Chapter 233 Xi'an

What is war?

The word "war" is a synonym for cruelty, tragedy, tyranny, arson, slaughter and other inhumane evils.

The so-called war includes all inhumane evil huge demon pockets. It poisons creatures, destroys fertile land, destroys houses, is wanton tyrannical, destroys culture, turns the world into hell, and causes countless creatures to become lonely ghosts. - This is war.

What is justice?

Justice is power, and only power is justice. Everything is nothing more than the law of the jungle.

Xi'an on the fifth day of July has been shrouded in gunfire. The rumble of gunfire, gunfire and shouting sound seemed to be the only sound of the whole city. On the fourth day of July, the secret gathering of the leaders of Shaanxi New School, the new army and the brother's association decided to fight. At about 10 a.m., the battle began. Because it was Sunday, the garrison officers released Falsely, the nursing governors and various magist officials in the Qing Dynasty were at home again. Before they had time to react, the insurgents occupied the Ordnance Bureau and seized a large number of weapons and ammunition. After occupying the commanding heights of the Drum Tower, they successively occupied the governor's government office and vassals. That night, the insurgents set up a general headquarters in the Ordnance Bureau, and Jing Yuexiu, the principal of Shaanxi Xintang, was the governor. , the whole country of Shaanxi Guangfu.

When entering the curtain, the Mancheng flag soldiers attacked with cavalry scores, and attacked the Han army with the Huizi Horse Team as the first Manchu people, and were defeated by the Han army. On the fifth day of the first lunar month, in the morning, the uprising of the Han army attacked the gate of the vegetable market, and then divided its troops to attack the east and south gates. The flag soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Near noon, the Han army attacked the east gate with artillery and applied explosives. The gate was broken at noon. The inner city flag soldiers and the Han army launched a deadly street battle, and the two sides fought door to door in the inner city. Because the remnants of Manchu stubbornly resisted the Han army in order to reduce casualties, they actually attacked with fire and flames.

On the Guanzhong Plain, Xi'an, a thousand-year-old Yanjing, which has been favored by history, has become a sea of fire at this time. The fire reflects the smoke and makes the night sky red.

"How about going back quickly and asking for some artillery support later? As long as--"

As soon as the voice fell, the officer who cut off the whip was thrown into the air, and then like a leaf scorched by the sun, rolled up by a gust of wind, drifted back and forth a few times, and slowly fell into the dark hole with a big mouth.

I don't know how long it took him to wake up and feel dizzy. No, he didn't feel anything, and he didn't feel anything. He didn't exist anymore. His consciousness had left his body and was still falling in the cold black hole with a big mouth open. He wanted to stop falling. It was too dark and cold down there.

"Help me!"

He heard a faint voice praying, which sounded familiar. Is it himself? He can't know. The sound seemed to come from consciousness, and was immediately submerged by the gloomy and deafening sound of gunfire that bounced back around.

"Sar," another voice shouted anxiously.

"S sir, we'll take you to the hospital."

The dizzy consciousness hesitated in the fall and flutter, as if he didn't know which direction to go, and then began to float up, tired and sleepy... "Hospital - why do you want to go to the hospital?"

"You're hurt--" a voice replied pantingly.

This sound sounds a little familiar. Who is it?

He struggled to figure out who it was. Suddenly, there was a rumble, and the consciousness and the separated body reconverged. Senses and perceptions are back. A violent, scorching headache... extremely difficult to breathe... The bumps of the stretcher made him sick... You can see a small piece of sky, turbid and hazy, and bursts of black smoke drifting by from time to time... Accidentally caught a glimpse of the curled leaves on the branches burned by the fire, the burning roof... The whole world was beating down, Like a drunk... frightened scratching around, dull explosion sound... kill! Kill them all!

In this dull explosion, people's roars kept coming out. The roar echoed in the mind of Jing Bumu one after another. In his squinted eyes, it seemed that the swords could be seen waving knives and guns in the streets and alleys, and the flames reflected everything in the sky.

"Quick...hide in..."

Outside the gate of the British Baptist Church, a British priest shouted loudly there, and more and more flagmen ran towards the church. For them, there are only two ways to escape now. One is to escape while the rebels are unprepared to climb over the city wall, and the other is to escape into the church to be protected by foreigners.

