Chapter 455: A big taboo in military strategists, times have changed! (please book, vote)

The horse's hooves rumbling, and hundreds of eight banners of "Iron Cavalry" were majestic, like stars swaying around the Qing Dynasty's Guangzhou General Jier Hang Ah, the Qing Dynasty's Guangdong and Guangxi Governor Ye Mingchen, as well as British Army Lieutenant Colonel John Michel, and British Minister's Translation Secretary Li Taiguo and other bigwigs were walking swaggeringly on the official road in Xiangshan County.

Behind their butts, nearly 6,000 Eight Banner New Army infantry wearing black line jackets and red tassels and cool hats were followed. Hundreds of "iron cavalry" plus these 6,000 infantrymen were all the elites under Guangzhou General Jierhanga, and they were also the only team among the Eight Banners soldiers south of the Yangtze River that could still be pulled out to gesture.

Not only are the Eight Banners stationed in Guangzhou, but many of them are the Eight Banners soldiers who retreated from Hangzhou and Fuzhou to Guangzhou. Speaking of which, the essence of these three provinces and Eight Banners is all in these more than 6,000 people. If this group of new Eight Banners army was defeated by others, the Qing Dynasty's rule in Guangdong and Guangxi would probably be in ruins.

So Gilhanga was worried about this Eight Banners soldier. As soon as he became a general in Guangzhou, he equipped them with the best foreign guns and cannons he could get. He also invited British officers from Hong Kong through Wu Chongyao to teach them the most powerful "gun platoon tactics" and "cannon and cavalry coordination tactics" in the West.

He also knew that the Eight Banners soldiers below were all "double spear soldiers". They were all "double spear soldiers". They were all like the heroes of Liangshan. But if they were addicted to smoking, they would be like the eggplant that frost would be wilted. In order to allow these Eight Banners soldiers to hold on for a while on the battlefield, he also purchased opium from Hong Kong under the guidance of Lieutenant Colonel John Michel, an adviser to England. He thought that when they couldn't go to the battlefield, they could lie down and smoke big cigarettes and use opium to take it. This move can perfectly solve the big problem of smoking in difficult conditions of the Eight Banners soldiers. It was simply a "genius" idea.

However, these 6,000 Eight Banners soldiers are not the biggest aces in the hands of Gilhanga and Ye Mingchen. The ones who really gave them the confidence to go south to find their opponents to fight were the 1,500 English-Indian infantry commanded by Lieutenant Colonel John Michel. These people were coated with the "Real Rice Banners" from England and the "Real Rice Banners" from India. Their combat effectiveness was tested by the Opium War and was really powerful. With them, the Eight Banners soldiers under Gilhanga were all like chicken blood, full of energy. Even the Green Camp and the Gengchen soldiers under Ye Mingchen had their faces full of confidence, thinking to themselves, if there were the real foreign masters of the British Empire to fight against the formation, why were they afraid of the fake foreigners on the opposite side?

The faces of foreigners who look completely different from those of the Central Plains, either white or black, seem to be the guarantee for the victory of this battle in Macau.

There were 10,000 Guangdong Green Camps and the Gangs who fought with these 6,000 Eight Banners and 1,500 foreign masters. They now have changed their bird guns, and they have carried their waist knives, carrying brown bass smoothbore guns, and have practiced some foreign exercises, and can play the tactic of "queuing and shooting" under the leadership of the team officials. Although their queues and shooting discipline may not even be considered a fart in the eyes of those "foreign masters" in the English and Indian Oceans, they were still very obvious when they shot against Guangdong "Red Soldiers" some time ago in Sanyuanli.

So this time, Jierhanga and Ye Mingchen also trained with tens of thousands of Green Camp soldiers and Guangdong regiments. They thought to let them take the lead and be cannon fodder. Behind them are the Eight Banners "Heavenly Soldiers" and the Daying "Heavenly Soldiers" to support the formation. What else do they have to worry about? Just rush to the end.

In front of the team, a group of cavalry ran around and kept bringing back the enemy situation in front. Now the army of more than 18,000 people led by Jierhanga and Ye Mingchen has passed the Xiangshan County Town and is walking at the foot of Wugui Mountain, which is only more than twenty miles away from Gongbeikou, Macau. If the Crusaders occupying Macau really come out to fight as agreed, then they should go out of Gongbeikou and cross the Yayong River now.

"There are about thousands of cross bandits west of Banzhang Mountain, facing the front mountain and waterway, and set up a formation facing north. The formation is more than five miles long!"

"Report to the military gate, the army was built, and the cross bandits did not climb Banzhang Mountain. All the passes at Banzhang Mountain have been controlled by our sergeants!"

Hearing these rewards, Ye Mingchen couldn't help laughing and said, "It seems that Bishop Paul is a master who only knows how to recite scriptures. He doesn't know how to fight at all. He actually violated so many military taboos!"

Jierhanga also smiled and counted with his fingers: "Watching more with less is the first taboo; setting up a formation with a back water is the second taboo; not occupying a high ground is the third taboo; not paying attention to the way out is the fourth taboo. Just such a guy who doesn't understand military affairs, if we want to break his formation, that's not a piece of cake!"

