Chapter 200 The shelling of Beihai Town

Ten miles south of Jurgen City, on the north bank of Suifen River.

Fukang'an was crossing the pontoon with the Chinese guards when he faintly heard the sound of gunfire coming from the northwest. He turned to the participants behind him and asked: "There is already fighting over at Duerjia."

It’s over! How’s it going at Ejunmen?”

"Commander, the Ejunmen side just sent someone to report that they have all crossed the pontoon bridge!"

"Okay! Let the forward battalion protect you and push the cannon up first, and the firearms battalion quickly follow up! The whole army will be arrayed five miles away! Duerjia can't hold it for long!"

Although there was light snow in the sky at this time, the wind was not strong. The Qing army used the dried wood carried by the army to build the pontoon bridge, and many sheepskin airbags were tied to both sides of the bridge, which was quite stable. As for Zhao Xin's side

In order to free Fukang'an for the decisive battle across the river, no bombardment of the pontoon bridge was arranged.

In the marching queue, military songs gradually began to sound. The soldiers sang "Thirty Songs of Victory Made by the Qianlong Emperor" when he pacified Jinchuan and Da Jinchuan in the 41st year of Qianlong's reign. The flattery of the military counselor was a perfect example of his weakness.

When Fukangan heard this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"On the ugly night of the 24th Mid-Autumn Festival, a red flag was handed out in the Mulan camp. I couldn't sleep and asked for military reports, but I said I could only see it tonight. The road is 17,000 miles away, and it leads to more than ten dynasties and eight dynasties. It can be seen that everyone has the same heart.

Ambition, good deeds and rewards will come naturally."

Not far away, the rapid sound of horse hooves came. Fukangan turned his head and saw a cavalryman without a helmet and covered in blood passing through the gap in the queue. Before the horse could stop, the sergeant came from behind.

He immediately rolled down, staggered to Fukang'an, and threw himself to the ground.

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief that Dujunmen has been defeated! Our troops on the Western Front suffered heavy casualties."

Fukangan felt a thump in his heart, his vision suddenly went dark, and he was about to fall back. The two guards behind him immediately supported him. After all, Fukangan was a battle-hardened man, and he quickly

After regaining consciousness, he quickly asked the sergeant: "Where are the Duerjia people?"

"Dujunmen led his troops withdrew to the main camp and is no longer able to fight anymore."

"How much is the loss?"

"Not even one of the musketry and artillery battalions survived, and most of the cavalry was lost."

After hearing this, Fukang'an's throat felt sweet, and a bloody smell surged up. He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "Dulga bastard! That's more than seven thousand people!"

The sergeant whimpered and cried: "Commander, the thieves' firearms are really powerful! Our army was a hundred steps away from the enemy, and the thieves' formation fired thousands of cannons. Many of our brothers were smashed to pieces, and even their corpses could not be found."

Fukang'an looked up blankly into the distance, not knowing what he was looking at. When he looked back, he noticed that many of the marching soldiers turned their heads to look at him, slowing down their steps, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Uncertain expression.

"The morale of the army must not be disturbed!" Fukangan's face slowly turned from ferocious to calm. He looked at the crying sergeant at his feet, and murderous intent suddenly arose. Then he shouted: "Shut up! How dare you lie about the military situation!" After speaking, he said to the side of him.

The soldier winked.

The soldier was a domestic servant who had been with him for more than 20 years. He understood it as soon as he saw the look in his master's eyes. So with a wave of his hand, two burly Chinese army guards came over, picked up the sergeant and headed back.

Walk.

The sergeant was stunned for a moment and just kept begging for mercy: "Commander! Commander!"

"What the hell are you doing for food?!" The soldier cursed in a low voice, and at the same time he pulled off a piece of cotton cloth from his waist, rolled it twice and stuffed it into the sergeant's mouth.

"Hmm."

"Crack!" The sword flashed, and the sergeant's head rolled twice on the ground, and a burst of blood shot out onto the snow-covered slope.

