Chapter 47: Six Tribulations of Floating Life (6)

No matter what happens in the world, the sun still rises. When golden light scatters on the ancient city of Jinling, this great city has experienced a baptism of blood and fire.

The fire in the city has been extinguished, and the sensation and crying have subsided. Only the Yan army in black-clad black armored shuttled through the streets and alleys. The occasional screams of one or two were already like dust falling into the lake, and could not swell any slight ripples.

After a night of disturbance in Yingtian City, yellow paper was pasted on the doors of every household. It is said that in this way, the Yan army would not harass the house.

Some bold people secretly opened the door, leaving a crack, and stared at the Yan army walking outside the door. These legendary brutal border troops were the ones who defeated the millions of troops in the court.

Fortunately, those Yan Jun, who were dark-faced, had stubborn beards, big and round waists, were still human at least, without three heads and six arms.

The Taiping Gate in the north of the inner city, from outside the city to the city, there are two rows of Yan soldiers arranged across the road, each with their heads raised and their chests raised, and their weapons are majestic. The smoke and dust rolling on the official road in the distance are rolling, and flags are waving.

Slowly, a big flag appeared in people's sight, and the flying flag was embroidered with a big "Yan" on the yellow bottom and black sides.

King Yan Zhu Di took the lead and galloped at the forefront of the team.

He was greeted by the soldiers who were guarding the road, and welcoming cheers: "Long live the King of Yan, long live!" Although he had always claimed to the outside world that it was just a sacrificial crisis and a clear lord, at this moment when he reached the peak of his life, his complacent heart had already made him accept these cheers easily.

When he arrived at the city gate, Zhu Di slammed the reins of the horse, and Xiongjun raised his four hooves under his crotch and stopped abruptly. Zhu Di looked up and saw a white marble on the city gate, engraved with three black official script - Taiping Gate.

Zhu Di looked up at the three big black characters and remained motionless for a long time.

Two lines of tears remained silently: "Father, the child is finally back!" He muttered something and suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "Jingnan was successful!" The Yan army around him shouted frantically: "Long live, long live!"

The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the river slowly goes eastward, and boats come and go on the river. The Yan army's subsequent troops travel through the river in a large sampan. The good news from the front boosted the morale of the Yan army, and drums and roars on both sides of the straits. Long live.

Suddenly, a few sail leaves appeared from afar, and slowly sailed from the downstream water and sky. Some Yan soldiers saw them from a distance with sharp eyes, and looked at them with their hands on their eyes. All the soldiers and generals on both sides of the Yangtze River were asking a question: Where did this ship come from?

The blue flag, with a rising sun rising above it, floating above the white sails, like seagulls flapping their wings. The shadows of the sails are arranged in a row in order and extending downstream, one and two.

Three...twelve, thirteen...one Yan army could not see the end with all their eyesight.

As time goes by, these white sails rise upstream along the southeast wind, becoming larger and larger in view until they become a giant on the river. One thousand households clearly see it.

When the first large ship approached the Yan army's water camp, the two-story cabin doors on the side opened one after another, and the black muzzles in the small windows stretched out of the window. The intuition told him that this was the enemy.

Those black muzzles were very similar to those of the ground cannons encountered when fighting with the Liaodong Army.

Qianhu suddenly subconsciously shouted: "Liaodong Navy! Liaodong Navy! Prepare for war, prepare for war!"

Soon, a low trumpet sounded from the Yan army camp on both sides of the Yangtze River. This was the trumpet of the battle. The Yan army, who were just out of the camp, did not know who to fight.

When the first giant ship was the flagship of the Liaodong Navy, the deputy admiral Salini, standing on the stern building, the rushing river breeze blows his battle robe.

Salini raised the thousand-mile mirror and looked at the Yan army in chaos on the north bank. He slowly put down and issued a clear command: "Right rudder three points, three hundred steps away from the north bank, and three points on the left rudder three points."

The bow of the Taishan boat turned right skillfully and headed towards the north shore at an angle. When there were still 300 steps away from the shore, the bow glanced to the left. It was pulled into a route parallel to the north shore. The thirteen battleships following behind.

Fifteen cruisers followed the flagship route to make final corrections.

Seeing the Taishan entered the range, Salini turned around and asked with his eyes. The Liao King Zhu Zhi sat on the platform at the stern. He held a thousand-mile mirror in his hand to observe the movements on the shore, and surrounded by Liaodong generals such as Yuyi.

Seeing Salini's actions, Zhu Zhi smiled slightly: "Lao Sa, you are the head coach, what do you think of me?"

Salini said the order and turned his head to the bottom and ordered: "Target the North Shore Military Camp, prepare for flowering bullets." His order was quickly passed to the artillery officer under the deck, and also passed to each of the battleships in the long battleship behind him through the flags.

When the gun barrel raised the signal flag of the prepared number to the bow of the ship, Salini ordered "Free Shooting."

"Bang, bang, bang..." A total of twenty-four smoothbore cannons were fired in the two-story cabins on the starboard side of the Taishan Sea. The deafening sound sent the gift of death to the shore. More than 20 warships behind him opened fire in turn, and each volley shot would blow more than 300 shells on the beach on the north bank.

