The fleet of the Red Shirt Army marched hard in the rapids of the Yellow River. This section of the Yellow River belongs to the last section of the middle stream. In the Shanxi-Henan Yellow River Gorge formed by Zhongtiao Mountain and Wangwu Mountain, the walls on both sides are cut, and the river in the middle is surging. Each of the three canyons has its own characteristics.
Style: Gushan Gorge is an uncanny workmanship with thousands of cut-outs and walls; Longfeng Gorge is winding and winding; Dayu Gorge is open and stretched, with various scenes. However, the huge river drop makes it difficult for ships going upstream.
If it is an ordinary ship, it will stop when encountering such water conditions and can only rely on trackers to pull it forward inch by inch. However, the Red Shirt Army's fleet is all steamships, and shovels of high-quality Kailuan anthracite are thrown into the furnace.
Inside, the steam was fully burned, driving the huge waterwheels on both sides of the ship to rotate forward firmly. Nature finally gave in to the power of the machine, and the ship with the red war flag cut through the waves in the yellow river water.
Looking at the waves surging on the bow and the cliffs on both sides, Liu Ziguang was full of emotion and shouted: "Bring me pen, ink and paper." The soldiers immediately presented white paper and charcoal, and saw the marshal writing on the bow.
When they got up, the generals nodded secretly and said, "The commander's poetic nature has flourished. I wonder what kind of peerless poems will be published in a while. But after Liu Ziguang finished writing, what he showed to everyone was an unreliable charcoal."
Pen landscape sketch.
"The handsome man's painting skills... are really..." Everyone couldn't understand this. They just felt that the black mass was unknown and it was not easy to belittle it. They could only raise their thumbs in praise. Liu Ziguang shrugged his shoulders: "You guys
Illiterate, what I draw is not a landscape, but a blueprint, a schematic diagram of the Xiaolangdi Hydropower Station, do you understand?"
The generals only knew how to fight, not hydropower stations. Liu Ziguang ignored them and said to himself: "The mountains in the Yellow River Gorge are high and the water is tight. If we can build a dam to store the water into a lake, we can wait until the water level is high."
Opening the gates and releasing water, allowing this huge amount of water to drive the rotor of the generator to generate electricity, wouldn't it save a lot of coal, and the electricity can be used for lighting, driving factory machinery, and producing electrolytic aluminum, which is definitely a great thing that benefits the country and the people."
The generals still couldn't understand. The things in the Marquis's head were too profound for Qiu Ba like them to understand. However, the senior students of the Jiangwu Hall frowned and thought about the profound meaning of the Marquis's words.
Although the students don't know much about electric power science, they can at least understand the general meaning. The Marquis is always in charge of all matters and never forgets the national economy and people's livelihood. The Ming Dynasty has such capable ministers. Loyal ministers are really a blessing that has been cultivated for thousands of years.
No one appreciated the sketch of the project. Liu Ziguang was a little bored. He handed the drawing to the soldiers and put it away and said: "This time our army is divided into two groups, attacking Shanxi along the way and entering Guanzhong all the way. I will be responsible for this stall in Guanzhong."
Now, which general is willing to lead the troops in Shanxi?"
The generals glanced at each other, but no one came out to answer for the time being. Shanxi was already a grasshopper after autumn and could not jump around for a few more days. The situation across the country was now very good. The small Manchu court huddled behind the Taihang Mountains was in danger, and the bannermen could no longer survive.
Dare to be arrogant, because now their power is not what it used to be. The one who controls the lifeline of Shanxi is Hong Chengchou's Green Camp Han Army. Rebellions are also happening one after another in the province. Officials in all prefectures and counties are holding up their backs and waiting for the Ming Dynasty's army to come over and surrender.
, it is said that many counties have changed into Hanfu and cut their pigtails from top to bottom. What the Manchu and Qing court could only control were Taiyuan, Datong and several major cities and the passes on the Taihang Mountains. At this time, leading troops into Shanxi was to take credit.
Going there is basically no difficulty at all.
Seeing that the generals were silent, Liu Ziguang knew that this was because they disliked the enemy in Shanxi for being too weak and were unwilling to take advantage of them and be ridiculed. Since the generals were unwilling to come forward, he ordered the generals.
Liu Ziguang's eyes swept over the heads of the generals, and finally landed on a stocky, unknown man behind them.
"Zhao Zhangcheng, you lead three battalions of men and horses, one battalion of horse infantry and artillery, and go straight to Taiyuan. Don't push them too hastily. Kangxi must have realized that Shanxi is not his permanent residence. You only need to attack a few cities in a row to force them.
Going north to Datong is considered a great achievement, and the rest can be left to others."
Zhao Zhangcheng is the veteran of the Red Shirt Army. When Li Guo launched his army, he was a two-star platoon leader. After the Battle of Beijing, he was promoted two levels in a row, from Qianhu to Deputy Chief Soldier, and became the commander of thousands of troops.
The general.
The basic combat unit of the Red Shirt Army is the battalion. The horse infantry artillery battalions with various combat functions are equipped with different personnel and equipment, but most of them have about 3,000 people. Below the battalion are the general - sentry - team - general
In the formation of flag-small flag, three battalions form a temporary strategic unit-brigade. In addition to the combat troops, there are thousands of civilians following them. However, there are more than 10,000 troops at hand. At any rate, they can command thousands of troops.
