Waiting consumes one's fighting spirit and tests one's nerves. The soldiers of Li Ziying looked at the dark distance on a cold winter night, trying hard to see through the glimmer of light. There were several fires burning blazingly under the hillside, and the fires stretched out.
Around Loess Slope, there was a fire burning within a dozen steps in an area of nearly two miles. But this light was really of no avail to the soldiers holding spears, and the blurry night was their biggest enemy.
The full moon rises from the treetops into the sky. The moon girl is covered with silver light, dressing up the loess hills in a charming and charming way. The lifeless loess hills have a different kind of beauty. Finally, the long and long song rang out in the dark night on the west side.
The horn sounded, and the earth trembled. It was the galloping war horses that were accelerating, running fast, and venting their anger on Li Ziying.
Fan Ye lay on the ground and listened to the vibrations on the ground. He finally stood up and shouted orders one after another: "The artillery battalion is ready to fire a salvo. The target distance is five hundred meters."
The observers responded one after another: "Prepare for salvo, target distance, five hundred meters."
"Shell attack!" Fan Ye waved his hand suddenly and shouted at the top of his lungs.
A howitzer's muzzle flashed with fierce fireworks, and a large plume of thick smoke erupted. At the same time, the loud rumbling sound was inspiring, and a heavy shell roared into the distance, piercing the night sky with a screaming sound.
The huge recoil force caused the four-wheeled gun carriage, with the gun body on it, to retreat rapidly, and the loess slopes trembled.
Around this artillery, there were the same loud noises. From the muzzles of each artillery, large plumes of gunpowder smoke spewed out, and flames spewed out.
The continuous, deafening sound of artillery made the ground shake violently. In front of the long artillery array, large plumes of thick smoke rose, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke made the nervous soldiers cheer.
After the cannon fired, Fan Ye tried his best to look at the wilderness to the west while issuing orders!
"Bombardment!"
"put!"
"put!"
"put!"
The gunner pushed the gun mount, reset the artillery forcefully, and loaded ammunition again. With a deafening sound, eighty artillery pieces once again sprayed fierce smoke forward. Two rounds of artillery attacks actually used 160 artillery shells to destroy the frontier on the west side.
The position exploded into flames, and the trees three to four hundred meters away were burning.
Thousands of returning cavalry brandished their sabers, and despite the flying shrapnel, they still rushed forward selflessly. They wanted to use their invincible cavalry to defeat the enemy, break through the enemy's blockade, and occupy the enemy's position. A direction formed by a slope
, unable to withstand the fierce charge of the cavalry.
"Fire the platoon! Fire from the first platoon!" Cheng Kun ordered loudly.
There were three rows of soldiers standing next to Cheng Kun, a total of 300 soldiers. Among them, the soldiers in the first row raised their Mauser guns and fired the first salvo down the hillside.
The first row was made up of student soldiers. They held their guns steadily, held nearly 10 kilograms of Mauser guns, and pulled the triggers.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
One hundred student soldiers followed the drill and squatted down after firing. Then the second row of student soldiers fired and continued shooting. After the three rows of student soldiers fired, they all squatted on the ground. They pulled the bolt of their guns and put their guns on the ground.
A bullet is loaded in the chamber, waiting for the next shot.
The power of volley guns has long been proven in wars, and it is the most lethal. Three hundred bullets were fired at the returning cavalry.
A returning cavalryman who was rushing in the front row was shot by a bullet and fell down from his horse. A horse next to him was hit by a bullet. His legs went weak and he fell to his knees. The horse behind him hit the dead horse.
, another group of cavalry fell, and it was difficult to see clearly in the darkness. Now the scene is even more chaotic. Before they can rush up the slope, there are already large numbers of returning cavalry trampling on each other.
The sound of cannons and gunshots is constant. As long as they are alive, they will rush forward regardless of their own safety. The returning cavalry all over the mountains and plains, regardless of death, brave the gunfire and advance forward. The Ghost Doctor of the End of the World.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The returning cavalry used the most primitive scimitars and used the glory of their ancestors to wash away the shame of being enslaved by the Qing Dynasty. As long as they were not the ruling class, all ethnic groups were enslaved by the Manchus, and the Han people who were brainwashed by the Manchus were also killed.
The nation should have a high degree of autonomy and establish a glorious Uyghur Kingdom.
