Beiyang new warlord

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Ban Dingyuan is Banchao, the Marquis of Dingyuan in the Western Han Dynasty. He became famous in the first battle as an envoy to Shanshan. The king of Shanshan was afraid of the Northern Huns and did not dare to ally with the Han. Banchao led a 36-member mission to attack the Huns mission at night, beheaded and defeated them. More than 100 envoys of the Huns threw the head of the envoy of the Huns on the table of the king of Shanshan. The king of Shanshan was so frightened that he almost lost his courage. Since then, he has stood firmly on the side of the big man.

Dongjiang has resources among the Mongolian tribesmen, and even Song Xiance, the swordsman and archer, has already contacted him. As long as he gives an order, someone from Tumed will attack and kill Jierhalang. He couldn't even open his mouth to speak clearly, let the Mongolian tribe fight first in the upper reaches of the Liaohe River, even if Huang Taiji had the ability to reach the sky, he would not be able to mobilize this army.

But this plan was rejected by Mao Jue, which put the plan to contain Mongolia in a very unstable situation. At this juncture, Mao Jue still wanted to make a big move, which really made it hard for Song Xiance to understand.

His eyes moved to the black iron cabinet below. Hearing Song Xiance's doubts, Mao Jue called Song Xiance by his name, and asked in a flat voice.

"Mr. Fu, even if we add [-] Mongols, will our army have no chance of winning?"

"Well, I have strong soldiers and strong horses in Dongjiang, and my firearms are unparalleled in the world. Even if there are [-] Mongolian light cavalry, my army is no match for the frontal battlefield."

"But, these people are like mosquitoes, harassing our border supply lines and storming pastures, it is also troublesome!"

"The second question, Mr. Fugong, Huang Taiji must think that I, Mao Jue, don't think Mongolian cavalry will join the battlefield, right?"

This question was a mouthful, but Song Xiance felt thoughtful when he heard it.

"General, this is a dangerous move!"

"News came from Shaanxi that our Supervisor Yuan arrested and beheaded He Renlong at a banquet under order! Master Yuan, I know him. After the Dongjiang incident, he was extremely cautious in dealing with any of his generals. Yulin Township has a high reputation and has a lot of elite soldiers, if it weren't for our good emperor of the capital, His Majesty, he would not easily deal with He Renlong with such drastic measures!"

"Your Majesty can't sit still anymore! The imperial court has a deck of cards in its hand! Yuan Chonghuan, the Qin army who has only been in Qin for a year, will not be favored by the general, and we don't have much time left!"

Mao Jue's eyes kept looking into the distance, and Song Xiance's shoulders couldn't help but tremble when he listened to the plain words. Mao Jue had never mentioned these plans to his subordinates before. In his words, he had already encountered the collapse of the dynasty. , The world is in chaos!This is not only a disaster, but also an opportunity for Dongjiang!

The world! It's not the fake world like the Japanese country, but the real world!Song Xiance was so excited that he even trembled.

On April [-]th, Jilin Wula went to the newly built road on the front line of Siping City. The heavy carriages pulled cannons of various calibers and formed a long queue. It is endless, and it is obvious that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building.

"Master, you are looking for me!"

The door of the office of the governor's mansion in Wula, Jilin was knocked open again, but Sun Chuanting in military uniform came in

Chapter 492. The core person

Today Mao Jue looks very formal. Although he is not wearing armor or official uniform, he is still wearing the narrow-sleeved uniform jacket and trousers that Dongjiang has promoted. It looks a bit like a British admiral, but the patterns on it are all unique to China. The totem, like cloud pattern, golden crow pattern, and the edge of gold thread, looks extremely solemn.

It's just that this thin appearance still makes Sun Chuanting, who is used to loose clothes and loose belts, feel a little awkward. Although he has to admit that this not only leaves fabrics, but also makes people's movements much easier. When he was in the [-]th factory, all the directors Such is the uniform of leadership.

It's like King Zhao Wuling's Hufu riding and shooting!Although useful, it is always blinding.

Thoughts were fleeting, Sun Chuanting bowed respectfully and said, "Master, are you summoning the last general?"

"Master Sun, you are an old senior, so don't treat me like a rising star here."

"Master, the last general is just a sinner. You are the governor of the Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty, and the etiquette cannot be discarded!"

Sun Chuanting cupped his fists respectfully and bowed, but Mao Jue couldn't help frowning with his attitude. Until now, Sun Chuanting still cared about his identity as a sinner, and still favored the court!

But there was nothing to do, suppressing the unhappiness on his face, Mao Jue still put on a kind and relaxed look, regardless of his respect, and then started to talk to him.

"Master Sun, are you used to staying in Dongjiang?"

"Returning to the supervisor, thanks to the care of the supervisor, everything in Chuanting is safe in Dongjiang, the family is warm and healthy, and even the dog can study in the factory in the factory. Everything is the kindness of the supervisor!"

It’s good to know! Mao Jue is also slightly proud of being praised by such a fierce man in history. This Mr. Sun can be a man, unlike another stubborn old man who still yells at himself from time to time in Mudanjiang Academy!Thinking about it, the corners of Mao Jue's mouth twitched slightly again, and then walked around in circles.