Fukang'an didn't look back, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face vigorously a few times. Feeling that his mood had stabilized a little, he asked a young general behind him: "Is there any news from Ushhada?

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"Back to the Marshal, there's no news yet."

Fukang'an turned around and said to the general: "Guang Tinggong arranged for you to be with me because he wanted you to learn more about battle formations. I have an errand for you now, and I don't worry about others."

This general's name is Na Yangui, and he is Agui's eldest grandson. He is twenty-four years old this year. He flat-chested and made a military salute, and said in a deep voice: "Please give me your orders, Commander-in-Chief."

Fukang'an stretched out his hand, took out a command arrow from Geshiha who was holding the command arrow box next to him, and whispered to Na Yangui: "Take the command arrow, pick twenty guards from the Chinese army, and go to Duerjia

Our camp, please help me stabilize the morale of the army!"

"I humbly obey my orders!"

"See what's going on with Durga and send someone to report to me immediately. Remember, there can be no chaos on the Western Front no matter what! Go!"

After a while, Fukangan felt a little more at ease when he saw Na Yangui and his people roaring away. The soldiers helped him into the sedan, lowered the curtain, and then said to the bearer outside: "Let's go."

Fukangan in the sedan leaned on the back of the chair, with a pool of black and red seeping out of the white silk handkerchief he held in his hand.

At the same time, six miles east of Fuldan City, in the dense forest to the north of a small hill, Ushhada walked around waving his whip, looking up at the top of the hill from time to time, with an anxious look on his face.

Five thousand men of the Eastern Route Army have been lying in wait here for three days, but they haven't encountered a carriage transporting grain and grass. Ushhada sent forward scouts from the forward battalion to search on various mountain roads, but they didn't even see a ghost.

On!

He also sent scouts to investigate the situation in Fuldan City. According to the scouts' reports, there seemed to be two to three thousand people living in Fuldan City, and there were people patrolling the city walls day and night; and the original old city had been reinforced and had four gates.

All have been renovated.

"Did these thieves hoard a large amount of food and grass in Fuldan City? Otherwise, how could they support the defense of thousands of people."

"Sir, the commander-in-chief has sent someone here!"

Ushhada was muttering to himself that the messenger sent by Fukang'an had arrived.

"Mr. Wu! Sir, the commander ordered the Eastern Route Army to ignore the thieves in the food road and fire, attack Fuldan City quickly, and cooperate with the attack on the southern front! This is the token and the commander's personal letter." This messenger was sent before dawn.

So we set off and rode around for two hours. Now we were so tired that we were out of breath.

Ushihada took the token and checked it, confirming that it was correct; he also took out Fukang'an's autographed letter and read it again, and then laughed and said: "The two southwest fronts have been fully launched! It's the right time for a man to perform meritorious service and serve the imperial court!"

Brothers! Let’s have a fucking good fight in a while, and I’ll ask the commander to give you credit!”

"tie!"

After saying that, he said to the messenger: "Go back and report to the commander immediately, and we will send troops immediately!"

"tie!"

At noon, the snow became lighter. Outside the trench of Jurgen's Western Front position, Monk Zhou followed dozens of soldiers from his company, holding up rifles with bayonets, and looking among the corpses of the Qing soldiers. When he walked to a

When he stood in front of the corpse of an archer dressed in animal skins, he first touched it with the bayonet in his hand. When he saw no response, he was about to stab it again with the bayonet when he saw the man beneath him move slightly.

"There's someone alive here!" As soon as Monk Zhou finished speaking, two Beihai townspeople carrying a stretcher ran over. They found that the archer was still alive, so they put it on the stretcher and trotted towards the back of the trench.

There were several flat four-wheeled carriages in the past. All the surviving wounded soldiers of the Qing army would be put on the carriages and then transported to the medical center in Fuldan City.

