Today is also a good day with clear clouds and gentle breeze.
Fukang'an, who had put on three layers of armor at the insistence of his bodyguard, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Jia Jiashikai, because he was as bloated as a fat man and seemed to have difficulty walking. God knows how much cotton he wore on his body.
First.
But this was not the main reason that made Fukang'an stunned. The key was that Jia Jiashikai was wearing modified clothes of ordinary soldiers of the Green Camp.
He was wearing a yellow mantle, the feathers on his eyes were gone, and there was just a bucket hat on his head, with nothing else on top. It looked a bit funny.
Jia Liu didn't care what Fu Kang'an thought of his current appearance, because safety came first.
The thieves and guns don't recognize him, Jiajiatulu.
In the conscience of heaven and earth, this was the first time he mustered up the courage to charge in armor. If he really had the misfortune to go with those dead ghosts, even the Fuji brothers would not be able to restore the Qing Dynasty's losses if they were buried with him.
"Is Wu Neng Yibatulu so greedy for life and afraid of death?"
Fukangan had to sneer, but if he didn't sneer, he would feel very aggrieved.
Jia Liu didn't care, he knew that Fukang'an had the nature of a child, and he would definitely not behave like this when he grew up.
It's a pity that Mr. Fu has no chance to grow.
It doesn't matter whether you are Qianlong's illegitimate son or not, if you prevent Jia Liuye from serving the Qing Dynasty, you will die.
No discussion.
Anyway, it was Fukangan's group of soldiers who lost their heads unfortunately, and they had nothing to do with him coming over temporarily to help in the battle.
If he really wanted to lose his commander and kill all the troops, the tens of thousands of Qing troops on the northern front would not be enough for Qianlong to kill.
He straightened his back and said a wise saying to Fukang'an very solemnly: "Sir, you won't know until you try it whether women are good or not."
"What's the meaning?"
Fukang'an was startled, and then he understood what this bastard of the Han army raising the flag meant. He snorted slightly, and was stunned again when he was about to send the order to attack.
In sight, Jia Jiashikai's group of Banner soldiers were not holding shields, but several of them were holding a wooden board with two or three quilts hanging on it. Not only were the quilts soaked with water, but the outermost layer was also covered with water.
Filled with mud.
There were a few bamboo poles standing in the crowd behind, with unknown things hanging on them.
"What's this?"
"Reply to the adults and use the bullet shield."
Jia Liu felt that Fukang'an's outlook and vision must have been refreshed again. There was nothing he could do about it. Uncle Jia's head was too big for him.
If you are honest, you can say that Uncle Jia did everything he could to survive.
"A bullet-blocking plate? Is it comparable to a shield?"
"have no idea."
Jia Liu shook his head. He really didn't know that it was his first time to test this new defensive tool.
Theoretically, this thing can stop the Japs' 38-meter bullets, so it shouldn't be a problem against today's breech-loading powder guns.
Fukangan misunderstood that Jia Liu refused to tell him, and his pride made him choose to blow the trumpet instead of getting to the bottom of the matter.
"Woo!"
At the sound of the trumpet, the Qing troops participating in the attack quickly assembled towards the attack site.
The bandits on the hilltop had long been paying attention to the movements of the Qing troops down the slope. As soon as they saw the Qing troops gathering, they immediately began to prepare for war.
Fukang'an's guess was actually correct. After being attacked several times by him, the bandits' gunpowder was really consumed a lot. They could only hold out for two days at most before the gunpowder from the rear was delivered.
Therefore, as long as Fukang'an continues to launch the offensive, is willing to fill the hole with the Qing troops he brought, and then brings in reinforcements from the rear, the Fan thieves who have lost their gunpowder will take the initiative to retreat.
Fan Jun understands this concept more deeply than Jia Liu does.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to fight Qianlong for thirty years with just this few manpower.
Jia Liu, who was dressed as an ordinary soldier, also looked up. There was one thing that puzzled him, and that was where did the Jinchuan Fan Army get the gunpowder and the self-sufficiency of firearms to enable them to persist in this palm-sized place for hundreds of years.
This matter needs to be investigated in detail later. If there is too much oil and water, we must intervene.
There is actually no conflict between selling weapons to the traitors and pacifying the bandits.
The majestic Eight Banners Wolf Clan cannot bully defenseless people.
