Chapter 269 in Kanto

At the beginning of October, the land of the Central Plains was still full of trees, but it was already a scene of autumn light.

A heavy rain on the grassland gives a little more sense of autumn on the autumn grassland, but on the grassland where the autumn rain has passed, there are no cattle and sheep, stretching for dozens of miles besides the barracks and the barracks. In the crooked barracks blown by the autumn rain and the wind of the grassland, there were firewood and charcoal and grain trucks full of mud everywhere. The donkeys, muons, camels and horse manure on the street were trampled into the mud by the cowhide boots of the soldiers, flowing like porridge.

This sudden raincoat makes the military uniforms of all the officers and soldiers in the barracks feel like soaked in the water, which is sticky and uncomfortable, especially when the wind blows. As soon as the sun comes out, the soldiers hurriedly check the quilts and military uniforms. The autumn on the grassland is not comparable. Inside.

When the sun was basking away from the rain and fog, a team of cavalry rode about 50 horses, galloping from west to east, covered with mud, covered with wet and unkempt cavalry, running on the "stopway" more than four feet wide, splashing water, bursting into the sail tent next to the road, even the bedding that had just dried by the soldiers in the distance. It's all up.

The cavalry went over and immediately scolded the soldiers.

"What's wrong with the turtle's son? I'm the only one with this dry quilt!"

The shaved soldier was hanging the bedding pole next to the post road. A piece of mud juice of twist flowers splashed on the military uniform, and even a drop burst into his mouth. He spit and scolded.

"The predecessor board, the pole is going to fall! What are the ghost sons selling? Come and help me! Bloody ancestor, damn it, don't let me go to the front line. I have to shave a few Russian soldiers on the front line!"

Several soldiers who were talking and laughing in the tent hurriedly ran out, pinching the gravel and stuffing the crooked clothesline.

On the collar of the military uniform, the short soldier raised his face and grinned with his nose and teeth.

"Fifth brother, if you really go to the battlefield, do you really dare to scrape the Russian soldiers?"

The superior who shaved his head brushed down the mud ideas on his body and said hatefully.

"Lao Ge, I'm fucking aggrieved when I think about it. The dog's little nose is fighting with Lao Maozi in Liaoyang, and the rear is empty. Originally, we should have taken advantage of it to fight to Harbin, but I didn't fucking know that the gang of bastards in the headquarters were fooling around and ordered the troops to stop attacking, the dog said?"

As soon as his words fell, it immediately resonated:

"Lao Wu's words are authentic!"

"When I was in the front, the officers shouted all day long to fight to Harbin... I even dreamed of hitting Harbin and sleeping in a warm pit! It's better to hug the woman and sleep again!"

"No, what's the waste of work on the grassland? Damn it, as long as our volunteer army kills Harbin, it will definitely let the old hair go back to Russia. If you can't point out, you can still take a bath in the sea of Vladivostok!"

"Well, when we get to Vladivostok, the dog will be cold and cold in the morning, and we have to pee!"

"According to me, our Commander Lin is also in a dilemma now. Our volunteer army has only a total of troops, four main divisions, fourteen regiments going south, and even riding a division has entered the customs. With our little people, the old hair of the dog is waiting for hundreds of thousands of troops..."

The line of cavalry galloping by, of course, ignored the comments of the soldiers. At this moment, they had rushed to a row of wooden houses and built this wooden house on the grassland. After all, it was not easy to find a tree with thick arms on the grassland.

The two young officers jumped off the horse in front of the row of wooden houses and threw the whip and reins to the cavalry who jumped off the horse behind. The staff officer who walked out of the wooden house quickly greeted them as soon as they saw them.

"The commander and Mr. Zhang are discussing the matter. Please ask Mr. Liu and Chief of Staff Deng to come to the meeting room to listen to the order!"

"Yes!"

The young Liu Pingchuan, who was a little surprised, gave a military salute and agreed, but did not raise his step. He turned around and smiled at another officer beside him.

