Lord of Ming Dynasty

"Let the folks go down and dig holes, and dig all the places that can be dug into holes, and all the people who can hide in will hide in." Zhang Qiang ordered.

Although this camp is strong, it can't withstand so many artillery attacks. Don't worry about the wall, it will definitely collapse if it can't withstand a few bombardments.

Then it depends on how to fight with the enemy using firearms.

Flags of various colors were frequently mobilized outside the camp, and soon, the Portuguese troops allocated troops for each stockade.

Facing Zhang Qiang's stockade was about seven or eight thousand troops, Su Zhengqing's was about five or six thousand troops, and the troops who ran to surround Li Guangdi's stockade were about three or four thousand troops. The muskets and Taisi troops, and the rest are mercenaries.

They are all elites, and I don't know what the Portuguese think. The people who went to surround Huang Binqing's camp were a bunch of recruits, mercenaries, and a small number of Portuguese troops. The troops surrounding the three small villages here unexpectedly reached 2 People include not only the regular army of various countries, but also the subordinate soldiers of various countries, as well as mercenaries of various countries, as well as the teams of local bravery and homeless people organized by the Portuguese.

Although he didn't know what the enemy was thinking, Zhang Qiang still knew that no matter what, he had to deal with the enemy's first round of shelling first, and then think of a solution.

On the top of the camp, the highest place, the flag was waved to convey Zhang Qiang's order to each camp, and then each camp would report back the news.

During this period of time, everyone was in tacit understanding, and no one fired a single shot at anyone's territory, nor sent a single soldier.

Prepare to defend while preparing to encircle.

Chapter 391 Battlefield Nightmare

Time is passing fast, night is falling, after a day of fighting, the battlefield is filled with an unpleasant smell of blood and gunpowder smoke, and there is also a kind of sadness. Outside, the joint army composed of Portuguese is sending out civilians to clean battlefield.

The battlefield is located on the southern coast. Although the temperature at night is relatively low and cool, because of the fighting during the day, the atmosphere at night is a bit weird and cold, but this is indeed a southern climate. The corpses should not be placed too much, and they must be cleaned up immediately. The Portuguese joint army knew it, so they lit torches and searched for corpses all over the mountains and plains.

It just stopped like this and stopped attacking.

This made Zhang Qiang feel the slightest surprise. Did they wait to make their side ready before attacking?

Lying on the wall of the stronghold, looking into the distance, looking at the field, the attack of the camp at the rear also stopped, there were no firearms left, the soldiers guarding the camp were still very strong, and they repelled the motley troops of the Portuguese , The camp in the distance has been plunged into darkness, except for the torches surrounded by the Portuguese attacking troops, there is no movement in the camp.

There was not even a neighing of a war horse.

The same is true for Zhang Qiang's camp and Li Guangdi's camp, which is plunged into darkness, while Su Zhengqing's camp is just like Zhang Qiang's camp, still surrounded by torches, illuminating every place in front of the wall brightly. Give the enemy the slightest opportunity to take advantage of, and occasionally hear one or two scolding sounds from the wall in the distance, and you can also hear the sound of bowstrings humming, this must be the archer on the wall With the help of the fire, the enemy who tried to approach the wall was retaliated or deterred.

The hot wind from the south was blowing, the camp set up by the enemy in the distance was brightly lit, and the ashes of the burnt corpses fell on the body in the distance, making people feel a little dark in their hearts and their morale seemed a little low.

"Governor, after a day of fighting, the soldiers are all tired. They can't be stretched like this. We have to take turns to rest." Zhang Qiang's Lancer Battalion Commander said.

"Depending on the situation, the enemy will not attack tonight. It's okay, let the soldiers go to rest. Two-thirds of the soldiers will rest, and one-third of the soldiers will be on duty. After two hours, one-third of the soldiers will change guards. Two-thirds of the soldiers rest, and everyone sleeps for two hours before dawn, I want to see what the Portuguese are up to?" Zhang Qiang said.

