There were still a few hours before the sun would shine. The soldiers of Li Ziying did not act rashly. They prepared and waited in the bunker. During this period, the soldiers had time to eat some dry food, smoke a cigarette, and even chat.
Talking excitedly about the battle just now.
"The returning troops don't dare to come. Thanks to the courage of their ten heroes, they don't dare to mess with our Li Ziying." Youhuulu wiped the thrust gun in his hand, feeling quite proud. He just used this gun to kill a rusher.
The returning soldier who went up the slope was stabbed to the core.
Ma Daquanzi grinned and said with a smile: "Of course the enemy is not stupid. When fighting with our Li Ziying, as many as come and die, I don't see a few alive."
When smoking on the battlefield, people lower their heads to prevent sparks from being exposed. Every puff of a cigarette is so enjoyable that even people who have never smoked hold a cigarette in their hands and take a few puffs.
There were constant gunshots in the dark night, as if the enemy was nearby. Then the soldiers took a gun, pulled the bolt of the gun, raised the gun and pointed it at the place where the gun was fired. That night
, this gun is swinging back and forth like this, look where it is? I am very, very nervous. It is not that I am afraid of death, but once the army returns to raid, the comrades behind will be in danger, so I keep practicing there.
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The real soldiers are all soldiers, not because of fear, but because of the high tension of the nerves. The lives of the comrades behind them depend on the care of the sentries. The comrades are the ones who can trust their backs. The sentries of Li Ziying fulfill their duties and protect them.
None of the comrades behind him dared to relax their vigilance because of the victory just now.
On the loess hill, I could still hear the officer shouting loudly, "Pay attention to the noise, don't be targeted by the enemy."
There are burning trees and corpses in the distance. A gust of wind blows by, and you can smell a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, and even the aroma of barbecue.
The war unfolded in every corner. After a life and death battle, witnessing the sacrifice of close comrades, pride spread in everyone's heart. After a fierce battle, the artillery soldiers sat on the ammunition boxes and relaxed their nerves. Everyone knew in their hearts that the enemy
It won't come, but few soldiers put on their coats. They still feel their blood boiling, their whole bodies are hot, and their backs are dripping with sweat.
"Water! Get water quickly." The soldiers on the battlefield shook the kettle and drank a pot of water, but their thirst was still not quenched.
"Order! Everyone put on their coats, this is a military order!" The herald passed on the latest military order as he walked.
Finally, someone couldn't hold it any longer and shouted: "Herald, when will it be our turn to clean the battlefield? There are no enemies, it's already daylight."
The morning mist of dawn turned white in the east. The soldiers who had not slept all night could no longer help but raise their arms and shout. Countless corpses were piled up on the yellow land. Ownerless horses neighed in the distance. The soldiers couldn't help but fired their guns in the air.
.At this time, there was no talk of military discipline. The entire Huangtugang exploded. The soldiers of Li Ziying were boiling and shouting. More than 2,000 people rushed down the slope at once.
"Hey!" Li Guolou stood where he was. Battlefield discipline and prisoner policy were all stated repeatedly, but the soldiers had to vent their anger when they arrived on the battlefield, and some things were better to be kept out of sight.
Sporadic gunshots can be heard vaguely, but Li Guolou is no longer interested in issuing orders. Everyone must fulfill their duties. Now is the time for the supervisor to supervise the team. He is the commander-in-chief and commands the battle. It is his duty to win, and his outstanding
It's done. The rest of the matter will be handled by his subordinates. Zhuge Liang, who has to do everything by himself, will not live long.
Li Guolou wore that luxurious sable fur coat, standing majestically like a flock of chickens, a tall commander welcoming the dawn of victory.
"Master Li is mighty." Li Ziying's soldiers knelt down on one leg, showing absolute obedience.
"Well, our army's great victory was achieved by the sacrifice of all the soldiers. Li Ziying is mighty." Li Guolou's face showed a proud look, with one hand on his waist and the other right hand piercing the sky.
"Li Ziying is mighty!"
The inspiring roar echoed in the air for a long time. Every person who survived felt extremely proud to be a member of Li Ziying.
Fan Dahui was in charge of logistics and directed the cooks to boil water for cooking. He said proudly: "Brothers, I threw ten grenades, which blew up the enemy's shit. As soon as I heard the bugle, I immediately lit the fuse...
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Fan Dahui was quite capable of bragging. He could talk about a few seconds for half an hour, just sitting in front of a pot of rice porridge and recounting his experiences on the battlefield, as if he had seen every scene on the battlefield.
Li Guolou went up to meet him and said with a smile: "Master Fan, don't compete with the soldiers for credit. There's not enough rice porridge for breakfast. Go cut some horse meat and make some pots of chili, soybeans and horse meat soup. Don't roast the horses.
