Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 327
"Long live the real Nimasia!"

A stream of blood flowed down the forehead from his forehead, and Song Qingshu was knocked unconscious. He stood up while leaning on the cannon and shouting slogans. Sun Chuanting, who was watching the battle, hurried to support him. On his back, without support, Sun Chuanting also fell forward, knocking Song Qingshu down again.

It didn't happen that the mouth-to-mouth of the dog-blooded man, but it was enough to hit each other's foreheads. Confused, Sun Chuanting still asked anxiously: "Is the commander all right?"

Suspecting that he had been hit with a concussion, Song Qingshu groaned and stared at him.

"Military division, you go down first, maybe this commander will be better!"

Turning over and hiding behind the cannon, Song Qingshu heaved a sigh of relief, collected himself, and cursed sadly: "What's the point of throwing stones? Do children play house?"

"Marshal, why don't you push back first, the officer's trebuchet is too violent?"

With a swollen eye circle, the old man came back again, and Song Qingshu who heard it was so angry that he yelled at him.

"No retreat!"

"But the official dog is going to kill him!"

Lie down on the parapet and look down. With the cover of the trebuchet, the boat below rushed towards the shore again quickly, but on my side, the gunners who smashed the rocks did not have the energy to fight back at all, and the artillery fire was slow and slow. The flat, angry Song Qingshu hit the wall.

But at this time, a piece of broken fishing net rippling under the water came into his eyes.

Here is close to the Yangtze River, and there are many fishermen. In a short while, dozens of fine fishing nets were found, and four poles were propped up to block the head. Although the catapult is not weak, it is still worse than the artillery Far away, the flexible fishing net caught a lot of stones in a short time.

It can be regarded as raising his head, no matter Miao Mei with quick blood on his forehead, or Liu Tichun with a bruise at the corner of his mouth, they all roared incomparably annoyed.

"Boom! His grandma's boom!"

50 people were equipped with a tiger squat gun, and more than 300 guns were lifted to the female wall. The tiger squat gun, which was as large as a firecracker, exploded in an instant, and the bullets rubbing against the air condensed a scalp-numbing pain. With ear-piercing and shrill sounds, amidst the roar, the fleet of officers and soldiers rowing desperately forward was battered and riddled with wounds and casualties.

But this time, the officers and soldiers seemed to have given the order to die, staring at the shore to fight, densely packed with firearms, while the officers and soldiers below fought back with blunderbuss and Francophones, they continued to row their oars desperately, making the final sprint, After paying an extremely heavy price, finally, the Yangtze River Navy was forced to the edge of the Anqing Fort.

Almost with boiling blood, the vanguard officers and soldiers threw the rope in their hands violently, hooked it on the parapet, and immediately with knives in their mouths, the densely packed officers and soldiers climbed up to the fort.

These days, the inability of gunners to fight hand-to-hand has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The troops who are better at using firearms will be weaker in hand-to-hand combat. Not only the Tartars outside the customs think so, but even the Ming army themselves think so. After the endless torment, the eyes of these vanguard warrior battalions were red and bloody, and they rushed to the shore full of desire to kill.

But it's really not good to beg a living army to fight hand to hand?
"Let me go down!" An officer had just climbed up with a knife in his mouth, and Liu Tichun, who was also suffocated and his head was hot, pierced his chest with a bayonet. Before he could howl, the man fell directly into the water.There are few tactical moves of the bayonet, only stabbing and picking, but if you really master it, it is more efficient than those complicated weapons. There are many martial artists in the army in the late Qing Dynasty, and they were defeated by the bayonet charge of the Eight-Power Allied Forces escape.

It’s the same here. You practice bayonets more often than you practice shooting. Some beggars have been in the army for less than a year, but they have assassinated dummies more than [-] times. The explosive power and accuracy are not something ordinary people can force you to stop shooting. Shooting is also around the parapet, and the battle has almost turned into a game of whack-a-mole. One comes up, sticks down, comes up again, and sticks down again.

The spears and bayonets equipped by the officers and soldiers still have some advantages in fighting, but climbing up from the ship, the spears with both hands are obviously inconvenient, and the officers and soldiers generally only use swords to break through. For a while, the casualties were surprisingly large. The fallen corpses were densely packed, and the river water was covered with a layer of blood foam.

The storm lasted for more than ten minutes, and this wave of officers and soldiers collapsed again, crying and rowing back. The beggars officers and soldiers fired their firecrackers again and slammed behind them, watching the tide Song Qingshu can be regarded as relieved of the officers and soldiers who usually push back, this battle should be stable.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard his own people's terrified shouts on the shore, and turned his head in astonishment. Song Qingshu's head was numb, as if his eyes were red, and a big blessing boat rammed into his own people's bodies regardless of his care. The boat rushed towards him, like a giant beast, the huge shadow oppressed people's hearts.

Quick, sink him!Protect the handsome!