"Governor, why don't you rest earlier, and we will take turns guarding here." Lancer Battalion Commander said.

"Alright, watch carefully. If the enemy attacks, come and wake me up." Zhang Qiang was also tired, so he handed over the task of guarding to the Lancer Battalion Commander and went down to rest.

Looking for a dry place in a sheltered place, Zhang Qiang slept with his clothes on.

In fact, he is not worried about the current situation at all. With more than 3000 guards and the support of the Ming army who looked brave during the daytime battle, he has the ability to retreat safely even if he cannot defeat the enemy. He still stays here because of the things here, he has to solve them, or figure out whether the Portuguese and the Thai-Western allied forces are playing a big game of chess with the Qing army, and will such a game affect himself and the entire The safety of the anti-Qing Ming forces.

After all, there are many soldiers in the Qing Dynasty, and the fighting power of the Portuguese and Thai-Western coalition forces is too strong. It can be said that apart from the Huaxia Army and Kong Youde's firearms troops, Kong Youde's firearms troops are due to the large number of people and strength. up.

A powerful force can always stir up the situation, even a little prying can cause the Huaxia Army to suffer heavy losses and deviate from the correct track of the Huaxia Army, so I have to guard against it and come here in person.

This is a big game of chess. In terms of his ability to play chess, Zhang Qiang must be inferior to these historical heroes, especially people like Hong Chengchou.

With countless thoughts, Zhang Qiang fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, Zhang Qiang seemed to have returned to his previous life. As before, he played games, wrote online articles on the street, watched many online articles on the street, and dreamed that he could have Earn enough money in a day, and become a master, not only changing the living conditions of the family, but also changing my own life.

There is also a virtuous wife silently supporting him behind, and one or two cute children running happily under his knees. Seeing their happy faces and cute expressions, Zhang Qiang also showed a happy smile on his face.

Suddenly the painting style changed, the child stumbled in and ran in, shaking his shoulders, "Dad, dad, mom, mom is crazy, he killed my brother, killed my brother, and there is a man, he moved everything from our house , he came in with a knife in his hand."

Zhang Qiang suddenly came to his senses and saw his wife and a man walking in, throwing his son's body in front of him, and said coldly: "Zhang Qiang, you have had enough of being married to you all these years. It has been used for several years, it’s time to pay some usage fees, these two children will be considered as interest, hand over all your property, and the ownership of the house, come, press your fingerprint, and grab Zhang Qiang’s hand while saying, You have to press your fingerprints.

Zhang Qiang struggled desperately, struggled, struggled again, but could not break free. The daughter rushed forward, kicking and biting. The woman pulled her daughter's hair, cut her in half with a kitchen knife, and then threw it at Zhang Qiang. He said viciously, sign quickly, or you will be killed together. "

Zhang Qiang's non-cooperation angered the man, and he stabbed Zhang Qiang's chest with a knife. Zhang Qiang felt his blood spurt out, and his life was passing by. , her mouth and nose were crooked, but the woman still persisted, grabbed Zhang Qiang and shook her, "Quickly tell me, where have all the family property been stored these years? What are the passwords of those cards?"

The man rummaged through Zhang Qiang’s room, and all the books that Zhang Qiang liked before were thrown out, Ming History, Tang Chronicles, World War II History, Records of Famous Generals, How to Write, Composition, Appreciation of Masterpieces, Monthly Newsletter, Tales of Gods and Ghosts, Science Fiction Monthly, The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty, Political Classics, Analysis of World Divorce Cases, Men and Women, Happy Family, History of Human Reproduction, Introduction to Human Nature, War and Peace, Blood Evil.

"Hahaha, all happy families are alike, and every unhappy family has its own misfortunes. Hahaha, I am an unfortunate person, so I don't have a happy family."

The man kicked Zhang Qiang over, "Your uncle, you are a gentleman, there is no money in this world that can be trusted, tell me quickly, where are your savings over the past few years, where are the copyright fees for your books, and where have they all gone?" ?tell me."