As he said that, he turned his head and fisted at Li Taiguo and said, "Mr. Li, I don't know what Lord Mi thinks about this?"

Li Taiguo had been whispering with John Michelle and exchanged opinions. Now when he heard Jillhanga's question, he immediately replied with a smile: "Mr. Mi means we are divided into two groups. One of the main forces will suppress the crusaders lined up against the front mountain and waterway. The other route will be led by the British and Indian troops and two thousand green camps, elite soldiers from the regiment training, crossed Banzhang Mountain and snatched the rear route of the Crusaders. As long as we can cut off the connection between the Crusaders west of Banzhang Mountain and Gongbeikou, it will be difficult for us to win the Xiangshan battle!"

"Oh? Are you sure?" asked Gilhanga.

As soon as he said this, before Li Taiguo could translate, John Michelle spoke a lot of English first. Li Taiguo hurriedly translated: "Mr. Ji, Lord Ye, Lord. Mi said: The Crusaders may have made a fatal mistake. They ignored their retreat. The passage from Gongbeikou to the Crusader Front must pass between the former mountain channel and Banzhang Mountain. The place is very narrow. As long as we put the cannon on Banzhang Mountain, we can block the Crusader's retreat. Moreover, once we occupy the high ground, we can still launch a condescending attack, which is a great victory!"

Jierhanga turned around and nodded to Ye Mingchen. Ye Mingchen immediately said to a strong man wearing a silk military officer's jacket and carrying a waist knife behind him: "Da Zhang, take the governor's left camp, pick up a thousand regiments to train troops, and follow Lord Mi for a trip."

"The last one will be ordered."

The man was named Yin Dazhang. He was the governor of the Left Camp under Ye Mingchen's command, and was also Ye Mingchen's godson. After receiving Ye Mingchen's order, he immediately gave a fist salute, then pulled the reins and ran to mobilize troops like the wind. Ye Mingchen and Jierhanga also bowed to Li Taiguo and John Michelle, and then watched them leave with a eager look.

"Come on, brothers! This is not a joke. If anyone is lazy, there will be no meat to eat at night!" the officer shouted at the top of his voice, and the sound was like a broken gong, buzzing on the battlefield.

"Brothers, the Qing Yao is only ten miles away from us. In two hours, they will pounce on us like hungry wolves! We all add more strength to me. We must dig the trench firmly before they come. We sweat more when we dig the trench, and we will bleed less when we fight!"

"Hurry, lift all the refusals up to me and arrange them neatly. Their cavalry team will not be able to go wild when they come!"

"There are also sandbags, pile them up here, and push the cannons up quickly. When they fight later, they will rely on them to show their power!"

At the same time, the north bank of the waterway was extremely lively. Thousands of "Cross Taiping Army" soldiers, under the supervision of the officers, were busy like the most hardworking workers. They dug trenches, piled up chest walls, and built cannons, and never fell down. The horse-resisting gun was also carried to the position and arranged in a regular manner, as if saying: "Qing Yao, if you dare to come, try it!" The scene was in full swing, and it was even more lively than going to the market.

Luo Yaoguo stood behind the front line that looked like a super-large construction site, watching the "Cross Taiping Army" soldiers in front of him sweating profusely. He used the shovels in their hands to draw a nearly five-mile-long trench line on the ground. This trench was different from the ones in World War I and World War II in history. It was simple and rough, and it was a straight trench, plus a chest wall made of digging soil. There were no wooden stakes on the inside of the trench. The depth was enough to allow infantry holding the M1851 rifled rifled gun to kneel down and shoot comfortably.

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In order to prevent the Qing Yao's cavalry from rushing over like a mad dog to make trouble, in front of the trench, two rows of horse-resisting rifles that were nailed to the ground with wooden nails were placed in front of the trench, which was like putting a row of sharp teeth on the position.

Behind the trenches, one by one, made of sandbags, also "raised from the ground". One by one, the twelve-pound cannons and twenty-four-pound and thirty-six-pound mortar cannons were dragged over from the Macau Peninsula, and they were steadily "sitting" on these cannons. The black muzzles all pointed to the north in a fierce manner. The bronze cannon body shone with dazzling light under the afternoon sunlight.

A hot air balloon flew into the sky. Zeng Jiumei stood in the basket hanging under the balloon. She held the telescope and looked around. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had discovered something amazing. She quickly shouted at the female soldier holding the notebook next to her. Her posture was as excited as if she had discovered a treasure. The female soldier was also quick to record it quickly, then she tore off the page of paper with words, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, hung it on the rope and placed it on the ground. The bamboo tube was quickly sent to Maria. When Maria saw it, she immediately looked excited and said to Luo Yaoguo: "Your Highness, Qing Yao has divided about 4,000 people to enter Banzhang Mountain... It seems that they have been fooled!"?

Luo Yaoguo couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "It's right to be deceived! They thought we couldn't use troops, but they didn't know that this era has changed again, and they are lined up to be shot. It's already out of date!"

(End of this chapter)
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