Chapter 115: The mule is not blind

He is a Mongolian.

It is a custom of the Mongolians that those who are higher than the wheels have been killed for hundreds of years.

When Genghis Khan was young, he escaped death because he was short and not taller than the wheel. Now the descendants of the Golden Family have become lackeys in the Qing Dynasty and become accomplices of Duoduo.

The Mongolian soldiers in the Eight Banners have a long history. Although they are dependent on the Manchus, they have their own system, which is considered to be a part of the Qing army with quite good combat effectiveness.

With Duoduo's invasion of fire, the most advantageous method should be to defeat Yangzhou as quickly as possible. There is only one reason why Mongolian soldiers did not advance eastward with the main force.

The Manchus did not trust the new Han army, or were skeptical about the combat effectiveness of the Han army, so they handed over the logistics line to the Mongols.

"Brother Lu, you should eat this lunch at a high price." Li Si used a grass stick to draw the dry land, simply drawing the general situation: "This area, especially the south of Dunan Mountain and north of Shiliang River, must have a logistics supply line for the Tatars..."

"How do you know..." The maximum reconnaissance range of horse-riding infantry reached near Shilianghe. Li Si actually knew the enemy situation in a further area. Lu Bingyin was going to ask why, but when this brother had a god-like control over the overall situation and a demon-like wisdom, the old Lu stopped asking.

"And I also know that the Mongols must be transporting food, fodder and military supplies to Duoduo. The mission of your cavalry camp is to detect the opponent's troops and the general route of travel as much as possible." Li Si looked at the closest brother Lu: "I will not wait for your information here, but will lead the troops to advance quickly, so before noon tomorrow, you must find out the general situation of the enemy."

"Mongols? Before noon tomorrow?" Lu Bingyin touched the tobacco pot on his waist, took it out and put it back: "There is no problem for our horse stair camp. The army is so anxious that it will be more than 100 miles a day and night. The brothers' physical strength will definitely not be able to keep up. Even if they can barely reach it, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced..."

The old group of veterans who died in the village protection team in Laolu hated the Mongols more than the Manchu soldiers.

In which year did the border residents at the Great Wall Pass not be robbed by the Eight Banners of Mongolia? They have been bullied less? But this did not make an old corpse like Lu Bingyin fight desperately with the Mongols.

"I know this. Now the situation is urgent and I can't take care of it."

"You have a big idea, I just pick up some missing things. Since you have already made up for the calculation, I will not say anything." Lao Lu stood up and left: "It's nothing for people to eat or not. Horses can't be hungry. I'll ask people to add ingredients to the horses..."

Judging from the rapid progress of the Qing army, Duoduo's vanguard is about to arrive in Yangzhou. Li Si even had the idea of ​​rushing his troops eastward to directly reinforce Yangzhou...

When Li Si thought of the blood that poured on the sky in Yangzhou, he was a little confused. He had to make impulsive moves with a fever several times. Every time he forced himself to suppress this impulse and tried his best to calm himself down.

It is certain to go to Yangzhou, but it is not to be trapped in an isolated city with Shi Kefa...

The sun had just tilted a little, and when most of the soldiers had just picked up their jobs, the horse stairs camp was scattered out. The figures that were far away from the sand and soil for a long time attracted many people to cheer in unison.

In theory, there are many big and small wars I have experienced, and I should have had a calm mind. However, at this time, Li Si couldn't calm down no matter what he said, so he just wandered around the camp casually.

More than a hundred pig iron cannons were scattered in one stroke, and the draggable horses were loaded with materials. The neat little cannons were so stingy that they could not show the mighty power that the king of firearms should have.

Even in this era, this pig iron cannon weighing 400 kilograms was considered an inconspicuous thing, and its range and power were not comparable to the mainstream cannons at that time. However, Li Si insisted on casting such an outdated iron cannon, which made many people unable to understand.

Casting cannons is not only as simple as pouring iron into the mold, but also involves many related departments. The purity of iron smelting alone is difficult to master. The army to die is not as large as the craftsman team as the Ming Dynasty's Ministry of Works, and there is no mature casting process system. It is unwilling to cast the popular giant cannons at that time in a short period of time.