The priest's words were interrupted by a violent explosion and the sound of machine guns, and there were bursts of screams and groans in the street, accompanied by roars.

The priest of the class standing at the door of the Baptist church looked at the street in front of him regardless of the passing bullets. The scene on the street suddenly gave him a feeling in his heart that the sky over Xi'an City seemed to be tightly held in his hand by a huge, angry devil, roaring and roaring. He even I can't understand all this in front of me.

He saw the rebels chasing the enemy, even giving up using long and short guns, but waving a big knife, cutting the enemy's head like a devil, and the knife dancing in their hands, waving like the devil's sickle.

In the Baptist church, the original design can accommodate about 100 people, but now three or four hundred people are crowded in it, just like sardines in a can. The women with nursing children in their arms sat in the middle, followed by women with older children, and then men. They had blood on their bodies and despair on their faces. Listening to the roar from the outside, they hugged their heads and covered their ears in horror from time to time.

There was another sharp roar, followed by a deafening explosion, and the earth under his feet was shaking violently. It was the iniency's cannons shelling all over the city.

God! Please forgive the sinners here and bless your people!

Feeling the tremor of the earth, the priest knelt in front of the cross and prayed. He prayed that the thin wooden door could block the demon-like insurgents from hell. The street had been dyed red. How long will this battle last?

The sound of gunfire from Dongcheng kept reaching Jing Yuexiu's ears. Listening to the sound of gunfire from there, there was nothing strange on his face, but there he kept giving orders to the old brothers and the officers of the new army. In the room, a telegraph machine made a chat from time to time, and the telegraph machine was wearing headphones. The young man in the school uniform of the new school made a record on the paper from time to time. After translating a telegram, he tore off the paper casually and took it over by another person.

"Report, the Sixth Division of the Restoration Army has arrived 15 kilometers away from Xi'an! Now they are marching to Xi'an and are expected to arrive in Xi'an before dawn.

"Yunshan, tell your brothers to step up the search for the remnants of the enemy!"

As soon as Wan Bingnan next to

heard that the Guangfu Army was coming, he hurriedly ordered Zhang Yunshan before the governor Jing Yuexiu spoke.

"Good!"

Jing Yuexiu frowned slightly and didn't say anything. He knew what they were going to do. He didn't mean to stop them, and he didn't have to stop them.

In the city, the initiator who searched door-by-door searched with the idea of talking and looking at their feet. For women, a pair of unwrapped feet hides the identity of the flag man in any case, but the flagmen in the city can't speak Xi'an dialect.

This provided convenience for their search. For more than ten minutes, bursts of gunfire began to sound on the streets near the Ordnance Bureau. Rows of people tied with ropes were pushed into the streets. Outside the streets and alleys, people riding horses, carrying guns and carrying knives blocked anyone's idea of wanting to enter.

There is a long and wide pit at the foot of the city wall on the right side of the gate, which is a deep pit dug by hundreds of prisoners overnight. At the foot of the city wall, there were several filled pits. This was the last of the swordsmen riding on horses to drive a row of prisoners to the narrow open space between the city wall and the pit.

At this time, all the machine guns at the edge of the pit were set up and aimed at the deep pit, and then the swordsmen immediately began to drive the prisoners into the pit. It was only at this time that the prisoners who carried the bodies seemed to wake up suddenly. More than a dozen people shouted angrily to break out of the ranks, and immediately were cut off their heads with a big knife by the swordsman on the horse's back.

In the driven team, several people turned to the swordsman who was holding them, silver, copper coins, anything that could be taken out of their pockets, and they kept begging for something.

"Hahaha! These dogs are going to give us military sage again!"

The officers in uniforms with heels and new military uniforms jokingly shouted that they had not led the military pay for two months, and now these people knew how to pay the military pay.

"But it's too late!"

A prisoner of war who was very close to him threw a pocket watch to him. The pocket watch was gold, shining in the morning sun. Why did you miss it during the previous body search? This guy probably thought that a watch could save his life at this time.

When the swordsman next to him took the pocket watch, his eyes were full of greed, but when the man was about to speak, the swordsman on the horse's back waved the big knife in his hand again, drawing a shadow, and the next moment the head of the person fell into the pit.

