Armored vehicles and military vehicles roared through the streets of Ankang City. On both sides of the convoy were large groups of infantry. They wore shiny steel helmets, carried rifles, general-purpose machine guns and tripods, and countless big leather boots "clacked" on the stone road.
, echoed throughout the streets. The local people had never seen such military uniforms, nor such flags, such "strange vehicles with cannon barrels" and the signs on them.
The soldiers carried their bags and weapons on their backs, chatting and laughing with each other as they walked, looking at this small mountain town with the same fresh eyes.
The street in the center of the city is very long, and both sides of the street are crowded with ordinary people. Wherever the vanguard troops go, the people on the roadside will be stunned for at least a few minutes, nervously looking at this group of troops that they have never seen before, with a well-organized military appearance. The people
My first feeling is:
...This is not a local force!
The second feeling of the people is:
...This is not the legendary Eight Banners Division either!
The third feeling of the people is:
...This is not the Qing army at all!
The next step is simple... If it's not the army of the Qing Dynasty, then which army is it?
Nanming troops!
A few minutes later, the people on both sides of the road became excited, buzzing and talking, and an ecstatic atmosphere spread among the crowd. However, the long-term fear and caution are still holding on to people, and people are still happy.
, persisting in the intertwining of hope and fear.
Finally, one person boldly shouted:
"Are you the Ming army?"
The soldiers in the queue were stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on their faces, and then they laughed and looked at each other. One of the soldiers smiled and said:
"No way, you still don't know who we are?"
"Ah, ah, are you...?"
Several soldiers walked and laughed:
"We are the 55th Division of the 11th Army of the Ming Dynasty!"
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A voice in the crowd shouted:
"Ming Army————!!!"
Suddenly, half of the street was boiling. All kinds of ecstatic sounds filled the sky. The crowd "squeezed" from both sides to the middle, and the speed of the marching column was suddenly slowed down.
As the news of the Ming army's entry spread in the city, firecrackers began to go off everywhere in Ankang City. At the same time as the firecrackers were lit, there were also various military, police, and government offices in the city, as well as the mansions and mansions of those officials.
Ankang is no different from other places. It is a small basin in the mountains, surrounded by mountains. Outside the mountains are areas controlled by the Ming army. There is no way to escape. More importantly, the Qing government took measures to block news from the local area. Ankang
The officials still don’t know that the Ming army has captured Hanzhong, and they didn’t even have time to
Arrange an escape. Now, without any warning in advance, the Ming army suddenly entered the city. Everyone was caught off guard. They pushed the door open and went out. The spontaneous "big liquidation" of the people on the street had begun, and "officials" were being hunted down everywhere.
, the "officials" have become prey at this moment, and they don't know where to hide.
Hundreds of people had gathered around the entrance of the police station, making noises and rushing in. People outside kept throwing bricks and stones at the courtyard wall.
Next to the two large white marble stone lions, the two standing cages have also been split open. The boss Duan of the gold shop and the young man are lying in the corner, with several robes and sheets under them. The young man's grandfather and several neighbors are lying there.
Take care of them. Two young policemen eating melon seeds at the door
Cha Zao had already turned into two corpses, beaten to pieces by the crowd. One of the corpses was half hung on the top of the wall, with its upper body hanging inside the wall and its lower body hanging outside. It was obvious that the crowd was trying to throw it into the yard.
It wasn't thrown in before it was hung up.
"Papa!!...Papapa!!!"
Several crisp gunshots were heard from inside, and the people outside the gate dispersed with a bang. However, the gunfire suppressed the crowd for dozens of seconds, and then the crowd became even more manic. The hatred that had been suppressed for many years was completely eliminated at this moment.
It broke out. Various
The most vicious and obscene words erupted like a volcano, with a roar that shook the sky. Two large iron gates were banged by the crowd. Several policemen in the yard hid behind a table, holding rifles.
He stared at the crowd outside the iron gate in horror.
