The dull sound of cannons alarmed Yi Zhizu, who was looking at the map in the big tent, frowned slightly, his order was to start a tentative attack in the afternoon, why did he get angry early in the morning? He immediately ordered: "Go and ask what's going on?"

Soon, an officer in charge of battlefield patrol came in and reported: "The report was that Deputy Brigade Commander Yan Yangtian arrived to investigate the Yangjiazui Fort. The British army fired artillery and drove away the fort, but there were no casualties."

Yi Zhizu waved his hand and agreed with Yan Yangtian's observation. Although there was a map, it was not as good as on-site investigation. As a senior commander and fighter, Yan Yangtian's approach was a bit risky, but it was understandable. In the formulated combat deployment, the Yangjiazui Fort must be destroyed first.

On the quilt tower at the east gate of Baoshan County, Elliot, Bartre and several school officials were also observing with telescopes. Seeing Yan Yangtian and his party hitting horses back to the camp, Bartre's telescope was frozen in the camp with the word "Yi" written in the wind. He had a little understanding of the Qing army's flag, but he didn't know Chinese characters. After pondering for a while, he said, "Who is the commander of this army?"

Elliot said without hesitation: "Who else can it be? Naturally, he is the shopkeeper of Yuanqi and the Shanghai Taoist sect, and Yishizuo."

"I dare to force you to observe so recently. These Qing troops are very different from those we have seen." Bartre said slowly: "It seems that they really plan to attack us."

"General." Lieutenant Colonel Tony said: "The Qing army camp appeared overnight, which shows that the Qing soldiers did not rest at all last night. Even if they rested, the time was not long. Moreover, their camp was under construction, so there should not be time to dig trenches. Can they take advantage of their unstable footing, attack, force them to retreat, or simply destroy them!"

From the telescope, we can clearly see that there were soldiers busy setting up wooden fences outside the camp. Bartre couldn't help but be moved. Not to mention the Qing army, even if the Yuanqi regiment trained, shooting at the target without trenches could not be their opponent. In the battle in the suburbs of Shanghai County, even if the opponent digs the trenches in advance, he would not have gained any advantage?

"This is a good idea," he said, glanced at Elliot.

After pondering for a moment, Elliot said, "Isn't it better to defend based on the fortifications of the fortifications?"

"With the enemy without trenches, we can easily defeat them!" Bartre said confidently.

Elliot frowned and said unhappily: "Our mission is to guard Wusong."

"Have you ever thought about it?" Bartre said: "Not even our troops are several times more powerful than ours, the Qing army dares to take the initiative to attack Wusong? The opponent has not yet gathered, and the troops are only three or four thousand. This is the best opportunity to defeat them. I hope to defend Wusong at the lowest cost."

After hearing this, Elliot hesitated for a moment. He knew that the Qing soldiers in Hangzhou had dispatched 20,000 troops to recover Shaoxing and Ningbo. If the Qing soldiers on the opposite side gathered 10,000 to 20,000, it would be a hard battle for them. After a while, he said: "I just want to remind the general that our task is to defend Wusong, which is the backbone of our main fleet. As for how to defend, I will not interfere too much in the general."

In front of the Yuanqi regiment training camp of Yangjiazui Fort, Yan Yangtian, wearing a fourth-rank military officer robe, explained excitedly, "The soil in that area is soft and can be divided into three ways to dig trenches and advance towards the fort. The range and hit rate of our Minnie gun are far higher than that of the British Burke-style flintlock rifle. Once it approaches the fort four or five hundred meters, it can be deployed horizontally, so that it can form complete firepower suppression. The British army has no power to fight back, which can greatly reduce casualties."

Yi Zhizu looked at him, his eyes showed unconcealed appreciation, he was able to learn and apply it, and he was good at using his brain. This kid was able to stand alone in the future. After careful consideration, he said: "Have you considered two points? The terrain here is low and the soil is soft, but if you dig one meter, you may see water.

Furthermore, the British army had Caron guns, which had a range of not far, but four or five hundred meters were the most suitable. How to prevent the flowering bullets fired by Caron guns? That was enough to cause huge casualties to the soldiers in the trenches."

"Wood boards, thick boards." Yan Yangtian said without hesitation: "The wooden boards that cover the trench in the Wujia Village ambush are used. The slightly thicker wooden boards are enough to effectively resist the flowering bullets. Unless they are directly hit by solid bullets, as for the water accumulation in the trench, they can be overcome. It is nothing more than the speed of digging the trench slightly slower, so we can dig overnight."

