After the complete set of plans was finally confirmed, Dong Weiguo asked his subordinates to sort out the troops separately, so that the sailors and Ding Zhuang could have a full meal. As for the political envoy Dong Bu himself, he also had to take this opportunity to eat something, on the way to Jiujiang, Dong Weiguo suffered from gains and losses, had no appetite, and in addition, he had been busy and had no time to rest.

"It'll be fine after tonight." Now that everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and the commander of the Yangtze River Water Division is still Mu Tan, this good news also makes Dong Weiguo feel relaxed, so that he will not be unable to swallow.

Soon the guards cooked a pot of rice and brought it into Dong Weiguo's camp, and the side dishes were some pickled vegetables. If it had been placed in the past, this kind of meal would definitely not be eaten by the political envoy Dong Bu, even if he didn't have time to ask for fresh meat, vegetables and vegetables from the surrounding prefectures and counties, the fish would always have to be hit with a tail, right? But since this time he sent out the army, Dong Weiguo has put down all his official positions, he knows very well that he has no way out, and he has put all his mind on this military adventure, and has not allocated a trace of jīng strength to pay attention to food or living conditions.

It was because of the continuous good news today that Dong Bu's political envoy regained part of his sense of smell, and the aroma of rice that came into his nose made him appetite. While using chopsticks to put rice and pickles in his mouth, Dong Weiguo carefully looked at the hydrological map of the mouth of the lake - this map on the table Dong Weiguo has not known how many times he has read it, and he has walked this road many times, but every time he looks at it again, it can always give Dong Weiguo greater hope, and it can also make his mood more calm and relaxed.

The poignant whistle sounded without warning, Dong Weiguo raised his head a little dazedly, and shifted his gaze from the map on the table to the guard in front of the camp gate, his mouth was stuffed with rice grains that had not yet been chewed, and there was a pickle strip on his chopsticks.

The guards in front of Dong Weiguo's tent looked up at the sky one after another, one after another, and arrows soared into the air from several directions around the camp. Most of the Qing soldiers in the camp had just finished cooking dinner and were sitting around the bonfire and began to eat, and after hearing this movement, many soldiers also raised their heads in confusion and looked at the air.

While most of the Qing soldiers were going to eat, there were still a small number of sentries deployed around the camp, and they had been patrolling slowly along the edge of the camp just now, scanning the surrounding movements.

At first hearing the sound of these arrows, the sentries also stopped in their tracks, and looked up to see the tracks of the shès into the air, and only one or two officers who reacted very quickly did not waste time on these arrows, but were shocked and hurried towards the place where the arrows were released.

One of the most reactive Qing officers set his sights on a suspicious spot in the woods at the first moment after hearing a sound, and the trail in the sky made him feel that the owner of the arrow was hiding in the middle.

Sou!

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air from his side, and the officer subconsciously turned sideways, and then felt something hit his shoulder near his neck.

Sou! Sou!

Two more voices came almost at the same time, a shout blurted out, and the officer heard the pain in his voice, and at the same time fell to the ground involuntarily.

As he swooped down on the ground, the officer saw several men in bark and straw rings on their heads emerging from not far away, half-kneeling on the ground, still hidden in the long grass from the waist down, all holding crossbows or iron bows in their hands, some of them empty, some still aiming at him.

"Has the thief already touched it so close?" The Qing army officer covered the wounds near his shoulder blades and neck, and fell to the ground weakly, exclaiming in his heart: "When did they crawl over?" ”

Zheng Yaojun was dressed in a cloak woven of wild grass and vines, and the hat on his head was also full of thatch and wild flowers, and at noon they had arrived near the Qing army camp to wait for orders, and spent nearly an hour slowly climbing from the edge of the woods to the vicinity of the Qing army sentry patrol line.

The infantry of the Ming army from Chengdu was composed of 1,000 standing troops and 7,000 conscripts, and under normal circumstances, a standing army soldier would act as a squad leader and take seven or eight conscripts to act, but the Ming army shè hand that touched the Qing army patrol line today was the standing army of the capital of Qing Yisè. Almost half of the standing officers and men are now in Mu Tan's hands -- after hearing his report yesterday that an unknown number of Qing troops were lurking nearby to spy on the Ming army in Jiujiang, Deng Ming transferred a large number of standing troops from Zhou Kaihuang and Ren Tang to supplement Mu Tan, and temporarily handed over the command of fifty knights with three walls to him.

