Chapter 157 Cross

"I prefer to die than to live!"

When Zhang Jing answered, he stared at the boss in front of him and said word by word.

"Death can maximize benefits!"

His answer made Chen Moran close his mouth in surprise and nodded silently, as if he had understood everything.

Since Zhang Jing presided over the second investigation department, in Chen Moran's opinion, this scholar has become more and more vicious and more suitable for this position. He is cruel and decisive. He has appeared as early as he robbed the gun, and now the work of the second investigation department further releases the dark side of his heart. Come out.

"The Shen Xing case happened in Yanjing. Shen Xing was the main backbone of the uprising of Tang Caichang's self-supporting army. After the failure of the uprising, he sneaked to Yanjing. In late April, he disclosed seven requirements of the Russian political axe on the three northeastern provinces, which triggered the anti-Russian movement of students. On July 19, he was captured by the Qing government axe and killed in prison on July 31. The case of Su Pao and Shen Xing's case completely exposed the ferocity and stupidity of Qing Zheng Axe, and even Kang Liang felt very embarrassed. They criticized Qing Zheng Axe in Su's report that "do not hesitate to bow their heads and ask for help from outsiders", "lose national power, insult the national body, and humiliate themselves"; Shen Xing "hundreds of sticks, do not die, hang him. It's savage and cruel, and there is no reason."

After a speech, Zhang Jing looked at the boss.

"So, boss, "Su Bao" Zou Rong and Zhang Taiyan, death is more beneficial to us!"

"Let's do it!"

Chen Moran shook his head.

"But I think sometimes some people should survive."

After saying that, he opened K-gold's cigarette box and took out a special cigarette, which was refined from tobacco leaves from Turkey from the tobacco factory in Pudong. It was only for those rich people. Chen Moran liked this kind of cigarette. The smell of smoked would give him a familiar feeling, just like a few cigarettes he had smoked in later generations. Smoke.

"At some times, we can kill people, even for the sake of the so-called..."

Chen Moran, who was smoking, didn't finish his words, but he knew that Zhang Jing could understand. In fact, sometimes he didn't mind killing people, as long as he needed.

"They are alive and can play a greater role. According to the Soviet Report, in order to be able to extradite the two state criminals Zou Zhang, they used the court to fight against the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and they were all propaganda of the revolution or full!"

Thinking that the meaning of the revolution in this era is just "full", Chen Moran couldn't help but feel a little funny. If so, what is the difference between revolution and restoration? Thinking that he extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Then he continued to speak.

"Well, it is mentioned in today's report that even a person who sells lotus root powder does not want to be a slave, and he is holding a spoon to smoke that end, which shows a problem!"

"People's hearts! What the people want!"

Zhang Jing whispered that the boss rejected the suggestion. Although he was a little annoyed, it was not worth worrying about the lives of the two people.

He felt that his neck was a little sore. Chen Muran turned his head back and forth a few times, felt the rattling sound from his neck, and then opened his mouth to speak.

"Now the nation is becoming aware day by day, just like Li Lao Si, who is in charge of the stall. If we continue to develop like this, when we rise up, we can get the support of the people. With the support of the people, even if it is only limited support, it will help us win this war!"

Biting his lower lip, Chen Moran stared at Zhang Jing without blinking.

"So, we have to further intensify something!"

"Intensification?"

"Yes, the current contradiction is a historical contradiction. Do you understand that you want to turn the historical contradiction into a real contradiction?"

He nodded in agreement, and Zhang Jing thought for a while.

"Yes, boss!"

Perhaps the meaning of restoration is to let the people no longer be slaves of the Qing Dynasty, but in Zhang Jing's view, some people must be slaves, just like himself. In fact, from the first time he became the knife in the boss's hand, he knew that he had no place to rely on, only the trust of the boss, and what he used to get the boss. The trust is the loyalty of the slave.

And he also understands that maybe the boss doesn't like slave surnames, but he doesn't refuse to be loyal to him. Everyone is like this, and people who often achieve great things like the boss also need such people, and Zhang Jing knows that only by becoming such people can he keep his current life and status.

"What about the end? If the boss needs it, we can do it at any time..."

"It's not necessary now. All his energy now is led by the Su Bao case. Let him jump up and down and beg those consuls to go! If you kill a Duanfang, there may be someone from Duanyuan.

After a moment of hesitation, Chen Moran finally made the right decision.

"What you need to do is to monitor him and make sure that he gets the news before he thinks it's not good for us. In addition, you should do a good job in the Green Camp and the New Army. If you want to revolt, you'd better pull them over!"

Thinking about the first justice of Wuchang in later generations, the new armies of the provinces responded with a gunshot. On the one hand, Chen Moran hoped that his uprising would be as smooth as it was, but the other side hoped that in the end, his uprising would not turn into "the governor of Chengdu", and the fruits of victory must not be robbed by others.

"In the next few months, the second investigation office will be responsible for transporting guns, bullets and artillery to the provinces. Only Huangpu School is our people. Once there is an uprising, we should not only ensure that we win, but also ensure that the fruit of victory belongs to us!"