The crowd outside began to climb over the wall. They held kitchen knives, wooden sticks, and poles in their hands. They climbed up the wall desperately, and then jumped into the yard. Several policemen in the yard opened fire without hesitation, and some jumped first.
The person who entered the yard was immediately shot and fell to the ground, with a pool of blood quickly oozing out from under his body.
Under the direct threat of bullets, no one dares to climb over the wall for the time being.
The crowd all moved some distance away from the iron gate, stretching their heads and looking at the other end of the street. The cheers at the other end were already very close, and so were the sounds of a large number of engines.
Finally, under the welcome of the citizens, the vanguard of the Ming army - tanks and armored vehicles - rumbled closer. On the front of a Lightning-3 tank, there were five or six Ming army soldiers. Each of them held a gun in his arms.
They all held a bunch of cigarettes,
Candy, beaming with joy, kept waving to the citizens on both sides, waving his helmet, and responded to the cheers of the crowd. Some citizens on both sides went to the roadside shop to buy cigarettes, then ran to the tank, stood on tiptoes and stuffed them into
In the arms of Ming army soldiers.
For the soldiers of the left and right army groups of the Ming Dynasty, everyone has seen such a scene several times. But for these Ming army soldiers, this is the first time. Some soldiers who have participated in the Hanzhong city entry ceremony have only
After the second D-Day, they did not participate in offensive operations, but have been stationed in the rear of Sichuan. Now they are entering
Hanzhong and Qinling were the ones who led them to the north. Now these young men have just participated in this war. Before even one battle was fought, they have already enjoyed two triumphant receptions. With their arms full of "trophies",
Looking at the almost crazy Beiqing people under the car, they all sighed: Ah... So this is war... It's good to fight.
The Ming army tanks arrived at the entrance of the police station and were immediately stopped by hundreds of citizens. They pointed angrily at the several corpses in front of the big iron gate, the two standing cages, the dying people who had been rescued, and complained loudly
With.
The tank commander of the Ming Army looked at the bodies in the pool of blood in front of him. He felt itchy and wanted to show off his skills. After all, he had not fired a single shot since he went into battle. But he was afraid of going to court-martial. After all, this was not the military goal of the Qing army.
It's just a police station. No matter how bad the police station is, it's not in the category of war, and it's not something that their army has to deal with.
Just as he was hesitating, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet was ejected from the tank turret. A deep scratch was clearly scratched on it. A soldier sitting next to him was so frightened that he jumped down. Several other soldiers also jumped.
"Hulala" they all jumped down, immediately crouched down behind the tank, took off their guns and held them in their hands.
An armored vehicle behind heard the gunfire and stopped. The machine gun on the front of the vehicle was pointed here to observe what was going on.
In the courtyard of the police station, a policeman's gun was still smoking. He looked at the muzzle of his own gun in shock, and then looked at the Ming army tanks outside the iron fence in shock. He didn't know whether he was too nervous or whether he should
Unfortunately, the gun went off.
There's nothing more to say now.
The commander made a gesture and said into the headset:
"I was attacked and prepared to fight back."
As he spoke, he retracted into the turret and closed the top cover with a bang.
The surrounding people cheered, and needless to say, all the people spontaneously dispersed to both sides of the road, leaving enough room for the Ming army tanks to maneuver. Then, hundreds of citizens began to applaud in unison from all around, and at the same time shouted in unison:
"Hit it in!...Hit it in!...Hit it in!..."
Immediately afterwards, green smoke spewed out from the rear exhaust pipe of the tank, and the two tracks rotated in opposite directions. The tank turned half a circle on the stone road and pointed the front of the vehicle at the large iron gate of the police station.
The few policemen inside had never seen this formation before. They were all really panicked. They held their rifles and aimed desperately at the tank. Someone shouted "hit", and several rifles fired "crackling", and the bullets rang out.
It clanged against the front armor of the tank.