The sergeants below couldn't help panicking, shouting one after another, and the gunner on the right turret also turned the muzzle in a hurry, which was really frightening, frightening, and dying. Mr. Fuchuan Qian obviously didn't want his life. He fought hard to hit more than a dozen guns with countless fire guns. The ship still slammed into the fort, and the wood, fishhooks, and jars that fell from it crackled and shone on him. When it hit, Song Qingshu was so panicked that he quickly lowered his body and hid behind the cannon.

The ship was stuck on the turret and did not move, but the firearms on it showed their power this time. At such a close distance, the officers and soldiers were holding bird guns, and the Francois fired wildly at the crowd of beggars. For a while, there were roars everywhere. , the soldiers around Song Qingshu screamed and fell down.

This lucky boat also seems to have boosted the morale of the officers and soldiers. The officers and soldiers who had retreated halfway turned around again, and ran to the shore again to fight back. It seemed that everything had been reversed. This tragic song experienced several troughs , back to the climax of majesty and evil again, it's time for the officers and soldiers to slaughter the thieves, and the time for the heroes to drive away the bad guys.

But just as the climax was rising, a loud bang sounded like a rest, cutting off the ensemble abruptly. It was unbelievable that the heroic big blessing boat was blown into countless pieces in an instant, risking Half of the black smoke disappeared, and the flesh and blood of the officers and soldiers above flew far away, just like a rain of blood.

"Nimma, next time we must get some mines for fun!"

It was also hung up, and the back was suddenly covered with fine wood fragments. Song Qingshu stood up with grinning teeth, looked down at the blessing boat that was blown up by himself throwing yellow gunpowder and explosive barrels into the boat hole, and Song Qingshu muttered sadly.

This bombing also marked an end to the Anqing water battle.

No more courage to attack, the next time the Nanjing navy came in the morning, turned around in the afternoon, docked at the mouth of the lake on the other side, and sucked the wound, probably enough for them to lick for a while, the Nanjing navy in World War I Without one tenth, the casualties were even more severe.

In the evening, the official who came over for a mission came again, this time he was not so calm, but a little more frustrated, just like a gambler who has lost money.

On the famous spring tea building in Anqing, Song Qingshu laid out a table of fish feast leisurely to appease his young heart, but as soon as he was brought up, the official stepped forward to knock on the table angrily and started yelling.

"Damn rogue, do you know that you are playing with fire? You have aroused the anger of Nanjing's guards and the Minister of War, and there will be millions of troops coming to conquer in the near future. It will be crushed into a powder in no time!"

Seeing the officer poking his head like an angry leopard's head, Song Qingshu took a sip of the wine leisurely and grinned: "Let's wait until the army of millions arrives. My lord, you came at the right time. Please go back and give me a hand." Send a word to the guarding father-in-law and ask him to leave me a Dafu boat, ten Cangshan boats, and twenty Franco cannons."

"What you think is beautiful, there is no way!" The angry young official's nose was almost out of breath, and he knocked on the table and yelled without thinking, but Song Qingshu was amused, he was very mafia style He snapped his fingers.

"My lord, don't be so harsh! You don't have to give it. Starting tomorrow, when the tank boat passing by Anqing, I, Song, withheld all the food, and I will not go to Nanjing without a single grain!"

He obviously hit the weak point of this official, and his momentum was shocked. Just now, he knocked on the table sternly and roared angrily: "The imperial court will not bow their heads like you and other rogues. The tank boat will go to the other side of the lake. Do you think you can threaten the imperial court?" .”

"Tsk tsk, Song just got a baby tonight, please pay attention!"

Song Qingshu was still so unhurried, he snapped his fingers, and the attendant next to him immediately removed the red silk from the other side of the room, and a cannon was fired, and the official watching couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Hongyi Cannon!

With the help of Tang Ruowang, the Hongyi cannon of the Ming Dynasty was cast in the early years of Chongzhen, but now, Father Tang has become a disciple of Song Qingshu, and Song Qingshu naturally knows the technology of the Hongyi cannon, but the entire begging army is actually Just this one, it’s really inconvenient to march with a two-ton thing in the field. A few days ago, Song Qingshu ordered it to be moved when he was going to fight Anqing. Song Qingshu himself also got angry for a while.

But it's not bad to use it to scare people. The officials here have a lot of experience. Not only do they know the Hongyi cannon, but also its power.

"I'll go back and report, whether it's successful or not, I can't say for sure!"

He came aggressively and walked away in a desperate manner. The next morning, the official had to come back with a thick face, and this time he came, he really brought a big blessing boat, ten Cangshan boats, and twenty Fran cannons .

"I brought the things here, thief Song, you have to take care of yourself and keep your promise!" The corner of his mouth twitched, and the official was still humming gloomyly. Looking at Fu Chuan, Song Qingshu's mouth was full of joy.

Sailor, he wants to have it too!
(End of this chapter)