Jiangbei, outside the Jikou Water Village; the sound of shouting for killing lasted all morning, and it also stopped slightly with the extinguishing fireworks in the crackling rain curtain.
With the gathering of the southern Zhejiang temporary battalion, Zheng Lin Qianjun, the team that gradually suspended the offensive, was also under the sweat of the remaining twenty-something men who stepped on the rainwater flowing over their feet to dig trenches. .
On the lot allocated by them, after a waist-deep, one-step wide trench was completed; all the excavated soil was piled on the outside and compacted, and then the sharpened bamboo was inserted, which was the simplest defense.
Then, along these simple lines of defense, hold up pieces of arrow-proof bamboo bundles and bury the lower part with soil; then use ropes around the edges to fix each other, which is the second strengthened line of defense.
Then, they brought in more bundles of bamboo that were cut down nearby, drove them into the mud and put them on a tarp soaked in oil, and propped up a number of temporary rain sheds on the spot.
A U-shaped shallow guide ditch was dug around the ground of the shed, and the ground water was dug out together with the mud shovel; and the assistants pushed the trolley to bring the straw bales and the burnt iron stove, each shed Put one on the bottom pile of soil.
So everyone was able to sit on straw bales and surround the charcoal stove, first to bake the muddy and smelly boots and leggings; wait until the pot on the stove boils out of boiling water. Everyone took out the dried food pieces, dried meat, and salted vegetables that they carried, and broke them into pieces and sprinkled them down.
Then Lin Qianjun, who was the leader of the team, took out a bamboo can, and poured the remaining meat substitutes into it with the juice; then sprinkled a handful of tea and a spoonful of coarse salt, and it suddenly rolled up and down. The simmered into a pot of muddy soup.
Although it was not as good as the pan-fried meat substitutes that I had eaten before, it was much richer than the rice dumplings that were soaked in the soup overnight; therefore, the soldiers were soon surrounded by soldiers vying for seven hands. The eight-legged scoop is seven or eighty-eight, and the food is snoring.
Then there is still a relatively thick layer of pot bottom. Lin Qianjun is responsible for adding one spoonful to you one spoonful and one spoonful to one spoonful. He adds the last few spoonfuls to an arm injury and a forehead knock. Broken soldiers.
Then, he poured half a bucket of the water that the assistant pawn had brought from the river into the pot and stirred vigorously the residue with the sticky bottom until it was boiled off again, and then another person divided the bowl into a bowl and drank Shunshi.
Then I brushed the bottom of the pot and poured the residue, added water and tea cake pieces, burned a pot of yellow tea soup, broke off a piece of two-finger thick gray-brown sugar, and gave it to the individual after stirring. The empty kettle is refilled.
At this time, the leggings and boots that were attached to the wall of the furnace in turn were almost dried; although the body was still damp, but feeling the remnants of the heat on the soles of the feet and ankles, it was a little sleepy Get drowsy.
Then Lin Qianjun hit their knees with bamboo sticks, causing the soldiers who were leaning against each other on the bale in twos and threes to wake up suddenly and listened to him shouting:
"Where do you think you are... This is at the front of the battlefield where anything can happen. Once you fall asleep, you will never have a chance to wake up again..."
"All of them cheer up, check the equipment, arrange the armor, and then go to the rear to pick up a batch of materials. If you have something to do, you won't be sleepy and sleepy..."
While Lin Qianjun said, he raised Peng Pai in his hand. Suddenly, there was a sound, and an arrow with gurgling tail feathers was nailed to the head. He couldn't help but screamed in shock:
"Enemy attack!.. Hurry up and whistle..."
Then, the new drummer/flag head who jumped up after hearing this, holding an oval whistle and waiting to blow at full force, he fell to the ground again with a puff.
Lin Qianjun, who was holding the group card at this moment, also threw himself into his life, grabbed the bloody whistle, and suffocated his breath amidst the smell of fish, struggling to blow it out:
Along with the fierce blew and the sound of whistles one after another, a drum horn suddenly sounded not far from the rain curtain, as well as fierce roars and screams:
"Kill the thief and serve the country"
"Protecting the hometown..."
"I have no thief..."
The cries of deja vu suddenly caused these temporary battalion soldiers who were originally from the Southern Zhejiang Army to be somewhat dazed and hesitant, and then quickly driven away amidst Lin Qianjun's anger and kicking.
"Do you want to die? Why don't you just pick up the weapon and put it on top..."
"It doesn't matter if you can't see the enemy's situation clearly, just use your bow and crossbow at the outside of the rain curtain and shoot. The enemy soldiers want to get in, but they can't avoid it..."
Following Lin Qianjun's yelling, the soldiers from southern Zhejiang who successively picked up the bows and crossbows that had been placed behind the block, began to radiate densely and neatly one after another.
Just after most of the first arrows were swallowed by the rain curtain, they were generally lost; the sudden screams and a few groups of pink scattered lightly made them excited again.
However, at this time, it was gradually revealed in the rain curtain that those enemies holding the five-sided long cards full of arrows had already reached the distance of about ten paces.
"Abandon the bow and change the fork handle and spear..."
Lin Qianjun suddenly shouted, and at the same time he raised a continuous crossbow, put it on the edge of the bamboo fence, and pulled it down continuously.