"Shaofu, the waiting room must be full at this time. They are all smoke insects. I'm afraid of smelling the smell of smoke. If you want to go, you go in first. Now it's dry outside. It's drying in the sun. I'll go in when the clothes are dry.

Dun Sen also shook his head.

"I also think it's stuffy in that room. Let me do what you don't want to do! I'm also hanging it outside!"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

The two officers are about twenty-two or three years old, and they are about the same size, because they usually get along well, and they are inseparable at the same time. They stir horses and spoons in a stove and live in the same tent. Although they are also born in the first riding division, they are different from the riding division, which is famous for their fierce strength in the northeast. They love each other. Soldiers are like fate, so the volunteer army is known as "the soldier's parents".

The two accepted the name safely. In their words, "One is a father and one is a mother. This soldier is his two children, and the one who is a parent does not love children." Since the establishment of the second riding division, they have not heard that the second riding division has fought a hard battle, and they all rely on mobile guerrilla to fight cheap battles.

In fact, although the two are from Huangpu, their surnames are very different. Liu Pingchuan has a long face, a pale and thin face, and a pair of eye sockets are slightly sunken. There are very few expressions on the steep face. Under the eyebrows of the two brooms, a pair of squinted small eyes. If it doesn't flash occasionally, I'm afraid I can't really see that he has eyes. As the chief of staff, Deng Sen is slightly fatter than him. His eyebrows are out, and his face is smiling all day long. On the surface, it looks like a Xiha. But he knew that he had a smile on his face when he shot the deserter, but these two people were the father and mother of the second cavalry division.

At this moment, the two stood in front of the wooden steps in front of the headquarters wooden house, basking in the melting sun. Liu Pingchuan closed his eyes and basked in the sun, and he could not see any expression on his face, while Deng Sen kicked restlessly like a monkey. He gasped for a while, scratched the mud spots on his boots with his hands, rubbed the mud on his breeches, and walked back and forth. Maybe he was idle and bored, and he laughed and talked nonsense with the soldiers.

The two have different surnames, but they do not prevent them from being best friends. They are the kind of classmates and friends who have changed blood and live and live together. At this time, Deng Sen came back, carrying an object in his hand like a treasure.

"Hey, look, I just spent six yuan to buy a silver medal from a private. When I heard him say it was a guard, I touched it from a spy. Look at the words in this song, I don't know any of them! Brother Ping, haven't you been to Mongolia for business? Tell me about it!"

It is the habit of Deng Sen, a young master from forty-nine cities, who likes to collect things. He not only takes his salary to collect things, but also takes money from home. Basically, every time after the war, he can watch him ride a horse and take out things from the hands of soldiers like a businessman.

"That's Mongolian."

The eyes that seemed to be squinted seemed to open. The muscles on Liu Pingchuan's cheeks were imperceptible, and then said word by word.

"This may be a hundred-year-old Mongolian gold and silver medal. I don't know what's written on it. I can speak inmeng words, but I can't write Mongolian characters. You spend six yuan! Definitely worth it! We like these things in the government. Maybe if you get promoted to the government in the future, you can still give them to the government! If it falls into the hands of the soldiers, it will be turned into silver!"

With that, he tightened his lips again, and his eyes, which were slit into a thread by the sun, shimmered in his eyes, and looked at the blue sky without saying a word.

"Dive me, I heard that the first riding division is said to beheaded 100,000 yuan in the northwest. Yu Daozi's knife is fast!"

For no reason, Liu Pingchuan mentioned the riding division again. Yu Daozi was the nickname given to Yu Zhucheng by the two of them. The black-faced knife was more ruthless than everyone else. He was more to his own people and the enemy. Although he was not used to some of the ways of riding the first division, they knew why he rode the first division did that.

"You haven't heard the commander say about the knife. That knife, if you use it in the right place, is a treasure knife! The northwest side is suitable for him!"

When talking, Liu Pingchuan's messy beard on his lips was blown by the wind and buzzed lazily, like a man who got sleepy at noon yawning.

Seeing that he had been distracted for a long time, Deng Sen approached, stabbed him with his finger, and asked with a smile.

