In ancient wars, due to the backwardness of communication technology, many accidents often occur. The farther the geographical distance, the higher the probability of accidents. Although the pigeon technology has been with humans for thousands of years, this technology is not perfect, and it is normal for pigeons to have occasional accidents.

For example, the information that the imperial court sent Zhou Daoying and Ermao to negotiate with Xiao Letian did not reach Xiao Letian's hands. God knew that the pigeon was fucked and lost, but was still shot by the hunter. Anyway, after Xiao Letian learned that Zeng Guofan was heading north, he decided to do a big fight.

Outside Tianjin City, all the soldiers were ready to go to the expedition. The selected 10,000 tigers will go east early tomorrow morning and surround Tanggu Port to fight against Lotte Foreign Service.

Since ancient times, fighting wars has been burning money, which was particularly obvious in the late Qing Dynasty. It is natural to eat food when you are a soldier. When you raise soldiers on weekdays, you can fool them by just three simple meals a day. However, it is not that simple in wartime. It is not enough to make soldiers work hard without the incentives.

Chicken, duck, fish, tofu, eggs, white rice and white flour in the whole truck, and various rewards of various types must be prepared in advance. Soldiers must be rewarded for charging, and even when they have to be rewarded. The commander will also be rewarded for running back and forth for dozens of miles or hundreds of miles.

The reward is not over yet. Sometimes when the battle is fierce, it is not enough to remember the reward. You have to carry the silver to the soldiers and hand it to the soldiers, so that you can inspire morale. If you don’t have the money, you want others to work hard. At the least, you can scatter, and at worst, you can turn against each other in the chaos and kill a few officers.

Meile, the chief of the Eight Banners of Tianjin, has been busy with money for a while. The Tianjin Wei official warehouse has almost been emptied. If he doesn't seize such a good opportunity to make money, he will become the official in vain.

"Grandma, I want my brothers to work hard. No one can do it without money. No one can talk about the number of bandits. Anyway, Tanggu Green Camp has been completely defeated. This is a bandit that is not inferior to foreigners. Can you do it without bringing more soldiers? Can you do it without preparing more money?" Meile's eyes were blurred when he drank now. The ones sitting with him were the few capable confidants under him.

"What the lord said is that there is no reason why we don't pay for troops in the world. After all, we have been shaved and made a fortune. But we are serious but we have to make up for whatever we say this time..."

"That's right... let those civil servants argue with the Ministry of War, and those stakeholders make money by just writing. We're just doing it with our heads... and it's all..."

The people on the table had short tongues, and their eyes were filled with the light of silver. In their minds, no matter how high Xiao Letian's combat power was, he would only have two hundred people. More than 10,000 Eight Banners athletes set up their military formations and pushed them over like a mountain pressing down, and there was no reason to lose at all.

Meller was sweating profusely. He opened his arms and dissipated the heat and shouted in his mouth, "That who... sent someone to the camp to check it out. Although today, the master improved the food for his brothers, he would go to war tomorrow, and no one was allowed to drink too much..."

Speaking of this, Meer's eyes slipped to the wooden pallet on the table next to him, and it was full of eagles, all of which were foreign money raised from the official warehouse. Meer reached out to grab a piece and blew it gently, and the unique buzzing sound of silver coins suddenly sounded in his ears.

"What a fun thing. Other foreigners' things are good. All the coins are minted. Let's look at the heavy and bulky silver ingots in our Qing Dynasty. Why don't you learn from other foreigners?"

"Hey... don't you understand the thoughts of those dirty Chinese officials? If they changed to this kind of foreign money, will they go there to make money? Thanks to Mr. Yongzheng. If it weren't for his old man's fire, these civil officials would have been killed..."

"That's right, I heard from my great master that when the Nine Dragons fought for the throne, the Eighth Prince secretly engaged in a small court, and all the officials of all ages were loyal to the Eighth Master. At that time, the Eighth Master Party spent no less than one million taels of money in a year..."

As he was chatting, a thought suddenly flashed through Mele's mind, "Hey? I'll tell you, brothers... Why are there so many foreign silver coins from the Tianjin official warehouse this time? I guess it's at least 50%. Is it because Tianjin is now paying taxes with foreign money?"

After thinking about it, several brothers really saw that when they were seconding military pay, they saw that more than half of the official warehouse were filled with such foreign money. There were so many in the official warehouse, and it was conceivable how many people would have to have.

"Sir, why are you concerned about this? This is something that civil servants are worried about. Let's drink and then drink..."

The night became darker and darker, and the barracks gradually returned to peace. Except for Meller and other senior officers, the other officers and soldiers, were already asleep. Just as the hour hand pointed at one o'clock in the morning, the dead grass outside the camp suddenly moved, and a figure in a straw disguise secretly approached the barracks.