The short arrows that flew in succession were scattered loudly on the long cards of the first few enemy soldiers, but they leaked through the gap and nailed to the arm of a player, and suddenly fell to the ground in pain.
Then there were several crossbows just installed, all radiating on the exposed gap, immediately shot the famous player, and then penetrated the few behind him and the enemy soldiers.
But at this time, the other players had already crossed the last distance, and then suddenly flipped to the ground unevenly, but they stepped on the hoof pit that was specifically trapped in the horse's foot. The re-opened crossbows and crossbow machines shot over the five or six enemy soldiers exposed in the back row.
More enemy soldiers have already approached the edge of the trench, and they threw down the long cards in their hands to frame the edges, and climbed forward with knives and swords, but they were again stabbed by the fork handles and spear tips from the bamboo beam. , Poked upside down and fell into the trench full of stagnant water.
However, there were also soldiers in southern Zhejiang who were in the defense line. The enemy caught the spear and failed to defend. They were assassinated through the gap by the tacit enemy soldiers on the other side.
In the sound of alternating flapping, stabbing and slashing, with the appearance of the first casualties and the short loss of defense, the battle seemed to become particularly intense all of a sudden.
In other places where this temporary front winds its way, there have been many sections of trenches filled up, soil barriers, bamboo bundles, and shields have been torn down and cut open, and even the sheds for sheltering the rain have been chopped off the pillars one after another. It fell to the ground, and fled out of a sparse body.
So not long after, Lin Qianjun could only listen to the screams of the friendly army and the shouts of the enemy that were getting more and more dense in the neighborhood, and took the remaining a dozen people back out of his defensive shed.
And facing the many human bodies that crashed into the canopy and wriggled and struggling under the tarpaulin, they fought fiercely one by one; before the enemy soldiers gathered in other places, they ran out again without life.
However, at this time, in the rain curtain that has become slightly sparse, he can no longer see many temporary camp flags still being erected. He couldn't help but feel a little sad, did his path of pursuit end here.
Suddenly, they heard the faint sound of thunder, and they couldn't help but looked at a gray sky, but it was still very early from the thunderstorm's dark cloud cover, and there was no electro-optical masterpiece.
The enemy troops who broke through this line of defense and entered the rear camp also stopped one after another as if feeling, but they voluntarily gave up chasing and encircling the fish that slipped through the net.
"It's the Taiping army brigade who crossed the river. Their artillery team is attacking and killing the enemy...",
At this moment, Lin Qianjun suddenly shouted like a blessed soul, and used a flag gun to attack the enemy troops who had stopped in place.
Under his repeated loud yells, the southern Zhejiang soldiers scattered in this camp also seemed to have regained their courage and fighting spirit, and turned around like streams or from hiding places. Come out and gather around him.
Then, after he personally stabbed the first incredible enemy soldier, more people came to fight with the enemy soldiers who broke into the camp;
At this time, these enemy soldiers who trudged under the cover of the rain curtain and went through a fierce battle; finally showed a certain momentum of the end of the crossbow in physical and mental strength.
They retreated step by step, and then with the more and more intensive roar and the tremors that broke through the rain curtain, they lost the last bit of fluke psychology. This obviously cannot be an ordinary thunder.
Then, in the midst of an uproar, they turned around and crossed the fortifications and defense lines that were still intact, and they fled regardless.
I don’t know how long it took, Lin Qianjun took a breath and led the crowd to chase down. There were only dozens of second characters left by his side, and he lost his helmet and rain hat. The soldiers lying on the floor panting,
Only then did they discover that the Jikou Water Village and Guabu Town, which they had once besieged, seemed to be within easy reach. It's just that the low-lying water village that extends into the water on the river's edge has been mutilated and ruined, and the Taiping Green Banner has been planted.
And Guabu Town, which is slightly higher and backed by the Danya cliff by the river, is still fighting and fighting; however, as the gray smoke from the artillery fortresses continue to emerge, many fragments and The gap in the wall surrounding the broken limbs and the eventual sinking is also just around the corner.
Looking at this scene, Lin Qianjun also had a faint understanding; maybe this is the reason why the general and his numerous allied forces in southern Zhejiang can only retreat step by step and hate in Jinhua City.
At this time, the horns of the attack began to resound, and the figures who were sitting cross-legged among the ruins in the raincloths and felt blankets also stood up one after another to reveal the flashes of armor and swordsmen.
Only heard the fierce and long whistle sound, under the guidance of the Taiping green flag depicting the wave pattern; like a surging wave in the river, it rolled over the messy slope and flooded the gap in the wall. Behind the scenes, the resistance that still exists but is already weak and powerless.
A moment later, a reinforcement army that had trekked hard from Guangling City was also in the re-enchanted and dense rain curtain, watching the Zhuniao flag falling from the wall of Guabu Town not far away.
Suddenly sighed loudly and screamed, and then hurriedly turned around and retreated back. However, this time there was a group of cavalry who rushed out in the rain, and they caught sight of them.
In Guangling City not long after, Lu Yongzhi, who was sitting in the Yingxian Tower of the Ziji Palace, received the corresponding news with an ugly face:
"Guabu Town has been lost, and the town has killed all three thousand soldiers under Cui Yun;"
"The Xue Bing's horse envoy who went to the aid was also attacked by the thieves on the way back, and the troops were half scattered..." (End of this chapter)