A few minutes later, all the prisoners of war were driven into a huge pit. So many people squeezed in, and saw a face distorted by fear, and many people's eyes were full of hatred and anger.

"Buried!"

A swordsman on the horse's back roared and issued an order. The next moment, the swordsmen around the pit waved shovels to shovel the soil into the pit. At this time, there was a creepy begging for mercy from the pit, and the cry of pain echoed in the gray sky in the early morning, which was extremely miserable.

At this time, everything here, like the Qin army, the ancestor of the three Qin sons of the Qin Dynasty 2165 years ago, waved a spade to fill the soil towards the pit. Finally, all the moans and cries stopped completely when the pit was half filled in. Everything in the ancient capital of this thousand years seemed so quiet. .

Just like the Battle of Changping, the prisoners of war went to another world. After the swordsmen dug and buried the pit, they began to jump on the ground. Their movements were somewhat like the dance of the Qin army's victory more than 2100 years ago. History and reality overlapped at this moment.

The gunfire in the city ended near dawn, but the gunfire on the streets of the Ordnance Bureau was still resounding until dawn. At this time, the vanguard of the Ninth Division of the Restoration Army had arrived in Xi'an. When they passed the East Gate, they saw a team of horses with big knives on their backs. The friendly soldiers of rifles and swords were seeing this. When some light returned to the army, they shouted and shouted in the Qin cavity of the sky. The next moment, the swordsmen who jumped off the horse rushed into the team and hugged the soldiers.

The cheering soldiers raised the knives and feet and threw them into the sky, shouting for their uprising, and the knives and the knives threw the soldiers into the sky, cheering for the meeting of the two sides. Under the city wall was just a sea of joy.

Tang Licai, who rode on a tall horse and stood on the roadside, reviewed the troops moving forward. The troops who marched forward overnight rested for four hours on the roadside until nine o'clock in the morning. At this time, all the officers and soldiers had changed their dusty military uniforms and the clean military uniforms in their backpacks, and even They also deliberately scraped the mud on the bottom of their boots by the river. They had to show the most spiritual side to their compatriots in the land of Sanqin. The tiredness of the long-distance march was wiped from their faces, leaving only the excitement of entering Xi'an.

"D, D..."

A sound of horses' hoofs sounded and looked at the smoke and dust raised by the sound of horses' hoofs. Tang Li saw a burst of dust on the roadside. A team of cavalry came over. The sixth division had handed over its car. The reason was very simple. After crossing Tongguan, it was difficult for the army to protect gasoline, not to mention that they had to enter Gansu. Xinjiang Province.

The horse team slowed down at a distance of more than 100 meters away from him. Tang Li was surprised to see that it was not the officers and soldiers of the Sixth Division on the horse's back. It should be the Xi'an Xinghan Rebel Army! As they slowed down, the leading horse ran over first.

The soldier riding a horse made a military salute on the horse's back.

"Report, sir! Jing Yuexiu, the commander of the Shaanxi governor and the commander of the Xinghan Army..."

When the soldier reported, Jing Yuexiu hurried forward a few steps on the horse's back and came towards Tang Li.

"Master Tang, welcome!"

"Governor Jing, thank you for your hard work!"

Smiles floated on the faces of the two, and behind Jing Yuexiu, most of the new army officers, brother-in-law's robes and knife leaders were surprisedly at this strong troops. The mule and horse pulled the cannon behind the cannon, and every two rows of soldiers could see the soldiers carrying heavy machine guns, all of which made These people's breathing has become rapid. It's just these cannons and machine guns that have made them understand why this Wen Ruisheng can't defend Tongguan. Just because of these more than a dozen cannons are bombarding, Tongguan must not be able to defend it.

"Jing Duan, I received a telegram from Nanjing!"

Hearing this, Jing Yuexiu frowned. He looked at the new army officers, robes and leaders behind him, with some helpless astringency on his face.

"Master Tang, you know, I can control the student army of the new school, but... This place is different from the mainland. The swordsmen are born with blood at the mouth of the knife..."

When he looked at the new army officers, robes and leaders, Tang Licai's face was still smiling, but when he smiled, he spit out a cold word.

"Governor Jing, do you want me to help you clean up the military discipline?"

(to be continued)