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Along the Lu River shrouded in night, the bleaks of the war are still burning. Xia Zhankui's troops are defeated like mountains, and the defeated soldiers are scattered and fleeing. They just want to leave this battlefield like Shura hell quickly. The revolutionary army came from the south, and the Qing soldiers fled along the river or ran down the river. They casually found a piece of driftwood and drilled into the river. The cold weather in the autumn night is quite heavy, and the river is rapid. Thanks to these Qing soldiers, the Hunan soldiers who are surfing in Dongting Lake, and the Qing soldiers who fled into the water may really escape from the sky. However, on the chaotic escape of the defeated soldiers, several people can keep their sober minds and seek a way to heaven for themselves. More Qing soldiers, just by instinct, run away at the sight of the road, and run away when they see the revolutionary army wearing a large-brimmed hat. Can they still consider whether it is a way to live or a dead road?

When an army loses its fighting ambition, it is so vulnerable. The revolutionary army really hated these Qing soldiers, wielding bayonets to drive away the defeated soldiers. Those Qing soldiers who ran a little slower, the bayonet of the revolutionary soldiers wore his vest mercilessly. He landed the body of the Qing soldier, and the blood soared on the beach, adding another wisp of blood red to the beach, which was almost full of blood. The blood-stained white-edged bayonet waved to the fleeing Qing soldiers again, who just kept cursing the brutality and cruelty of the revolutionary army in his heart. These Qing soldiers seem to have forgotten that when they suppressed the uprising of the revolutionary army, it was even more tragic. In the 32nd year of Guangxu, there were more than 10,000 people in the slaughtered revolutionary army in Ping, Liu and Li uprisings in Hunan Province. The people in Ping, Liu and Li were withered, and ten rooms were empty.

The Maxim light machine gun of the revolutionary army has been set up, and the Qing soldiers driven into groups by the revolutionary army soldiers are fed by the river. The revolutionary soldiers pulled the off-duty machine hard, and the machine gun spewed out a tongue of fire, mercilessly sweeping the regiment of soldiers into a hornet's nest. A bloody corpse fell down and rolled down the river, floating and sinking with the river. The uncertain fire on the shore shone on the bank of the river. I only saw the red baby on the cold hat worn by the Qing army fluctuating on the river. The blood kept flowing from the body of the Qing soldiers dyed the river on the bank into a light pink color.

Zhang Xu looked at the dramatic change of the war situation on the other side. His mood had just floated into the nine clouds and fell into the bottomless abyss fiercely. Looking at the mournful scene of the Qing soldiers who were chased and slaughtered by the revolutionary army, he was silent. I don't know whether it's too much blood loss or too much mental stimulation, and his face is pale like a dead man. Zhang Xu's desperate question in his heart, is it that God is going to kill me in the Qing Dynasty?

Now the revolutionary army is gathering on the other side, but Zhang Xu's position is dilapidated, and the Qing soldiers are like dead dogs. The Qing army had no room for defense in the position of Sandao Bridge, just waiting for the revolutionary army to reach out to get it.

Several little courtes-in-law and soldiers around Zhang Xu watched Xia Zhankui escape from the other side. They all had the courage to persuade Zhang Xu, "Your Excellency, let's withdraw. The three bridges can no longer be guarded."

"The adults on the other side have abandoned and fled. Let's retreat, my lord."

"Your Excellency, the revolutionary army is so ferocious that we can't resist it. Even if we retreat, the Admiral will not blame us."

"Your Excellency, keep the green mountains, and don't be afraid of no firewood. We'd better meet the admiral and find another way.

Zhang Xu's personal soldiers are persuading Zhang Xu to run away. Zhang Xu wanted to die in the country, but they didn't want to be stupid enough to wait for him to die here. Poor these soldiers survived by parasitizing Zhang Xu and left Zhang Xu. In these troubled times, they could not find a way to live. They were unwilling to wait to die, so they could only persuade Zhang Xu to change his determination to die in the Qing Dynasty. They all said the reason they could think of, but Zhang Xu was unmoved with a dead face, and his eyes were just staring at the movement of the revolutionary army on the other side.

The revolutionary army on the other side of the Luhe River began to gather again. Those ferocious revolutionary army soldiers were covered with blood, their sleeves rolled up high, and the rustic style of standard mud legs were so murderous. A neat square team of the revolutionary army was formed, and every revolutionary army soldier held a bloody bayonet. The forest-like bayonet was cold and strict, and they had not drunk enough of tonight's blood.

