Although the Liaodong Army has been fighting on the front line under the leadership of Sun Chengzong over the years, in fact, there are still many generals and officers in the Liaodong Army who are secretly contacting the Qing Tartars.

This sentence is valid at all times when people die for money. For the sake of money, many people risked the risk of beheading and secretly engaged in business with the Qing Dynasty. Otherwise, where did the Qing Tartars get the brown bells?

In fact, just last year, a bizarre fire occurred in the Guanning Army, with dozens of brown besiegers and two Napoleon cannons missing. Sun Chengzong understood that these muskets and cannons might have fallen into the hands of the Qing Tartars.

Logically speaking, Sun Zengzong should have been furious and ordered a thorough investigation, but he was afraid of causing turmoil. More importantly, if Yang Feng knew, he might have to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart and suppress the major incident.

Now when he heard Yang Feng’s words, he understood that what happened under his command was not unaware of, but that he just didn’t want to say it out loud.

Yang Feng's eyes swept across everyone like lightning, ignoring the shame, uneasy or pretending to be indifferent, and said lightly: "The Tartars have suffered so much loss. If they don't know how to change, they deserve to be destroyed by us. The problem now is that since we know that the Tartars should have artillery or even muskets, how should we fight this next battle?

If we follow the original plan, it will definitely not work, so I suggest that we change the way we play, we can do this..."

With Yang Feng's explanation, Sun Chengzong kept nodding while thinking...

Under the jurisdiction of Heishaling, Zhao Rujiao, who withdrew from the artillery range, was nervously staring at the movements of the Qing army on Heishaling, while nervously sending Ye Bushang and scouts to investigate Heishaling and the surrounding areas.

Just when his nerves were very tense, the scout came out from behind.

"Sir, the governor and the Marquis of Jiangning have arrived."

Before Zhao Rujiao went out to greet him, he saw Yang Feng and Sun Chengzong coming together.

"Forget it, no need to salute."

Yang Feng stopped Zhao Rujiao from giving a salute and asked bluntly.

"What is the current situation in Heisha Ridge? What is the Tartars making?"

"Mr. Marquis, I will send someone to inquire just now. The number of Tartars on Heisha Ridge is about 40,000. They have equipped more than 40 cannons. As for the muskets...

Just now, the opponent's muskets were hit very densely. I guess the opponent had at least two to three thousand muskets."

"Two or three thousand?"

Yang Feng nodded slightly.

"It's hard for Huang Taiji to build so many muskets in such a short time."

Zhao Rujiao showed a look of worry on his face, "Marty, after the Tartars had firearms, they were like a tiger with wings. The last general just sent someone to attack for a moment and lost more than 60 brothers. If it was a forceful attack, our casualties would definitely be small."

"Strong attack...who said he wanted to attack?"

A hint of coldness appeared on Yang Feng's face.

"Didn't Huang Taiji think he imitated a few muskets and cannons? Today, I want these Tartars to know that it is useless to imitate Dongshi Pin, someone is here..."

"arrive!"

A messenger walked up to him quickly.

Yang Feng turned his head and clasped his fists at Sun Chengzong and said, "Supervisor, since the Tartars attempted to block the chariot with their arms and wanted to block the road of our army, then the official will ask you today to let these Tartars see the power of our open firearms. Please agree!"

Sun Chengzong looked at Yang Feng deeply and laughed: "Since the Marquis of Jiangning asked for his appointment, how could I not agree? It's right!"

"Thank you sir!"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Come!"

"arrive!"

"The general of this marquis will immediately unload the truck and build a position, and complete the preparations in two quarters of an hour!"

"clear!"

With a command, the artillery battalion that had just arrived at the periphery of Heisha Ridge immediately became busy.

Under the orders of their respective commanders, a gunner began to unload the truck and unloaded a cannon from the carriage. Some gunners began to dig soil to build bulletproof bunkers, while others unloaded ammunition from the carriage. Everything seemed busy and orderly.

As time passed little by little, a simple artillery position was quickly completed.

The generals of the Liaodong Army looked at the artillery position that had been constructed, and many people looked a little weird. Sun Chengzong reached out to attract a guerrilla, pointed to the artillery position in front of him and asked in a low voice: "Xianzhi, you are the one who knows artillery best in our Liaodong Army. I asked you, if it were the artillery battalion under your command, could the artillery position be constructed within two quarters of an hour?"

The guerrilla smiled bitterly and said, "Mr., let alone two quarters of an hour, it would be great if the last general could build a good artillery position within one hour.

"Why is this?" Sun Chengzong said unhappily: "I remember that the artillery used in your artillery battalion is no different from that used in Jiangning military. How could it be so much different?"

The guerrilla face turned a little red. After a while, Qiqiai Ai said helplessly: "Governor, although the artillery we use is the same, the people who operate it are different!"

Sun Chengzong immediately understood. He looked at the Jiangning Army that had been walking for most of the day and still maintained a strictly prohibited formation. Then he looked at the Liaodong Army that had already stood in the east and west, and he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

It seems that the gap between the Liaodong Army and the Jiangning Army is not only reflected in equipment, but also the quality and training of officers and sergeants is also inferior to those of Taiyuan. This is the main reason.

"Qi Biography Marquis... The first artillery battalion is ready to fire. Please give an order!"

Looking at Qiu Disheng standing in front of him with a solemn expression, Yang Feng said lightly: "Lao Qiu, this is your first battle after your official reinstatement. If you don't win, you know what consequences will be."

Qiu Disheng straightened his chest and gritted his teeth and said, "If this battle is not good, I will be willing to return to the medical camp to wash clothes and toilets for the injured brothers!"

"Bah... you think it's pretty."

Yang Feng laughed and scolded: "Will you let me kiss Zhang Bailing in the medical camp and talk about love? Tell you, if this battle is not good, I will not beat you or scold you. You will take off your military uniform and go back to Nanjing. You should be your thousand-household farming land. Don't worry about it anymore, Medical Officer Zhang."

"What……"
Chapter completed!