Yi Zhizu nodded and said, "The wooden board can be made by carpenters in Shanghai County. There is no big problem in digging trenches. You can mobilize the brave men to dig and take turns digging, one day and one night, absolutely no problem." Speaking of this, he smiled and said, "Can the British army tolerate us digging and repairing trenches under his nose?"

Yan Yangtian said indifferently: "If the British army dares to send troops to stop it, it will be just our wish."

As soon as the words were finished, an officer quickly stepped in and saluted: "Report that the enemy has had abnormal movements, and a large number of troops are heading towards the Yangjiazui Fort."

What does it mean? Yi Zhizu, Yan Yangtian looked at each other, quickly got up and walked out of the tent, came to the camp to observe with a telescope. Indeed, the British army was rushing to the Yangjiazui Fortress, pondering for a moment, Yi Zhizu spoke: "Is there any movement of the British warships on the river?"

Soon, the ship meeting came to the news that the five British warships were still anchored on the Yangtze River, without any movement.

Most of the British soldiers wanted to assemble the Yangjiazui Fortress, what did they want to do? Yan Yangtian pondered for a while before hesitating: "Don't the British army want to attack our camp, right?"

"Can it be a tired army plan?" an officer whispered.

"Impossible." Yan Yangtian said in a deep voice: "The British army is defending, we are attacking, and the initiative is in our hands. Where is his tired soldiers?" As he said that, he looked at Yi Zhizu and said: "Principal——."

"No need to worry." Yi Zhizu waved his hand and said, "We dreamed that the British army would come to attack us, so don't scare them back."

"Impossible?" An officer rubbed his eyes. "The British army has fortifications, why should they take the initiative?"

"Look at your coat." Yan Yangtian smiled and said, "The British army treats us as green camps, thinking we are soft persimmons, and want to give us some advice!"

"That's a good relationship." Battalion Commander Tan Zhangcheng smiled and said, "I have long been looking forward to the opportunity to fight a war with the world-class British army, which is known as the world-class, to see how powerful they are!"

Yi Zhizu thought that the British army might have wanted to take advantage of their unstable foothold and catch them off guard. After all, their camp was only stood up last night. After a little pondering, he ordered: "Send the order, all the soldiers who built the camp should rest on the spot, assemble and call, then go back to the camp to get the gun, and then gather in panic, respond hastily, try to keep them away from the fort."

Everyone took the order with a loud bang, spreading around, Yi Zhizu pulled out a cigar and slowly lit it. He really didn't expect that the British Army Major General Bartre, who was stationed in Wusong, would give him such a big surprise. It seems that the British army was used to being arrogant and did not take them seriously at all. To be honest, he was very much looking forward to the Yuanqi regiment training a head-on confrontation with the British army. Faced with the British army that adopted the rank-and-article tactic, the power of the Minnie gun would be fully demonstrated.

Although he was excited, he remained cautious and ordered in a deep voice: "Send the order, pay close attention to whether there are land war artillery in the British army, especially the Karon cannons." The soil here is soft and the artillery is inconvenient, but he still dare not be careless.

At Yangjiazui Fortress, Major General Bartree held a cigar in his mouth, looked at the soldiers lined up below, then took out an exquisite pocket watch, and showed a satisfied expression on his face. It was six miles from Baoshan County to Yangjiazui Fortress, and his soldiers arrived in half an hour.

His 49th Regiment, the Charlotte Infantry Regiment, was established in 1744. He participated in the American War of Independence and fought in Copenhagen, Denmark during the Napoleonic War. He was not a legion raised by the Indian girls, but a regular English Army organization. He was full of confidence in the 49th Regiment, and he believed that a charge could easily end the battle.

Colonel George walked up to him quickly and saluted: "Report to the general, the team has been assembled, please give an order."

Taking off the cigar from his mouth, Bartre reminded: "Don't move too fast. If the other party is huddled in the camp, beware of the other party's cannons hiding in the camp."

This was explained before, and George saluted lazyly: "I understand, general."

Bartre smiled and said, "Go away."

