When Wang Fuchen walked into the big tent, Jiang Xiangzheng, Jiang Xuan and his general Yang Zhenwei were drinking heavily.
Ever since he surrendered and became a slave, Jiang Xiang has not been in a good mood. Although the Qing government ostensibly asked him to supervise the military affairs of Datong, Xuanfu and other places, and he could be regarded as a feudal official, they did not give him a title.
Not to mention that like Wu Sangui, he was granted the title of king, even the princes and princes were not in his turn.
Not only did he not be knighted, Dorgon even summoned him to Beijing and gave him a lecture.
This made Jiang Xiang feel very aggrieved. They were all demoted generals. Why should Wu Sangui and the others be granted the title of king or duke? No matter how bad they were, they could be made marquis, but Jiang Xiang was not even a third-class master.
However, something that made Jiang Xiang even more aggrieved was that his tribe's army was reorganized into the Green Battalion.
The 20,000 surrendered troops in Datong Town and Xuanfu Town were organized into ten battalions, and Jiang Xiang only commanded one of the model battalions.
Although Jiang Xiang nominally has command and dispatch authority over the other nine battalions, the only one he can actually command is the Standard Battalion.
It's not that Jiang Xiang has never thought about returning to the Ming Dynasty, but firstly, the distance is too far, and secondly, Chongzhen's various actions in Jiangnan also make him wary. The result of returning to the Ming Dynasty may be ten times worse than the current one. I don't see it.
Gao Jie, Liu Liangzuo and Liu Zeqing all asked Chongzhen to kill Huang Degong, but they were relieved of their military power after they had made such great contributions in Xuzhou.
"Oh, this life is really unbearable." Jiang Xiang let out a long sigh.
"Brother, please be patient." Jiang Xuan persuaded, "No matter how bad things are, you are still better than Liu Liangzuo and Liu Zeqing."
"Yes." Yang Zhenwei, the general, also said, "Gao Jie, Liu Zeqing and Liu Liangzuo were wronged. They made so many contributions to the Ming Dynasty, but they fell into decline. Instead, they were slaughtered by the dog emperor Chongzhen. How miserable.
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"That's right." Jiang Xiang said mockingly, "Now we have no other choice but to be dogs for the Qing Dynasty. The Ming Dynasty will not let us go, nor can we be hypocritical and hypocritical. There is no other way to go.
Here you go."
While talking, the curtain was opened from the outside, and an armed man walked in proudly.
When Jiang Xiang and the others looked back, they saw the general's face was like white jade, his eyebrows were like lying silkworms, and he was also tall.
"Ma Yaozi, why did you come so quickly? Hurry up and sit down." Jiang Xuan quickly stood up and gave up his seat.
Wang Fuchen had two nicknames, one was Living Lu Bu and the other was Ma Yaozi, but few people called him Living Lu Bu.
Jiang Xiang also picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine for Wang Fuchen himself, and said with a smile: "Fuchen, no matter what, we are old brothers who were killed in Datong Town. We can't live apart from each other in the future."
Wang Fuchen hurriedly took the wine glass with both hands: "The army's words are serious."
"Hey, there's no such thing as a military sect. There are only brothers here."
Jiang Xiang raised the wine cup and bumped it lightly with Wang Fuchen, and then said, "It's done."
Wang Fuchen's neck went dry after drinking it, and he sincerely praised: "Xinghua Village, good wine."
Just as Jiang Xiang was about to persuade Wang Fuchen to eat dried meat, the curtain was suddenly opened again.
Immediately, a large group of people walked in. When they took a closer look, the leader was Prince Zheng Jierharang.
Jiang Xiang was startled. He quickly stood up and flicked his sleeves, then knelt down on one knee to greet Jierhalang and said: "Jiang Xiang, the military affairs officer of Datong Xuanfu and other departments, would like to greet the prince."
Jiang Xuan, Yang Zhenwei and Wang Fuchen also quickly knelt down to pay their respects.
Jilharang snorted softly from his nostrils, waved his hand and said, "Get up."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Xiang thanked him, stood up and stood to one side timidly.
Jierhalang ignored Jiang Xiang and walked straight to Wang Fuchen.
"You are Wang Fuchen, known as 'Huo Lu Bu' and 'Ma Yaozi'. You are indeed a talented person."
Jierhalang's eyes showed undisguised admiration, and he said with a smile: "I heard that you are now very good at kung fu. I wonder if you can demonstrate it on the spot."
"What's wrong?" Wang Fuchen suddenly became energetic after hearing this.
Because he had a premonition that a broad road had appeared in front of him. If he embraced Prince Zheng's thigh, wouldn't it be a hundred times better than Jiang Xiang's?
Jiang Xiang had a melancholy look on his face.
This is obviously poaching him.
But Jiang Xiang was powerless to stop it.
Jirharang immediately ordered someone to bring in a good horse.
He also asked the green camp soldiers in Jiang Xiang's camp to light torches.
Then in front of everyone, Wang Fuchen got on his horse and showed off his riding and shooting skills.
It has to be said that Wang Fuchen's riding and archery skills are really amazing. Not only can he draw a stone-hard bow on horseback, but he can also fire arrows within thirty steps without missing a beat, and he can hit eight out of ten shots from fifty steps away.
You must know that this is on top of a galloping war horse, not standing still.
After performing the riding and shooting kung fu, Wang Fuchen showed off his horseback slashing kung fu.
Wherever the war horse passed, the sword in Wang Fuchen's hand danced like snow, and the heads of the scarecrows on both sides rolled to the ground. If this was a real battlefield, at least twenty people would be killed in this moment, which is really impressive.
