On the fishing boat, when the explosion sounded, Luo Lun excitedly high-fived him with his fist: "Well blown up, this will definitely blow up all the tartars to the sky."
Zhang Huangyan didn't expect the medicine array to be so amazingly powerful, just listening to this sound, it shook the heavens and the earth, and he could imagine what those full tartars would be blown up into.
Thinking that the Zhejiang army was not good at land warfare, if he could master this gunpowder explosion method and fight the Qing army in the future, he would be able to control the enemy with one more weapon, so he humbly asked Zhou Shixiang for advice.
"Lord Shangshu, this effect cannot be achieved by laying gunpowder on the ground alone, you need to choose some pre-hidden medicine bags, and it is these medicine bags that really produce power, not those gunpowder that is spread on the ground.
Without those packets, the powder would have burned the enemy soldiers rather than killed them.
Oh, of course, sprinkle more nails and gravel on the medicine array, and the damage will be greater. ” Zhou Shixiang did not hide his personal interests, and he sincerely admired Zhang Huangyan and the anti-Qing soldiers of the Zhejiang army from all over the world.
The anti-Qing forces in the world are one family, and he was able to pull the loyal battalion at the beginning, and now he can naturally help the Zhejiang army.
Hearing that Zhou Shixiang said that he would send someone to teach the Zhejiang army in the future, and assist the Zhejiang army with weapons and equipment, help train officers and soldiers, and teach how to use gunpowder, Zhang Huangyan was very grateful, but thinking that most of the Zhejiang army was now being pursued by the Jin Li Department, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, and he didn't know how many soldiers could survive in the end.
Zhou Shixiang comforted him and said: "The spark can start a prairie fire, as long as Lord Shangshu does not give up, there will be a time when the Zhejiang army will rise again in the future." ” "Yes, the spark can set the prairie on fire, how can we be reduced to the bloody blood, as long as we keep the homeland in our hearts and the hearts of China; As long as we are not willing to be slaves of the Manchurians, as long as we don't care about our personal lives, our Han family will definitely be able to rise again."
Zhang Huangyan swept away his sadness, since Jiashen, how many people with lofty ideals have died in China, and how many people have died in Sangzi, but there are still countless Han men who have gone forward to fight with foreign races, the reason is not Huayi's great defense, nor is it the restoration of the old Ming, but the blood feud is that tens of millions of unjust souls in the two capitals and thirteen provinces who died tragically under the Mantar butcher's knife call the living to avenge them; It was the tragic death of the parents and the separation of the wives that made the living grieve and indignant, and they swore to resist for it.
The Mantar entry into the customs is not the country of the dead Ming Dynasty, but the species of the dead Han people Today, the soldiers of the Zhejiang army are fighting for the seed of the Han people, they are righteous for the seed of the Han people, and they are dying for the souls of countless Han families They are just one step ahead Zhang Huangyan clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination.
Luo Lun suddenly said: "Guogong doesn't know, Lord Shangshu has already written a desperate poem when he was in the Yinghuo Mountains. ” "Oh" Listening to Luo Lun's words, Zhou Shixiang was stunned and looked at Zhang Huangyan.
Zhang Huangyan shook his head and said, "As early as when he raised troops with Dingxi Hou, he had already had the intention of composing a desperate poem.
I have persisted for more than ten years, and if it weren't for the national government, I would really have achieved nothing.
On that day in the Yinghuo Mountains, I was afraid that I would have no physiology, so I wrote such a poem. ” Luo Lun said: "I can chant the poem of Lord Shangshu for the Duke of the Kingdom." ” "No" Zhou Shixiang hurriedly stopped Luo Lun from reciting Zhang Huangyan's desperate poem, which is a desperate poem, but can only be exported before death, how can it be easily said.
Although Luo Lun is young and doesn't know much about the world, when he saw Zhou Shixiang's expression, he suddenly realized, and he blamed himself for being sloppy.
Zhang Huangyan laughed: "Guogong doesn't have to be like this, I have long seen and talked about life and death, and there are not so many taboos."
After speaking, he actually recited to himself: "I am suitable for five or nine today, and I will meet on September 7 again; The building is no longer supported, and everything is done. ” "Shangshu-sama" Zhou Shixiang was sour, he knew that if it were not for him, Zhang Huangyan would be killed by the Qing army in Hangzhou Bijiaofang next year, and before he became righteous, he would be given a desperate poem; When he was about to be executed, he sat and was slashed, and refused to kneel and be killed.
"It's a good country, but it's a pity to fall into the fishy flesh" The last thing Zhang Huangyan left to the world was a sigh of looking at Wu Shan.
Since then, there has been one more grave on the West Lake.
Coming to this era, Zhou Shixiang knew the deeds of many national heroes.
If he is an official, he only serves Yinxi and Zhang Huangyan.
However, the former has been squeezed out by He Tengjiao, Qu Shiqian and others in the Yongli court, and he was unable to show his eloquence, and finally died of his ambition; The latter was located in the corners of Zhejiang and Fujian, and could not get the support of the powerful Zheng Chenggong, and had the ambition to serve the country, and finally died tragically under the butcher's knife of the Qing army.
Now, Du Yinxi is dead, but Zhang Huangyan is here Zhou Shixiang swore that as long as he did not die in battle, he would let Zhang Shangshu step into the city of Beijing, step out of Shanhaiguan, and set foot on the land of Liaodong in this life.
North, north, north The Han family is always to the north Where the saber goes, the sun and the moon shine, it is the place where the soul of my Han family is buried.
Yue Le was under siege.
Countless Taiping ambush soldiers came out from both sides of the hillside and stormed the Han army's green camp on the official road, causing them to be cut into several pieces, unable to echo each other.
There was the sound of guns everywhere in front and behind, and explosions everywhere.
The Qing army was taken by surprise.
When he first heard the screams on the slopes on both sides, Liu Liangzuo wondered what was going on, but the result was that the guns rang out in unison, and countless ambush soldiers in red uniforms rushed down.
The ambush soldiers who rushed to the forefront threw bamboo tubes into the ranks of the Han army, and the smoke immediately filled the official road, and the sound of explosions was endless, as if the mountains were full of ambush artillery.
An earth-shattering thunderbolt fell behind Liu Liangzuo, and an iron nail that flew out pierced the back of his head.
The nail came too late, 16 years late. 16 years ago, Liu Liangzuo under Jiangyin City should have died.
Explosions continued to sound all around, iron nails and gravel flew out, guns and arrows were fired in volleys on the mountain, and the Taiping army that rushed to the front was slashed with big swords and spears, until the Qing army was crushed.
The Qing soldiers, who were seriously injured but not dead, could only moan on the ground, begging their companions to save him, but what they saw was that their companions fell one by one.
The Han army was in chaos, the green camp was in chaos, and the Qing army generals were unable to gather their subordinates and organize resistance in the face of sudden blows.
The people in front screamed and ran to the front, while the people behind turned around and ran to the back.
In the middle, they didn't know how to decide, and they couldn't even find a place to take refuge in the mountains.
The loud noise coming from the front made Yue Le and the Qing army lose their last hope.
Yue Le's Goshha desperately protected the prince and ran back, but when they finally rushed out of the crowd of the Han army's green camp, they found that the road back had been blocked.
A group of cavalry roared towards them, and Yue Le could understand that the cavalry was shouting in Mongolian.
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