"My master, what do you think the commander is in a hurry to recruit us back this time?"

"Our division is still more than 100 miles away from the Middle East Road. This order is hanging. It's okay to say that there are troops changing defenses, but we have escaped all the way back!"

The narrow and open eyes raised, and Liu Pingchuan stretched out again before he said.

"I'm afraid it has nothing to do with Liaoyang. Liaoyang's Dashanyan has won. I'm afraid that the situation in Liaoning will change greatly. According to the commander's temper, I guess he is ready to pick the peaches of Dashanyan!"

When the two of them speculated about the commander's behavior outside the door, several officers in the wooden house were measuring the military map with rulers. When the staff officers were measuring the map, the young men with silver-edged black paper on the lead on the side of the case with three-leaf silver pine and cypress leaves, and two silver stars on the young men were now He put his feet on the table and wiped the gun there. It seemed that all this had nothing to do with him. However, there was only one person in the whole volunteer army, Lin Yanren, the commander of the Volunteer Army, who could wear two silver stars with three-leaf pine and cypress in the rank of Guanwai.

However, the slightly thin melon seed face frowned, and the two lips under the mustache were cold with a smile, which was also a little arrogant and contemptuous. Listening to the quarrel over there, Lin Yanren raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"It's just going to Mongolia! What's the big deal? Let the second riding division quickly beat Cullen down, cut off the head of the Zhebu Zundamba, send it to Nanjing, and then let the second riding division come back. Our men are still pointing to picking a few big peaches outside the gate!"

Picking peaches, these three words are probably the biggest feature of Lin Yanren's war. If he can fight a clever battle, he will never fight a hard battle. If he can pick peaches, he will never give up his life. This makes him get a nickname of "Kwantung Fox" in this newspaper.

"Your officer, this matter is not that simple. Only by giving kindness and power to that place in Mongolia can Mongolia have a long-term peace!"

He did not answer his chief of staff's question, but Lin Yanren turned his head and ordered the two staff officers.

"Hey! Didn't Liu Pingchuan and Deng Sen arrive? Let them both come in! As the chief officials, we are letting go of the department to do it. Just give a general direction, you, you, you..."

Lin Yanren shook his head with the chief of staff and other staff in the room.

"None of us are old slippery people who have experienced many battles and can make a foolproof battle plan. Fighting a war depends on that little bit of enlightenment and aura. They can play on the battlefield. If it is really too detailed, they will restrain their hands and feet! Well, in a word, their task is just one sentence, call Cullen and open the way for the 21st Division. It's so simple. As for the rest, let them discuss by themselves!"

While Lin Yanren was nagging, Liu Pingchuan and Deng Sen had already walked up. After entering the house, they took three steps and two steps to stand upright and salute.

"Good, Commander!"

"Good bird!"

He suddenly put down his legs from the table and stepped on his boots. Lin Yanren walked to the front of the map.

"What kind of battle are you two dogs fighting? It is still more than 100 kilometers away from the Middle East Road. If Yu Daozi is here, it is estimated that they will fight to Heilongjiang now. Don't always think about being parents, and you have to show the appearance of an officer!"

He scolded, but the thin and pointed face had a smile on his face. Those who were familiar with Lin Yanren knew that he had this temper. The more he scolded, the more it showed that he did not take this person as a foreigner.

"In this march and war, the army's knives are fast or not. It depends on the sharp knives of the military and legal team! You are not soft-hearted. If you lose the battle, be careful that I will cut off your heads and kick them as a ball!"

"Hey! Commander, my head is a little heavy. I'm kicking my feet. I'll cut an old man for you later!"

Liu Pingchuan said with a smile and glanced at the commander. He happened to meet his eyes. He was immediately restrained by his cold, sword-like eyes, which shocked him and quickly lowered his head and did not dare to say anything more.

"I don't need the old hair's head for the time being. This time, I want you to cut a thief's bald head and kick it for me!"