This is the most powerful firepower in this era, or the history of mankind. The orange-red flames and the black smoke produced by the explosion cover the beaches, woods, fields, open spaces, and within a mile offshore, all covered by the firepower of the naval guns. The scorching modern artillery fire plays the most powerful symphony of death in this era.

This is the Yan army's rear team, most of which are newly recruited recruits who have not participated in the battle. They have never seen the power of artillery at all. When their commanders ordered them to go out of the camp, they instinctively lined up on the shore to fight.

So millions of people were engulfed by black gunpowder, iron nails, and broken iron. This was a modern massacre.

The bombardment began for a moment before the Yan warships on the shore realized that some landmen drove the relatively pitiful large sampans and temporary fishing boats, and rushed towards the Liaodong Navy's battleship.

This was a suicide charge. On the side of the ship, the Marines stationed in the ship had four small bronze cannons pointing to the side of the ship.

When the brave Yan troops rushed to a range of 100 steps, the firepower of the warships fired at the same time, and the small cannons were similar to guns. Each spray swept hundreds of iron eggs and leads towards the poor boats.

In Zhu Zhi's eyes, this was Tang Jikede's challenge to the windmill. Before the dozen small boats approached the battleship, there were no living creatures on it.

Thousands of artillery shells washed away the three-mile-long Yan Army ferry on the north bank like plowing land. A large amount of food and supplies stored on the north bank waiting to cross the river were completely lost.

The remaining former Southern Army officers and soldiers who temporarily joined the Yan army had long since spread out their ducks and made birds and beasts scattered.

Salini's pale blue eyes looked coldly at the flesh-and-blooded corridor on the north shore, and quietly ordered: "Change, turn around the starboard side and go up to the south shore three hundred steps, and prepare for flowering bullets."

After the Yangtze River passed the Great Victory Pass, the river surface suddenly became clear. The 800-ton battleship of the Liaodong Navy easily turned its head on the surface and slowly moved towards the south bank. The Yan army on the south bank watched these bloodthirsty monsters coming towards it, and had long been scared to death. The soldiers guarding the ferry on the south bank scattered.

Seeing that the Yan Army Ferry had been swept away, Zhu Zhi stood up, loosened his muscles and bones, and then pulled out the cotton stuffed in his ears. Yu Yi reported later: "Your Highness, has the army landed?"

Zhu Zhi nodded: "Everything goes as planned." The flag uttered from the Taishan, one by one, passed backwards, and the fleet continued to move upstream and advance towards Longtan.

The "Prisoner Operation" of the Liaodong Army's surprise attack on Yingtian reached its climax.

The core of this operation was that when the Yan army headed south and broke through the Huai River, the three troops of the Liaodong Army's Jinzhou Guard, Ningyuan Guard and Tieling Guard were loading ships in the Bohai Bay and heading south along the coastline under the escort of the Liaodong Navy.

After arriving at the outskirts of the Yangtze River, the fleet stopped in the outskirts to wait. The news of the Yan army breaking through the Yangtze River was transmitted by Ying Tian through the carrier pigeon to Chen Erchun, the invasive spy who had ambushed in Lu Sichang early in the morning, and then passed it to the Liaodong fleet on the outskirts.

Then the fleet went upstream and blocked the ferry crossing of the Yan army to the south, blocking all the support and food supply of Zhu Di who had already crossed the river.

Three army troops landed on the south bank of the Yangtze River and surrounded Yingtian with the support of the navy, allowing Zhu Di, who invaded Yingtian, who thought the cause was completed, to become a "prisoner" trapped in an isolated city.

In order to implement this plan, since the Zunhua War, Ningyuanwei and Tielingwei have been transferred to Jinzhou to train for ship loading and landing day and night.

In the past six years, Jinzhou Wei has become an expert in this field. With their help, Ningyuan Wei and Tieling Wei can finally be competent for large-scale landing operations.

In order to load 25,000 fully armed soldiers, Zhu Zhi ordered the Li Dynasty. The entire North Korea, including Wang Luchao's men, all ships were transferred to Jinzhou to concentrate. The Liaodong Navy mobilized a total of 385 large and small ships to participate in the operation, including nearly 100 lucky ships kidnapped from Shandong.

The most difficult thing about this plan is message delivery. In the era without radio, if the message transmission is ensured smoothly and quickly, it is the guarantee of the "Prisoner Operation". Therefore, Chen Erchun came to Lusichang half a year early to prepare and stockpile pigeons. In addition, every important city that the Yan army may have gone south, there are also ambushing the endless pigeon delivery points.

The entire battlefield was connected through these small carrier pigeons until Zhu Di fell into the trap step by step.

Zhu Zhi's actions also depend on his modern thinking. He knew that Zhu Di would definitely take the risk of going south and decide the world by fighting. He was sure that everyone in the world was. Except for him, no one could have thought that through large-scale maritime transportation, the Liaodong Army could completely escape from the land battlefield, no longer entangled with the enemy one by one, and directly sent it to a place thousands of miles away to fight.

Now that the Liaodong Navy blocks the surface of the Yangtze River, it is equivalent to pulling the last zipper up, and Jinling has become a dead city with wings that are hard to fly.

The cannons of the battleship blocked the walls of Longtan City, and the Jinzhou Guards unloaded the ship under the cover of artillery fire in an orderly manner. Zhu Zhizhi leaned proudly on the sidewalk, watching a magnificent war scene in front of him.
Chapter completed!