Jiangning Mansion, Jurong County, Xiashu Town. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was dusk, the smoke was rising in the camp, the army that had been on the road for a day was busy burying the pot and making food, outside the big tent of the Chinese army, the depressed monk Lingqin who was defeated in Zhenjiang looked forward to a lush mountain peak not far away and muttered, all the generals and soldiers in the army knew that he was in a bad mood, and no one dared to come to him.

"Lord Wang-." Yang Fang walked over slowly, and said: "The mountain is called Baohua Mountain, there is a Longchang Temple on the mountain, I heard that the incense is extremely strong, and it is rumored that the Holy Ancestor also visited when he toured the south. ”

"Hmph." Monk Greenqin said disdainfully: "It's far-fetched, and you can raise your own value." ”

Yang Fang said with a smile: "This Baohua Mountain is known as the first mountain of Buddhism, Longchang Temple is the largest precept dojo in the south of the Yangtze River, ...... British fleet is traveling along the river is extremely slow, and the speed of the army is also slow, the prince may wish to go to Baohua Mountain to relax and ......." ”

Before he finished speaking, a horse galloped over, and when he arrived, the rider rolled off the horse and said in a loud voice: "Lord Wang, Lord Hou, Jiangyin eight hundred miles urgent." ”

Wu Song has been recovered by Yi Zhicontent, what emergency can Jiangyin have? Monk Greenqin was surprised, opened it and looked at it, his eyebrows were raised, and he handed the emergency report to Yang Fang, and then turned around and strode into the big tent.

"Lord Wang, this is a good thing." Yang Fang followed in and said: "The prince divided his troops into 2,000 troops and returned to Danyang, and the old man led his troops to Jiangning to die. ”

Mobilizing the Yuanqi regiment stationed in Changzhou Mansion to practice recovering Zhenjiang, Monk Greenqin did not turn around this idea, however, the soldiers and horses in Changzhou were not under his control, and Jiangyin was also the top priority of the Jiangning Battle, he did not dare to destroy the original deployment, and besides, he had personally experienced the combat power of the British army, and he was worried that even if he transferred the more than 1,000 yuan of the regiment to practice, he might not be able to recover Zhenjiang, so he dispelled this idea.

What he didn't expect was that Yi Zhizu actually brought a thousand people to rush to help, he didn't answer Yang Fang's words, and asked rhetorically: "How many troops does the Yuanqi regiment have in Wusong?" Content, dare to divide a thousand troops to help other places? ”

How many troops does Yuanqi have in the regiment? Yang Fang was also quite jealous of this topic, and immediately said with a haha: "Although contentment is young, it is steady, and if you dare to divide your troops to help, you must have full certainty." ”

Zhenjiang was lost in the hands of Seng Lingqin, and he could recover it with his own hands, for him, it was naturally unbelievable, besides, he also wanted to take a closer look at how high the combat power of Yuanqi's group training was, and he groaned slightly, and he said: "The recovery of Zhenjiang is mainly based on Yuanqi's group training, besides, there are still garrisons in Danyang, and this king can bring five hundred light horsemen to recover Zhenjiang, and then chase most of them." ”

Light gallop, the next morning, Monk Greenqin rushed back to Danyang, waited for three days, only to wait for Yuanqi group practice, riding on the horse of the easy Zhizhi faraway Monk Greenqin led the generals to meet outside the camp gate, did not dare to hold up, hurriedly whipped the horse, galloped to more than 20 steps away and dismounted, hurried to the front, the big salute said: "The last general Yi Zhizhi is content to see the prince." ”

Seeing that he was very respectful and had no arrogance on his face, Monk Greenqin sighed secretly, and hurriedly turned over and dismounted and walked forward quickly to support him: "There is no need to be polite to be content. ”

Standing up, Yi Zhizhi said: "The last general is ashamed that he failed to relieve the siege of Zhenjiang in time, so that Zhenjiang was poisoned by the British army...... ”

"Contentment, where is this ......" Monk Lingqin stretched out his hand and said, "Enter the camp and talk about it in detail." As he spoke, he turned around and ordered: "The Yuanqi Regiment is practicing the scorching sun, and it must be carefully and properly arranged, without the slightest omission." ”

"The last general will wait for the honorable order." A group of generals responded with a bang.

Walking into the camp, Monk Greenqin said aloud: "In the first battle of Wusong, the Yuanqi regiment practiced to win more with less, and the surrender of the 5,000 British troops fought really strengthened the prestige ......of the Qing Dynasty and the prestige of the Qing Army. ”

"The prince has a good reputation." Yi Zhizu said indifferently: "Wu Song's battle is really a bit of a fluke, and it is not a ...... to win more with less." ”

"Oh? What's going on? ”

"Wusong has a lot of troops, 3,000 soldiers under the command of Zhou Shirong, the general soldier of Wusong Town, 2,000 volunteers in Shanghai, 1,005 Yuanqi regiment training, the strength is already 6,005, and 5,000 ......reinforcements after Yuanqi regiment training."