There were more and more figures, approaching the camp from all directions like ghosts in the dark night. The wooden fence could not stop them at all, and it flew into the military camp like a kite.

The soldiers guarding the camp gate shrank their hands and looked at the dark night boredly. Suddenly, a black hand from behind him covered his mouth tightly. The sharp dagger pierced under his ribs and stirred hard. The unlucky soldier's legs twitched and immediately returned to the underworld.

The four soldiers guarding the camp gate were almost stabbed to death by covering their mouths at the same time. The camp gates in the southeast, west and northeast had fallen without even a warning. Teams of ten people quickly entered the camp on tiptoe, as quiet as teams of raccoon cats.

This is Xiao Letian's new army, this is an iron army trained completely according to the requirements of special forces. Infiltration and lurking are skills they must master, and night battles are no problem.

Tents, wooden houses, horse sheds, warehouses... all important goals in the camp have long been marked on the map. All the squad leaders have a detailed topographic map in their hands. Even before the action, Xiao Letian asked the craftsmen to make a large sand table and reconstruct the terrain three-dimensionally.

The plan for the night attack on Xiao Letian was very clear, which was to burn all the enemy's supplies and carry out a beheading operation. None of Meller and his men's iron rods could run away, and they could not be captured alive and killed immediately.

Wang Huaiyuan's prison hall had already figured out the route and frequency of night patrols. Less than half an hour after the new army entered the camp, all the eight banners and ten night patrol teams were wiped out. In that era, due to nutritional problems, the soldiers were somewhat blind. Often, the new army wearing black camouflage clothes crawled beside him, and they could not find it.

"What? Ah... there is a ghost!" A soldier who was getting up at night finally found the ghost shaking in the night wind, but what was waiting for him was an icy crossbow arrow that shot through his throat.

"Take it, act immediately..." An orange-red firework exploded in the night sky, and then countless fireheads in the camp soared into the sky. Warehouses, horse sheds, armories, tents and wooden houses where soldiers lived, dozens of fire points spread rapidly, and in a short while the entire night sky was illuminated.

"The first two platoons and five squads in the northeast direction, and capture Mele alive... The second squads in the second squads must be blown up in the south... The other squads fight in dispersed battles, mainly to drive away, don't fight..."

Military orders sounded one after another, and Xiao Letian raised his butcher knife again in the firelight. More than 20,000 Eight Banners soldiers were considered unlucky.

"The enemy attacks... If there is an enemy attack, rush out and fuck them... Oh, fuck, where are my pants? Who the hell put my pants away..."

"Where is my knife? I'm obviously hanging on the wall, who picked it away?"

"Blessed by the Emperor's ancestors, where did the enemy come from? Where did the enemy come from..."

The soldiers in the big bunk bed in the wooden house were in chaos. While they were struggling to find their trousers and waist knives, the wooden door was kicked open with a bang. Three Spencer reached in and shot in a fire.

"My mother, what a ghost soldier... really a ghost soldier..." Before he could say anything, the individual had been shot into a sieve by the bullet. The soldier covered the gun hole on his body and wanted to block the blood, but his strength disappeared bit by bit. The pain did not last long, and the last bullet shot into his eyebrows, ending his life.

The same killings continued to take place in the camp, and the crisp sound of the Molotov cocktail was endless. These homemade mobilizers were so easy to use. Many soldiers were sealed in the house by flames before they even left the door.

At this time, on the mound not far outside the camp, Xiao Letian was staring at a sea of ​​fire without turning his eyes. "Speed, speed... Damn, you guys should hurry up. Two hundred and twenty thousand are relying on surprise, and speed..."

"Push to the core of the camp, advance quickly. I want to capture Meile alive, don't worry about those little fish..."

Xiao Letian jumped and scolded, his emotions were extremely excited. This was a big gamble. The plan to exceed 20,000 and 20,000 yuan appeared and everyone was stunned. Those veterans who had participated in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom movement, even though they had experienced many battles, did not expect Xiao Letian to be so crazy.

Before Meller took action, he took the lead in taking advantage of the protection of the night to launch a fire attack, and used the new army's super penetration ability to penetrate the enemy's heart and beat all the officers in one go. No one dared to use such a crazy and bold plan except Xiao Letian.

"I have confidence in my new army, and I have confidence in the corruption and decline of the Eight Banners. Although we have fewer people, our advantages are also obvious. The gap between the times can make up for the shortcomings in numbers. If you are afraid, I, Xiao Letian, lead my troops..."

It's time to say this, so let's start. It took only three days for the intelligence personnel of the Criminal Hall to spy on everything. When will Meller and his friends get the money in place, when will the banquet be held, and when will the battle go... all the details are clearly found.

At this time, you can see the benefits of the elite military policy. There is no need for any combat preparation, and there is not even a pre-war mobilization. As long as you give the order, the 200 New Army can fight at any time.
Chapter completed!