At the last team meeting before the war, the second lieutenant introduced Mu Tan's final plan to Zheng Yaojun - at this time, the Ming army had already discovered that the Qing army was not strong, and it was not the Nanchang jīng rui that Mu Tan had guessed at the beginning, so he planned to wipe it out instead of killing or disturbing it - the Ming army would start attacking when the Qing army was having dinner, with a continuous sound of arrows, which was both a signal to launch an attack, and could also briefly attract the attention of the Qing army sentries and give the shè hand a chance to create a surprise attack.

Because he knew the commander's determination very well, when Zheng Yaojun saw the smoke rising from the Qing army's camp, he entered a state of high alert, and when the arrow sounded, he immediately knelt down from the grass where he was hiding, took out the crossbow machine in his arms and aimed at the nearest enemy soldier who obviously looked like a leader.

And the leader of the Qing army reacted very quickly, he barely took the time to look up at the arrows, but quickly looked down for the Ming signal soldier who sounded the arrows. Although the enemy reacted quickly, the Ming army shè on his flank still got a good chance, but when Zheng Yaojun aimed well, that target had been hit by three arrows at close range, screaming and rolling on the ground.

Zheng Yaojun's upper body remained in its original state, holding the well-wound crossbow machine flat, his body rotated slightly at a small angle, pointed the weapon at an enemy soldier who was still looking up at the sky a little away, and pulled the trigger heavily.

Ignoring the results, Zheng Yaojun hung down the crossbow machine and propped it on the ground, reached out and took out a crossbow arrow from his back, put it on the machine, twisted his waist and tightened the string again. Placing the crossbow machine flat in front of him again, Zheng Yaojun had time to search for the next target, and he quickly found one, closed one eye, aimed at the target, and pressed the trigger.

After completing the second shè shot, Zheng Yaojun immediately began to nervously wind the crossbow again, and then repeated the tactical action of searching for the enemy and attacking the target again.

On the entire patrol line of the Qing army, the sound of loose strings came and went, and cold light pierced the air one after another, flying towards those Qing army sentries. The number of soldiers of the green battalion who could stand was rapidly decreasing, and in just a dozen breaths, all the soldiers of the green battalion on the periphery fell to the ground, and when Zheng Yaojun raised the crossbow for the fifth time to aim, it took him a long time to find a new target, this is a back that is rapidly moving away, Zheng Yaojun has no better choice but to shoot crossbow arrows at this enemy.

At this time, there was already a rumbling drum behind him, and there was the vibration of hundreds of people trampling on the ground, after Zheng Yaojun put on the crossbow arrow again, he did not continue to rush it out, but gasped a few breaths on the spot, and waited until a large number of armored infantry ran past him, then he stood up, followed behind the infantry with the crossbow machine, and bent down to approach the Qing army's camp with friendly troops.

Shut down

The Qing soldiers on the watchtower had already reacted, and they let out a loud exclamation while looking in horror at the rapidly approaching Ming army. The Ming troops who rushed to the front were all wearing shiny armor, and the officers led by them were all wearing scarlet cloaks, which was even more eye-catching.

The Qing army on the tower naturally bent their bows and arrows, aiming at these brightly armored enemies, but immediately there were crossbow arrows whistling towards these Qing soldiers with bows and arrows, and before they could loosen their strings, they might have been hit, screaming and falling from the tower.

Zheng Yaojun had also cautiously approached a Qing army tower at this time, and he saw that at least two of the three Qing soldiers on the tower were holding bows and arrows.

A Ming army officer with a helmet and armor was not far from Zheng Yaojun, while letting out a fierce cry, while commanding his subordinates to hit the fence wall with a big log, this officer's loud voice attracted a lot of firepower for him, Zheng Yaojun saw that his shoulder armor and cuirass each had a feather arrow inserted in it, and there were more on the ground at his feet.