Zhang Xu's few Qing soldiers jumped around, and the revolutionary army was about to kill again, to avenge the revolutionary army who died here. Seeing such a brutal killing of the revolutionary army on the other side, they had no hope of luck, but desperately urged Zhang Xu to run away.

The desperate chatter of the soldiers finally made Zhang Xu react. Zhang Xu exploded, pretended to be a crazy tiger, waved a long knife, and cut his few of his own soldiers, which he usually regarded as precious, was blurred. The world finally calmed down, and Zhang Xu muttered to himself, "Eat the king's salary, loyalty to the king. Minister Zhang Xu, you can't share your worries. If you guard this territory, you can only apologize with death.

Xia Zhankui has taken off his official robe and mixed in the scattered Qing army. He floated and sank in the Lu River with a piece of driftwood in his arms. He hid into the dark Lu River and escaped the pursuit of the revolutionary army. The resentment against the revolutionary army in my heart kept rising, and the victory was inexplicably lost.

Xia Zhankui will not admit defeat so easily. As long as he can escape from the sky this time, he will fight against Li to the end in his life. Xia Zhankui, who has always followed Zeng Wenzheng as an example, will not admit defeat in any case. In those years, Zeng Wenzheng fought with Changmao. He was not defeated repeatedly, but he was still defeated repeatedly and never admitted defeat. In the battle of Jiujiang, Zeng Wenzheng was almost buried in the fish belly of Poyang Lake, which was even more similar to his own battle tonight.

Xia Zhankui, who went down the stream with driftwood in his arms, looked at the dark night sky for a long time. He believed that this was by no means a coincidence of fate, but a fate. God is destined to let Xia Zhankui go through this ordeal, and God will have a great responsibility on the people! Xia Zhankui, as long as he walks along the road of Zeng Wenzheng, can withstand the test of God, which is the road to victory. In the end, he destroyed the chaotic party, restored the society, achieved a thousand years of fame, and left a name for the famous minister of Zhongxing in the Qing Dynasty. Now let Li Yuanhong, who lives in Wuhan, and Li Xiang's generation are arrogant. In the future, it will not end up with Hong and Yang, who live in Nanjing. In this chaotic world, we still have to wait for me, Xia Zhankui, to clean up.

Xia Zhankui held the driftwood in his arms and floated with the waves in the river. He didn't see today's dilemma in his eyes. He was interested and said leisurely, "If the man doesn't cover the coffin, who can expect to make progress."

Liu Yuan's night banquet has been curtained, and the guests dispersed and returned to the dead of night.

Li Xiang has returned to the Yanyu small building from the barracks. At this moment, the small building is still brightly lit. The officers with large brims on their heads go in and out, and the military information about Liujia Temple and Sandao Bridge spread into the small buildings one after another.

In the battle room of the staff headquarters of the Caotai team headquarters temporarily built by Li Xiang, the big red lanterns are hung high, making the room bright. Li thought that although it can't be compared with modern fluorescent lamps, it is almost the same as tungsten light bulbs.

A huge map of Hanyang Mansion is spread out on the desktop, and the direction of the three bridges is messed up by pencils of various colors. Originally, it was thought to be a battle for Liujiamiao Station, but it developed into a battle for three bridges. At this moment, the war situation has evolved into a melee, not to mention a night battle. I'm afraid that the actual situation of the battle will be more chaotic. In such a chaotic battlefield, no matter how good the commander is, he can't give full play to his command skills. It all depends on the individual combat ability of the soldier. Whoever is more ruthless than him can survive.

Everyone gathers around this map. No matter how tense the situation of the three bridges is, they can only sit here and wait. It's too late to transfer troops from Hankou to reinforce Sandao Bridge. The result of everything can only be seen by Li Xiping.

Zeng Gao took the scale, measured the distance on the map, and then calculated the usual marching speed. Fang said, "Fortunately, Li Xiping was cautious and left a reserve at Liujiamiao Station. As long as Liu Jing is not too sloofy, Zhang Zheng can rescue him in time even if he only uses his usual marching speed.

"Liu Jing is definitely not a straw bag." Lin Tiechang patted his chest and promised, "It's just Xiang Yong fighting. He has always been brave. How long can Liu Jing last? What's more, Xia Zhankui has always followed the example of the dead master of your family, and he must be a little overweight. If Xia Zhankui sends two teams to block the aid and delay the time, can Liu Jing still stand it?

