It was the first day of March in the forty-ninth year of Qian's deafness in the Qing Dynasty.

Just after the February day when the grass grows and the orioles fly, the land that was originally frozen has gradually become civilized, and the official road from Tai'an Prefecture to Ningyang has long been muddy.

If Qian Deaf Old Dog is about to patrol Mount Tai, then this section of the road will definitely become straight and smooth. The problem is that Qian Deaf Old Dog will not leave Jinan for a while, and the prefect of Tai'an Prefecture has been stabbed by A Gui, the imperial envoy.

It was cut down, so naturally no one repaired this road.

The result of muddy and difficult roads is that once a horse-drawn carriage, donkey cart, mule cart or the like pulling artillery gets stuck in the mud, it often takes a long time to pull it out.

Anyway, the conditions for this broken road are here, and we can’t get up any faster even if we want to.

Therefore, the prince-in-law Nawangdorji and Zuodu Yushi Asiha, who were responsible for leading the 2,000 firearms battalion to Jining, were very upset.

Although our military discipline in the Qing Dynasty has never been very good, the four words "military orders are like mountains" still exist. Once the deadline is missed, someone may lose their head because of it.

"Bang!"

Following a loud noise, the shouts and screams of the firearms battalion soldiers came to Wangdorji's ears. His face, which was already very ugly, was now even more ugly.

Asha couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth and said, "If we continue like this, we will definitely face the responsibility of missing the deadline."

After waiting for a long time, Wang Duoerji didn't even wait for the second half of Asiha's sentence, and he roughly understood what Asiha meant.

Asiha was the censor of Zuodu, and he wanted to be proud, so he couldn't say anything about mobilizing the nearby people. He had to bring this matter up first.

Then Wang Duoerji said with a shoehorned face: "Missed the deadline? This broken road is here. If anyone can lead people to Jining as scheduled, let him do it himself."

Asha said: "But the Imperial Envoy..."

Nawang Dorji interrupted Asiha's words and sneered: "Even if Agui is here, I am also saying the same thing. Do you, the censor of Zuodu, have any good ideas?"

Ashad was choked and speechless.

Of course, Nawang Dorji can call the imperial envoy Agui by his name. After all, Nawang Dorji is a subordinate from Shangsanqi. He is also the official of the Firearms Battalion and the son-in-law of Long Live Lord. As a leftist, he

The deputy capital censor is just an ordinary servant under the Five Banners. How can he compare with the masters of the Three Banners?

Even if there is a question of missing the deadline in the end, the person who loses his head will only be himself, the censor of Zuodu, who was born in the Lower Three Banners, and not Nawang Dorji, who was born in the Upper Three Banners.

Asiha's face turned green and red for a while, very much like the face changes in Sichuan.

After being silent for a while, Asiha finally couldn't help but persuaded: "Master Fu, if we can't kill Chen Tailai quickly and the water transportation is interrupted, I'm afraid the capital will inevitably be shaken, and we won't be able to explain it to Master Long Live by then.

no?"

Nawangdorji snorted, squinted at Asha and said, "Then what?"

Asiha bit it and said: "In my opinion, it is better to recruit nearby people and let them help us push the cart and lift it. We must arrive in Ziyang before the eighth day of March."

Nawang Dorji finally laughed out loud and said: "You have such a good idea? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Forget it, I will follow your advice and recruit the people from the nearby Zhuangzi and let them fight for it.

The bandits will do their part to suppress the rebellion."

Having said this, Nawangdorji waved his hand behind him and shouted: "Here comes someone! Divide into two teams and come out. One team goes to the nearby Zhuangzi to recruit young people and asks them to come and help lift the cart, and the other team

A team went to Zhuangzi in front to recruit young people and let them prepare early..."

Before the words were spoken, a loud bang was suddenly heard in the distance. Wang Duoerji's figure was shaken, and then he fell from his horse to the ground. Blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth and under his body.

He soon became wet.

Asha was stunned, looked down at Nawang Dorji who was lying on the ground, and then glanced in the direction of the sound. Suddenly he came back to his senses, quickly rolled off his saddle and dismounted, and then howled loudly: "Enemy

Attack! Enemy attack! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The firearms battalion soldiers originally following Nawang Dorji and Asha no longer paid attention to the artillery on the vehicle.

A well-prepared artillery is a powerful weapon. An unprepared artillery is no better than a broken gong. At least a broken gong can still make a sound.

The musketeers of the firearms camp were busy setting up their matchlocks, and the shield soldiers were busy erecting their shields. Asha and Nawandorji's soldiers dragged their horses down and hid behind the shield soldiers together with the gunners.

Asha, the censor of Zuodu, naturally hid among the soldiers.

As for Nawang Dorji, who was lying on the ground, he was breathing out too much and taking in too little air. He was about to die and could no longer die. There was no value in even rescuing him, so naturally no one cared about him anymore.

However, after the firearms camp on Asiha's side was ready, something strangely calmed down in the distance, without even the slightest movement.

Asha's balls hurt now.

Born in Shangsanqi, a chief officer of the Firearms Camp, and the son-in-law of Qian Deafangou. No matter which one of these three identities is taken on his own, he is a well-known big shot. Now, Nawang Dorji, who has all three identities at the same time, is in disgrace.

Just by looking at the pool of blood under his body, you can tell that Wang Duoer's treatment was very thorough.

For Asha, it is no longer a question of whether to miss the deadline, but how to explain it to Qian Deaf Laogou. Although the crime of missing the limit is a capital crime, should Qian Deaf Laogou's daughter be left a widow?

Isn’t it a capital crime?

After struggling for a long time, seeing that there was still no movement on the other side, Asiha simply ordered the leader of Nawangdorji's soldiers: "Send someone to investigate and find out what is going on."