"If I get an arrow, it will be bad." Zheng Yaojun stared at the Qing army on the tower, looking for a suitable attack position and timing, and thought in his heart. Although the brightly dressed Ming officer was an obvious target, he had armor to protect him, and it was evident from his loud voice and powerful movements that the two feathered arrows stuck in his armor did not hurt him at all; But Zheng Yaojun is different, although the gray and yellow straw robe on his body is very unnoticeable, it is also defenseless.

None of the Qing soldiers paid attention to themselves, and the eyes of another Qing soldier with a spear in Tashan were also fixed on the Ming officer. Zheng Yaojun raised his crossbow and pointed it at the target.

"Which one is shè?" The two bow-wielding Qing soldiers on the tower were one after the other, and Zheng Yaojun locked the cold crossbow arrow arrow on the figure of the Qing army behind: "First shè this!" The one in front who won't notice the arrow in the back won't notice the arrow in the back, so he won't notice me. ”

At the moment before the trigger was pulled, Zheng Yaojun saw that the latter Qing soldier with a bow had loosened his strings and made an arrow indiscriminately, and the Qing soldier's movements seemed a little clumsy, and he didn't seem to be very good at aiming. The previous Qing soldier had just drawn his bow into a full moon, and unlike the enemy soldier behind him, he did not rush to remove the arrows from his bow, but leaned his body out of the tower and carefully carried out the aiming work.

Zheng Yaojun noticed that the arm of the Qing army in front of him was stretched straight, his posture was perfect, and even when the bowstring was completely taut, his arm still trembled. Without further thinking, Zheng Yaojun quickly pointed the arrow to the Qing army in front, and he had a feeling that if he let the Qing soldier shè out of this arrow, then he would lose a comrade-in-arms brother.

It was this feeling that made Zheng Yaojun not immediately wind the crossbow machine after pulling the trigger, but kept the posture of shè blowing, looking at the target with full attention. The Qing soldier archer was struck in the jaw by a crossbow arrow that came from the side, and the sharp crossbow arrow pierced through the head and peeked out from the other side of the cheek.

After seeing the Qing army planted from the tower and the arrows on the bow flew without a trace, Zheng Yaojun finally put his mind at ease. Another Qing army archer was splashed all over his head and face by the blood sacrifice, he was so startled that he found Zheng Yaojun with a sweep of his eyes, and the eyes of the two were together.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Yaojun lowered his head, avoided the other party's gaze, and began to wind the crossbow machine silently.

After getting this batch of single crossbows from Zhang Changgeng, Deng Ming immediately equipped them with troops, but there were many debates within the Ming army in Chengdu about the crossbowman equipment. Ren Tang thinks that the traditional shè hand equipment of the Zhejiang army is a fire gun and a long dagger for self-defense, and now that there is no fire gun, it is better to use a single crossbow machine instead of a fire gun.

And Mu Tan is a staunch supporter of iron armor, the heaviest armor of the Min army, in addition to the iron army, the rest of the Ming army soldiers are also equipped with iron pockets and iron skirts, including archers. However, Ren Tang scoffed at this, believing that too heavy armor would affect the loading and aiming of shè hands, and that the use of firearms could not consider heavy armor, let alone crossbowmen.

However, on this issue, Zhou Kaihuang and Zhao Tianba also sided with Mu Tan, they thought that archers could not approve armor or light armor, but crossbowmen could not - crossbowmen shè was slow, and most of the targets they had to deal with were also armor-clad targets that were difficult for bows and arrows to deal with, so crossbowmen should approve heavy armor, even if they sacrificed reload speed and aiming efficiency for this. As for the long dagger advocated by Ren Tang, Zhou Kaihuang thought it was completely unnecessary, because if he was approached by the enemy's heavy cavalry, the crossbowman would not only hold a long dagger, but also a short sword.

Although he was at an absolute disadvantage in the senior officer's office, the Zhejiang soldiers firmly supported his idea, at least for Zheng Yaojun, the long dagger and the lack of heavy armor represented the pride of the Zhejiang army - starting from Qi Jiguang, they have always been the best shè hands, and not wearing heavy armor means launching an attack at any cost, not caring about their own safety but focusing on killing the enemy; The long dagger is also the traditional weapon of the Zhejiang soldiers, as for the courage of the Zhejiang soldiers, there is no need to question, in the Liaoshen battlefield, even in the face of the Manchurian Eight Banners, the Zhejiang soldiers did not choose to flee like the Guanning army but used the long dagger and the iron cavalry to fight.

