"There are too many northern enemies, damn it."

Zhang Xianzhong fired multiple rounds of muskets in succession, loading the long and short guns several times respectively, and he felt that his body was full of sulfur.

But looking around, there were still vague figures of Northern Lu cavalry on the front, side, and even behind him. Fortunately, the herdsmen and armored soldiers were running around, panic and disorganized.

"It's useless to have more." Li Chunsheng drank water, and the water flowed across the front of his neck along his short beard. He laughed and said, "It's not a queue, there's no structure. The so-called battle after a formation. Without an array, there's no use for more people!"

"You are a good military strategy for your team officer." Zhang Xianzhong said: "It seems that it is a foregone conclusion to go to the official school after the war."

"Don't worry." Li Chunsheng said to Zhang Xianzhong: "I can go to the official school, but who else can you be if the team official doesn't recommend you? However, this battle must be fought well before you can talk about what will happen in the future."

Zhang Xianzhong was overjoyed when he heard this, and clasped his fists and said, "Don't dare to serve the death!"

...

Zhang Xianzhong did not take the turn to work hard. While everyone was resting, a small team of cavalry rushed over with a white flag.

These Mongols who fought the white flag were scared to death. The Red-Board Army had a sharp attack and was not ruthless in killing people. When they were on the fierce attack, they didn't know how many people they killed. These ruthless people were more than a hundred times stronger than the Ming army they had seen in the past. They were close to these Red-Board Army, which made them feel instinctively scared.

"I am Zhang Xuwen, the attendant of the attendant department. I was ordered to envoy the north. Who is your chief officer? Please come and meet!"

Zhang Xuwen was surrounded by a group of Beiliu who were wearing white flags and galloped down the wind. He had a pungent smell of sheep in his nose, but he didn't mind, but his heart was filled with excitement.

After more than a year of mission, from the spring of the second year of Tianqi to the autumn of the third year of Tianqi, in nearly a year and a half, we can finally see the people of He Yusheng again and join Li Zhuang again. This made Zhang Xuwen feel extremely excited.

In addition, the red-robed soldiers in front of me are like a suffocating group!

These days, the Cossacks were arrogant and everyone was so upset that they were so arrogant that they brag and fought in Tomsk. When they came out, they looked arrogant and arrogant. It seemed that except for them, there was no army that could fight in the world. No man of any clan could compare with their Russian Cossacks. Only they were brave and good at fighting, and other nations did not have a decent army, and even the army of Yusheng was not worth mentioning.

When the Red Robe Army came just now, Zhang Xuwen saw with his own eyes that the Cossacks were extremely nervous. Not only Gregory, but also Schev and other officers were on guard. All the Cossacks either held guns or held scimitars in their hands. They all looked like they were facing a great enemy.

The army of hundreds of people in front of you is powerful!

When Zhang Xuwen was shouting, the Beilu who were holding the white flag was getting slower and slower, and they did not dare to push too close.

A Mongolian man just tried to communicate with these soldiers, but what he came over was a raindrop gun. When everyone was knocked off the horse, they had not even said what they wanted to say.

The red-robed soldiers in front of them are so vicious that they really make people feel scared.

Zhang Xuwen was also a little nervous, so he continued to shout a few more times, gradually approaching within a hundred steps.

He saw that the soldiers on the other side were on guard and the muskets were raised and could be fired at any time.

Several small cannons were also laid on the ground, and the medicine had been prepared.

As Zhang Xuwen approached, a murderous aura forced him to come, and the soldiers on the opposite side looked even cold and wolf-like in their eyes.

Zhang Xuwen did not move forward, and he also had strong combat experience and knew to stop at the right distance.

The opposite side was silent, and Zhang Xuwen did not speak any more. He stared at the military formation opposite. The general military flags, arrays, flags, and costumes were all right from Yusheng, but the temperament of this army was completely different from the merchant army he had seen before.

It seemed that after a long time, someone finally rode out from the military formation opposite.

A magnificent man was wearing a military uniform and did not wear armor. He rode a war horse like an arrow from the string and rushed towards Zhang Xuwen.

Zhang Xuwen did not move, but the Beilu behind him was frightened and retreated a little further.

Zhang Xuwen glanced at the rushing man. The other party had a round military cap on his head and a silver star appeared to be on his shoulder. It was not very real. Judging from the number of people in charge, it was indeed the general level of the general manager. According to the military rank system, it was a silver star on his shoulder.

The chest is a military logo, specific army number, and officer name, origin, and appearance. In this era, the power of soldiers and weapons is not that great, and they will not smash people into pieces and even burn clothes. This may happen, but the possibility is very small. Therefore, this breast logo can effectively distinguish an individual's identity, identify the identity with military ranks on the battlefield, which is convenient for command. If someone dies, they rely on a breastplate to identify it.

