After confirming the entire plan for the last time, Dong Weiguo asked his subordinates to organize the troops separately, so that the sailors and Ding Zhuang could have a full meal. As for the envoy Dong, he also had to take this opportunity to eat something. On the way to Jiujiang, Dong Weiguo was worried about gains and losses and had no appetite. In addition, he was busy on the way and had no rest time.

"It'll be fine after tonight." Now everything is ready, only the east wind is needed. The good news that the commander of the Yangtze River Navy is still Mu Tan also made Dong Weiguo relax and he would not be unable to swallow it.

Soon the guard cooked a pot of rice and brought it into Dong Weiguo's camp. The side dishes were pickled vegetables. If it were put in the past, Dong Buzheng would definitely not be able to eat this kind of meal. Even if he didn't have time to ask for fresh meat, vegetables, and fish from the surrounding prefectures and counties, he always had to take one fish? But since this time, Dong Weiguo put down all his official airs. He knew that he had no way out and devoted himself to this military adventure, and did not give up any energy to pay attention to diet or daily life.

It was because of the constant good news today that Dong Buzheng regained some of his sense of smell. The aroma of rice that came into his nose made him feel enlarged. While using chopsticks to put the rice and pickled vegetables into his mouth, Dong Weiguo looked at the hydrological map of Hukou carefully - this map on the table Dong Weiguo has seen it many times. He has walked this road many times, but every time he read it again, it always gives Dong Weiguo greater hope, and can also make his mood calmer and relax a little.

The shrill whistle sounded without warning. Dong Weiguo raised his head blankly and moved his gaze from the map on the table to the guards in front of the camp gate. His mouth was filled with rice grains that had not been chewed, and there was a pickled vegetable stick on his chopsticks.

The guards in front of Dong Wei's state camp looked up at the sky one after another, and the arrows flew into the air from several directions around the camp. Most of the Qing troops in the camp had just finished cooking supper and were sitting around the campfire to start eating. After hearing the movement, many soldiers raised their heads in confusion and looked in the air.

When most of the Qing soldiers went to have dinner, a small number of sentries were deployed around the camp. They had been patrolling slowly along the edge of the camp, scanning the movements around them.

When they first heard the sound of these sound arrows, the sentries stopped and looked up at the trajectories shot into the air in a conditioned manner. There was only one, two officers who reacted very quickly did not waste time on these sound arrows, but shook their whole body and hurriedly looked at the place where the sound arrows were shot out.

The fastest-reacting Qing army officer turned his eyes to a suspicious place beside the woods at the first moment after hearing a sound. The trajectory in the sky made him feel the arrow hiding in it.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from beside him. The officer subconsciously turned sideways and then felt something hitting his shoulder near his neck.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two more sounds came almost at the same time, and a loud shout came out. The officer heard the pain in his voice, and at the same time he could not help but fall to the ground.

When they were rushing to the ground, the officer saw a few people wearing tree bark and with grass circles popping up from not far away. They were half kneeling on the ground, still hiding in the long grass below their waists, holding crossbows or iron bows in their hands, some were empty, and some were still aiming at him.

"Have the thief touched it so close?" The Qing army officer covered the wound inserted into his shoulder blade, fell to the ground weakly, and his heart was filled with an amazement: "When did they crawl over?"

Zheng Yaojun was wearing a straw raincoat woven with weeds and vines, and the hat on his head was filled with thatch and wild flowers. At noon, they had already arrived near the Qing army camp and waited for orders. They spent nearly an hour slowly climbing from the woods to the near the Qing army patrol line.

Among the Ming army infantry departing from Chengdu, it consisted of one thousand standing troops and seven thousand conscripted troops. Generally, a standing army soldier will serve as the squad leader, bringing seven or eight conscripts. However, the Ming army shooters who came to the Qing army patrol line today were all the standing troops of the capital. Now almost half of the standing army officers and soldiers are in the hands of Mu Tan. Yesterday, he heard him report that an unknown number of Qing troops lurking nearby to spy on the Ming army in Jiujiang, Deng Ming transferred a large number of standing troops from Zhou Kaihuang and Ren Tang to supplement them to Mu Tan, and temporarily handed over the command of fifty three wall knights to him.

