"Damn, these bastards know how to run and are capable of killing me and driving us into the Yellow River. Even if I feed the carp, I still admire you as a group of people. What are you now, a group of cowards, bastards who bully the weak and fear the strong?
Totally incompetent!"
Han Fuju looked at the retreating Ma Jiajun army. He jumped and cursed, but the more he cursed, the more fear he felt in his heart. He was just a little short of being able to hold on. There were more than four thousand subordinates.
Only about two thousand people were still intact, and there were hundreds of wounded, and everyone else was dead.
The proportion of those killed in battle was as high as about 30%. Before the war, Han Fuju repeatedly told these soldiers that the Ma Jiajun was ferocious and they would never show mercy to infidels. Once captured, life would be worse than death. It was this type of brainwashing.
Only with the indoctrination and the natural dangers of the Yellow River at his back did Han Fuju be able to endure.
But even so, his troops were on the verge of collapse. After the Ma Jiajun retreated, almost everyone collapsed on the ground, not wanting to move.
"Brigade commander, why do you think this Ma's army retreated? Why can't I understand?" Zhang Zizhong, commander of the cavalry battalion, couldn't help but ask.
Han Fuju sneered and said: "I guess Fengjun took action. Lan Shuai will do what he says and his actions will be resolute. Now that he has sent a message to attack the Ma Jiajun, it is impossible to let them go. Judging from the Ma Jiajun's intentions, it seems that the back road is under attack.
, maybe I won’t even be able to save my old nest.”
When Zhang Zizhong heard this, he was also surprised and asked hurriedly: "Brigadier Commander, is this Fengjun so powerful that he can defeat him even if he wants to fight?"
Han Fuju smiled slightly: "Brother, if we can compete with the big powers, our military strength is certainly powerful, and the northern part of Ningxia is adjacent to Suiyuan and Outer Mongolia, which are all the territory of Fengjun. How dare the Ma Jiajun mobilize the main force without being beaten?
, It’s simply unreasonable!”
Han Fuju had a proud look on his face, acting as an afterthought. He was ridiculing Ma Jiajun for being stupid. However, Zhang Zizhong was thinking thoughtfully at the side. This Fengjun was so powerful. It was really a good life that made people yearn for it.
Indeed, as Han Fuju expected, the Ma Jiajun was indeed beaten, and it was the kind that could kill with one strike. After taking Pingluo, the Fengjun army was only 60 kilometers away from the Ningxia provincial capital. And the main force of the Ma Jiajun who was still in the central defender was two.
The distance of a hundred kilometers would still take two or three days, even if we marched desperately and exhausted the horses to death.
Obviously Rong Zhen knew this situation very well. He would not give Ma Jiajun this time. He would use the fastest time to capture the Ningxia provincial wall and completely cut off the roots of Ma Jiajun.
Fengjun successfully captured Pingluo and marched south along the Yellow River. In order to ensure the speed of the march, Fengjun had already done enough homework. After occupying Pingluo, he gathered all the sheepskin rafts.
The so-called sheepskin raft is a unique means of transportation on the Yellow River. When slaughtering a sheep, an incision is made from the neck, and then the entire skin is pulled out, dried in the sun, and then tied to a shelf to become a simple raft. Sheepskin
A small raft can use more than a dozen sheepskins and can seat four or five people, while a large raft can have hundreds of sheepskins and can carry more than ten tons.
This weight can fully transport heavy artillery and even armored vehicles. Rongzhen collected hundreds of sheepskin rafts and modified them to make twenty rafts of moderate size. All the artillery battalions were mounted on them. There were also four other rafts.
A larger raft held four tanks, and the remaining sheepskin rafts were used to transport artillery shells and bullets.
With these sheepskin rafts, the pressure on Fengjun will be much easier. Otherwise, both artillery and tanks will be easily damaged in the long yellow sand. If Fengjun puts all his efforts into it, he may still be able to complete this difficult task.
But Rongzhen is just a partial force and does not have such resources at all.
But fortunately, Ningxia is close to the Yellow River, which provides them with great convenience. The heavy equipment can quickly keep up. With the support of heavy artillery, they leveled Ligang Fort and approached Xiejia Fort. As long as they moved forward, they would
Arriving at the outskirts of Ningxia.
However, the bombers were faster than them. Eighteen bombers took off from the temporary airport in Pingluo and flew towards the provincial capital. Among these eighteen bombers, only six carried bombs, and the other four all carried bombs.
Wearing a leaflet.
This is not to condone the Ma Jiajun. After all, this is a civil war. The Fengjun cannot kill everyone, and there are also a large number of Han people in Ningxia City. It is impossible to bomb indiscriminately as soon as they come up. Not only does it have to take into account reputation, but it also has to win the support of the people in the city center to the central government.
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When the bomber group arrived in the sky over Ningxia, most of the soldiers and civilians in the city had never even seen an airplane, let alone how to deal with the bombing. When they saw the huge group of aircraft appearing in the sky, covering the sky, they were all frightened, and some even
He knelt down directly on the ground and kept kowtowing.