Meat and grilled food are hard for a soldier to swallow."
Fan Dahui smiled proudly and said: "If you order, I will cut the meat myself. If you want to eat human flesh, I will cut a big piece for you with just a little effort."
This is definitely not a time for joking. If no one responds, the joke goes too far and you will be forced to go to jail. Then you will have no choice but to eat human flesh.
"Master Fan, you are so courageous, so you should do it. Read the full text of Happy End of the World." The people next to him excused themselves, saying that no one dared to find fault with Fan Dahui. People would not eat human flesh unless they had to.
Li Guolou said: "The hot porridge will be given to the wounded first. The wounded will be treated the same as those who return to the army. Prisoners are not allowed to be abused."
The cook stared at Li Guolou eagerly, as if looking at a monster. No one of the forty or fifty cooks in the camp spoke, and they just pretended not to hear. They muttered in a low voice, "We haven't had breakfast yet. You bastard, to the enemy
Why are you so easy to do? You are not a mother."
Li Guolou glared and shouted: "I reiterate that prisoners are not allowed to be tortured. This is a contradiction within the people. We must unite and not split. The upper class of the Hui people who engage in splitting are unpopular."
Li Guolou is telling lies with his eyes open. He has already fought against each other, and he is still talking about the contradictions among the people. People have two mouths, and they can talk up and down. It is difficult to explain this kind of thing in one word, who is right when it comes to the rebellion of ethnic minorities.
Wrong, I dare not explain it thoroughly. Even the history books are vague and brush it off. The blame is put on a small number of ruling classes, and the majority of the people are included in the deceived ranks.
"Yes..." The cooks around him responded in a long, lifeless tone.
"If you don't understand it, you have to understand it. Killing for killing is not advisable. We soldiers in Li Ziying will not be butchers. We are soldiers with honor. We have the moral bottom line of being human. We will never do such things as massacre.
Not even a village." Li Guolou stood in a car and gave a speech loudly. Li Guolou, who had received Western education, accepted Western military ideas and even accepted the policies of Western soldiers towards prisoners, regardless of what happened in the Qing Dynasty.
What a huge response it caused, setting an example and instilling the honor of the military into all soldiers.
The Hui Army implemented a policy of massacre against Han villages that dared to resist. In turn, the Han people also launched bloody revenge, and most of the Hui people in the towns were massacred. This is the exclusivity created by the national independence struggle. That kind of lane welcomes the arrival of the Hui People's Army.
things,
It's just a forced and helpless act. Vulnerable people who can't protect their own safety can only accept to join the Hui People's Army. The so-called feat of raising one's arms and shouting, and a hundred responses are just imaginary scenes. Rebellion is a matter of losing one's head. People who live well
, will not rebel without reason.
The hatred between nations cannot be solved by one person, nor can it be eliminated even by several generations. The indescribable history of blood and tears has been instilled in future generations from generation to generation. History books can be erased, but history cannot be tampered with. Let a nation
Surrender can only rely on bloody suppression of rebels, even many ethnic groups
Because of this, the nation was exterminated. If you want to survive, you can only surrender. Just like the history of the Han nation, more than half of the time was ruled by foreign races, but the Han people have survived, and there is always a chance to stand up and become the masters. But the people who benefit will always be
For the ruling class, to the common people, it doesn't matter which emperor they change.
Li Guolou talked about the ethnic policy again before jumping out of the car. There was nothing he could do about it. He had different ideas from most people. He was a maverick and belonged to a unique reformist group. The war was cruel and ruthless, full of
It is bloody and violent, but war also has laws of war. The winner is king, and one must have a heart that is tolerant of the people. Relying on killing can only keep hatred in the heart, and tolerance can unite people of all ethnic groups under one flag.
Prisoners who were taken into the camp were not allowed to be beaten or scolded. If they followed the rules, they would be fed. The sick and wounded were treated. No soldier dared to openly violate Li Ziying's military regulations.
The returning troops captured from all over the place gathered more and more, and in a short time there were more than 200 people. Many prisoners were unharmed. They were all squatting on the ground, holding a tin bowl and drinking porridge.
Li Guolou was quite surprised. He pointed at the group of prisoners who were having breakfast and asked: "Sergeant Cheng, go and ask them why they didn't escape?"
Cheng Kun was extremely dissatisfied and said: "Master Li, do you still have to ask this? They are all cowards, hiding in no one's place, and surrendering after the battle."
"Well, it's very possible." Li Guolou was not interested in the prisoners, glanced at them for a few times, and then left. He went to care for more than a hundred injured soldiers. They are all warriors, and those who survived are all warriors. etc.
Seeing the corpses gathered in the carriage, my mood became extremely complicated. I had an urge to kill. I just wanted to kill. None of the obedient prisoners of war in the camp was a good thing, and they should all be killed!
