Chapter 129: It's about to break out (1)

Petrovsk, the location of the Western Front Command.

This place is less than 100 kilometers away from Ulan-Ude, the central hub of the E-E Army’s Wuda River-'Se'Lengge River defense line, and is roughly in the center of the current front between the two armies of China and Russia. Within 30 to 40 kilometers around the city, the most elite legion of the Chinese Empire, the Imperial Guard Field Army.

At noon on April 30, 1904, the FJZL-5 "High Wind" reconnaissance liaison planes that were only qualified to take on by two divisions and above landed at the field airport outside Petrovsk. The two generals who were important in the Western Front battlefield, General Liang Tianhe, commander of the Second Army and the Imperial Guard Field Army, and his chief of staff, General Zhang Yiye, hurriedly jumped out of the cockpit and boarded the carriage that came to greet him and rushed to the front command in the city.

As soon as he got into the car, Liang Tianhe gasped and lit a Hadmen cigarette that had been plundered from Zhang Yiye. Zhang Yiye hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the smoke from his face.

"Damn Cabola, when will I get on a decent thing that won't be poisoned by engine exhaust gas and oil? I miss that Naojiu is coming."

Zhang Yiye complained that the originally snow-white handkerchief in his hand had already been black.

Liang Tianhe stretched out his fingers and tugged his face. He looked in front of him and saw that he was so greasy that he couldn't help but sighed shortly.

"I think about it too, just think about it. Our Zhijiu was dismantled and sealed in a certain place. If you want to use it, you can also assemble it. However, we have neither spare parts nor complete maintenance and testing facilities, so we can't take care of it. The current industrial level cannot create circuit boards, turbine bearings, etc., so we sealed it so that we won't keep it in trouble. Other advanced equipment such as armored vehicles, drones, A-series communication machines have been put away. Oh, if I touch the computer now, I'm afraid I won't even type it."

Zhang Yiye changed into a handkerchief and continued to rub his face that was not handsome at all: "Yes, I haven't been on it for many years, and I haven't played computer games... Damn, Morse Telegram, hand-cranked telephone, light carriage, 'Mao's tube, Maxim machine gun, balloon, airship, and a plane made of wood chips - it's ridiculous to think about it!"

Liang Tianhe shrugged: "What's ridiculous? It's already amazing to transform a decayed country into its current appearance within more than ten years. Is it a little proud? Besides, just because we only use the things you listed, we have beaten the old Mao guy all over the ground, which shows our ability. Then again, if the commander is so idiot, no matter how good the weapons the troops are equipped with, it is likely to be a life for the enemy... Look outside, our young men in the Imperial Guard are so energetic."

Liang Tianhe shook the cigarette butt in his hand.

Outside the car window, teams of guard soldiers in black caps, black uniforms and black boots were practicing on the open space on the roadside. They stepped on the tender green grass dotted with colorful wild flowers, the bright blue sky above their heads and the snow-white soft clouds, holding rifles coated with anti-reflective black paint in their hands, and their bodies were neatly moved with loud commands. At the same time, a forest of shining bayonets also rolled up and swung mechanically.

Although it was dozens of yards away, Liang Tianhe could see the crystal sweat beads oozing from the soldiers' foreheads. You could feel the heat of the sweat beads, and you could even hear their sonorous and powerful heartbeats.

“This is the army we created.”

Liang Tianhe said.

“The army we have created for this country.”

Zhang Yiye added.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Liang Tianhe lit the second Hadmen cigarette, and the carriage was about to enter the city, and there was still time to finish smoking this one.

"I don't know what happened, so I forced us back from the front line and threatened with shooting. What exactly is that boy Zhong Xiahuo thinking..."

Zhang Yiye put his handkerchief back into his pocket, with an indifferent expression: "As long as we don't let us fight without a war, anything will happen. Mom, I've been holding it in for almost a month. Seeing that the Chita battle was lively and there was no result yet. If I had known it, we should have been allowed to join the imperial guards and wiped out the big cancer in one breath and opened the rear traffic road, the whole army rushed across the 'se' Lengge River in one breath. Maybe there would be a chance to fight to Ural Mountain."

Liang Tianhe smacked his lips: "Look at the map, man, where is Ural Mountain? Thousands of kilometers away, we fought on the Western Front for eight months and had only advanced hundreds of kilometers. Do we need to fight for another eight years?"

"If we fight for another eight years, we won't have to worry about fighting without a war."

"Okay, I'll have another eight years of sex. When your wife gave birth to a fat white boy, you're having fun. She hugged her head and thought, "Oh, I haven't been home for five or six hundred days. Where did this child come from? It depends on what you do!"