On the heavy machine gun and anti-aircraft gun positions, the shooters and assistant shooters were busy cleaning the guns, replacing the barrels, and loading ammunition. Liu Sheng sat next to the M2HB he controlled, smoking a cigarette in a daze.

Zhao Xin walked over from the headquarters with his rifle and Guisheng, and said to Liu Sheng: "I'll leave the Western Front to you. I'll go to the trenches in the south to have a look. I'll also go to Lao Chen's side to have a look."

Liu Sheng said without raising his head: "Isn't there a phone?"

"I don't feel at ease, so I have to take a look to feel reassured." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he squatted next to Liu Sheng, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and lit it, leaned closer and whispered: "What's wrong?"

Liu Sheng took a deep breath from his cigarette, exhaled a long stream of white air, and said slowly: "If they hadn't encountered us, the Qing army would not be weak! How come they lost the Opium War? I really don't understand."

Zhao Xin did not answer him. This could not be explained clearly in a few words. A single sentence of "the corruption and incompetence of the Qing government" was not enough to explain the reason behind it. He stood up and patted Liu Sheng on the shoulder, turned around and took Guisheng on his horse.

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In the trenches on the southern front, the first battalion led by Ding Guofeng, Sheng Haizhou and the third battalion led by Pingtai already knew the news of the great victory on the western front. When they saw Zhao Xin coming on horseback, the soldiers in the trenches cheered.

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"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!" Sheng Haizhou, Pingtai and other soldiers all looked at Zhao Xin with admiration. It was this man who led them all the way to the wild land through hardships and waves, relying on the endless "divine power"

Tens of thousands of refugees were saved. Now it was this man who led them to break through the siege of the Chinese army and gradually move towards victory.

Ding Guofeng saw Zhao Xin walking into the bunker with Sheng Haizhou and He Tai. He raised his head and asked, "Why did you come here? How are the casualties in the west?"

Zhao Xin shook his head and said solemnly: "Not good. In just one round of bow and arrow and artillery fire, a hundred people were killed or injured. I came here specifically to remind you." Then, he told the situation of the battle on the Western Front.

After hearing this, Ding Guofeng said: "These soldiers lack combat experience. Many of them have only been in the army for half a year. This situation is normal."

Zhao Xin said solemnly: "I originally thought of waiting for the Qing army to get fifty meters away before firing, but now it seems that I underestimated the enemy. I only thought about the weapon lead, but did not take into account the quality of the soldiers. Their equipment

With a large number of musketeers, artillery and archers, and progressive tactics, they were almost invincible in East Asia in this era."

Ding Guofeng nodded and said: "Actually, I had a private conversation with the old squad leader about this matter, and the old squad leader said that our unit has no soul yet."

At this point, Zhao Xin had some things he couldn't say in front of Sheng Haizhou and He Tai. He changed the subject, gave the two a few words, and then took Ding Guofeng outside the bunker.

Seeing that everyone around him was staying away, he whispered to Ding Guofeng: "Actually, I am very conflicted about these island country soldiers."

Ding Guofeng reacted immediately when he heard this. He glanced at the soldiers in the trenches and sighed: "We are all the same. But if you think about it carefully, they are quite pitiful. Let's wait until the refugees from the country bring them.

Well, it should be much better if we mess around with them."

Zhao Xin walked to his horse, turned around and said to Ding Guofeng: "I will go around Fuldan City and be careful. If the situation goes bad, call Liu Sheng and call for artillery support."

In the medical station in Fuldan City, dozens of female nurses and male caregivers were working intensively to treat the wounded. In the operating room, Director Liu Da was holding a surgical saw to perform surgery on a guy who had half of his arm blown off by a Qing army shell.

resection.

A Miao was cleaning the wound of a wounded soldier and preparing to suture it. The tragic situation of the first batch of wounded soldiers withdrawn from the Western Front really shocked her. After the battle last year, Liu Siting did not let A Miao follow her.

I went to treat the wounded, so the little girl didn't have much experience, but this time it was different.
To be continued...