Nanming Engineer

Chapter 460 The Cannon is Coming

The matter of Datong is not so important to Dorgon, as long as Jiang Guan does not escape, let him stay in the predicament.The anti-Qing leader in Shanxi and even the entire Central Plains is no longer this person. The sudden emergence of Wang Huan replaced his role. Dorgon clearly realized that Wang Huan's survival was the end of the Qing Dynasty's withdrawal from the customs.

The battle outside the Shiling Pass is going on every day. Wave after wave of Han troops and Mongols, like the ebb and flow of the waves, roll up a monstrous momentum amidst the sound of horns all over the sky, and the raging waves rush towards the rock-like pass. City, and then slapped fiercely on the white Kuizhou army position, smashed into pieces, turned into a bitter aftermath, and retreated to the place of departure.

Dorgon was still holding the binoculars, standing in the back and watching all this with a blank face. He heard the sound of fighting in his ears, but it didn't arouse his emotions at all, just like watching Changbai Mountain day after day. The white snow of the day is plain and indifferent.

For a superior like him, life and death are just cold numbers. What he cares about is how far he is from the goal he wants to achieve after putting in so much effort.

The daily work and rest are very regular. The soldiers on both sides are familiar with numbness. When the time comes, they will return to camp. With a knife in hand, stepping onto the battlefield is like a schoolchild who is about to face the master's exam in school, reluctant but helpless.

All this finally came to an end on September 22.

For the first time, the Qing army did not come out early in the morning to harass them with shield carts. Instead, they closed the gates of the camps, their flags and flags died down, and they huddled in the camp. There was no movement for a day. There seemed to be a lot of people over there, gathered to watch something.

The Kuizhou army was happy to be at leisure. During this period of time, the Qing army used the method of zero-knocking brown sugar to fight day by day, which was a headache for Li Tingyu and others. Although they had firearms in hand, this style of fighting took people's endurance into consideration. Moreover, it is a huge test for the supply of gunpowder to the Kuizhou Army.

Before Wang Huan entered Shanxi, he made arrangements for his own logistics. From central Sichuan to Hanzhong, then to Xi'an, and then to Tongguan, with the strong financial support of the Kuizhou Army, a smooth transportation line was established. There is a Tunpu, a military station for ten miles, and a post station for five miles. The military station has pack horses, the post station has grass and grain, and the local soldiers in charge of road maintenance and security along the way are stationed in the post station. At the transfer station, a fort is responsible for the transportation of hundreds of miles away, changing people and horses without changing cars, and rotating day and night to ensure the smooth transportation.

This transportation line is mainly used for the transportation of grain and gunpowder. When the Shanxi rebel army solved most of the grain and grass consumption of the Kuizhou army on the spot, it was mainly used for gunpowder and newly trained soldiers in central Sichuan. Along this line, they were bumped all the way in a cart, and they were delivered continuously to Wang Huan in Shiling Pass.

Therefore, although the cost of gunpowder has always been high, there is absolutely no shortage. In the warehouse behind Shiling Pass, large barrels of gunpowder and newly-made firearms are guarded by the most elite soldiers, waiting for the moment to show their power.

Wang Huan was alert to the sudden cessation of the Qing army. After standing on the pass city and holding up the binoculars and looking towards the direction of the Qing army camp for a long time, he knocked on the stone city wall and thought for a long time, then called Ma Wannian and asked After a few words, Ma Wannian shook his head and pointed to the sky, but Wang Huan didn't ask any more questions.

As soon as the next day dawned, the Qing army couldn't wait to open the door and came out. The flags were overwhelming, and the soldiers were densely packed. They almost rushed out, crowding the entire horizon. From a distance, it seemed that there was a black wall on the horizon.

Li Tingyu yelled loudly, and tirelessly ordered his soldiers to quickly take their positions. Yesterday, the trenches and horses that had been destroyed by the Qing army in the past few days were repaired, and there were many sharp studs.