's general.
Zhao Zhangcheng was still a small leader four years ago, but now he has become a general in charge of thousands of people. How can he not let his heart surge? Nuonuo said: "Commander, the last general..."
Liu Ziguang said: "Go ahead, don't lose my face, take Shanxi and quickly send troops to support Guanzhong. From now on, our military pay will depend on Shanxi."
Zhao Zhangcheng cupped his hands and said: "General, take your orders!" The tone of his voice changed slightly, which showed how excited he was.
The fleet passed through the natural barrier of Tongguan at midnight. On one side is Xiongguan, on the other is the majestic Zhongtiao Mountain, and in the middle is the turbulent Yellow River. It is impossible to cross the natural barrier formed by nature for thousands of years with human and animal power alone. Tongguan
The lights at the top of the city were still on, but no one noticed that there were people in the Yellow River going westward against the current.
After the Yellow River passed through Tongguan, it turned a 90-degree bend and headed north. However, there is also a waterway to the west, which is the Wei River that runs through Shaanxi. The Red Shirt Army divided into two groups here. Zhao Zhangcheng led his mixed brigade to board the river.
They headed north from the shore and set off by land. The freed ships returned to the Luoyang Military Station to continue loading troops and logistics supplies to move westward. The main force of 20,000 people led by Liu Ziguang continued to advance along the Wei River, aiming directly at Chang'an.
In the transport ship of the forward camp, Zhou Peigong and Wang Fuchen were sitting at a small table talking. They were the most capable characters in the Jing Dynasty. The essence of the entire Jing Dynasty was these three thousand men. Originally, they thought they would
When we return to attack Shanxi, we will definitely send the vanguard battalion, because after all, Wang Fuchen served as the admiral of Shanxi in the Puppet Qing Dynasty, and the terrain personnel are familiar with it. However, Marshal Liu just sent an unknown deputy commander there, but could it be that he does not trust the vanguard battalion?
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"Don't think so much. Who told us earlier that we didn't want to face Teacher Hong on the battlefield? Marshal Liu is sympathetic to our old feelings and doesn't want us to be embarrassed." Zhou Pei said fair.
"I hope so. I see that the map Deputy General Zhao brought is very detailed. It is a hundred times more detailed than the map I had people survey and map in Shanxi. Where there are villages and water sources, the Guan Pass Mountains are clearly marked.
It rains and snows in any month. With this kind of information in hand, even if our forward camp is not allowed, anyone sent there can win. Alas, I really don’t know. I was shocked when I compared it. I thought we were like this
Three thousand brothers are considered an elite force. In fact, compared with the veterans of the Red Shirt Army, we are nothing. At most, we are just substitutes." Wang Fuchen sighed, probably resentful of not being reused.
"The minister is overly worried. The commander-in-chief is taking us west this time just to put us to great use. Shanxi is already in his pocket. It doesn't matter who he sends. Guanzhong is the top priority. We and the Western Army
We all strive for this. As long as we fight bravely and advance to Chang'an, we will have the face of the commander-in-chief, and we can be tough when speaking in the court, and we will also become popular. The future is in our own hands, minister!"
After listening to Zhou Peigong's persuasion, Wang Fuchen punched the table hard: "Fuck, none of our forward battalion are cowards. When we meet the enemy, we will also let the commander know that everyone in our forward battalion can fight and kill."
A good man!"
The Wei River is much narrower than the Yellow River, and there are no longer cliffs on both sides of the river. Instead, there are endless fields in the Guanzhong Plain. It is spring, but there are no crops on both sides of the river. The fields are barren. Occasionally, you can see wild dogs in the fields.
He ran, but there was no one around, and the villages in the distance looked deserted. There was not even smoke from the cooking pots at noon.
Just over a hundred miles to the west, there is Weinan Prefecture, which is known as the strategic thoroughfare of the Three Qin Dynasties and the thoroughfare of eight provinces. This city is the eastern barrier of Chang'an. If the Xixia Army is determined to defend, it will definitely station an army here, so
The Red Shirts stopped their ships and landed ashore, set up camp as a team, and entered a state of land warfare.
The engineers landed first, then quickly built a pier, unloaded the troops and horse baggage from the canal boats, and stationed the army on the spot. A scout was sent out to investigate the military situation in Weinan. The army would attack Weinan Mansion after a day's rest.
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But in the middle of the night, the generals beat the drums to gather the generals. When they first arrived in Guanzhong, the generals did not dare to slack off. They did not take off their clothes and armor even when sleeping. As soon as the drums were played, they all rushed to the commander's account. I saw Liu Ziguang sitting behind the commander's desk.
An oil lamp illuminated his face, which was cloudy and uncertain. His mouth was tense and his eyes were angry, as if he was forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.
Seeing the generals arriving, Liu Ziguang said: "Weinan doesn't need to be attacked. It is already an empty city. The Xixia people slaughtered all the people in the city, demolished the city walls, and burned down all the houses. Weinan has become a ghost town."
The generals looked at each other. They did not expect that the Xixia people were so cruel, even more cruel than when the Manchus entered the country. But why did they destroy such a prosperous city? Was it for revenge? Or was it simply destruction for the sake of destruction?
"The army will set out now. The whole army will march into Weinan. Let the brothers see how the Xixia people deal with our compatriots." Liu Ziguang said bitterly.