"Boss, please rest assured, Zhang Jingding will make every effort to ensure the transportation of weapons!"

Chen Moran walked to the half-arched window and looked up at the sky through the glass window. It was already cloudy, and it was another summer rain. It might be a storm.

"This dark cloud is not good. Let's start quickly."

It was cloudy, and there was a faint rumble of thunder in the distance.

"Did that batch of arms be sent to the north?"

Under the bleak moonlight, the old man's mountain is a disturbing darkness. In the darkness, the sighs of the horse echoed on the mountain road. The soldiers with guns drag their heavy footsteps. All the people were dejected. A month ago, there was no exhidrom when they set out from Changchun, and some were just in the department. Erqin was tired after being dragged on the grassland and mountains on the left wing for a month.

If a Russian reporter saw this force now, he would never believe that this shabby, muddy, and exhausted troops were the 96th Infantry Regiment, which started from Changchun 32 days ago. Now this army has lost more than a hundred soldiers in battle, but it has lost its spirit.

Zvegon on horseback? At this time, Viscount Xie Miao disappeared the appearance of the beautiful prince. The white military uniform, like the soldiers, turned mud yellow. The beard that was once shaved every day had grown more than an inch long. The messy beard, blood-stained eyes and haggard face all showed that he was extremely tired.

After riding horses back and forth along the mountain road for two laps, the soldiers looked exhausted, which made Yesoff understand that the troops must rest. He rode to the commander's side. He did not salute. This is an experience he summed up after 27 days of dealing with the anti-Russian volunteer army. Never salute, otherwise he will be The volunteer army, which caused the disturbance, found it and was sure to be shot.

"Mr. Head, the army should take a break!"

Although he was already exhausted, Zvigon still shook his head feebly after looking around.

"Let's take another step forward. There should be a river valley ahead, which is suitable for building a camp!"

It is suitable for building camps and being disturbed!

27 days ago, I was attacked by the volunteer army for the first time during the march. The other party just swept dozens of shots with a machine gun. From that day on, it began like a nightmare. They chased for 27 days. Every day, they felt that they were about to catch the main force of the volunteer army, but it was like they could never catch the other party. The Chinese fled. He They chased, and fled and chased like this. The two troops caught hiding for 27 days.

When marching during the day, you can't find the bullets, the mines under your feet, and the small ambush from time to time, making everyone's nerves the tightest. At night, when you are about to fall asleep, a few sudden shells will accurately fall into the camp. The casualties caused by this kind of harassment are not large, and the number of personnel reduction is less than 200. But the real nightmare is that you can never rest and always collapse your nerves to the extreme, just like everyone's spirit is broken now.

The only wish is to have a good sleep and have a meal quietly.

"I'm coming!"

Listening to the horses boiling in the valley, Lin Yanzhi was excited. The light machine gunner next to him also set up a machine gun. He took a look at the U-shaped valley. Four kilometers away from both ends of the valley, he belonged to two companies, each of whom belonged to a machine gun platoon. If he was lucky... under strong pressure With inner excitement, he pulled off the safety of the pistol and began to wait for the order.

A bonfire was lit in the valley, and the exhausted Russian officers and soldiers could be seen through the firelight, most of whom would lie down or sit on stones and grass.

" Maybe you can fall asleep as soon as your buttocks are close to the ground!"

He said with a rifle aimed at the high column in the valley in the scattered soldier pit. This was his experience in the afternoon. It was almost as soon as he dug the scattered soldier pit. As soon as the cover was covered over there, he fell asleep in the pit.

The two companies of the second battalion and the third battalion, like these old hairy men, took them around the grassland and in the mountains. The Russians were tired. They would only be more tired. Slow down a little, maybe they would even lose their lives!

"Did you send a guard post?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Have you searched the mountains on both sides?"

"Yes, sir!"

"OK..."

Questions one by one from the mouth of Tsvigon, there is no safe place in this mountain, especially after as many as 20 attacks today.

"Let the soldiers..."

Before the voice fell, there was a sudden thuring sound in the air, and the nerves that became numb because of fatigue seemed to be strange to the sound. Just as Zwagon remembered what the familiar sound was, the continuous explosion exploded in the valley, and dozens of orange bursts exploded hundreds of thousands of Cast iron fragments are harvesting life in the valley.

The next moment, the gunfire sounded. Looking up halfway up the mountain from the valley, you can clearly see one orange highlight after another, among which there were some foot-long gun flames.

"The 189th Battalion Builds Defense..."

At the moment the battle began, Zvegon clearly felt that this attack was different from the previous attack. In just a few minutes, the shells hit several rounds in succession, and the sound of the gun was far more dense than any previous attack.

"Sar, we are surrounded!"

Yesov, who was hiding behind a boulder, shouted nervously.

The Chinese bullets shot violently into the valleys with the sound of tearing air, and only a little rubble collapsed on the stones. For a moment, these Russians couldn't lift their heads at all.

Although the shells falling one after another are not dense, there are dozens of rounds in each round. Yesov made a judgment by counting the explosions of each round.