At the last team meeting before the war, the second lieutenant introduced Mu Tan's final plan to Zheng Yaojun and others. At this time, the Ming army had discovered that the Qing army was not strong and was not the elite Nanchang that Mu Tan had guessed at first, so he planned to kill them in one place instead of killing or harassing them. The Ming army would start attacking when the Qing army was having dinner, using continuous arrows as a signal, which was not only a signal to launch an attack, but also briefly attracted the attention of the Qing army sentries and created opportunities for raiders.

Because he knew the determination of the commander very well, when Zheng Yaojun saw smoke rising from the Qing army camp, he entered a high alert state. When the arrow sounded, he immediately knelt down from the grass where he was hiding, took out the crossbow in his arms and aimed at the enemy with the closest distance, which was obviously a leader-like enemy aiming. While pushing the end of the crossbow on his shoulder, Zheng Yaojun had closed his eyes and completed the aiming work.

The Qing army leader also reacted very quickly. He almost didn't spend time looking up at the sound arrows, but quickly lowered his head to find the Ming army signal soldiers who shot the sound arrows. Although the enemy was quick to react, the Ming army shooter on his side still had a good chance. However, when Zheng Yaojun aimed well, the target had been shot from close range by three arrows, and screamed and fell to the ground and rolled on the ground.

Zheng Yaojun's upper body remained the same, holding a stringed crossbow machine, and his body rotated slightly at a small angle, pointing his weapon to a slightly longer distance. An enemy soldier who was still looking up at the sky pulled the trigger heavily.

Needless to check the results of the battle, Zheng Yaojun lowered the crossbow and supported it on the ground. He reached out and took out a crossbow arrow from behind, put it on the scoop, twisted his waist and tightened the strings again. He put the crossbow end flat in front of him again. Zheng Yaojun then searched for the next target again. He quickly found one, closed one eye, aimed at the target, and pressed the trigger.

After completing the second shooting, Zheng Yaojun immediately began to tightly skeleton the crossbow machine, and then repeated the tactical actions of searching for the enemy and attacking the target again.

On the entire patrol line of the Qing army, the sound of slick strings came one after another, and cold lights pierced through the air one after another, flying towards the Qing army sentry. The number of Green Camp soldiers who could stand was rapidly decreasing. In just a dozen breaths, all the Green Camp soldiers on the periphery fell to the ground. When Zheng Yaojun raised the crossbow machine for the fifth time, it took him a long time to find a new target. This was a fast-moving back. Zheng Yaojun had no better choice and could only shoot crossbow arrows at the enemy.

At this time, there were already rumbling drums behind him, and there was also the vibration of hundreds of people trampling on the ground. After Zheng Yaojun took the crossbow arrow again, he did not continue to shoot it out impatiently, but took a few breaths on the spot, waited until a large number of armored infantry ran past him before standing up, followed the infantry with the crossbow machine, bent down and approached the Qing army's camp with his friendly troops.

The Qing soldiers on the tower had already reacted. While making loud screams of alarm, they looked at the dark and quickly approaching Ming army in horror. The Ming army rushing in front were all wearing shining armor, and the officers in the lead were all wearing scarlet cloaks, which was even more eye-catching.

The Qing army naturally bent its bow and arrows on the tower, aiming at these clearly-clad enemies, but immediately crossbow arrows roared at these Qing army shooters holding bows and arrows. They might have been hit before they could relax their strings and fell from the tower with screams.

Zheng Yaojun was carefully approaching a Qing army tower at this time. He saw at least two of the three Qing soldiers on the tower holding bows and arrows.

A Ming army officer with a helmet and armor was not far from Zheng Yaojun. While shouting fiercely, he commanded the command to hit the fence wall with a large wood. The loud voice of the officer attracted a lot of firepower for him. Zheng Yaojun saw a feather arrow inserted into his shoulder and chest plate, and more were standing on the ground at his feet.

