Chapter 244: The Yi Tribe [Subscribe Please]

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"Boom boom boom..." The sound of artillery roared on the Wusong River.

The vanguard fleet of the Fu Han Army, with the cooperation of the infantry and cavalry on both sides of the river, swept through the Qing army's futile efforts on the Wusong River again and again. Whether it was the hidden piles of the rafts, the chains across the river, or the fire ships, they were all gently poked open like thin paper. This was not only because the Qing army had a lack of troops in the Wusong River area, but also because of the absolute strength of the Fu Han Army's infantry and cavalry on the warships on both sides of the narrow Wusong River. They used their powerful combat effectiveness to break the ambush and obstruction of the Qing army again and again. The warships of the Navy Camp only had to face the threat from the upper reaches of the river, which was too easy.

The biggest threat to the Fu Han Army warships on the water was the fireboats. When the fireboats coming down the river were far away by the top poles installed on the bows of the Fu Han Army warships, and when the cannons installed on the bows of the Fu Han Army warships were aimed at the front and kept bombarding, everything became simple. The number of cannons in the leading fleet of the Fu Han Army Navy was not large, but the Wusong River was narrower. The Taihu Auxiliary Navy of the Qing Army was just a meal. After only two battles, they never showed up again.

At the same time, the Qing army was on the way back to Suzhou from Wuxi, outside a small town.

In a paddy field, a large group of Green Camp soldiers and more than a dozen flag soldiers rushed forward while firing guns.

The ones firing guns and rushing in front were Green Camp soldiers, many of whom had thrown away the muskets weighing less than ten pounds. If the muskets that had fired a shot were reloaded, the Green Camp soldiers would not have to chase them. The bird-gun soldier held a waist knife and howled at the two Fu Han Army scouts who were fleeing in front. Just now, these two bandits fired a shot at Fu Dutong's boat and killed one of Fu Dutong's followers. Fu Liang was furious because the follower was standing in front of him. Fu Liang had enough reason to believe that the bandit soldier was going to shoot him. The follower blocked the gun for him.

Ferler was ordered to lead a dozen of his bannermen and the group of Green Camp soldiers who were captured to chase the two Fu Han Army soldiers. They were Fu Liang's Goshha. Now few people in the Qing army didn't know that the Fu Han Army had a weapon called "rifle" in their hands, which could kill people from a distance of hundreds of meters, but loading ammunition was too complicated. The death of Fu Liang's follower was definitely caused by a rifle.

Because they thought that the opposite rifle could not be reloaded so quickly after firing a shot, the Qing army chased them vigorously and unscrupulously.

At the other end of the paddy field, Chen Zhongxiao panted lightly and said to his lookout: "Can you still hold on? Otherwise, you can run slower..." This time, his sniping of Fu Liang was just a casual sniping, because Fu Liang appeared in front of him in a half-dead state. Through the window of the cabin, Chen Zhongxiao saw Fu Liang's figure clearly. There were bannermen wearing cotton armor standing on the boat one after another. Without asking, it was known that this was a senior official of the Eight Banners. Then Chen Zhongxiao fired a shot, but unfortunately missed...

What was more unfortunate was that Chen Zhongxiao's sniping, which was close to assassination, was a casual action, and he did not arrange for people to support him outside, so he was chased by the Qing soldiers and was very embarrassed. But Chen Zhongxiao was already used to being chased. This is how every sniper of the Fu Han Army survived, because their range and rules of activities were not all dependent on the large army. Although Chen Zhongxiao is the cousin of Chen Zhongda, the top figure in the sniper unit, even Chen Zhongda's value lies in his repeated kills on the battlefield, and Chen Zhongxiao is even more so. It is common for the Qing army to be chased by the Qing soldiers after success or failure.

After the Qing army retreated from Wuxi, they were entangled by the snipers and scouts released by Wei Xiuzhi. They kept harassing along the way, and the Qing army just kept retreating to Suzhou. If Fu Liang had not been "frightened" this time, he would not have sent one or two hundred people to chase the two Fu Han troops.

This action of the Qing army quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding Fu Han army scouts and snipers. Chen Zhongxiao led the pursuers behind him to run into the paddy field where it was difficult to move fast. Soon he saw a branch pressed by mud on the ridge in front of him, with two leaves on the branch. This is the mark of the sniper team today.

In a place that Chen Zhongxiao couldn't see, a scout was lying in the paddy field, looking at the sniper next to him who was covered in mud. The man had been aiming for a long time with his gun, but he never fired. This made the scout feel relieved. It seems that snipers are also human beings. If they can kill an enemy who is hiding three hundred meters away with one shot, it would be amazing.