At this time, Lin Yanren joked again. His temper was a little strange. It was so strange that no one was afraid of anyone. When he was joking and when he was talking about the truth.

"Commander, the bald head of a thief? Aren't you pointing at the bald man and scolding the monk? I'm bald!"

On the contrary, Deng Sen didn't care about the commander's strange temper. Instead, he touched his head and joked with Lin Yanren.

If the commander's temper is strange, then Deng Sen has a cheap temper. He is easy to get close to, and the soldiers also like him, but he just has a small problem, that is, he loves to joke with people and loves others to fool around with him. The more you scold him, the happier he will be; if you ignore him and don't scold him for three days, he will feel uncomfortable all over and even lose his temper.

"You bitch, be careful when you turn around. I really cut off your bald head!"

Lin Yanren also figured out his cheap problem and scolded one following his words, while Deng Sen still smiled. In the volunteer army, he knew that he and Liu Pingchuan were the living treasure. Liu Pingchuan always had a gloomy face, which made people feel cold at first sight, but he couldn't hide anything in his bones, and Deng Sen's picture was always piled up. With a side smile, behind the seemingly cheap temper is a lot of ghost ideas. More than half of the reputation of the second riding division was exchanged by Deng Sen.

"Commander, my head,"

With a touch of his hand, Deng Sen squeezed the fat on his face!

"I guess the commander is reluctant to cut it off recently. He is the only one with such a happy head!"

"The dog said!"

After scolding, Lin Yanren smiled and motioned the two to walk to the map.

"Don't talk nonsense, both of you come here!"

One hand to the map.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Mongolia!" The two answered at the same time, and they immediately understood the commander's intention to let them come.

"No more nonsense. The second cavalry division took a rest for two days first. After replenishing the personnel and ammunition, he went straight to Darigang Ai. When he went there, he changed the flag, changed the logo, and replaced it with the restoration army. He temporarily left the establishment of the Volunteer Army, returned to the command of the North China Command, and took down Cullen City!"

At this time, Lin Yanren's thin melon seed face was full of flesh, and he only heard him say in a hoarse voice.

"At Cullen City, if they dare to resist, they will talk with your sabers and rifles. In short, kill! Kill them with cold in their bones! As long as they are afraid of killing, those Mongolians will not dare to read!"

The voice fell, and a cold smile appeared on Lin Yanren's face.

"Of course, don't kill indiscriminately. Although sometimes the muzzle is better than the mouth, we have to be polite first. In Cullen, Lao Maozi has been operating for a while. You have to learn to be kind and powerful when you get there, bald thief,"

He turned his head and stared at Deng Sen, while Deng Sen smiled and touched his nose.

"Your boy is full of bad guys. Give it to me when he gets there. In a word, hurry up. Maybe you can still catch up with our counterattack. Do you know?"

"Great counterattack?"

The two were stunned at the same time and looked at the commander with some surprise.

"Yes, Dashanyan won Liaoyang and counterattacked Kuropatkin's counterattack. However, according to our information, Dashan's ammunition is insufficient, and it is estimated that the Liaonan battlefield will be stuck. It is estimated that the army will turn to concentrate all the reserve forces and attack the Lushun fortress, which is estimated to be three or four months, if so The Lushun they took will definitely gather troops to fight Fengtian. It is estimated that the Russian army will definitely..."

With that, Lin Yanren lowered his voice. He was still like that and tried his best to pick other people's peaches.

"In a word, if there is a advantage, it's just a bastard. You two have to hurry up. Otherwise, don't blame Commander Ben for eating meat and drinking soup, and I won't even leave you any bone dregs!"

"Commander, you are not kind! If we come back at that time, we will not leave you scum!"

I ignored Deng Sen's messing around there, pointing to the map with his hand, and Lin Yanren smiled again.

"Whether you can eat bones and eat meat depends on your ability, um... I have nothing to say here. You two discuss how to march and fight. I still say the same thing. When you get to the battlefield, you can play freely. If there is anything, I'll help you here. Come on, okay, it's okay. Let's go back to the army quickly!"

(to be continued)