Seeing that the leader of Wangdorji's soldiers did not want to move, Asiha threatened again: "Master Er Fu was attacked and killed under your protection. If you can't find out..."

The leader of Wangdorji's soldiers snorted coldly, then grabbed a soldier next to him and ordered: "Go and see what's going on on the other side. If you come back alive, I will give you a merit. If

If you die, I will raise your wife and children for you."

Under successive pressures from both Asha and the leader of the soldiers, the soldiers who were pushed out could only respond helplessly. First, they let their horses get up, then they got on their horses and tried to rush to the front to find out what was going on.

However, before the soldier could run far away, a loud bang was heard from another direction in the distance, and the soldier fell off his horse just like Nawangdorzi.

The war horse without its rider ran away for a short distance, neighed twice, and paved the ground uneasily with its hooves.

Asha, who was hiding among the soldiers, felt her heart sink to the bottom.

The most feared thing in war is the enemy that suddenly appears but is invisible wherever you look.

We don't know where the enemy will launch the attack, nor how the enemy launches the attack. We only know that there are casualties here. Such casualties have a far greater impact on morale than casualties in frontal combat.

After forcing himself to calm down, Asiha simply ordered: "Come here! Shield soldiers cover, others unload the artillery, and the artillerymen prepare!"

In Asiha's thinking, since he couldn't see who he was facing, he would use artillery to blast every place he could reach on the opposite side.

However, Zhu Xiaosong, who fired two shots from two different places on the opposite side and had roughly figured out the actual combat performance of the front-loaded rifled flintlock gun, did not intend to waste any more time with Asiha.

After raising his gun again and aiming at the Tatar soldiers on the opposite side, Zhu Xiaosong once again pulled the trigger.

The third gunshot was the attack signal that Zhu Xiaosong had ordered in advance.

On both sides of the road where Asha and others were, grenades with smoking butts were thrown from pits covered with withered grass in the direction of the firearms camp.

It is still a familiar formula and a familiar taste. In addition to the improved explosion power, the grenades made by Meng Lianggu are still extremely stable and maintain the characteristics of inconsistent explosion time. Some explode early in the air, while others do not.

It didn't explode until it hit the ground.

The grenade fragments flying everywhere immediately stunned the soldiers of the firearms battalion.

The soldiers in the firearms camp have never seen this thing before - although it can be judged from the smoke after the explosion that this large-scale murderer is a firearm, the soldiers in the firearms camp have never seen such a big thing that explodes into pieces.

Killer weapon.

After all, we are the Qing Dynasty. Even though the kneeling clansmen of later generations have glorified it in movies and TV dramas, we, the Qing Dynasty, have always adhered to the concept of governing the country based on riding and shooting. Even the artillery equipment of the firearms battalion, which is full of slaves, is the same.

The solid bullets fired are not the explosive bullets that explode in one piece in movies and TV shows.

The Jiannu soldiers who were completely stunned by the explosion wanted to escape, but grenades on both sides of the road swarmed in like raindrops. Whether they exploded in the air or after landing, they always caused certain casualties to the Jiannu soldiers.

The slave-building soldiers in the Firearms Battalion were completely desperate. In the end, they gave up all thoughts of escaping and knelt on the ground one by one, letting the grenades on both sides of the road blast them violently.

On the contrary, the frightened horses and mules struggled wildly. If they were lucky, they would break away from the reins and run wildly. If they were unlucky, they would be directly injured by grenade fragments.

It wasn't until a long time later that the grenades one after another finally stopped, and the road to nowhere returned to peace again.

The entire firearms camp of 2,000 people suffered heavy casualties. Even counting the injured, only a thousand or so people could breathe. There were hundreds more who were directly killed by the explosion or bled to death, plus hundreds of people who were frightened to death.

But Zhu Xiaosong felt very distressed.

Zhu Xiaosong not only felt sorry for the war horses, but also for the slaves.

There is a saying that Meng Lianggu has developed to this stage, and now it has basically satisfied the four words of self-sufficiency, but it lacks war horses and living, stronger slaves.

Without war horses, Zhu Xiaosong would not be able to engage in cavalry.

Without living, strong slaves, there would be no labor force for dangerous tasks like digging wells and mining.

Now we finally have the opportunity to get a batch of war horses and a bunch of live slaves, but because we didn't plan on the war horses at the beginning, a large number of war horses escaped. Who can not feel sad about this!

After everything was settled, and after checking the artillery in the firearms camp, Zhu Xiaosong picked up a few firearms equipped by the slaves for inspection, only to find that these firearms were all matchlock guns with no rifling in the front!

Zhu Xiaosong was immediately stunned. He couldn't help but pointed at Asiha and other Jiannu and started to curse: "We worked so hard to ambush you, and this is how you repay us?"

"Look at all of you, how fucking solid are you? How dare you call yourself a firearms camp? The firearms from the Ming Dynasty are fucking better than yours!"

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Zhu Xiaosong couldn't help but feel a little despair when he saw the Tatars' equipment.

That's it? This is the Tatar regular army equipment?

When we fought in Burma, we had already seen the power of flintlock guns, and suffered the consequences of matchlocks. Why don’t these Tatars make progress?

What makes Zhu Xiaosong’s balls hurt even more is that the old dog Qian Deaf is acting like a bird, and there are also a large number of women who wear clothes and are eager to send P to his door! There are also some kneeling people who film some TV shows like Liu Luoguo, Ji Xiaolan, etc.

Ju Lai beautifies and praises the money-deaf old dog!

It’s his mother’s fault!

After cursing for a long time, Zhu Xiaosong was holding back a breath of evil in his heart. After thinking about it for a while, he simply told Ke Zhiming: "Find a Jiannu and let him go to Zhang Jia."
Chapter completed!