Snipers are the elite among the elites even in the Fu Han Army. Scouts, such "ordinary" elites, are very rare. It is rare for the two sides to cooperate in combat today.

Just when the scout was relaxing, "bang!" The gun sounded, and a flag soldier fell down in the paddy field from a distance. The sniper chuckled: "Look, this is not a hit." In terms of close combat, snipers may not be better than scouts, but in terms of marksmanship alone, even if scouts are equipped with rifles, snipers are confident that they can teach scouts to be human again.

The scout beside the sniper was stunned for a moment, looking at the group of pursuers, the blank look on his face quickly faded, revealing a bright smile. The sniper troops are absolutely our own people, the better their skills, the happier we are.

Since someone has come to "see blood at the beginning", several snipers ambushed around have also fired bullets one after another. Some killed the flag soldiers, some killed the green camp officers in front, but none of them missed.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

There were rhythmless gunshots, almost one high-speed hit after another, and the impact of the green battalion soldiers and flag soldiers came to a halt.

The sniper who fired the first shot reloaded his treasure with sophisticated and pure methods, which indeed took a long time. He ignored the green soldiers walking in front and only focused on taking care of the flag soldiers behind him. Three shots were fired, killing two and wounding one. The gun never misses, it's really accurate.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the green battalion soldiers and flag soldiers were completely lying in the paddy field. The bullets fired here killed and injured only a small part of their total number, and only 10% of the team of more than 100 people were killed or injured. However, the morale of the Qing army had been depleted and could never be restored.

Still lingering about fifty feet away from the position. More than a dozen of the more than a hundred green battalion soldiers had been lost, and half of the flag soldiers had fallen dead and wounded. A dozen panicked Green Camp soldiers turned around and wanted to run back. Fairler, who was walking behind, immediately shot and killed a broken soldier who was rushing to the front with his blunderbuss. Then the dozen Green Camp soldiers were like magic. , turned around and returned to the large army at the front...

Fairler was very depressed. He had already suffered heavy casualties before he saw the enemy. Geshhar, who came with him, was half dead or wounded. Even if he comes back alive now, he will be in trouble. Although he killed an escaped Green Camp, his brain was not broken after all, and he made a wise choice in the end.

"Retreat, let's go back." Fairer shouted to the lying green soldiers. He wanted the Green Battalion soldiers to get up first. Enough Goshihars had died, no more. If the Green Battalion got up first, wouldn't they have cover?

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The gunshots continued to ring out sporadicly, and the shotguns in the hands of the Qing army also fired one after another. Just as Feiler thought, when the green soldiers heard the order to retreat, they all became energetic. He fired the shotgun in his hand with a crackle, then got up in a swarm and ran away. There is a difference in the sound of a rifled gun and a muzzle-loading musket. The latter is like a headless fly, placed randomly, while the former is the life-threatening hell sticker. One sound may take away a life.

The leader of this group of Green Soldiers was General Qian. He was about to kick the Green Soldier in the butt who had pushed him away and was busy turning back, but unexpectedly his foot slipped and his body tilted and he was about to fall. However, in the panic, I suddenly felt a cold feeling in my ears, as if cold water had been poured on me. Just when I was about to curse, I felt a heartbreaking pain in my ears. Mr. Qian touched it with his hand, and what he touched was a broken ear, with pieces of meat still hanging on it. It hurt terribly, and his hand was covered in blood.

Feier looked down on the yelling President Qian very much. Feier, who was already irritable because of the excessive casualties of the flag soldiers, raised his head and cursed at the Commander Qian, then, "Bang! "With the sound of a gunshot, Fairler's shouting ended completely. His brain blossomed.

A smile appeared on the sniper's face in the distance, and the scout beside him was also laughing.

"Let me go, let me go. I will go by myself..."

Chen Zhongxiao returned to the nearest camp - the yard of the landlord's house in a small village where the people were gone. Before I entered the courtyard, I heard shouting coming from inside. It was not the voice of an adult, but that of a small boy with a drake accent, who was still in the process of changing his voice.

"Why did you catch a little kid?"

"I caught him when we were in the camp. This kid was an apprentice in a drug store. Old Wu also wanted to catch a doctor, but there was no chance, so he caught this kid back. We don't have a hygienist when we come out now. This kid is in the drug store anyway. There’s also some ink…”

While he was talking, Chen Zhongxiao had already walked into the main room, and at a glance he saw the duck-tongued boy tied to the chair, a child of fourteen or fifteen years old. He was quite courageous. Not only was he not afraid, he kept shouting to let him go. The person sitting on the stool next to the chair was not Lao Wu. Looking at the boy smiling, he was obviously teasing him for fun, no wonder he didn't gag him.