The warrior spirit must be reflected to a certain extent.
That is to say, I am not a big official, and I have no weight in the Qing army camp. If I can really cover the sky with one hand, I can just sell the cannon to these bandits.
How much gunpowder does it take to blast a cannon?
If you want the cannon to go off, you have to buy medicine.
The cannon will cost you one hundred taels, and the gunpowder will cost you one thousand taels. Don’t think it’s too expensive. Except for Mr. Jia, you can’t even buy it.
So fucking fun.
While he was thinking about buying and selling, Jia Liu was startled by the sound of volleys of gunfire. Then he saw that the Jiangxi battalion soldiers organized by Guo Xiu had arrived at Banpo.
The battle begins.
"Follow me!"
The three words shouted by the young and energetic Fukangan made Jia Liu hold back the words.
What he wanted to shout was "Fuck me!"
Stop shouting, wave your hand, attack!
The first few dozen Sauron soldiers were pushing up along the road opened by the Green Battalion with special cannon boards. Fukang'an, who was in the same direction, was also struggling to climb up surrounded by a group of armored soldiers and Jilin tiger-clad rattan soldiers.
Jia Liujia wore too many clothes. In addition to three layers of armor, he also wrapped a damp sheet around his body. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, at least he felt much safer psychologically.
He followed behind the gun block, holding the iron pot with one hand and dragging Zhang Dabiao with the other. Behind him, Yang Yuchun was still pushing him up, otherwise Master Jia would have been too strenuous.
I looked over at Fukang Anna, and I saw that this guy was physically as good as him. He didn't need anyone to pull him or push him from behind. He was holding a knife and shouting from time to time.
Not to mention, Mr. Fu personally leading the charge really boosted the morale of the Qing army.
Of course, Master Jia is not weak either.
Above, the soldiers of the Jiangxi camp were once again suppressed by the enemy's musketry, and they had to squat or lie down to avoid the guns.
The slope was filled with smoke, making it difficult to see clearly.
There was also a constant "puff" sound coming from the gun shield in front of Jia Liu. I don't know if this thing is really useful, or because the distance is so far that the occasional guns can't penetrate. Only a few battalions were shot.
When the soldiers rolled down from above, the formation of Jia Liu's team was thrown into chaos.
As the Qing army's black mass advanced closer and closer, the bandits guarding the bunker began to lose their lives. In addition to shooting with muskets, they also threw some rocks at the Qing army below, making the attacking Qing army's shape more and more difficult.
chaos.
The Jiangxi camp at the top suffered the greatest losses and was in the most chaos, and soon became unable to move higher.
"kill!"
Fukang'an pushed away the guard in front and roared at all the soldiers: "Everyone will be rewarded for defeating the thief today!"
Then he mustered up his courage and strode upwards.
Jia Liu, who had been staring at Fukang'an, couldn't help but nodded slightly when he saw this. This kid is still a bit bloody. You can't belittle others just because he doesn't recognize his relatives.
If Fukang'an is on board, can Baturu, Jia Liu, be on board?
Under his command, the flag-han colleagues continued to advance upward against the cannon board.
After arriving within the range of the bow and arrow, Jia Liu gave an order, and more than a dozen musket-blocking boards were immediately erected on the ground. Dozens of Sauron archers behind him stretched their bows and strings, and fired towards the shooting hole of the stone blockhouse.
The shooting skills of these Sauron archers surprised Jia Liu. Half of the dozens of arrows were able to shoot into the shooting holes in the bunker, which silenced the thieves' gunfire.
Fukang'an quickly captured the fighter plane and organized the Jilin Solon Battalion to advance upwards. After sacrificing dozens of lives, they advanced to a distance of less than 30 feet from the stone blockade.
Jia Liu's side was also advancing upwards, and his troops also suffered casualties. More than a dozen of his Banner colleagues were hit by the enemy's guns, and the iron pot on his head also rang twice.
One lead failed to penetrate the iron pot, but the other lead made a hole in the iron pot, passed through the top of Jia Liu's right arm, and hit the face of a green camp soldier behind him, causing pain to the man.
The camp soldier screamed and fell to the ground holding his face.
Looking down from the stone blockhouse, we can see densely packed Qing troops hiding behind blunderbuss boards and shields, squirming upwards while braving their guns.