Wenlong affirmed.

Zhang Pan was even more moved that the commander trusted him so much.

"Do you still have any difficulties? Tell me now and I will do my best to satisfy you. Don't complain again then." Mao Wenlong smiled and said to Zhang Pan.

Zhang Pan replied without hesitation: "I want a gunner."

This really stumped Mao Wenlong for a while.

Zhang Pan received 200 artillery pieces dismantled from Lushun, but he did not have the corresponding gunners. Zhu Mingdong pieced together 30 pieces for him, and there were really no others.

Artillery is a real technical branch, and it cannot be done by just grabbing a few civilians. And the entire composition of Mao Wenlong's army is indeed made up of local leopards, and no one knows this thing.

This is the reason why the Jurchens captured no less than two to three thousand Ming artillery pieces, but they could only pile them up in the warehouse and let them rust and rot. Because they did not have qualified artillery, and they simply could not afford to rely on the captured Ming artillerymen.

A complete artillery team.

In fact, most of the so-called artillerymen of the Ming Dynasty just had a name. In normal times, if they could fire one or two cannons every year, they would be old-fashioned. However, the vast majority of the artillerymen had never fired a cannon at all.

, Neglect of training is a common phenomenon in the Ming Dynasty's army. It is a stubborn disease that cannot be changed in a short time.

At this time, if you ask Mao Wenlong to grab hot steamed buns with cold hands, where can he go to find artillery for Zhang Pan? But for Mao Wenlong, everything is created from scratch, and there are no difficulties. To create difficulties, you have to solve them.

What's more, it's really difficult now.

In Mao Wenlong's team, there are too many difficulties. We have become accustomed to them and just solve them.

"Call those gunners over and let me ask them carefully. This precious artillery must not be allowed to become a display."

A group of gunners were called over. They had discarded the tattered clothes of the Ming army and put on the handsome uniforms of the Fu Liao army. Although they had only had enough food for a few days, their whole spirit had been completely renewed.

Seeing Mao Wenlong, the thirty or so artillerymen immediately knelt down and said they were seeing the commander-in-chief.

Mao Wenlong pulled them up one by one: "You are all the treasures of our Fu Liao Army. When you see me in the future, you don't need to kneel down. Besides, our Fu Liao Army doesn't pay attention to kneeling down. We can just bow our hands and salute when we meet."

This group of people stood up respectfully, saying that they didn't dare. They all hunched their shoulders and slumped back, full of humility.

It turns out that the strict etiquette of superiority and inferiority in the corrupt army has penetrated into their bones, and it is true that they cannot change it for a while, and can only be slowly influenced by the environment.

Mao Wenlong asked with a smile: "Who is your leader here?"

Humans are group animals. Regardless of whether they are assigned by the above, in a group of people, a leader will naturally appear, so Mao Wenlong asked this question.

A man who was nearly fifty years old was pushed out by everyone. This man walked respectfully in front of Mao Wenlong. He said he was handsome, but then he knelt down and kowtowed.

Mao Wenlong, with quick hands and quick eyes, grabbed it and said: "Since you are the leader pushed out by the brothers, then I will officially appoint you as the leader of the artillery battalion of Nanguan. What was your original name? What is your military rank?"

The fifty-year-old man quickly replied: "Little Dong Hao, I was originally a general bannerman. The brothers around me call me Dong Dapao."
Chapter completed!