Shandong, Qingdao Fortress.

Zhang Ying walked in the traffic trench more than two meters high in a half-old coat. The heat from his mouth formed a mass of fog. Behind him was an artillery squad, carrying a 24-pound light mortar cannon. Wherever he passed, both veterans and new recruits greeted him, and even the two second lieutenants seemed very enthusiastic.

"Oh, Lao Zhang, you are still very proud of your face. You can transfer this guy from the artillery company." The lieutenant in charge of the frontier smiled and patted Zhang Ying's shoulder. Zhang Ying grinned and left with his fists.

When they arrived at the forefront, a few people came to us. These people were carrying two or more rifled muskets on their backs, so they were naturally hunters. The leader was a middle-aged man and Zhang Ying's fellow villager. When he saw him coming, he handed him a cigarette and lit it with his own hands. The man was named Zhang Ze, an elite hunter. The eighteen battle records carved on the buttstock of the rifle in his hand can prove his ability.

"It's here, there is a ignorant person on the other side who is playing with us. I'm sorry, brother." Zhang Ze said with a smile.

Zhang Ying asked his brothers to unfold the mortar in the cannon position and smoked two cigarettes with Zhang Ze to get up and prepare to work. Zhang Ze called out, "Get the eagle's iron helmet."

The armor of cold weapons such as armor that had been eliminated by the main forces of the United States was only used by a small number of troops such as Hussars, and hunters were one of them. However, hunters were only used in positional warfares. The iron helmets of hunters were different from those of the Ming and Qing dynasties. The stamped iron helmets were strengthened in front of the stamped iron helmets. This iron helmet was because of its strong defense. The bird guns and the clamping guns of the Qing army could not penetrate at all.

After putting on the iron helmet, Zhang Ying jumped onto the ground and hid behind the chest wall. He observed the situation on the opposite side. Almost all kinds of fortifications are found in the eyes, such as horse-resistance, bamboo guns, caltrops, and various horse-blocking ditches, chest walls and cannons. Zhang Ze lay beside Zhang Ying. The two of them observed carefully. Soon, a head wearing an iron helmet was poked out from the trench opposite, as if observing here. Zhang Ze pointed and said, "It must be that guy who is cheating on us again."

Zhang Ying took out a piece of cloth, wiped the mist on the telescope, and observed it carefully. Sure enough, one hundred and fifty meters away, under the iron helmet was straw rather than mouth and nose. He was not surprised.

Since the vanguard led the vanguard to teach the Qing army of Qingzhou camp with rockets, the main force of the United States cavalry swept the surrounding area of ​​Qingzhou before the beginning of winter. Before the Qing Dynasty's Beijing reinforcements arrived, Gao Feng had led the troops of the Beiyang War Zone to set up the army camp in the front of the Qingzhou camp. It was also covered with fortifications, with firepower stacked with firepower, and neither side could do anything to each other.

Both sides have conducted large-scale tests, but except for leaving corpses all over the ground in the 100-meter blank area between the enemy and us, it is almost useless. Although both sides are hiding in the trenches and all kinds of direct cannons have lost their meaning, it is impossible to continue using soil work, because as long as you enter within 100 meters, you may encounter overwhelming grenades. After all, the front is intertwined, and no one knows how far the other party is from them. Therefore, it is no longer important whether the Qing reinforcements arrive, and the two sides are in a stalemate.

Various small-scale sneak attacks at the forefront have become the only way of combat. Of course, the broader way of combat is cold guns and cold cannons, which gives the army hunters great room to play.

There were no professional sniper troops such as hunters in the Qing army, which was not that they could not recognize the impact of cold guns and cold cannons on morale. However, the Qing army did not assemble rifled guns on a large scale. When using smoothbore guns, whether it was flintlocks or flint guns, the hit rate was more determined by luck. Of course, the Qing army also mobilized crossbow archers in the army to fight, but the army directly extended the distance to 150 meters, which destroyed all the Qing army's abilities.

During this period, the frontier of the Qing army was already scared. As long as the head was exposed, it was very likely that the head would be shot by a sudden shot. However, there were also those who didn't know how to die to play with hunters. Zhang Ze and others were teased several times, so they invited a mortar cannon. The rifled rifle cannot turn, but the shells fired by the mortar can be!