Monk Lingqin looked at him in surprise and said, "Five thousand reinforcements?" ”

"Four thousand five to be exact." Yi Zhishu said without hesitation: "Yuanqi has two thousand ore guards in the Changhua Iron Mine in Qiongzhou Prefecture, and this time they were transferred together, and there are eight Western light cruisers, with a total of 2,500 people, however, this navy is not Yuanqi's, but Citigroup's, and five of them are ....... originally anchored in Guangzhou." ”

The two of them talked, walked into the big tent of the Chinese army, and after the monk Lingqin sat down casually without distinguishing between the upper and lower guests, he asked: "How can you say that there is a bit of luck?" ”

"The commander of the British army in Wusong is Yilu, who was originally the general superintendent of commerce sent by the British to Guangzhou, and he has dealt with him for several years, so he can be regarded as an acquaintance." Yi Zhizhi said that he would write a letter to persuade him to surrender, as well as the situation of plotting to seize five warships of the British Dinghai Fleet to relieve the siege of Zhenjiang.

After listening carefully, Monk Lingqin praised lightly: "Go to the army to fight and plan, then to attack the enemy, then to attack the army, and then to attack the city." Contentment is the essence of profundity. As he spoke, he turned his head around, "What's the matter with those eight light cruisers of Citigroup?" ”

"That's Yuan Qi hired from Citigroup." Yi Zhizu said slowly: "Yuanqi's trade at sea is getting bigger and bigger, Annam's coal, Changhua's iron ore, Siam, Luzon's grain, these are all bulk trade, all year round, but there are many pirates at sea, in order to eliminate the sea thieves, Yuanqi hired five warships from Citigroup, and after the war with England, Yuanqi hired three more. ”

When the Yuanqi regiment practiced the recovery of Dinghai, there were five Citigroup warships involved, and the monk Greenqin had heard about this, but he was secretly worried in his heart, after the end of the first battle in Jiangning, he had to find an opportunity to go to Wusong to see those Citi warships, and he groaned slightly, and then he said: "Recovering Zhenjiang, contentment is temporary?" ”

Nodding slightly, Yi Zhizhi said: "The last general arrived in Jiangyin, only to hear that the British army actually left more than 2,000 people to garrison Zhenjiang, how can you not eat the meat that is delivered to your mouth?" The annihilation of the British warships can not only cause panic among the British troops in Jiangning, but also cut off the supply opportunity of the British fleet in Zhenjiang on the return journey, which must be recovered. ”

Zhenjiang City.

The British army occupied Zhenjiang, posted a notice announcing that Guo Shili, a missionary who was familiar with the situation of the Qing Dynasty, as the prefect of Zhenjiang, and issued a notice to reassure the people, but the people who dared to turn back to Zhenjiang were very few, a day of fierce fighting, the British artillery bombardment, the Qing soldiers set fire, the original prosperous Zhenjiang City is now full of devastation, rubble everywhere, not many people are lucky, and besides, they are also worried about being captured by the British army.

Zhenjiang Mansion, the backyard with lush forests and beautiful scenery, Shu De, the commander of the British Army stationed in Zhenjiang, lay leisurely in the cool and ventilated pavilion, the coffee table in front of him was full of grapes, watermelons and other seasonal fruits, and the two maids shook their fans one left and one right, and slowly took a sip of wine, he felt extremely comfortable.

Stationed in Zhenjiang, his task is very simple, hold Zhenjiang, continue to block the canal and the Yangtze River channel, collect all kinds of fresh meat, fruits and vegetables for the return of the fleet, etc., for him, this task is really simple, the Qing army has been frightened, and they dare not come to Zhenjiang, the canal and the Yangtze River, it is meaningless to blockade or not, there are no ships for a long time.

As for collecting supplies for the fleet, although there were not many Qing people in Zhenjiang City, there was no shortage of wealthy villages and towns near Zhenjiang, and he only needed to write a list of collected people and send it to him, silver dollars, cattle, sheep, fat pigs, chickens, ducks, fish and geese, eggs, ham, fruits and vegetables, etc., and he would obediently send them.

"Report—." An officer walked in quickly and reported: "Your Excellency, there are more than 10 pieces of information purchased that there are about 3,000 Qing troops moving in the direction of Zhenjiang, and judging from the speed of the march, it is expected to arrive tomorrow morning." ”

Shu De sat up nonchalantly and asked, "Three thousand?" ”

"Yes, three thousand men, five hundred cavalry, and the remaining two thousand five hundred men are armed with muskets."

"Intensify the guard patrol on the city wall tonight." Shu De instructed disapprenosingly, whether it was the musketeers or cavalry of the Qing army, he didn't pay attention to it at all, he had fought several battles with the Qing army, and he really knew too much about the Qing army.