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"Good!" Jierharang couldn't help but praise, "I thought that the stories in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms were all made up. How could there be such a powerful general like Lu Bu in this world? But after meeting you Wang Fuchen today, I finally believed in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
I’m not lying, there really are powerful generals like Lu Bu in the world, and you, Wang Fuchen, are today’s Lu Bu!”
"The general will not dare to praise the prince so much." Wang Fuchen was humble on the surface, but he was extremely proud in his heart.
"I did not praise you falsely, it is just the fact. You are today's Lu Bu." As soon as Jierhalang said these words, Wang Fuchen got a new nickname, today's Lu Bu.
Ji'erhalang turned to Jiang Xiang and said, "Jiang Xiang, call all the Datong camps quickly."
"Now" Jiang Xiang was stunned when he heard this. Now is the early hours of the night. At this time, we are beating drums and gathering troops. Are we not allowed to sleep?
"Yes, right now." Jierhalang said solemnly.
"The military situation is urgent, we must hurry up."
"Hey!" Jiang Xiang had no choice but to order to summon the army.
Soon, the Wuying Green Camp of Datong Town was summoned.
A quarter of an hour later, except for Wang Fuchen's battalion, the other four battalions of 8,000 green soldiers from the fifth battalion of Datong Town quietly entered the periphery of the Ming Army's gun platform under the cover of darkness and began soil work.
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The next day, Yan Yingyuan and Chen Mingyu climbed to the watchtower early in the morning.
With the help of the telescope, Yan Yingyuan could easily see the four trenches that the Green Camp soldiers were digging, because the Green Camp soldiers were not digging underground tunnels, but open tunnels.
"Jiannu has become smarter." Chen Mingyu said.
"You learned how to use trench tactics so quickly."
"There's nothing to worry about." Yan Yingyuan said.
As early as in Nanjing, they had already practiced it many times.
They not only practiced trench warfare, but also tunnel tactics.
But the end result is the same. As long as the logistics supply line at Dagukou is not cut off, the Jiannu slaves will never be able to recapture Dagukou, not even in a month, not even in a year!
Chen Mingyu was still cautious and asked: "Jianheng, why don't the artillery battalion use the tiger squatting cannon to stop it?"
The new army that followed Yan Yingyuan to Dagukou consisted of a brigade of infantry and a battalion of artillery, totaling nearly 6,000 people including medical soldiers.
Among them are the artillery campers.
The artillery battalion has two field artillery commanders and two tiger squat artillery commanders.
A field artillery commander (person) is equipped with a field gun and a mules and horses.
A Crouching Tiger Cannon Commander (person) is equipped with a Crouching Tiger Cannon and a mules and horses.
So far, the artillery battalion that came to Dagukou has not shown much power. It only fired twenty rounds yesterday morning, and the charge was temporarily reduced by half. The Tiger Crouching Cannon did not fire a single shot.
"It won't be necessary for the time being." Yan Yingyuan shook his head and said, "It's not yet time to use the Crouching Tiger Cannon."
Speaking of this meal, Yan Yingyuan looked at the communication soldiers under the watch and said: "Give me the order. As soon as the trenches of the slaves are dug to the trenches outside the gun platform, seawater will be poured back."
The communications soldier immediately raised the command flag to the cannon tower ahead.
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"Ma Yaozi, this sword was passed down to me from my father."
"I will give it to you today. I hope you can use this sword to make contributions to the Qing Dynasty."
Jierhalang took out a sword with a handle inlaid with dongzhu and precious gems, and handed it to Wang Fuchen solemnly.
"Your Majesty, how can this make it so?" Wang Fuchen didn't dare to reach out to take it, and waved his hands repeatedly and said, "This sword is the family heirloom sword of Prince Zheng's palace, and the general will never dare to accept it."
"Well, as the saying goes, pink powder is given to beauties, and swords are given to heroes."
"Only a tiger general like you, my assistant minister, can be worthy of such a peerless sword."
Ji'erharang handed over the sword in his hand and solemnly said: "Go on, otherwise I will be angry."
"In this case, the general is ashamed to receive it." Wang Fuchen took the sword with both hands and said solemnly, "Your Majesty treats the general with such high regard, which really makes the general frightened. The general has nothing to repay, so he can only replace him on the battlefield.
Your Majesty, fight bravely for the Qing Dynasty! Even if your heart and mind are shattered, you will have no regrets, and you will not be afraid of mountains of swords or seas of fire."
"Okay." Jierhalang was overjoyed when he heard this. This king has got his general.
At this time, Tun Qi came over and reported: "Master, the trench has been dug."
"Okay." Jierhalang said to Wang Fuchen, "Fuchen, it's your turn now."
"My lord, please just watch." Wang Fuchen saluted with his sword, "General, please take down the gun platform in front of me right now."
After saying that, Wang Fuchen strode to the front of the formation and saw two thousand soldiers resting on the ground. The other four green battalions in Datong Town dug trenches all night. Only the two thousand green battalions under Wang Fuchen's command recharged their strength.
One night.
Seeing Wang Fuchen approaching, the two thousand Green Camp soldiers who had been sitting on the ground to rest stood up one after another.
As a strong general, Wang Fuchen was still very popular among his subordinates. This could be seen from the look in the eyes of the two thousand Green Camp soldiers who looked at him. These Green Camp soldiers still trusted him and were willing to follow him to death.
Wang Fuchen was also very clever. From time to time he would stop to straighten the cotton armor of the green camp soldier, or check the leather belt of the green camp soldier. The morale of the entire battalion officers and soldiers gradually rose to the top.