"The people from Hegang, the workers from the [-]th Factory, and your subordinates, what do you think, Mr. Sun?"

"Master, what are your orders? But it's okay!"

I also wanted to play some family cards, but this old guy got impatient!Looking at Sun Chuanting's serious face, Mao Jue's expression changed from relaxed to serious.

"Ben is about to launch an attack! Just like Hong Chengchou, the governor of Jiliao, who poured 19 troops into the Liaozuo fiercely, regardless of the consequences, and will never die or return!"

"Ula City in Jilin is the rear area of ​​the army. I will leave you with 3 people, most of whom will be recruited in your Hegang town. Can you protect these young people like you protect the township brothers?"

Mao Jue obviously meant something, and even Sun Chuanting couldn't help but repeat it in amazement.

"Like Hong Chengchou"

After all, he is a smart person, just for a moment, as if a spark flickered in his mind, Sun Chuanting was so in a hurry that he didn't even care about etiquette.

"Mao Jue, do you want to?"

"Can it be done?"

After another few seconds of silence, Sun Chuanting performed a Dongjiang military salute with difficulty, stood at attention and slammed his right fist in front of his left chest and heart.

"The army of the dead is also there!"

It seems that Sun Chuanting regards Hegang Town and the [-]th Factory as his hometown. Even if he still refuses to be loyal to himself, being loyal to this second hometown and protecting the young people of the township party is enough to inspire him The fighting will to come.

The key to the whole battle was Sun Chuanting. Watching him go out, the seriousness on Mao Jue's face could not go away for a long time. After a long time, he finally pulled the bell on the wall.

"Sakura! Pack up, we are ready to go!"

The last part of the Dongjiang garrison escorted food, grass and artillery shells, which also integrated a mighty group army, and marched southward. Standing on the newly built south gate of Jilin City, which still smells like cement, Yuan Dabao looked down enviously.

"Tsk tsk, it's really unfair! Even those who resist hoes in Acheng Vladivostok can go south to fight slaves. We, Hegang, who specialize in guns, are here to see their hometown! 30 taels of silver for a head! It's enough for these old hats to send a hair. It's the pen!"

As Sun Chuanting's deputy, Hegang Guerrilla General, he, once one of the best generals in Xiaoyuan's battalion, had to be tied here as well.

It's just that Sun Chuanting's attention was not on him at all. He was bent over and looking into the city.A large number of troops went out, making the streets originally designed for running cavalry a lot wider, allowing eight horses to stretch out.

Five huge black iron boxes were dragged on the four-wheeled wagon loaded with food. These things were heavy, and the war horses pulling them were all wheezing and panting, and there were more than 80 people with them. The No. [-] sergeant hissed at the back and tried his best to help push the cart.

Sun Chuanting, an officer who shouted in front, also knew Sun Chun, the veteran of the Dongjiang Artillery Commander and Mao Jue's old subordinate.Such a thin guy with more than 80 artillery pieces and five bulky big boxes are the life-saving hairs that Mao Jue handed over to him before he left.Sun Chuanting has been in the army for so many years, but he still hasn't figured out what use these heavy guys are in fighting thousands of troops.

While he was thinking hard, Yuan Dabao didn't know how many times his complaints finally reached Sun Chuanting's ears, and he finally responded.

"30 taels of silver for a head? Humph! This time you have enough heads! I hope you can still cut them off!"

"Mr. Jun, what do you mean, we still have a chance to go to the battlefield?"

All of a sudden, Yuan Dabao grinned and shouted excitedly to ask, but Sun Chuanting turned into a dull gourd again and ignored him at all, turned around and walked down the city wall. He really couldn't bear his curiosity, so he wanted to study these iron guys carefully.

It was Yuan Dabao who was suffering, his heart was like a cat scratching, chasing after him, his legs thumping down the stairs, he couldn't help screaming sadly.

"Master Sun, Grandpa Sun! If we have a chance to be transferred to the front line, you always give me a good word!"

Liaoyuan battlefield.

The terrible sniper battle has been going on for more than half a month. On the banks of the Huifa River, the cement fortress Dongjiang built himself has been blown away by cannons, and the entire hill position is riddled with holes. The mountain where they are located is rushing to help Siping City. In the past half month, the large-scale legion battle that Dorgon was expecting did not take place once, and it was just an angry and maddening long-range shooting every day.

The cannon roared and blossomed above the head, and then the infantry did not attack when they advanced more than 100 meters, and they relied on muskets to shoot at their Qing people's bows and arrows.It is not without reason that Britain carried out the longbow reform and abandoned the longbow, which has almost become the skill of the whole people, and chose muskets. On the battlefield, even the most primitive firearms at that time were more reliable than longbows, and the effective killing of flintlock guns was At about 100 meters, there are only 100 to [-] bows and arrows, and it is true that they can shoot more than [-] meters, but the only one who can guarantee the accuracy at that distance is Yang Youji.