A nation relies on killing to establish a dynasty. Justice, blood, slaughter, and courage are all mixed together here. Everyone believes that they are the righteous party, and everyone is writing the glory of the nation. No one thinks that they are reactionaries, they all
We can proudly tell our children and grandchildren that they fought for the nation and the country, spilled their blood on this hot land, and struggled on the land that raised them.
Later generations eulogized the Hui army's heroic actions in resisting the Qing Dynasty and praised them as the righteous party. However, they devalued the Han army who fought for the reunification of the motherland as reactionaries who worked for the motherland. If the righteous party wins victory, autonomy, and independence, the northwest does not belong to China.
Xinjiang will never be recovered. Where there is a cause, there is an effect. Those who support national independence must be punished.
Killing is just a means, a means to unite a nation. Bloody killings make the vast land of the Northwest, which nurtures various ethnic groups, become sparsely populated. Various ethnic groups become enemies and no longer live in harmony. Yesterday's neighbors will be destroyed today.
You are full of people. The derivative product of the independence of the nation is the great ethnic cleansing. The rebellion caused waves of ethnic killings in the northwest. Various ethnic groups killed each other. The indescribable history of blood and tears is presented in the chaotic chapters of history.
People below the Huangtu slope screamed and screamed, and there was a panic. The shock wave of the returning cavalry was imminent. They ignored their own safety and braved artillery fire to attack the Huangtu hill.
To the south of Huangtugang is a small river. There is no return cavalry here. To the west is the direction where the return cavalry mainly attacks. To the south there are also swarms of return cavalry. Only to the east can you hear the sound of horse hooves and shouts as they rush out.
There were very few returning cavalry in the darkness. The returning cavalry that emerged beat their horses and whips, then turned back into the darkness.
Yang Dawazi, the commander of the 14th Battalion, was not able to work hard and did not put more than a thousand cavalry into the battlefield. According to him, the returning army in the east was to support the main returning army's attack. As long as the thunder was loud and the raindrops were light,
The attack left scattered gunshots on the battlefield east of Huangtugang, and not even a single artillery shell fell.
Yang Dawazi stroked his beard and stood in the dark, meditating. One of the hundred commanders couldn't bear it any longer and clasped his fists and said, "Yang Dawazi, what do you mean by this? Coach Harian Hu requires us to attack with all our strength."
He Mingtang was furious and without waiting for Yang Dawazi's reply, he said: "Tie Dan, if you have the guts, lead your own team to charge first. I will wave the flag and shout for you. We will seize the Huangtugang and all the spoils will be yours."
Back in the army, there were many hills. Yang Dawazi had just taken office, and his subordinates showed no respect for him at all. Tiedan, with his perverse face, said without hesitation: "Just rush, who is afraid, brothers?"
, our Hui people's army are not cowards, those who have the guts will fight with me."
There was a response, and six of the hundred commanders of the 14th Battalion followed Tiedan. Yang Dawazi remained silent, looking at Tiedan's back. This kind of thing happened often in the army. Everyone was not surprised.
If they work well together, they will be united, if not, they will be divided. They will divide their territories and everyone will have independence. The lax military discipline is also a major feature of the Hui Army. They are a team that is prone to looting. Who can control them.
Mu San looked at the five hundred elders who stayed and spoke first, half-darkly: "Okay! If you follow my brother, from now on you will be popular, drink hot food, become rich and noble, and no longer suffer from the shame of being a coward.
"
These five hundred chiefs are Yang Dawazi's old brothers, and they are all people who have returned to the army with shady backgrounds. They already know that Yang Dawazi has rebelled, and they are ready to see how the war develops. Anyway, as long as the return to the army is unfavorable, they will
He would stab Hui Jun in the back.
Some Qing troops had poor military discipline. They came to the front line not to fight, but to make war profits and committed all kinds of evil in war-torn areas. There were even rebels hidden in some Qing troops, and anti-Qing organizations such as the Ge Lao Hui and the White Lotus Cult also infiltrated
In the Qing army, these people came to the front line and colluded together,
With different intentions, they formed cliques to control a small team, a sentry team, and even a battalion of Qing soldiers who all participated in the Ge Laohui to oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty. The Qing army bombing camps is a nicer word, like an army.
It disappeared. The sad part is that the Qing soldiers were rebelling on the front line.
There are only a minority of determined rebels, and most of them are just grassroots. Seeing that the war is not going well, and being suppressed by Zuo Zongtang's army in Dong Zhiyuan, they feel that their future is bleak, and they all regret the latest chapter of Lei Wu Split Sky.