"We are surrounded by at least two Chinese!"

"They can't have so many troops!"

Tsvigon shouted that during the 27 days of pursuit, through the information obtained from those Mongolians, it had already been defined that there were only about 1,000 people at most, and two divisions... He looked around. Is it possible?

But this is the sound of gunfire.

A round of shelling no less than 30 shells, with an interval of 5 to 6 seconds. Zvegon also began to use the opponent's artillery in his heart to calculate the number of enemies surrounding himself.

The result of the calculation is cruel. At least two enemies of more than two divisions can launch so many shells.

After the answer was the same, Yesov and Tsvigon looked at each other and read a message in each other's eyes. Just as a message was read out, the explosion suddenly became denser, and the valley immediately became a sea of fire.

Shaking his buzzing head, Tsvigon looked at Yesov.

"You must not surrender! Europeans must not surrender like Asians! Leave a battalion to block, and the 190th and 191th battalions will retreat immediately!"

Occasionally, the bullets scratched from the top of his head made Shao Lingwu sweat on his head. A few bullets hit near his scattering pit, which only made his heart tighten. The soldiers who fired according to the rifle nearby began to put the bayonet originally inserted on the edge of the pit onto the bayonet when pressing the bullet.

"They want to withdraw!"

With the flame of the explosion, Lin Yanren frowned when he saw that the Russian army in the valley was trying to retreat to the left.

"Order the troops to charge!"

When the two red flares dragged the fiery red to the night sky, the harsh charge sounded. The next second, the officers and soldiers of the first battalion, who were originally in the scattering pit, suddenly jumped out of the scattering and rushed to the valley. The Russian troops who resisted by stones or trees were surprised to see the incredible scene.

The Chinese people who rushed up seemed to be full of confidence to win. More than a dozen of them were divided into two teams. When charging, the rifle that should have been tilted up was carried between their left hand. They didn't seem to charge, but running. In the crowd with rifles, there was another Some people held machine guns spewing fire tongues. When they rushed to a distance of more than 30 meters, the original Chinese suddenly stopped. The next moment, they waved their arms with them, and shadows fell in the night sky. The defense line that had been barely built was torn apart by these two rounds of bombs.

At the moment when the defense line was torn apart, the rifle suddenly returned to their hands. The original charge resumed the charge again. The Chinese with the bayonet rifle roared and rushed into the bombed Russian defense line, although the Russians were tall. , taking advantage of height. When fighting for stabbing, the Russian army often scattered separately, while the attacking volunteers were at least two people, and most of them in groups of three.

"Kill!"

With a muffled shout in his voice, the high column beam leaned the rifle and pushed the left to push away the bayonet of the Russian soldier higher than his head in front of him, and his comrade-in-arms on the right roared. He stepped forward fiercely, and the bayonet stabbed diagonally from the right rib, as smooth as training on the training ground.

In the face of two or three volunteers, when the Russian soldiers block the stabbing from the front, when there are two shouts on both sides, two bayonets may even pierce his body at the same time. Sting has always been a technical job.

When the valley was boiling, and the soldiers of China and Russia used the most primitive short soldiers to launch a white-edged battle, on the crossroads in the mountains, the machine gunners were carrying out a massacre in the three hidden machine gun fortifications. Although they had also shot in the past, they had never been as smooth as they are now. The hit rate of the enemies retreating desperately at the pass is much more efficient than they used to shoot at the front of the shooting range.

The platoon leader with a telescope machine gun looked at the Russian army trying to cross the blockade line at the pass. He looked at the body thrown down. Only a few people escaped from the blockade line when the machine gun changed the magazine and barrel. There was no joy on his face. At this time, he no longer worried about whether he could block the Russians, but easily from his waist. A piece of paper was taken out of the leather hanging bag.

When the machine gun roared, he used the light of the flashlight, made a leather bag on his lap as a table, and drew the connection between the cross and the machine gun position with a pencil. Under his pencil, the machine gun position and the area with the most dead bodies formed a tilted surface of about 35 degrees.

In order to confirm, he picked up the telescope and observed it carefully. Under the background of the moon, he could clearly see the "death" slope. The facts in front of him told him that he used a machine gun to shoot at the charging enemy from the flank, and the enemy could not escape.

"The body in the slope, if..."

Holding the pen, he added a machine gun position on the opposite side of the cross, and then two machine gun positions, forming a cross slope.

"The shooting world thirty-five..."

The pen draws two shooting fans between the two machine gun support points. The shooting fans overlap at a certain position. The bullet rain in this area is undoubtedly the most dense!

"If two machine guns are used to shoot on the left and right flanks to form crossfire, it must be an unbreakable copper wall. If all the enemy troops charging into the crossfire network, then... the charge will become suicide!"

Like a sickle of death, he stared at the sketch in his hands and couldn't speak for a long time. He was stunned for a long time, and the wanton laughter suddenly sounded in the machine gun fortifications.

At this time, the MJ02 light machine gun, which was set up on a light tripod and fed with 50 magazines, was still roaring, and the machine gunners were still harvesting their lives conscientiously.

(to be continued)