This twenty-four-pound mortar was originally eliminated from the United States military sequence. After all, the United States already has a howitzer that can also fire the trajectory. However, in positional warfare, the twenty-four-pound mortar, which is less than 80 kilograms, has revitalized its vitality again because its mobility is so good and its range exceeds 150 meters.

"Fry a shot and let them relax their guard!" Zhang Ying ordered.

Zhang Ze took a loaded rifle from his subordinates, aimed at the disguised head, and shot it, one hundred and fifty meters. A sharp shooter like Zhang Ze shot with no mistakes and hit it directly. The iron helmet was holed and landed in the trench, and there was a flying straw.

Zhang Ying had calculated the orientation and distance and jumped into the cannon pit. The twenty-four-pound mortar had no servo structure at all. It was just a mortar that was fixed on a solid square wood. Zhang Ying briefly adjusted it and returned to the observation position, indicating that the artillery was ready. With the order, the artillery began the artillery performance.

Reloading the launching medicine, loading the shells, puncture the launching medicine package, pouring in the lead-in gunpowder, igniting the shell fuse, and igniting the lead-in gunpowder. This artillery team quickly completed the first round of shooting in a fixed process. Before the explosion came, the artillery had already reset the artillery, loaded it again, ignited, fired, and reset!

Four shells were fired in succession, and the bronze cannon body was already hot. Zhang Ying ordered people to stop shooting. Zhang Ze kept lying there to observe and saw the broken limbs flying around with his own eyes. Although he didn't know if the one who was killed by the ignorant life or death, he finally let out a vent of anger.

The Qing army's reaction was also very fast. After a few moments, the sound of cannons rumbling, and the counterattack began. The Qing army also had various mortars in its hands, and even dug holes to install some trenchers to throw explosives. However, at this time, the counterattack had no target at all and was just fighting randomly.

In the Qing army trenches, Bai Liansheng hid in the trench with his head in his arms, either with soil or all kinds of internal organs. In recent days, he used an iron helmet and wooden stick to play with his opponent's hunting soldiers. He was actually just a manchurian servant. He usually held a sword in his hand to supervise everyone to dig trenches. In the past few days, he became scheming and tricked the opponent into shooting. He thought that he was playing and asking his master for credit, but he never thought that he would encounter such a round of artillery attacks.

Not only was Baoyi killed on the spot, but several Manchu soldiers who came to watch the show and gambling were also killed. Bai Liansheng saw a cannonball the size of a head fell into the crowd, smashing the head of a Manchu soldier, and then swept away more than a dozen people around him.

"Get up, dog slave, your master is dead. From now on, you will be my slave!" In the thick smoke, a man pulled Bai Liansheng's neck and pulled it up. Bai Liansheng saw that he was another coat leader, who was familiar with the original "master". The "master" was so cute that he was so happy that the Manchu master was rolled. Now he was blown to death. How could this guy be unhappy?

Bai Liansheng was originally from Daming Mansion in Zhili. He was arrested by the Qing reinforcements who went south and became a strong man. The person who arrested them was the one in front of them. He saw that this guy chopped down his boss with his own eyes, very cruel and vicious. Now that he saw that he was still going to be violent and sent to his slavery, he could no longer contain his anger. Seeing the smoke of guns and cannons spreading on the fronts between the east and the west, he gritted his teeth and had the intention to escape to the opposite side.

Bai Liansheng was pulled back by the silk man and walked into the guma ditch. After he touched him randomly, he touched a Shun knife in the trench. The hand holding half of the hand on the hilt. Bai Liansheng didn't care about it. He grabbed Shun knife, slipped it, and cut the coated thigh. The coated lingered on the ground. Bai Liansheng knew that he was wearing cotton armor and rushed over, trying to stab him with Shun knife, but was caught by the silk man.

The two rolled and fought each other. Although the body size of Baoyun was roughly the same as that of Bai Liansheng, in the past two months since he was caught, Bai Liansheng had to eat braised vegetables every day and did a lot of physical work. He was already tired and lost his appearance. However, Baoyun had no shortage of food and clothing and was still strong, so he was not the opponent in the fight.

"I killed you, the slave!" Baoyi grinned.