Zeng Gaoyi heard that the dead master's hand holding the scale also froze. Maybe this master was so famous that after his death, there was no great figure in the Zeng family. As a direct bloodline of the Zeng family, Zeng Gao has always lived under his prestige. No matter where he goes, he can look high, but only because of his surname, Zeng Gao is not complacent, but more helpless. Only when he is with Li Xiang will he not look up at himself because of his son Zeng.

Lin Tiechang saw that Zeng Gao's face was wrong, and he also knew that he had mentioned a person who should not be mentioned. He quickly closed his mouth and didn't know how to ease the awkward atmosphere. Several staff officers are careful and have a good understanding of Zeng Gao's feelings at this moment, and it is even more difficult for them to interrupt this kind of thing. The sudden silence of the war room made the atmosphere even more embarrassing.

Lin Tiechang is really a big mouth. He dares to say gossip, and he dares to say it in front of people. Li thought to himself that his gossip will not be spread by him. The atmosphere was so stuffy that Li Xiang couldn't stand it. He quickly shouted, "Xiao Wan, build a pot of tea for us."

"Yes, general." His eyes were spinning around here, and Tang Yuewan, who was watching the bustle, quickly ran to bring tea.

"Anyway, we have come to this point. Sit down and have a cup of tea and wait for the news." Li wanted to pull the backrest and sit down, and his legs were raised.

Li thought that he broke the boring situation with his voice. Anyway, he was waiting for the news, and his heart was already uneasy enough. If he stuffed the situation here again, he would only be more flustered. It's better to sit down and have a cup of tea and use it as a quilt cover. It has reached this point. It's not enough to worry about it. The worst development in history can only follow the original track, and where can it go? At worst, don't fight for Hankou and play Stalingrad.

Tang Yuewan sent tea and some snacks. Li wanted to take a cup of tea and taste it leisurely. In addition to bitterness, he also felt anything else in his mouth.

The generals have shown this calmness when the coach Li Xiangduo. No matter how anxious others are, they can only accompany Li Xiang to pretend to be calm. It's just that I can't help worrying. I pull up the situation of the three bridges and calculate all kinds of possibilities on the map. Li didn't want to stop them. He pretended to be calm on his face, and his ears were raised. He was worried and raised in his heart. He forgot to pretend to drink both mouths of tea, but he eavesdropped on them every word.

"Report!" Suddenly, a report sounded at the door, and Li Xiang, who was erecting his ears, shook the teacup in his hand and splashed it into his front and wet.

"Come in." Li wants to tone down, and this calmness can still be pretended. He put the teacup on the table, took Tang Yuewan, handed over the handkerchief, and wiped the tea on his chest.

The correspondent stepped into the door and hurriedly said, "Three Bridges!"

Hearing the victory of the three bridges, Li Xiang almost bounced up from the chair. At this time, he pretended to be deep, calm, and then pretended to be closed. Li wanted to grab the good news from the correspondent and waved his hand to let the communication retreat. Xia Zhankui's Yuezhou patrol battalion was completely destroyed, Zhang Biao's remnants were completely destroyed, and the three bridges were completely in the hands of the revolutionary army. Now, except for the Beiyang Army, there are no enemies who can threaten Hankou.

Li Xiping did a good job this time. It should be said that he did a very good job. Li wanted to be excited and wanted to praise him for a few words. He just said, "The enemy has been destroyed, and he has suffered heavy losses, and he almost lost three bridges. This Li Xiping is too risky.

"If Li Xiping flinched and stayed at Liujiamiao Station, wouldn't he have the courage to be revolutionary? He would only shrink his head and turtle?" Zeng Gao asked, he knew Li Xiang too well. If Li Xiping really keeps the Liujia Temple station, the first thing Li wants to get up tomorrow is to scold him. Lixiang is a bold person. How can he tolerate the turtles of his subordinates?

Li wanted to disturb the back of his head, but he was hit by Zeng Gao again. He waved his hand helplessly, "The adventure is not enough to be brave. Li Xiping will wait for him to come back and I will deal with him. As for how long you want to toss, it's up to you. I'm sleepy.

Li Xiang originally spent half a day of leisure, but he worked hard in the middle of the night. Now he can finally sleep peacefully. He left the work to deal with the aftermath and gave it to his subordinates. He staggered his shoulders and walked out of the battle room of the staff headquarters, and Tang Yue's graceful posture naturally followed.

Li Xiang's mind is still very clear. Is there a little sleepiness? I didn't drink much wine tonight. I don't know how to find a way to push Tang Yuewan down this beauty?

(Happy New Year's Day, everyone!)