Restraining his impulsive desires, Li Guolou and a group of officers around him bowed to his fallen comrades. He wanted to take the fallen soldiers back, make a coffin and build a cemetery for these fallen comrades, as long as
If you have the ability, give them a place to stay.
Li Guolou looked at the reports reported by each team, as well as various statistics, including Li Ziying's casualties and how many trophies were gathered. Read the full text of Xijiayounu. For an army that can fight, fight with war, and everything must be taken care of.
The available supplies were turned into combat power, including those returning troops who surrendered.
The rebels use these two flags of national independence and hatred between nations to inspire the people to rebel. They can also use the idea of national justice and national unity to turn prisoners into patriotic warriors, turn their guns and aim them at the rebels, and all ethnic groups will
To integrate into a country, relying on his sharp tongue and tolerant ethnic policies, more and more prisoners will turn their guns.
This is what a politician should have. How can he constantly consume his own strength and use barbarians to control barbarians? This is true in ancient and modern times. Dividing and disintegrating the enemy is the moral character a long-sleeved commander should have, and it can bring him a good reputation.
Why not? How can those butchers who only know how to massacre cities know how to conquer a strong fortress and disintegrate it from within? This is actually the same as the politics in the court. War is the continuation of politics.
Therefore, Li Guolou formulated ten military regulations for Li Ziying to influence the rebellious Hui army. Li Guolou was quite conceited, because every bit of Li Ziying was carefully cultivated by him. If he was wrong
, Li Ziying has no reason to exist. If he is right, just develop according to the trajectory he set, it's that simple.
Suddenly a returning cavalryman appeared on the horizon, waving a flag, heading towards Huangtugang, shouting: "Don't shoot!"
Several Li Ziying sentries aimed their guns at Mu San and brought him to Battelle.
"Oh, you are the Qing soldiers anyway." After regaining consciousness, Battle tried his best to cheer up and restore his original demeanor. He was shocked in his heart. In a sleepless night, so many things happened. The head of the returning army commander Harian Hu
He was chopped down by his own people.
"We are veterans of the Mingzi Camp. We had no choice but to ask Mr. Li to take him in." Mu San replied respectfully, looking at the several rangers from the Lizi Camp and looking at their clothes.
"Oh, he is Liu Mingchuan's man. Mr. Liu is also my commander, Mu San, if you are not a good officer and soldier, why are you a thief?" Battelle looked at Mu San, feeling incredible. As the saying goes, water flows to lower places, and people go to lower places.
There is no reason why things will get worse as you go higher up.
Mu Sangan laughed a few times and said: "Sir, we have also been a little wronged, and we treat others as unkind. Have we not found our way back?"
Battle blinked, chuckled and said, "Mu San, no need to explain. Everyone has an ulterior past. Mr. Li won't mind. Don't talk about changing your past. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" Mu San looked at the tall and tall Battle, and at first glance he looked like a rebellious birdman. When he heard that Battle knew Liu Mingchuan, he began to inquire about the old officer's situation.
The two were walking side by side. There were several piles of corpses piled up in front of the loess hill, with severed limbs and remains thrown together. Each pile contained at least several hundred corpses. Next to them, there was a group of civilians digging ditches. They wanted to bury the corpses, otherwise
With so many corpses exposed, plague will occur in the spring. As for the left ears on the corpses, they were cut off by the officers and soldiers of Li Ziying. The military merit is to use the enemy's left ears. You can see that each ear is looped with a string and hung on the
On horses.
The civilian workers stopped what they were doing and glanced at Mu San curiously. Xu Yuguang said loudly: "Battle, where did you catch the spy?"
"Xu Daya, go about your business. Why do you care so much? This is a military secret." Battelle blinked and looked aloof. After passing one sentry after another, the two of them arrived at the loess hill.
A ranger had informed Li Guolou first, which caused a burst of joy in the camp. Cheng Kun next to him was quite suspicious and said: "Master Li, should you cover that Mu San's eyes to prevent Mu San from seeing Li Ziying?"
The formation situation.”
Li Guolou smiled casually and said: "How is that possible? The rangers have been released. If the returning army still wants to fight, then just do it again. The fortifications are dead but the people are alive. It doesn't matter if Mu San sees it. The cannon is
If you can't steal it, you won't get any advantage if you return to the army at night, and you can't even hope to return alive during the day. Let the loyal soldiers see the military power of Li Ziying and blow the trumpet to welcome the guests."
The loud bugle sounded, and the high-spirited Li Guolou walked out of the position and personally greeted the martyrs. This was the first surrender faction. Hundreds of people would follow. Anyway, the independent Hui people's army was unpopular.
The Hui compatriots in Qinghuan returned to the embrace of the motherland.