1850 American Gold Tycoon

Chapter 373 Jiangbei Camp

After the backbone of the Yue Yong troops arrived, Liang Shaoqiong walked back and forth on the deck, the steel nails on the bottom of the leather military boots clanking on the wooden deck.

Liang Shaoqiong's stern eyes were directed at this group of Yue Yong backbones, which made these Guangdong Yong backbones feel hairy and uneasy.

After a long while, Liang Shaoqiong finally spoke.

"Before disembarking, I would like to reiterate military discipline to you all. On weekdays, do I, Mr. Liang, and Mr. Pan, not pay you your salaries and military rations?"

"No."

The backbone members of the Guangdong Braves responded in unison.

In terms of military pay and treatment, Guangdong Yong's treatment is such that the local green camp's eyes are red with envy.

The soldiers of the Shanzi camp and the cavalry can get two taels of silver every month, and they will never default on it. They have enough food supplies and can eat meat every once in a while.

After Liang Shaoqiong officially took over Shanzi Camp, the next day Liang Shaoqiong gave everyone a canned meat shipped from California.

"If not, then after landing, whoever dares to rob local people, rape local women, and burn down people's houses should not blame Liang for being ruthless.

Xiang Yong doesn't care about his reputation, we Yue Yong do, and I, Liang, care even more.

Whoever dares to ruin my reputation as Yue Yong or my reputation as Liang, I will chop off his head! Did you hear that? ! "

Liang Shaoqiong shouted loudly.

"I heard it!" the backbone of the Guangdong Yong replied loudly.

"When you hear it, get ready to disembark." Liang Shaoqiong said.

After receiving the order, the backbone of the Guangdong brave men dispersed and went about their business. The backbone of the artillery team looked at each other and listened to the translator and retelling of Liang Shaoqiong's words.

The artillery team is the most complex team among the Cantonese warriors.

The main force of these people are the gunners Liang Yao recruited for Liang Shaoqiong in California. Except for a few Chinese gunners and the Chinese trainee gunners who were placed in the artillery team by Liang Shaoqiong to learn how to be gunners, the rest are mostly American Yankees, Dixies, English, French, and Irish.

Most of these various people were sailors.

Liang Shaoqiong walked up to them and said to them using the few English words he knew: "No killing, No fier the good death, No robbery, No touch the women, or, I will kill you, Understand?"

After speaking, Liang Shaoqiong pointed at himself, and then pointed at the hired gunners.

The hired gunner nodded repeatedly.

Jiangbei Camp in Yangzhou, the commander of Jiangbei Camp and the Imperial Envoy Qi Shan frowned.

He stood on the tower of Yangzhou City, looking at the Jiangbei Camp that had just been established outside Yangzhou City.

This army was supplemented by Eight Banners soldiers and mainly Green Camp soldiers. It was the last main force that the Qing Dynasty could fight in the south.

An old man, Qishan, a veteran of the Jiaqing, Daoguang, and Xianfeng dynasties, was ordered to organize the Jiangbei camp to prevent Changmao from going north again.

Although the Qing army recaptured Yangzhou in March, Yangzhou was not stable at this time, and Qishan did not have many soldiers. The Taiping Army also repeatedly went north, hoping to regain Yangzhou and make Yangzhou and Zhenjiang form a horn across the river. Support each other, screen the holy capital of Tianjing.

"Master! Master! What a joy! Our reinforcements are here!"

When Qi Shan frowned, a soldier ran up to him, knelt on the ground, and presented the letter with both hands.

"Reinforcements? Where is the green camp? How many people are there? They came at the right time. I want to give him a credit!" Qi Shan was overjoyed when he heard this.

Although he holds the military and political power in the south, the military strength he can control is not sufficient when the Jiangbei camp is established.

Faced with the overwhelming number of people, Chang Mao, Qi Shan was not sure at this time.

The military preparations of the Qing Dynasty had been in decline for many years, and he was very disappointed with the situation of the Eight Banners and Green Camp garrison in various places.

The Eight Banners is no longer the Eight Banners it was when it first entered the Pass, and the Green Camp is no longer the Green Camp it was when it pacified San Francisco.

"It's not the Green Battalion, it's the newly formed Yue Yong. The emperor's people rushed to the Jiangbei Camp to help defend Yangzhou." The soldier replied.

"I know, let's go down."

Hearing that it was Xiang Yong who came, the joy on Qishan's face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He opened the letter and glanced at it for a few times, shook his head helplessly and said to himself: "Xiang Yong, there are less than two thousand people, and the commander-in-chief is from Juren. What use can this do?"

After a while, the soldier turned back and said, "Master, it's not good! Yue Yong met Chang Mao outside the city!"

"Shangmao is here? How many people are there?"

Hearing that Changmao was here again, Qi Shan's old body trembled with shock.

"It's so dark that there are countless people there, probably less than 10,000 people." The soldier replied.

"I know, let's go down." Qi Shan waved his hand and said.

"Sir, Yue Yong is coming to help, can we help him?" Dexing'a asked for instructions.

"We currently have too much time to take care of ourselves, and we don't have many soldiers at hand." Qi Shan shook his head, "Let the soldiers prepare to defend the city. Whether Yue Yong lives or dies depends on their own lives."

If the source is Eight Banners soldiers, Qishan will send troops to respond to them and share their pressure. As for Xiang Yong, forget it.

In Qishan's opinion, it was not worth sacrificing soldiers and generals for the sake of his country's bravery.

These local heroes can only be blamed for their bad luck.

In the southern suburbs of Yangzhou City, Liang Shaoqiong met the Taiping Army forward troops who were going north to besiege Yangzhou.

Liang Shaoqiong ordered the troops to use the carriage baggage they carried as cover to occupy the enemy on the spot.

Under the cover of the cavalry, the artillerymen hurriedly prepared the 20 accompanying field guns, loaded them with explosive bombs, and pointed the muzzles at the Taiping Army in the distance.

"Who is coming?"

A Taiping general rode alone in front of the formation, but was quickly stopped by Liang Shaoqiong. Liang Shaoqiong's soldiers had already pointed their guns at the Taiping general.

"Wei Jun, the deputy vanguard of the Northern Expedition and the deputy general of the right army, may I ask you which reinforcements from Qingyao you are from?" Wei Jun said, holding his fists.

Seeing the encounter between Liang Shaoqiong's thousands of men and his large force of nearly ten thousand, they did not flee and scattered like birds and beasts.

This surprised Wei Jun. In addition to surprise, both Wei Jun and his brother were full of curiosity about this army with unknown origin and strange equipment.

Not to mention the tens of thousands of Qing troops, let alone one or two thousand, and there were many cases of them being routed.

Wei Jun's eyes swept over Liang Shaoqiong and the soldiers beside Liang Shaoqiong, and finally his eyes rested on the word "Cantonese" in front of their uniforms.

"Are you from Guangdong?"

"I am Liang Shaoqiong, the deputy commander-in-chief of Guangdong Yueyong." Liang Shaoqiong replied loudly and bravely.

He raised his voice not because he was confident, but to embolden himself.

Facing the war for the first time, if you don't feel nervous, it must be a lie.

He was nervous, but Liang Shaoqiong still pretended to be calm. He was the commander of the first army. If he lost his composure, it would definitely affect the morale of the underground soldiers.

Although Liang Shaoqiong had no experience in fighting before, he still understood this simple principle.

"What a good soldier, a rare good soldier. You are different from the Qingyao I met. Your soldiers look decent, but you just don't know how to fight." Wei Jun felt sorry for this well-organized army. .