In the past, in Zhoushan, Zhang Shangshu could not fully supply even the capital of the long dagger, not to mention the firecracker and crossbow machine, but now that the conditions have improved, Zheng Yaojun and they are still eager to restore the glorious tradition of the past.

When Zheng Yaojun lowered his head to wind the crossbow machine, the Qing army in Tashan had already struck an arrow and stuck it in Zheng Yaojun's leg, which he ignored, and the movement of winding did not stop or deform in a hurry.

Before Zheng Yaojun finished loading, the Qing archers had already put the second arrow on the string, but when he pulled the string, his hand slipped due to anxiety, and the feather arrow sprang out diagonally and fell to a place where no one was around. Although this Qing army shè has been in the army for a while, it is only in the last two years that he has become a soldier, and the cāo training once ten times is not mainly shè strikes, and the reason why he is allowed to pick up a bow and arrow today is only because he is stronger than another companion with a gun.

When the Qing soldiers bent their bows for the third time to aim at Zheng Yaojun, the Zhejiang man also raised his crossbow machine and looked at the enemy.

"The crossbow machine shè once worked, the archer can shè three arrows, if you meet a real tartar who is skilled in bows and arrows, you shè one arrow shè empty, give them the opportunity to even shè three arrows, you don't approve the heavy armor will definitely not have the chance of shè second arrow." When he first saw that Zhejiang shè resolutely refused to put on armor, for fear of affecting shè's attack, Zhou Kaihuang said helplessly.

The Qing soldiers on the opposite side had already drawn their bows to the full, Zheng Yaojun did not look at the arrow towards him, but aimed at the other party seriously, he knew that if the other party was a Manchurian soldier who was good at shè, he would probably have been killed by shè long ago. However, although the other party is not a good shè hand, and the two arrows did not hit him, if the other party is given another chance to shè three arrows, Zheng Yaojun will most likely be put to the ground.

"If this is a real tartar, I haven't lost anything, I've already shè died." At the last moment of aiming, such a thought suddenly popped into Zheng Yaojun's mind.

"Medium!" When the Qing soldier saw Zheng Yaojun's movements, he shouted hard and shot an arrow before the Ming army's hand.

The bow and arrow broke through the air, and when the sharp arrow swept past his cheek, Zheng Yaojun had a feeling of being wiped by metal, and at this moment he also pulled the trigger.

Whether it was the bow and arrow passing by his face or the action of pulling the trigger, he could not make the crossbow machine in Zheng Yaojun's hand tremble in the slightest, and he watched his iron arrow come out angrily and stab it in the eye socket under the enemy's helmet - Qing Bing shè fell backwards with an upside-down onion.

"As long as I hit every shot, I won't lose money when I meet a real Tartar, and it's not a problem to meet these green camps." After witnessing the enemy fall, Zheng Yaojun, who gave a mouthful, felt that cold sweat began to leak out on his forehead and back, but his heart was full of pride of victory: "Our Zhejiang soldiers are the best shè hands in the world, whether they use firearms or crossbow machines. ”

…… When Dong Weiguo threw down half of his rice bowl and rushed out of the camp tent, the Ming army had already launched an attack on the camp wall, and it had made breakthroughs in many places very openly. There was a great chaos in the Qing barracks, and when the brave officers who reacted quickly gathered their men and began to march towards the camp wall with them to reinforce the defenders, they saw that the Ming army had already made two holes in the fence, and two more Ming troops had also climbed over the fence and were trying to seize the camp gate.

The Qing army in the camp was originally dominated by no armor, and Dong Weiguo, who was bent on breaking through without knowing and unknowingly, did not pay too much attention to the equipment. Seeing that the Ming army's offensive was so fierce, and in a blink of an eye, it broke into the camp, and Dong Bu's political envoy also opened his mouth wide, unable to speak or give orders for a while.

First the sound of arrows rising into the air, and then the shouts of killing that rose into the sky, also alarmed the Qing soldiers and sailors on the ship, most of them also went to eat on land, and the sentries who stayed behind saw that fireworks rose in the camp in a moment, and there was a shout of fighting, and they were all at a loss for what to do.