However, Shu De never dreamed that this time it was not the Qing army that came, but the Yuanqi regimental training wearing the Qing army's trumpet coat, Yi Zhishu and Seng Greenqin both knew that the British army's style of purchasing intelligence at a high price was to march rapidly overnight under the leadership of the Jingkou battalion flag soldiers who were familiar with the situation in Zhenjiang after dark, and had already formed a north-south attack on Zhenjiang before dawn.

At five o'clock in the morning, when the sky was twilight, the battle began at the south gate, and the British troops patrolling the city wall spotted Yuan Qi Tuanyong who was approaching the outside of the city wall, and the sharp whistle immediately cut through the silence of dawn.

Listening to the whistle, Monk Lingqin looked at Yuan Qi Tuanyong who was lined up in three horizontal columns at a distance of fifty meters under the city wall, he knew very well the range and hit rate of the British muskets, at this distance, the hit rate of the British army was quite high, and he glanced at Yi Zhizhi on his side with a worried face.

"Lord Wang, don't worry." Yi Zhizhi stared at the city wall and said: "We are prepared to fight or not, the British army can't take advantage, besides, how many patrol posts can there be?" ”

Before the words fell, a group of British troops trotted up the city wall, and in the three columns, Chen Hongming, the commander of the second regiment, said in a deep voice: "Don't be tight-hearted, calm down-." Seeing more than a dozen British troops rushing up the city wall, he shouted: "Shoot!" ”

In the sound of "ping-pong" gunfire, the British troops on the city wall fell to the ground one after another.

"One by one, take control of the walls." Yi Zhizu waved his hand, and a company behind him quickly rushed out.

Such a hasty and large-scale siege of the city, Monk Greenqin did not say that he had seen it, he had never heard of it, his face was tense, his heart was nervous and excited, and he couldn't help but say: "There are more than 2,000 British troops in the city." ”

"As long as there is no artillery support—." Yi Zhisuff sneered: "Don't say two thousand, even five thousand is not enough to kill." ”

While the two were talking, the flag soldiers of the Jingkou battalion had already carried more than a dozen small boats into the moat, and the palms of the monk Lingling Qinjue were sweaty, and at this time it was time to compete with the British army, and it was necessary to put down the drawbridge and open the city gate before the British army arrived, otherwise the casualties would be great.

Yi Zhixiang was also nervous, but he had carefully understood the distance between the British army's camp and the city wall of the south gate, and it would take a quarter of an hour to come by running from the assembly road, and a quarter of an hour was enough for one to connect to the city wall.

Wang Deshun, the squad leader who swam across the moat earlier, quickly approached the city wall, skillfully threw out the flying tiger claws to hook the city wall, and then used both hands and feet, quickly climbed the city wall, rolled into the aisle with a turnover, looked around vigilantly, and saw that there were no British troops on the city wall, so he untied the two ropes wrapped around his waist, and wrapped around the wall battlement, and played a live connection to hang the rope.

Waiting for the Tuan Yong who crossed the moat by boat rushed to the city wall, there was no need to delay at all to climb the rope, and the city wall of more than ten meters high was just a minute of kung fu for the trained Tuan Yong.

Seeing that one regiment after another bravely climbed the city wall, Monk Greenqin was completely speechless, this action was too fast, what was the use of the city wall? When the drawbridge was lowered, the gates were wide open, and most of the soldiers drove into the city, he had the feeling of dreaming, all this was too unreal!

Yi Zhizu looked at the pocket watch in his hand, from the British army whistled to call the police now, it was only ten minutes, to be honest, he was very satisfied, fully played the usual level of training, of course, it is also the Zhenjiang City regulations are a little smaller, the width of the moat and the height of the city wall are unchanged, if you encounter a moat 200 meters wide, it will be troublesome, and again, the cooperation of the Jingkou Battalion Banner Soldiers, the cooperation of the aborigines, the credit is not small, and it is their job to open the city gate and put the drawbridge.

The British troops, who had gathered the group and hurried to see the city gate open, did not panic, stopped their advance, and quickly formed a battle queue to the sound of dense snare drums.

"Our group finally has a chance to have a good time!" The head of the regiment, Chen Hongming, said with a smile, and then pulled out his pistol and raised it high above the top.

Monk Lingqin did not grab the city gate with the large army, but regardless of his identity, he took a small boat across the moat to climb the rope on the city wall, he wanted to try this way of climbing the city wall in person, easy to be content and speechless, so he had to accompany the practice, in fact, it is not difficult to climb the rope, Yuan Qi Tuan practiced countless knots on the rope, both by hand and by force.

On the city wall, Monk Greenqin saw the two armies below at a glance, and a heart was raised in his throat, this kind of situation, he was not uncommon in Zhenjiang City, they were the first to shoot, and they were the last to be defeated, to be honest, for the British army, he admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Yi Zhishu quickly glanced at the British array, and roughly estimated that there were only 1,000 people, that is to say, there were at least more than 1,000 British troops in the city, and he quickly glanced into the distance, and saw that the entire Zhenjiang City was almost half burned, and he immediately put his mind at ease, the British army just wanted to fight in the streets, and there was not much room for maneuver. (To be continued.) )