I felt aggrieved for joining the Hui People's Army. I was treated as cannon fodder and was not treated well by the Hui People's Army. Let them, the rebellious Qing soldiers, charge forward, consume their strength, give them too small a territory, and distrust them.
In troubled times, as long as you have a gun in your hand
They can find shelter anywhere. As for the family members who stayed in Dong Zhiyuan, including their wives and children, these women were all snatched. Once they have a place to stay, they will steal some wives back and raise some cubs. Liu Guanzhang’s team is all
A team without wives and children.
Yang Dawazi looked at several of his cronies, showing absolute confidence, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said murderously: "Wealth is determined by people, life and death are determined by heaven. The chief of Li Ziying, Li Guolou, is Li Hongzhang's man.
But my fellow countryman will accept it
Leave us wanderers alone. We went astray in the beginning, and now we should return to our mother's arms and contribute to the Qing Dynasty. Tonight is the best time. If you miss the opportunity, wait until you are surrounded by officers and soldiers in Dong Zhiyuan, then you will return.
When the imams start to make choices that are beneficial to the survival of the nation for the sake of their national interests, they will have another set of rhetoric at that time. Who among the hundreds of us will look after us? We are not Hui people, and we can also talk about ethnic policies.
, We people don’t even have a chance to survive. We want to fight our way out and solve Li Ziying’s problems on the spot. With this credit in hand, we can also gain a base in the Shaanxi-Gansu region in the future. Brother
Guys, are you willing to do it with me?"
"Yes!" The crowd, ready to move, cheered and mobilized before the battle. But this time, the targets they were sharpening their swords at were the Hui soldiers who trusted them.
There were hundreds of cronies gathered around Yang Dawazi. They did not go to Huangtugang, but walked towards a small forest with swords and guns. There were more than 300 injured returning soldiers resting in the woods. Yang Dawazi said viciously: "
Go back and kill them all and tell Anjie that we have done it anyway, and if you know better, he will be rewarded."
"Yes!" Hundreds of rebels, holding torches high, entered the woods, preparing to start a massacre.
"General An, the war is not going well." Mu San led more than a hundred people to An Jie, as if to report the war situation, and suddenly opened fire on a group of An Jie's soldiers and attendants, killing three of them on the spot.
More than ten people.
Bursts of gunshots immediately erupted from other places. Mu San confiscated the sword and gun An Jie was carrying, and then smiled and said: "I'm sorry, General An, we have changed our ways anyway. Just give us a nice word and do it with us, but you are still unrepentant."
I don’t have time.”
An Jie's pale face was bloodless, he opened his mouth and spat out words: "Mu San, if you have something to say, why are you so cruel to my men?"
Mu San sighed and said: "General An, you are also ruthless. You must know that this army will belong to Yang Da from now on. How can you become bigger? If Yang Da didn't show loyalty, I would kill you now."
"Okay! If you have the guts... count me in." Anjie reluctantly accepted the reality. He was still useful, so Yang Dawazi didn't kill him. It was not a shame to surrender to the Qing Dynasty. There was no need for justice.
die.
Mu San laughed and said, "I knew General An was a handsome man. Let's get closer and closer in the future."
An Jie sat on the sheepskin mat and looked at his old brother who fell to the ground. The brother who had been with him for so many years died like this, and he didn't even dare to say a touching word, watching helplessly as Mu San's men collected the dead man's clothes.
Property, immutable patterns, was what he was good at.
The pressure on the soldiers of Li Ziying is huge. If the returning cavalry rushes in front of them, the infantry is no match for the cavalry. Relying on the impact of the horses, they can crush the backbone of Li Ziying. This is the test of the soldiers of Li Ziying.
Can the hilly defense line withstand the impact of the cavalry?
Amidst the neighing, one after another the war horses fell to the ground, either hit by bullets or knocked down by the small pits on the loess. The loess was full of fallen horses and returning soldiers. The returning soldiers had guns in their hands.
The soldiers of the army were still shooting at the officers and soldiers on the slope, but the gunshots of the returning soldiers were scattered and they were fighting independently, without forming an effective attack network. Originally, the possibility of shooting at the target at night was low, but now it is like this
They fired randomly and only a handful of Qing soldiers were hit.
However, the returning cavalrymen who came one after another have already rushed up the Loess Slope. The returning warriors without horses held their scimitars high and rushed towards the Loess Slope regardless of the artillery fire. The red flags were fluttering in the wind. The returning warriors were warriors and they had to fight with their flesh and blood.