"Sir, our artillery team is not staffed enough, we need someone to help!"

The person who entered Zhao Fubo's tent was the officer of the artillery team in his 2,000-man team.

Among the 2,000 people, there are 1,000 Lancers and 500 Ghost Army soldiers. The latter will provide reconnaissance of up to 30 nodes across the army, and the reconnaissance range will be smaller during the day. Because the means of light transmitting signals will be transmitted further at night.

And if it is necessary to have a secret reconnaissance operation, it is of course a better cover at night. It is precisely because of this that the reconnaissance range is larger at night. This allows Zhao Fubo to lead his army to quickly arrive at the place where the Mongolian army vanguard was discovered at night.

I believe that if you stop the forward, you will save the possible disasters in Shu.

Looking at the officers of the 500-man artillery team in front of him, Zhao Fubo really didn't know what to say. Indeed, in the battle below, they were the main attack forces. Although they were only dealing with muslan cavalry, the number of "Chinese Army" was too small. If the power of artillery was not exerted, it would be difficult to deal with more than 5,000 Mongolian soldiers on the mountainside.

"Okay, I'll think of a way!"

Zhao Fubo nodded helplessly. He knew that it would be impossible to count on 500 artillery personnel to get all the artillery and all the shells onto the mountain. It is said that the Shu Road is more difficult than climbing to the sky. Even if war horses are feasible, if artillery and shells are added, the number of weapons to be moved to the mountain is definitely not a small number.

And the important thing is that other soldiers cannot do such things. They must act immediately and then try to go around the path behind the enemy. The purpose of such combat is to make the Mongols mess up under the attack of artillery. Perhaps a platoon of cannons can eliminate a large number of enemy troops.

But the problem is that there may be a lot of casualties in the subsequent close-range conflict. This is something that Zhao Fubo and his men cannot afford, because they only have an army of 25,000 in total, and only 22,000 people can really fight. The continuous casualties will soon damage the strategy of the "Chinese Army" and will ultimately be unable to resist the invasion of the 300,000 Mongols.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Fubo had to use his army carefully, especially in mountain combat. It is not like the former European or the flat land of the Arab Empire. As long as artillery fire destroys the morale of the other party, it can follow and carry out continuous massacres.

The Mongolian soldiers here are quite tough, and they don’t know much about the speed of the “Chinese Army” killing. Faced with the attacks of the Chinese Army, the soldiers did not collapse fast enough. So only when they were panicked and fled towards the passage behind them would be attacked by traps such as tripping horses, and there was the place where the lancers in ambush were annihilated.

Zhao Fubo, who had finished his equipment, followed the two sisters Charlene and Feilin. Because of his combat experience, Juliana had already taken Angelina to stay at the base by the river as a guarantee for supply. At this moment, he was just waiting for the arrival of the "Huaxia Pinggang Army" from Kalimantan Island and the supply fleet. At that time, they would go straight to Xiangyang and threaten the Mongolians from there.

Even if more troops could be freed up by then, Zhao Fubo would not mind organizing a large-scale encirclement and annihilation battle and teach the Mongols a lesson so that they could understand that even if they were equipped with muskets, they would still be quite primitive troops.

When Zhao Fubo walked out of the stake, he saw refugees in the camp. They all gathered over the people because they heard the news that the Mongolians were coming from nearby. Although the number was not too large at this moment, there were hundreds of people. There were old people, children, men and women in their prime.

Zhao Fubo jumped onto an ammunition truck. He looked at the people who escaped, some of whom were still injured. Perhaps they had guessed that Zhao Fubo was going to say something to them, so they unconsciously looked at him.

"People, I am the emperor of the Chinese Empire, my name is Zhao Fubo! Now we are going to kill the Mongolian army in the opposite mountain, but we need to move the cannons and shells to the mountain in front. You see, we have extremely insufficient manpower, so I need help! I beg you to assist our artillery team and move the cannons and shells to the mountain in front. If possible, we will attack the Mongols after lunch!"

After Zhao Fubo finished speaking, the entire camp was silent. It was not that the people were unwilling to help, but that for the first time they heard an emperor calling them. Although the emperor in front of him was not the "emperor" of the Song Dynasty, he was the emperor of the "Huaxia Empire" and the emperor who brought the "Song Daqingtian" to "Huaxia Law".

This cold incident made Zhao Fubo feel a little cold. He didn't know whether his plea would be responded to. If it was just like this, it would be embarrassing. Of course, he didn't expect that the people below were not unresponsive, but that the shock was too great.

This was the first sister-in-law in the crowd who stood up and asked Zhao Fubo to be in the ammunition truck, and then raised her head.

"Emperor, the husband of the civilian woman died in a fight when the Mongolian Tartars entered the village. Today, the emperor wants to make the decision for the civilian woman. Not to mention dragging the cannon up the mountain, even if he wants the civilian woman's head, the civilian woman is willing. But if the civilian woman dies, he will ask the emperor to take care of the civilian woman's children!"

As Dajiao's sister-in-law finished speaking, the people in the camp were all moved. Perhaps they had already heard of the rules of the "Huaxia Empire". Although no one knelt down to Zhao Fubo, they all spoke in unison with their Sichuanese accent.

"Caomin is willing to help the emperor with his help, and to suppress the Mongolian Tartars, Caomin and others are willing to die!"

Even many old people bowed to Zhao Fubo with their fists together. They knew that as the people of the Song Dynasty, they had been looking forward to such an emperor who ruled for the people for more than 200 years. The imperial court of the Song Dynasty, after they killed Yue Fei, the general who was ambitious to recover, had already made the people feel cold to their hearts. When the Mongolian Tartars invaded in a large-scale manner, they only needed one person to climb up and raise their arms and shout, and even if they died, they would be willing to die.

Zhao Fubo was on the ammunition truck, slowly clasped his fists and bowed, shouting loudly.

"The help of my fellow villagers, I, Zhao Fubo, are polite here!"

"Wow"

This time, almost everyone knelt in front of Zhao Fubo at the same time.

"I wish to fight to the death with the emperor!"
Chapter completed!