Seeing several teams of British troops coming straight towards the camp, Yi Zhizu shook his head slightly. He really didn't know how to live or die. He didn't even carry a cannon. "Principal, the opponent's troops should be about 1,500." Yan Yangtian said: "Our artillery battalion is still behind. Now there are only 1,000 people in the camp. Is it necessary to transfer two battalions from the Third Regiment?"

Yi Zhizu glanced at him and said, "Why, don't have confidence?"

"That's not." Yan Yangtian shook his head and said, "One thousand to one thousand five, the students are worried that the British army will be suspicious."

After pondering for a moment, Yi Jingzu said, "I'm worried too much." As he said, he said in a deep voice: "Send the order, call the police! Blow the assembly call!"

Colonel George, who was riding on the horse, looked at the chaos in the Qing army camp opposite from the telescope. All the soldiers rushed back to the camp in panic. It took him ten minutes to see a group of Qing soldiers lined up to walk out of the camp. Seeing this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It would be better for the other party to go out to fight. In this way, both sides were placed on the surface, and for them, there was no suspense in this battle.

Yangjiazui Fortress, seeing this scene, Bartre said in a relaxed tone: "It seems that this will be an extremely relaxing battle." As he said that, he asked: "Second Lieutenant, how many troops does the other party have?"

"General, there are a thousand people outside the camp."

Bartra chuckled, "Ignorous and fearless general! Brave and poor soldier!"

There was such a big noise here, and the third regiment stationed in the direction of Baoshan County was naturally alarmed. When the two teams approached slowly, the brave expressions were a little serious. Isn’t it a thousand Qing soldiers to die against the 1,500 British troops? However, the instructors at all levels of their likes, that is, veterans trained by Yuanqi regiment, all looked relaxed, and seemed to have a gloating expression, each of them was a little confused.

Weng Changsheng looked at Sun Zhankui and said hesitantly, "Do we want reinforcements?"

"Have you received the reinforcement order?" Sun Zhankui glanced at him and said, "Who dares to act rashly without orders?"

After being choked, Weng Changsheng didn't care at all and said with a worried look: "You can't watch them die, right? Although it's the Green Camp, it's finally the Allied Army."

"Who said they are the Green Camp?" Sun Zhankui said with a smile: "When have you seen all the Green Camp equipped with muskets?"

Weng Changsheng was not stupid either, so he immediately reacted and said, "Is it a Yuanqi team training?"

"It's not too stupid."

"Then - can you win?" Weng Changsheng asked carefully.

Sun Zhankui glanced at him, and his eyes seemed to be looking at an idiot. Weng Changsheng shrank his neck and quickly turned around and left to spread the news.

George, who was marching, naturally noticed that the Qing army that came out to fight was different from what he had seen in the past. It turned out to be a musket. He vaguely realized that something was wrong with this Qing army. He guessed that the other party was most likely to be a volunteer in Shanghai or a Yuanqi regiment. However, the other party had only one thousand people and no artillery, which made him feel relieved.

The two teams quickly approached. When two miles apart, the British army stopped and began to line up, load ammunition, and set up a battle formation. Seeing this scene, Yan Yangtian also stopped and said in a deep voice: "Like the British army, two horizontal lines." The reason for imitating the British army's combat formation was to paralyze the British army as much as possible. As for loading ammunition, he saved directly. As long as in the camp, the regiments of the regiments had already loaded ammunition.

He knew very well that there were countless telescopes looking at them and observing their every move. He didn't want the other party to see any flaws.

Once they were arranged into a battle formation, the atmosphere became tense and solemn. Yan Yangtian said in a deep voice: "Press up your steps, keep your formation, and move forward!"

Amid the rustling and neat footsteps, the two teams were getting closer and closer, eight hundred meters, seven hundred meters, and six hundred meters.

Five hundred meters! Entering the range of the Minnie gun, Yan Yangtian shouted loudly: "Stop! Stop moving forward!"

George, who was holding the commanding knife to lead the team forward, saw the other party stop suddenly and hesitated for a moment. Five hundred meters, the other party actually stopped. Is he timid? Impossible! He slowed down unknowingly, and the queue that had been aiming at his hand commanding knife and then slowed down.

Slowly, George stopped, and a strong sense of anxiety suddenly arose in his heart. Seeing the queue stop, he raised his telescope and searched carefully the ground between the two armies. In the Wujia Village ambush, the enemy disguised the dug trenches very well, and he dared not be careful.

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