"If I get an arrow, it would be bad." Zheng Yaojun stared at the Qing army on the tower, looking for a suitable attack position and opportunity, and thought to himself. Although the Ming army officer in bright outfit was a very obvious target, he had armor protection. From his loud voice and powerful movements, it can be seen that the two feather arrows inserted into his armor did not cause any harm to him; but Zheng Yaojun was different. Although the gray-yellow straw straw coat on his body was not noticeable, he had no defense.

No Qing army shooter was paying attention to him, and the other Qing soldier holding a spear in Tashan was also fixed on the Ming army officer. Zheng Yaojun raised his crossbow and pointed at the target.

"Which one should I shoot?" The two Qing soldiers holding bows on the tower, one in front and one behind, Zheng Yaojun locked the cold crossbow arrow arrow on the figure of the Qing army behind: "Shoot this first! The companion in front who would not notice the arrow was caught, would not notice me."

Just as the moment he was pulled in front of the trigger, Zheng Yaojun saw that the next Qing soldier had already shot an arrow randomly. The Qing soldier's movements seemed a little clumsy and seemed to be able to aim. The Qing army had just pulled the bow into a full moon. This enemy was different from the enemy soldier behind him. Instead of rushing to shoot the arrow on the bow, he poked his body out of the tower and carefully aimed.

Zheng Yaojun noticed that the Qing army archer in front of him was straight and his posture was perfect, and even when the bowstring was completely tight, his arms still trembled. Without further thought, Zheng Yaojun quickly pointed the arrow and moved it to the Qing army in front of him. He had a feeling that if the Qing soldiers were asked to shoot this arrow, he would lose a brother of comrades and soldiers.

It was this feeling that made Zheng Yaojun not immediately stylist the crossbow after pulling the trigger, but maintained his shooting posture and looked at the target with all his attention. The Qing archer was shot from the side by the crossbow arrow hitting the middle of the jaw when the string was loosened. The sharp crossbow arrow penetrated his head and came out from the other side of his cheek.

After seeing the Qing army planted from the tower and the arrows on the bow flew without a trace, Zheng Yaojun finally felt relieved. Another Qing army archer was splattered with blood donation and his face was full of shock. He shivered in shock. He glanced at him and found Zheng Yaojun. The two of them were facing each other.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Yaojun lowered his head, avoided the other party's sight, and began to quietly skeletons on the crossbow.

After obtaining this batch of single-person crossbows from Zhang Changgeng, Deng Ming immediately equipped them with troops. However, there were many debates within the Ming army in Chengdu on crossbowman equipment. Ren Tang believed that the traditional archer equipment of Zhejiang Army was a musket and a long dagger for self-defense. Now that there is no musket, it is better to use a single-person crossbow machine instead of muskets.

Mu Tan is a firm supporter of iron armor. The most heavy armor in the Fujian army was. In addition to the Iron Man Army, the remaining Ming soldiers were also equipped with iron bags and iron skirts, including archers. However, Ren Tang scoffed at this, believing that too heavy armor seriously affects the loading and aiming of archers. He could not consider using muskets, let alone crossbowmen.

However, on this issue, Zhou Kaihuang and Zhao Tianba were also on Mu Tan's side. They believed that archers could not approve armor or wear light armor, but crossbowmen could not do it. The crossbowmen fired slowly, and most of the armored targets that were difficult for bows and arrows to deal with. Therefore, crossbowmen should approve heavy armor, even if they sacrifice the loading speed and aiming efficiency for this, there is no way to do it. As for the long dagger advocated by Ren Tang, Zhou Kaihuang believed that it was unnecessary, because if they were approached by the enemy's heavy infantry and cavalry, the crossbowmen would be dead even if they held a long dagger.