"What else can I do? Keep it."

"No, you can hold it back?"

"It's enough to be a son. I just need a son. It doesn't matter if I'm not a biological child. I'd better take it as a biological child. When I raise it, I'll send it to the military academy... I just want to see my son saluting me in military uniform."

Liang Tianhe lowered his eyelids and vomited a smoke ring: "Just kidding..."

Zhang Yiye glanced at the shaking carriage roof: "Of course..."

Sometimes, a person’s wishes may really be that simple.

The carriage stopped in the square in the center of the town. The three-story western-style building surrounded by wire and sandbags on the north side of the square was the headquarters of the Western Front Army. Facing the bright and gentle sunshine, a dragon flag on the roof was waving in the wind.

When the two generals got off the car, a young lieutenant colonel came up: "Commander Liang, Chief of Staff Zhang, you are here, Commander Zhong is waiting on the top, please come with me."

Liang Tianhe and Zhang Yiye are already familiar with this lieutenant colonel. He is Jiang Zichang, the adjutant of Zhong Xiahuo, who looks like a slim face - almost completely opposite to the image of the superior Zhong Xiahuo.

Jiang Zichang respectfully led Liang and Zhang to a room on the third floor. After knocking on the door two long and three short codes, the unique roar of Zhong Xiahuo's human flesh bell came from the door: "Come in."

The door opened, and there was only a square table, four chairs and two four-star generals in the room. There was a map on the table, a hand-cranked telephone and a "Mao" pistol. The only window was open to the outside. The sunlight that was shot in was like a angular column of light, floating or swimming in it by dust reflecting its original shape.

"Adminton Jiang, close the door and go to the duty room on the second floor. If you have any questions, call me to report it and tell the guards outside that no one is allowed to be placed on the third floor without my permission."

"yes!"

Jiang Zichang's code of conduct is to obey his superiors unconditionally, even if his superiors occasionally show a face that does not trust him.

The door was closed, Liang Tianhe and Zhang Yiye consciously sat on the two vacant chairs by the square table. Liang Tianhe faced the commander of the Front Army Zhong Xiahuo, and Zhang Yiye faced the chief of staff of the Front Army Deng Jian.

"Since everyone is here, I'll stop talking nonsense and just get to the point."

Zhong Xiahuo held his hands and spoke with a serious face. His big, angular face looked even more solid and tough, like granite carved by a knife and axe.

"About three hours ago, I received a Class A secret telegram from the Ministry of National Defense. The general content was that a space-time task force that claimed to be from 2039 appeared near our previous arrival point, claiming to arrest us fugitives, and extorted gold and gems worth more than 13 million yuan from us. At nine o'clock this morning, they fired more than 20 heavy rockets equipped with burning sub-communities at Beijing City on the pretext that Captain Liu refused to hand over our comrades to them as hostages, causing great chaos..."

Liang Tianhe clenched his fists and opened his mouth wide.

"The telegram also said that although the matter was sudden, the situation was still under control. In the Beijing-based Comrades Association, they found ways to resolve the incident as soon as possible. The families of the comrades in Beijing have arranged to be sent to Shanghai to be protected by Xiao Ruhai. The comrades on the front line should perform their current duties with peace of mind. Without the order of the Supreme Commander Liu Yun, no one is allowed to act without permission. The base camp will be transferred to Tianjin tomorrow. Before the base camp issues new instructions, the front line should continue to implement the latest instructions issued by the base camp before April 29."

After Zhong Xiahuo finished speaking, he looked at Liang Tianhe: "Commander Liang, what do you think?"

Liang Tianhe lit a cigarette, and while sang, he slightly exposed his yellowed teeth. His thin and slightly pale face was covered with a large area of ​​thick and hard stubble.

"Since all the above said, then we just obey the order."

Zhong Xiahuo turned to Zhang Yiye again: "Chief Zhang, where are you?"

Only then did Zhang Yiye remember that he should close his wide mouth slightly, otherwise he would have looked like he would swallow the boss in front of him in one mouthful. His face was already relatively round and his mouth was ridiculously large, so it would be promising to use it to swallow humans.

"I think it's safer to obey the above orders. This is what Wuwei Gong means."

Zhong Xiahuo sighed in disappointment and turned to Deng Jian again: "What about you? Do you still have to stick to what you just thought?"

Deng Jian, who was thin and weak, used to "sexually" the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and nodded, "Yes, I still think that we should not act rashly before things become clear."
Chapter completed!