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Chapter 157
Standing on the wall of Jia Zhuang, Zhang Cheng stepped up to the turret on the southeast corner with Zhang Yan's infantry commander Liang Song.

Looking around, there are many flags of various colors in the north of Jiazhuang, even behind the official road in the east, there are also flags waving. Judging from the colors of the flags, the Eight Banners of Jiannu and Eight Banners of Mongolia are halfway there.

The Qing army camp was crowded with people and horses galloping back and forth. Most of them came after dusk yesterday. They only temporarily set up some simple tents and lit piles of bonfires to resist the cold wind.

Before dawn today, more than [-] Qing troops came and were busy setting up tents. Looking at the sea of ​​flags fluttering and the boundless war horses, Zhang Cheng took a long breath.

Sure enough, there are more than ten thousand people, boundless.

This situation reminded him of the grand scene before the division of troops in Changping, when the camps of the Xuanda and Guanning armies were connected and boundless, even larger than the Qing army in front of him.

"It's a pity!"

Zhang Cheng secretly sighed in his heart.

It can now be estimated that the Qing army outside Jiazhuang will reach nearly 4 people today, but how many Qing troops will gather here in the end is still uncertain!

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After breakfast, some firecrackers were patrolling back and forth on the wall of the village.

Huang An was wearing armor, a bright red cloak, and a banner on his back. He was leaning against the dirt wall, with a dead branch in his mouth, humming a little tune.

There was a sound of footsteps, Huang An turned his head lazily, and saw that it was Tian Mingyu, the team officer, and he said in a cynical way: "Hey, Tiantou is here."

Tian Ming didn't care when he met him, and still said affectionately: "How about it, Lao Huang, is there any movement from the Tartars?"

Huang An didn't move, just turned the corner of his eyes to the south, and said: "There is no movement, I haven't even seen a mouse, this tartar is probably still eating."

He was beside Tian Mingyu, looking south through the earthen wall, and there was a wasteland in front of him, except for the weeds swaying in the wind, and the tartar camp was two miles away, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

Tian Mingyu reminded Huang Andao: "The Tartars are here, they are going to attack today, we have to be careful, don't lose face to the Right Wing Battalion."

"What face, the general treats us well on weekdays, and he always remembers it in his heart, so he won't lose the prestige of our right-wing camp." Huang An still agreed lazily.

Tian Mingyu spoke a few more words with Huang An, then led a few guards to continue patrolling.

Outside the south gate of Jiazhuang, Zhang Yan's infantry army under the command of the two outpost sergeants on the left and right were in charge of guarding, and they deployed defenses behind the earth walls on the left and right outside the south gate.

They have eleven cannons for each sentinel, and all the sentinel gunners are reorganized to form the B, Z and C teams to operate the cannons. Each group has three people, exactly one team of 33 people, and operates eleven cannons.

Tian Mingyu was the officer in charge of the Zuo Sen A and C teams. After he left Huang An's third team, he went to patrol in the direction of the first team and the second team.

Huang An's first team is a melee team, and they have ten people in one team, four of them are sword and shield soldiers, and six of them hold long spears. They usually rest in the earthen wall ten steps behind the gunmen, and they are responsible for fighting against the rushing soldiers in wartime. The Qing army fought hand to hand.

Sergeant Huang An, a first-class and second-class sergeant, was behind the earthen wall ten steps to the south. They were chatting, watching, or warming up around several fires behind the earthen wall.

The ignited wood crackled in the fire, and the sergeants used the heat from the fire to expel some of the chill.

Different from the cold soldiers in the melee team of the top three, these two are all gunfire soldiers. While chatting, they are still carefully nursing the firecrackers in their hands.

They wiped the black and thick gun body with a soft cloth, or wrapped the stick with a fine cloth to clean and protect the inside of the gun barrel.

Seeing Tian Mingyu striding over, all the soldiers stood up and saluted Tian Mingyu. He looked at his subordinates with satisfaction. These firecrackers all wore eight-petal caps and iron pointed helmets on their heads.

However, they only wore ordinary red fat jackets, and they also wore thick red cloaks. None of them wore armor. First, the armor was indeed expensive, and most of it was allocated to the more elite cavalry.

The second is that after the gunfire soldiers fired the bullets, there were many steps to reload the bullets. Wearing armor would cause inconvenience in operation and affect the speed of shooting. Therefore, most of the gunfire soldiers in the Ming army at this time did not wear armor. .

Tian Mingyu patted the shoulders of the sergeants in front of him affectionately, and greeted them with care. Since yesterday, the sergeants have eaten their fill, and last night and this morning, they had some meat supplements, and their spirits have recovered. , The color of hunger and fatigue is gone.

He said in a loud voice: "Brothers, cheer up, don't let the Tartars sneak over."

All the sergeants laughed and said: "Captain Tian, ​​the guns in our hands are not vegetarians. The tartars came quietly, so we will quietly kill his old man."

Amidst the laughter, Gou Changsheng, the chief of the first armor, and Zheng Youjin, the chief of the second armor, also came to meet Tian Mingyu. They all had small flags on their backs, which were the same as Huang An's, and slightly smaller than Tian Mingyu's. Some.

After talking a few more words with the two armor chiefs, Tian Mingyu kept staring intently at the south of Jiazhuang, with a wide field of vision, except for the pre-dug ditches and piled earth walls, it was a wasteland and wilderness, but there were no Qing soldiers yet. Signs of an attack.

Tian Qiming said in a deep voice: "The Tartars are very cunning, we must keep an eye on them, and don't dare to be negligent!"

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The earth seemed to be shaking all the time!

From the north and east of Jiazhuang, there was a rumbling sound like thunder, and then the smoke and dust in the distance could be seen rising into the sky, slowly spreading in the air, from far to near.

Zhang Cheng and others had already heard the sound, and rushed to the northeast corner of Jia Zhuang. Looking around, the surrounding Qing army surrounded like a sea, like a tidal wave.

Jiang Mingwu, the general of Shanxi Township, had a shocked expression on his face, and he blurted out, "There are too many Tartar soldiers here, right?"

Zhang Cheng, Lu Xiangsheng and the others also had serious expressions on their faces, the force of the slave bandits was beyond their expectation.

But since it's here, let it be!
Fortunately, the army has been prepared in advance, although I dare not say it is perfect, but thirty or forty thousand slaves may not be able to break through such a solid fortress, everyone just stick to it and fight hard.

I don't know how long the sound of rumbling hooves rang, and then it slowly weakened, and the large puffs of smoke and dust gradually scattered away, revealing the dense layers of flags of various colors around it, as well as Qing cavalry in various armors.

They were all gathered in the wilderness several miles to the north and east of Jiazhuang, densely packed, and it seemed that more than ten thousand Qing troops had come, because they were all one man with two horses, or many horses, and the momentum of their galloping was indeed impressive. Terrifying.

Hundreds of Qing troops came rolling along the official road from the north, and stopped on the official road two miles away from the east gate of Jiazhuang. Then, dozens of gallops came from the east and south, and with them confluence.

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