Although he was at an absolute disadvantage in the senior officers' performance, the Zhejiang soldiers firmly supported his ideas. At least for Zheng Yaojun, long daggers and no heavy armor represent the pride of the Zhejiang army. Since Qi Jiguang, they have always been the best shooters. Not wearing heavy armor means launching attacks at all costs, not paying attention to their own safety and paying attention to killing the enemy; and long daggers are also traditional weapons of Zhejiang soldiers, and there is no doubt about the courage of the Zhejiang soldiers. On the battlefield of Liaoshen, even in the Liaoshen battlefield, Zhejiang soldiers did not choose to escape with the Guanning Army like the Guanning Army, but fought with the iron cavalry with a long dagger.

In Zhoushan, Zhang Shangshu could not fully supply even long daggers, let alone muskets, crossbows, and even long daggers. Now that the conditions have improved, Zheng Yaojun and the others are still eager to restore their previous glorious traditions.

When Zheng Yaojun lowered his head and wound the crossbow, the Qing army in Tashan had already shot a heavy arrow and inserted it against Zheng Yaojun's leg. He ignored it, and the winding movement did not stop or deform in a hurry.

Before Zheng Yaojun completed the loading, the Qing army archer had already put the second arrow on the string, but when he pulled the string, his hand slipped, and the feather arrow rushed out slanted and fell to an empty place. Although this Qing army archer has been in the army for a while, it has been a warrior for the past two years. During the training every ten days, it is not mainly about shooting. The reason why he was asked to pick up the bow and arrow today is just because he is better than another companion with a gun.

When the Qing soldiers bent their bows to target Zheng Yaojun for the third time, the Zhejiang man also raised his crossbow machine and looked at the enemy.

"After shooting a crossbow machine, the archer can shoot three arrows. If you meet a real Tartar who is skilled in archery, you will give them a chance to shoot three arrows in a row. If you don't approve the heavy armor, you will never have the chance to shoot the second arrow." When Zhou Kaihuang saw that the Zhejiang archer was determined to be unwilling to wear armor, for fear of affecting the shooting accuracy, he said helplessly.

The Qing soldiers on the opposite side had already pulled the bow full. Zheng Yaojun did not look at the arrow heading towards him, but aimed at the other party seriously. He knew that if the other party was a Manchu soldier who was good at shooting, he would have been shot to death long ago. However, although the other party was not a good shooter and did not hit him either arrow, if he gave the other party another chance to shoot three arrows, Zheng Yaojun would probably be knocked to the ground.

"If this is a real Tartar, I will not lose money. I will shoot one to death." At the last moment of aiming, such an idea suddenly appeared in Zheng Yaojun's mind.

"Central!" After seeing Zheng Yaojun's movements, the Qing soldier shouted hard and shot an arrow before the Ming army's shooter.

The bow and arrow came through the air. When the sharp arrow passed by his cheek, Zheng Yaojun felt like he was being wiped by metal. At this moment, he also pulled the trigger.

Whether it was the bow and arrow passing by or the action of pulling the trigger, the crossbow in Zheng Yaojun's hand could not tremble at all. He watched his iron arrow shoot out angrily, stabbing the eye sockets under the enemy's helmet - the Qing army shooter fell backwards with a backdrop.

"As long as I hit every shot, I won't lose money when I meet the real Tartars. It's no problem to meet these green camps." After witnessing the enemy falling, Zheng Yaojun, who gave him a mouthful, felt a cold sweat on his forehead and back, but he felt the pride of victory: "Our Zhejiang soldiers are the best shooters in the world, whether they use muskets or crossbow machines."

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When Dong Weiguo threw down his half-eaten rice bowl and rushed out of the camp, the Ming army had already launched an attack on the camp wall, and it was very open and made breakthroughs in many places. The Qing army was in chaos. When the brave officers who responded quickly gathered their subordinates and took them to the camp wall to reinforce the defenders, they saw that the Ming army had already broken two holes in the fence, and two other Ming army had already crossed the fence and were trying to capture the camp gate.

The Qing army in the camp was originally mainly armorless, thinking that God did not know, Dong Weiguo, who had passed through the barrier without realizing it, did not take too much attention to equipment. Seeing that the Ming army's offensive was so fierce, he broke into the camp in a blink of an eye, and the envoy Dong opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a long time, and could not give orders.
Chapter completed!