Wang Zhizheng could feel Chen Zhongxiao's unusual status. He glared at Chen Zhongxiao with wide eyes and shouted three times louder. When the army returned to Suzhou from Wuxi, Wang Zhizheng thought that he would never have contact with the war again. Who knew that in the blink of an eye he would become a prisoner of the Fuhan Army, and it seemed that the Fuhan Army was not ready to let him go.

This cruel reality is too cruel and cruel for a fifteen-year-old child. The huge contrast made Wang Zhizheng forget about fear, and only anger remained. Because he knew that the news of his 'disappearance' would definitely be known to the government, and then he would have a black background with the government - if he died, then it would not matter whether he was black or not. My own affairs shouldn't affect my parents, but my parents don't know that I came to the battlefield with the apprentice from the drug store. If the news that I disappeared while the Fuhan Army was setting up camp suddenly reached my parents' ears... …

Wang Zhizheng was very angry. It is unfilial to let your parents worry about you. Especially when his mother is still ill!

"Boy, what's wrong with being a member of our Fuhan Army? We send you to the medical camp, where you can earn one or two silver dollars at least a month. Isn't it much better than working in a drug store? And you can also learn real skills. In this medical camp, All the doctors have authentic books The famous doctor [who was captured by the Fuhan Army], the wounds from swords and bullets on the battlefield are much more serious than the headaches and fevers you see in the drug stores. You have to study in the medical camp for a year or two, and it will be better than what you get in Suzhou city. It takes ten years of training in a small pharmacy to be useful.”

"No. I just won't join the Fu Han Army. If you hadn't fought in Jiangnan, my family wouldn't have ended up in Suzhou, my sister's wedding wouldn't have been delayed, and my mother wouldn't have gotten sick..."

Wang Zhizheng's eyes were filled with hatred. But Old Wu opposite him didn't care at all, "So your family was doing OK before. Then I'll tell you why our Fu Han Army came to Jiangnan."

Old Wu first grabbed the pigtail braid behind Wang Zhizheng's head, "I tell you, our Fu Han Army must first dress properly in Chinese clothes, and everyone must cut off this pigtail braid." Old Wu pulled out the dagger from his waist and cut off Wang Zhizheng's braid in one stroke. The latter was completely dumbfounded, watching the braid being thrown out of the door by Old Wu, as if he had no reaction, and the whole person was numb.

"You, how could you cut my braid..." The hatred on Wang Zhizheng's face collapsed, replaced by slow shock and anger, just like his emotions at the moment. Even hatred was forgotten at this moment, look at how powerful the impact of this blow was.

"Why can't we cut it off? We Chinese, Han Chinese, have not had men with pigtails for thousands of years. This thing of the Manchu Tartars is a symbol of the barbarians. If you are a man, you should cut it off.

You have also spent a few years in school, and you know the saying 'China has great etiquette, so it is called Xia; it has beautiful clothes, so it is called Hua'?

What is etiquette? What is clothes?

What you are wearing now, hanging behind your head, is it China?"

"I, Old Wu, have not read much, and can't recognize many big characters. I learned this after joining the army. You have read books, come and tell me, what do you scholars think of this pigtail? Is it like that money or something, making your scalp itch?"

If Old Wu's question was taken outside, it would definitely be sprayed by the whole literati as "not worth mentioning", but Wang Zhizheng is just a 15-year-old child. He has learned the Four Books and Five Classics, but has not yet passed the imperial examination. You can't think that he can really be eloquent because he has read books.

"Confucius said, 'If it weren't for Guan Zhong, I would have worn my hair loose and my clothes on the left!' It can be seen that Confucius also attached great importance to the defense against the barbarians. Don't you scholars all worship Confucius and pay attention to respecting teachers? Why is it that some of Confucius' words are true and some are not?"

"Boy, let me tell you, no matter whether the Manchu Tartars are orthodox in your eyes, they are still barbarians in the eyes of our Fu Han Army. As long as there is a pig's tail hanging behind their heads, as long as millions of Eight Banners lie on us to suck blood and eat meat, high and mighty, they are barbarians."

"Our Fu Han Army will attack Jiangnan. After destroying Jiangnan, it will be easier for us to overthrow the Tartars."