The bombers flew over the city, and then dropped all the leaflets first. The pieces of paper fell to the ground one after another. Many people just thought that God had sent a decree, so they rushed to pick them up to see what was on them.
Most of these people did not know how to read, so they had to find someone who could read to them.
"The people of Ningxia, Ma Jiajun incited rebellion, and his crime cannot be punished. Following the rebellion will lead to death. Repent, but there is still a chance of survival. They must all leave the provincial capital within half a day, otherwise they will all be destroyed!"
The gentleman finished reading in a measured tone, and the others still didn't take it seriously. At this time, the six bombers with bombs had arrived in the city center of Ningxia. There used to be a Guandi Temple here, but after Ma Fuxiang occupied it, he moved the dilapidated Guandi Temple to the center of Ningxia.
The Imperial Temple was demolished and a Green Temple was rebuilt, where a large number of believers came to worship.
The bomber flew over the splendid temple at low altitude. Since the Ma Jiajun had no air defense capabilities, the pilot was able to lower the bomber arrogantly, even to a height below 200 meters. He dropped two bombs violently. After the bombs were dropped, the plane quickly
He took off, turned around and left. The subsequent planes followed suit and dropped all their bombs one after another.
There was a violent explosion immediately. Five bombs fell on top of the temple, and other bombs fell on the surrounding areas. These five bombs were enough to cause terrible effects.
The strong shock wave turned the painted buildings and carved beams into a pile of ruins in an instant. The vast hall and the beautiful garden pool were all swept away, and the green glazed tiles were shattered on the ground.
Along with the explosion, flames shot up into the sky, covering everything. The flames soared, burning everything mercilessly. The elders in the temple were hit by the bomb before they knew what was going on.
Broken pillars and shattered ceilings all fell on them. Many people had their heads smashed on the spot. Their bodies were thrown into the ruins, and then were swallowed up by flames. They all died on the spot.
Six bombers destroyed the temple in an instant. The staunchest believers were all jealous when they saw this situation. They rushed out one after another to rescue the trapped people from the ruins and the sea of fire. Some young people
The people simply picked up their guns and joined the Ma Jiajun side, firing continuously into the air. The bombers had already gone away, and they were still venting their rage.
However, there were not many hysterical people. Most of the soldiers and civilians felt sincere fear. Fengjun's threat was not illusory, but right in front of them. If they did not obey Fengjun's order and evacuate the city quickly, they would be afraid of danger.
The next person to be destroyed is their home, and the next person to die is their relatives.
Therefore, the military morale in the city was instantly shaken, and a large number of people wanted to escape from the city. The person in charge of Ningxia's city defense was Ma Hongbin. Ma Fuxiang commanded the army and Feng Yuxiang fought, and he was responsible for staying at his home base.
He also got the news that Pingluo had been captured. After getting this information, Ma Hongbin was almost frightened. His whole body was stiff, and a cold air surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He knew very well that the north gate of the provincial capital had been lost, and Ningxia
It was already in danger, but Ma Fuxiang took away the elite troops again. He only had more than 3,000 people in his hands, and the others were all militia groups.
Ma Hongbin, who regained his composure, made three preparations. First, he asked Ma Fuxiang for help and asked him to return as quickly as possible. In addition, he ordered the defenders of Ligang Fort and Xiejia Fort to defend with all their strength and not retreat.
Finally, Ma Hongbin calculated the time again. He knew that it would take at least three days for Ma Fuxiang to come back, while Fengjun could kill him in more than a day.
Therefore, he had to fight Fengjun independently for two days in order to have a chance of survival. Ma Hongbin also felt heavy pressure. If the opponent were someone else, he might still be sure, but Fengjun took action, how could he dare to take any chances?
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Ma Hongbin organized all the militia groups, and then went to the elders of several sects, hoping that they would come forward and call on believers to help defend the city and fight to the death with Fengjun!
Just as he and several elders were discussing at the headquarters, Fengjun bombers blew the temple into ruins, causing countless casualties. The eyes of these elders all showed nothing but incomparable horror. Even though they could encourage believers to commit martyrdom,
These upper echelons are not willing to lose their lives easily, no matter where they are, it is the same.
The elder who thought he was the oldest asked worriedly: "Chief Ma, do you have any way to deal with the plane?"
Ma Hongbin suddenly showed a look of embarrassment on his face. He could only grit his teeth and said, "I will arrange manpower to deal with these aircraft as much as possible."
Hearing that Ma Hongbin was not sure, the elder couldn't help but said: "Sir Ma, how sure are you of winning? If the chance of winning is too low and Fengjun comes to the city, I'm afraid we won't be able to save it!"
Just when they were at a loss, their officers ran in again in a panic: "Report to the commander, there are a large number of people in the city who want to escape, please ask us to open the city."
"Bastard!" Ma Hongbin suddenly became furious: "What do they want to do? The trees are falling and the hozens are scattered. Are they going to join the new master? Stop them all and don't let any of them go!"
Just when Ma Hongbin was yelling, the staff officer also came in anxiously holding the telegram. He changed his face and said something in Ma Hongbin's ear. After Ma Hongbin heard it, he felt like a thunderbolt and almost fell down.
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