Zhang Qiang was bleeding, panting, squinting his eyes and said: "I would rather feed the dog than give it to you. I donate it all. If there is one child with good conduct, I will give one, but people like you I will give one of my children. This is why I have been married for so many years, I am a master, and I have earned a lot of money, but my life is still so ordinary. There is no big house, no car, and only this house. It’s just me, two children, and one wife, as long as I have enough money, there is no need to keep so much money.”

"Damn, have you ever thought about me? My happy life, my eight pack muscular man, my yacht, my beach house, my private jet..." the woman said angrily, shaking Zhang Qiang.

"Hehe, you're usually pretty and elegant, so you're just pretending, so you can't get used to me, an old man,...don't think about it, a woman like you should go to hell, what is a happy life? Weaving, it’s the children’s love, the wife’s virtuousness, and the husband’s loyalty, you woman, where will you die, where will you die—ah—” Zhang Qiang just finished speaking, the woman stabbed him in the chest, and Zhang Qiang was completely dead.

"Ah—" Zhang Qiang yelled in shock and suddenly turned over.

"Commander, Commander, what's the matter with you?" Zhang Qiang opened his eyes, and saw that within the area illuminated by more than a dozen torches, his important guards and generals were all surrounding him, looking at him worriedly.

"Oh, it turned out to be a dream," Zhang Qiang wiped off the sweat from his forehead in shock, feeling relieved.

At least for now, there are still loyal generals, the Huaxia Army, and an enviable foundation, instead of being killed by the dogs and men of later generations.

The battalion commander of the Chaser Battalion handed over a cup of boiled water, and Zhang Qiang drank a few sips. He felt that the body heat lost during sleep had recovered, and his mind was somewhat clear.

"Ma De, the living environment of the later generations is really dangerous for a poor man like him. It's not as good as the current swords and swords, the hail of bullets and bullets are more straightforward. If you die, you will die, and if you are injured, you will be injured. Go straight. It's not like the future generations. A wife is like a spy lurking around, and it is very difficult to live a peaceful and happy life with a small family."

"My lord, what did you say?" Everyone was puzzled, and the commander of the Dragoon Battalion asked.

Lancer Battalion Commander said: "Your Excellency may not have woken up from the nightmare."

The battalion commander of the scout battalion said worriedly: "My lord, you can't have something to do, or our Huaxia Army will be in trouble."

Zhang Qiang stood up and suddenly staggered, almost unable to stand still. Only then did he realize that he had been lying down for too long. On the cold ground, some parts of his body became cold, and many places became stiff. He shook his head and smiled wryly. , I really have to pay attention to all the details. I can't just lie down with my clothes in the future.

After moving his body, he said to the commander of the scout battalion, "What's the matter?"

The scout battalion commander said: "There is probably something wrong with Li Guangdi's camp. There has been no news for a long time. The enemy tentatively launched an attack on Su Zhengqing's camp half an hour ago, but retreated after only reaching a distance of 100 meters from the camp. .”

"In addition, the enemy has been attacking the camp since the middle of the night, and the gunshots have continued, and it has not stopped until now. It is estimated that the camp has suffered heavy losses, and it is likely to be broken by the enemy at dawn. After all, there are no troops there. That's too much."

Zhang Qiang went up to the watchtower of the camp and looked towards the camp.

Sure enough, the sound of killing was loud, the torches were continuous, and the flames were everywhere.

But Li Guangdi's camp was quiet and silent, without torches or sounds, like a dead camp.

But where Su Zhengqing was brightly lit all night, the torches illuminated the surroundings, and the enemy had no chance to attack. The scouts of the Huaxia Army's liaison waved torches from time to time to convey the message that everything was safe.

Chapter 392 Conspiracy 1

Behind the quiet Portuguese camp, a group of Qing troops quietly came to the Thai-Western coalition camp.

A team of Qing cavalry carefully led them into the Chinese tent in the middle of the coalition camp.