As for the red-clothed cannons that can be several thousand or even tens of thousands of pounds, it is really difficult to get the army to die. Even if they get it, they cannot exert their due power.

Those cannons are mostly used for attack and defense in cities, but they show their clumsy and slow flaws in field battles. The city that the dead army has no fighting can be defended. They mainly fight in field battles. The focus is on killing the enemy's vitality in sports. The maneuvering and flexible characteristics of small iron cannons are more suitable.

The practicality of weapons is a priority for Li Si, and he has no mind to pay attention to it as forward-looking.

The artillery battalion with only more than four surging people was formed behind the artillery group, and it was also the battalion with the least number of people in the death army.

The entire artillery battalion had only more than 400 people, and the battalion officer was a ruined house named Fu Erbiao.

This blind Fu Er, the blind man of Fu Er, looked very vulgar and had the habit of being lustful. He was very hateful by some women. Fu Er, was originally a servant in the Zhou royal palace of Kaifeng, but was kicked out of the royal palace because he had a miserable relationship with the maid in the mansion.

Later, Li Zicheng fought against Kaifeng for three times, and this pervert actually responded to the call of King Zhou and helped the army defend the city three times. It was precisely because of this talisman's eyes that he got the nickname of a blind man. Although this incompetent guy had small eyes, he was a good player in using cannon bombardment. At that time, he was in charge of the nine cannons at the end of Kaifeng's city.

Later, Li Zicheng flooded Kaifeng and the King of Zhou failed to escape. However, this vulgar guy escaped without any harm and became a member of the thousands of disaster victims in Henan.

After surrendering to the dead army, due to his talent in artillery operation, Li Si suddenly took advantage of Li Si's special case and became an artillery battalion officer.

Now, Fu Er blind man leaned against the bowl with one hand and pointed his fingers and bragged the cowhide to the sky: "You know that widow in Shucheng, how many matchmakers who can talk to him have been invited, and he has to pay money to marry me old Fu..."

"Just just talk nonsense. Why did I hear that you were paying your own salary to others, and you were driven out when you came to your door? Didn't it?"

"Hehe, I and that pretty widow have always been together. Isn't it the same for anyone to give whoever is the money?" Fu Er blind man blushed his face to conceal his "heroic deeds".

"Have you slept?" The soldiers of the artillery battalion began to cheer.

"I've been asleep, I've been asleep for a long time. The pretty widow's white body is so greedy that I'm so greedy..."

"I heard that widow also has a ten-year-old son. Did he call him your father?"

"That little bastard never looks straight... It's almost screaming, it's about to scream soon." As soon as he talked about this, the blind Fu Er's energy and spirit came up. He put the bowl in his leg bend, and the big business was full of courage, as if he was the greatest hero in the world: "Loyalty Bo rewarded my property and I was going to give it to the widow. Then the little bastard won't be able to recognize me as his biological father? That little... Li... Commander Li is here, I'm telling the brothers our little iron cannon, haha, brothers, are you? Tell me quickly, are we talking about the little iron cannon?"

The cowhide was blowing to the limit when he suddenly found Li Si looking behind him with a smile. Fu Er's blind man hurriedly winked everyone with a red face. The soldiers of the cannon camp held back their laughter and agreed in unison: "Yes, yes, how can it not be... Haha..."

"What's wrong with our little cannon?"

"It's just a little small, no... not... hehe, really not." Fu Er blind man couldn't find the right word for a moment, just smiled dryly to hide his embarrassment.

"The wolves drive away tigers, and thousands of ants are addicted to elephants. Our small cannons are amazing even if we have too many small cannons," Li Si smiled and said, "The iron cannon is small, but if there are horses to drag, it is also flexible and mobile."

"Hey, don't mention any horses. A few days ago, Lu Bingyin exchanged more than a dozen good horses from me with a horse. I thought that I could handle the horse with strength and control, so I could change it if I changed it." Fu Er's blind man jumped and cursed Lu Bingyin: "Who knew that Lu Bingyin's shamelessness had several mules mixed in the horse's head. I went to confront him. He also said that mules could also pull carts, and I was using it. Can the damn pull carts and pull cannons be the same?"
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