He had a premonition that the Qing army stopped for a day, and it was definitely not going to take a break to find a girl. The ordinary people in the hundreds of miles around here had long since fled, and no one was found alive. There was nothing else except going into the mountains to hunt wild boars and rabbits. Entertainment show.

Holding the spear tightly in his hand, he nervously looked at the large formation of the Qing army through the wooden fence on the low wall. The number of beating heads like a cloud told him that this time the Qing army was definitely not as harassing as it was a few days ago attack.

It's time to play for real.

Generally, in such a decisive battle posture, there must be something like a secret weapon pressing the formation, what could it be?

Li Tingyu was very curious. He recalled what Wang Huan had said the day before when he called a meeting of the senior officers of each battalion.

"Isn't it really a cannon in red?" He frowned and tried to open his eyes wide. The figures of the Qing army were shaking, and there were bullocks dragging heavy objects in the shadow of the flag.

Looking at it, Li Tingyu's pupils shrank: "Straight mother thief! There really are red cannons!"

Hundreds of bullocks and strong horses poured out from both sides of the Qing army formation at a very slow speed, with long and strong ropes around their bodies. Behind them, a strong figure of a shiny black red cannon appeared , a cannon is as tall as a person, and the slightly raised muzzle is like a beam of a house, and the powerful oxen and horses are dragging them, and they are struggling, which shows the weight of these guys.

Dorgon looked at these dark guys, with a smile on his face, fierce eyes flashing, his body straightened, holding the reins in his hands, wishing he could immediately fire all the guns and smash down the hateful road between the two mountains on the opposite side. It is best to blast Wang Huan to death in the pile of rocks, that would be the best.

But there is no rush, a red cannon weighs several thousand catties, and it has to be put into position slowly to build a position before it can be put into use. Turning them over is no easy task.

The artillerymen of the Wuzhenchao Ha Battalion were working in full swing. Dorgon and others watched eagerly. The soldiers everywhere were lining up. When the artillery was in place, it was time for the overall attack.

After dragging on this mountain for so long, today finally came to an end.

In the passionate atmosphere, no one noticed that a small shadow flew by in the sky.

The black shadow flew very fast, passing through the formation of the Qing army like a shooting star, circled around Shiling Pass, aimed at the position, and plunged down.

Ma Wannian stretched out his left hand, a thick layer of cowhide gloves was tied on his arm, the black shadow fell down, and when he was about to hit the ground, he suddenly stretched out a pair of black and white wings, and slammed it twice to slow down the falling momentum, beautiful He fell down, and a pair of sharp claws firmly grasped Ma Wannian's arm.

This is a Saker falcon, brown all over, with only white feathers on the tip of a pair of wings. It is moderately built, agile and ferocious, with a pair of shining eyes.

Wang Huan glanced at it, looked at it and said: "This eagle is really powerful. It can find you thousands of miles away. There are indeed capable people in the tribe of Ben Talhan."

Ma Wannian reached out and took out a roll of paper from a thin metal tube on the Saker Falcon's leg, and handed it to Wang Huan with both hands. Moved up and down, not letting him touch it.

Ma Wannian smiled wryly, shook his head, took out a piece of meat from his waist, and fed it to the falcon's beak. Another piece of paper was dried and the ink was dried, rolled up and placed in the thin tube on the falcon's leg, and Ma Wannian raised his arms, and the falcon let out a long cry, soaring into the sky, and went straight into the clouds.

The people on the ground watched the big bird leave. Wang Huan clapped his hands, his eyes became sharp, and he smiled at Ma Xintian and Li Dingguo who were standing beside him: "The north side is already in place, now it depends on our side. Since Dorgon wants If he fights, we will fight with him."

He waved his hand, facing the waiting Qing army in formation under the rising sun, he stepped on one foot, stepped on the stone in the crenel, and pressed one hand on his knee, his white armor was shining, his head was held high, like a proud eagle.

"In this battle, I thought it would take a little effort to dispatch Dorgon's entire army, but I didn't know that he was more anxious than us. Hehe, whatever, gentlemen, let's go."

The fist slammed down in the air: "Hit him like hell!"

(End of this chapter)