However, Zhang Xuwen didn't know that there was no general level in the department now, and the military rank in front of him was the newly released battalion-level command rank logo.

The other party was getting closer and closer, and you could almost see the face under the military cap. Zhang Xuwen felt familiar, but he didn't remember who it was.

"Brother Xu Wen, long time no see."

The other party finally greeted him first, and Zhang Xuwen breathed a light tone and rode his horse to meet him.

"It's Brother Shixiong." Zhang Xuwen recognized the other party and was both a servant. Although Zhang Xuwen left a few days after Zhang Shixiong entered the servant department, he worked together and was still very familiar with each other.

"I'm down." Zhang Shixiong said: "Sir, I've let me out and lead my troops. The first job is to go north to welcome Brother Xuwen home."

"Yes, I'm going home." Zhang Xuwen sighed, not knowing what to say for a moment.

A wonderful emotion surged into his heart, and Zhang Xuwen looked at the other person.

With a rock-like face, no real emotion can be seen in his eyes. The person in front of him is not a typical soldier. He is neither like the old soldier with obvious Ming border styles like Wang Changfu and Li Congye, nor is he like a new soldier who was purely raised with Yusheng, nor is he like a new soldier who was raised by Yusheng, nor is he like a tiger-like aura on Liang Xing, Li Laibin and others, nor is he as cold as Yang Qiu and Wang Yong. This person has the ability and decisiveness of a new soldier, but also a bit deep and unpredictable.

In short… Zhang Xuwen’s feeling is that the person in front of him is very dangerous.

Zhang Shixiong was also looking at the old acquaintance in front of him.

His face was unexpectedly dark. In the past, Zhang Xuwen was a little white-faced and had few beards. Now he has short beards on his lower lip, which seems to be very hard and has a feeling of upturning.

His face was dark, his forehead was slightly wrinkled, his eyes were deep and melancholy, and his waist was straight. Even when he met Zhang Shixiong, he still held a short gun in his left hand. Zhang Shixiong recognized that this was the cavalry gun that was more than a year ago and has now been abandoned.

The Firearms Bureau has been constantly producing new muskets. It will be finalized in about one and a half years to two years. The cavalry left the last year and a half, and they are holding old muskets. The new muskets have just been finalized, and the tubes are longer, and the distances of the punching are slightly longer. The quality of the trigger and faucet are better, the design is more reasonable, and the success rate of punching is higher.

It may be that the success rate is increased from 70% to 712. There is only one or two years to improve. The main reason is that the craftsmanship level and gunpowder and other supporting things in this era are like this. If you want better things, you have to take your time and be anxious.

Even in the Napoleon era two hundred years later, the smoothbore guns at that time may not be much stronger than they are now, that is, the materials and composition of the parts have improved. The real qualitative change began with the Civil War, with a large number of rifled guns and breech-mounted rifles appearing, and then machine guns appearing. Before and after World War I, the old firearms were completely eliminated.

However, when Zhang Han was a child, he used the old-fashioned front-mounted smoothbore gun to hunt. At that time, the Chinese people had very relaxed management of muskets. There were many old-fashioned bores among the people. It may not be in any era. It may be the muskets from the Napoleon period in Europe, or it may be the self-made by the people during the Republic of China, or even the firearms from the Qing Dynasty. It is not certain.

The two of them thought a lot. In fact, it didn't take long, and it might be just over a dozen breaths. Zhang Shixiong abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and said, "This is really a long time to part. This time we are here to welcome him on the order of the Lord. The Lord has orders. No matter how much casualties the hunting cavalry will be or how much price they pay, we must welcome the people in the mission back. Even if we are not in a good position, we must find out the movements and location of the mission, and then dispatch the army to rescue him."

Zhang Shixiong paused and continued: "Sir, the generals attach great importance to the upper and lower groups of the mission. Even if the war has just been experienced at this time, it is not appropriate to move troops soon into winter. But if we really can't welcome the mission, the Guihua City will use the army without hesitation."

Zhang Xuwen was a little surprised, but he still said calmly: "I have taken down Guihua City?"

"Yes..." Zhang Shixiong smiled and said, "If you want to tell me the details on the way back?"

"Okay." Zhang Xuwen said: "This is not a time to talk about it. In addition, there are talents in the mission that the adults value very much. They are shipbuilding and navigation experts who are powered by Russia. There are dozens of people. These people are treasures. If we are in danger along the way, even if we die, we will save the lives of those Russians. Please remember this."

Zhang Shixiong looked at Zhang Xuwen deeply and said, "Is this the official order of the mission?"

"Yes." Zhang Xuwen said seriously: "I will ask Lord Mo to write a formal order for you later."

"Since that's the case, I have to obey my destiny." Zhang Shixiong nodded and said, "Please go to our camp and let's discuss the details of Nangui."
Chapter completed!