Bai Liansheng knew that if he could not kill this guy, he would definitely die. He had already been ruthless and there was no way out. Seeing that the iron helmet on Baoyi's head had already fallen off, Bai Liansheng used all his strength and hit Baoyi's head hard. After hitting seven or eight consecutive times, both of them were dizzy. Baoyi was knocked to his mouth and nose, his face was covered with blood, and he could no longer see clearly. He grabbed Bai Liansheng's back waist tightly. Bai Liansheng hit him a few times, and he felt dazed when he opened his eyes. He didn't know where the Shundao was and could not find the right thing left and right, so he reached out to pick up his opponent's eyes.

The eyeball was shattered like a fish bubble, and a loud scream came from the coat's mouth, but Bai Liansheng inserted his fingers in with all his strength, feeling the fingers warm, but the person under him was silent.

He shook his head and fell to the side with a heavy breath. His head was still buzzing. He paused for a moment. He heard that the guns and cannons around him were gone, but there were still smoke. Bai Liansheng reached out and touched the coat, took out a few pieces of silver, turned over the trench, ran away, shouting, "I'm here to surrender, don't shoot, don't shoot!"

It's also a blessing that the two sides had just started fire, and the front was filled with smoke. Bai Liansheng was lucky enough to escape to the fortifications of the army. He knelt on the ground and surrendered with his head in his arms. However, he was already scared out of his courage until he was thrown into the prisoner's camp, and he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of being beheaded if he said the wrong thing.

"Do you eat cakes or steamed buns? It's just the same thing as stewing." A tall man sat in front of him, holding two bowls in his hand.

"Really... really give it to you?" Bai Liansheng couldn't believe it. The steamed cakes and steamed buns looked particularly white, but they were made of fine noodles, and the aroma of meat came from the two bowls.

The man threw the steamed cake into his arms, then put a bowl of stewed cakes on the stone slab in front of him, and sat aside and started eating on his own. Bai Liansheng didn't suspect that he had him, so he grabbed it and ate it in big mouthfuls. Not to mention the fatty meat in the stewed cakes, he hadn't eaten it for several years.

Bai Liansheng was a student. When the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, his family was robbed. However, because of his eloquence, he worked as a tea doctor in Daming Mansion. He also told some stories and news to the tea drinkers and could get some money. However, there were four people in the family, so they were hard to live. As he ate, he started crying. The man around him hurriedly persuaded him.

"Why do I think your voice is familiar?" said the man.

Bai Liansheng wiped his tears: "I also think your voice is familiar to you, brother."

The two of them answered one-on-one and found out that they had an authentic fellow accent. The man scratched his head and said, "My name is Liu Dali. I shouted all the calls in this movie. I had a loud voice, so I had this job."

The army persuaded the Qing army to surrender. Most of the people who shouted were Baoyi who had just escaped or came from other ways. The bitterness and revenge were deep and the enslaved people on the other side, because Baoyi was mostly arrested locally or on the way to the Qing reinforcements. The language was different, so they naturally arranged different people. There were few people from Zhili who came to join him. Liu Dali was one of the few, and because of his loud voice, he was more valued.

"Hello, Brother Liu, my name is Bai Liansheng, a native of Daming Mansion." Bai Liansheng said honestly.

Liu Dali slapped his thigh and said, "I said your voice is familiar. It turns out that it is Brother Bai. Aren't you in the tea shop outside the East City of Daming Mansion? Oh, I pass there for many years and I always listen to you talk about it."

"Yes, that's me!" Bai Liansheng said.

Liu Dali was short of Bai Liansheng's identity and said, "Brother Bai, you voted for it at the right time. What the master here needs is a talent like you."

As he said that, Liu Dali got up and took Bai Liansheng to the depths of the prisoner camp. The places where the prisoners lived were simple nests. Rows of prisoners carried shovels and hoes to work, and then they gathered their tools to start eating. Bai Liansheng asked, "Brother Liu, do I work the same as them?"

"You don't need it!" Liu Dali said: "Brother, you are good at speaking and literate, so you should join the propaganda team."

"What is a propaganda team?" Bai Liansheng asked.

Liu Dali explained: "The propaganda team is like a troupe at a temple fair, playing and singing, and saying that it is okay to learn to sing, but what the master here wants to tell. The story of Yue Fei and Grandpa Yue you told in the tea shop in the past is very good. I think, the mobilization officer will be able to like you."

Bai Liansheng asked, "Just tell me about it? Who should I tell you?"

"The soldiers here, we prisoners, and the people on the other side, said that they would tell the people if they had the chance." Liu Dali said.
Chapter completed!