The Lightning-3 tank turned on the accelerator, roared and rushed towards the police station door, slamming the big iron door to the ground. The tank didn't even slow down, and still rushed into the compound at a speed of thirty kilometers per hour. "Big
The "iron gate" flew out from the rear tracks and fell outside, twisting into a twisted shape.
Several policemen were so frightened that they dropped their guns and ran inside. The tank's machine gun spat out flames and knocked down three of them with a few clicks. Before one of them had time to scream, he was hit by a caterpillar from behind.
It rolled over and turned into a piece of flesh and blood in a piece of clothing.
The remaining three policemen ran fast and desperately rushed into the police station building, out of reach of machine gun fire.
The tank stopped, screamed, lowered the gun barrel, and stopped with a "click".
Two seconds later, there was a gunshot, flames erupted from the muzzle, and a 47mm high-explosive bomb exploded in the lobby on the first floor of the police station building. Lime, smoke, broken bricks, broken cement blocks, broken glass, broken
Wood chips, gypsum blocks, and billowing smoke spurted out. All the glass windows on the first floor and half of the glass windows on the second floor shattered and fell. Broken glass fell on the ground in front of the building.
Outside the police station compound, the people on half the street burst into the most heart-warming cheers, followed by a roaring and tsunami-like applause that lasted for a long time.
It took a long time, but in the white smoke, a policeman crawled out with his body covered in blood and flesh. His face was red and white. The red was blood, and the white was dust. His body was also covered in white dust, and the black police uniform was almost invisible.
.
The volcano of people outside the wall suddenly erupted. Hundreds of people swarmed in from the overwhelming iron gate and fell on the half-dead policeman. The policeman disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Then, the crowd poured into the police station building to continue to vent their resentment over the years. Everyone was trying to clear their grievances and seek justice for themselves and their families. They also had to open all the cell doors and let everyone inside
Come out. Because years of experience have made it clear to everyone: there
Every thief and robber is basically a "meat ticket" caught for ransom. Because for these Beiqing police, catching thieves and robbers is difficult and dangerous, and there is little money. It is far better to catch those who have family members.
Two dollars and a "fat sheep" with no background is a good deal.
The Ming army tank spewed out green smoke again, backed out of the compound, and returned to the street.
The commander opened the top cover with a sense of accomplishment and stood up again. He was immediately cheered like a hero by the people. He grinned, waved his hand triumphantly, and said into the headset:
"Resistance cleared, move on!"
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At four o'clock in the afternoon on November 2, Beijing received a report that the Ming army suddenly marched into Ankang. Emperor Guangwu was stunned, looking at the map, and was speechless for a moment.
At the same time, Nanjing received a report that "the entire territory of Ankang has been controlled."
At the negotiation table at Wuwang Villa, Yonggui was still nagging and self-righteously stalling for time.
"Oh, my Lord Xiang..." Yonggui shook his head, with an embarrassed look on his face, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's difficult... This is the entire Ankang area... It's not just a bunker. We can go there with just one order.
Those who are able to surrender... need time... Well, I tell you, sir, you can't be too hasty. You can't rush this kind of thing. If you are in a hurry, it will easily cause trouble..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that the Ming army was now advancing towards Ankang, so he knew what was going on, and he was not in a hurry. But if he was not in a hurry, he had to pretend to be anxious on the surface. Otherwise, Yonggui, a good person, would be able to guess the clues.
Come.
"Sir Yong," Xiang Xiaoqiang slammed the table anxiously, "You only said you are not in a hurry, how can you tell us not to be in a hurry? Yes, you are not in a hurry. Our army has stopped in Shanxi anyway, so you can take your time.
Slow down! Let me tell you, if you can afford to wait, I can’t!"
The more Yonggui looked at him like this, the prouder he felt, but his face became more embarrassed:
"Sir Xiang, according to your opinion, we are delaying on purpose?...My Lord Xiang, now our two sides have stopped at the same time in Shanxi. It's not that you have stopped, we are still moving forward...
…Do you think there is any need for us to delay?”
Xiang Xiaoqiang knocked on the table and said:
"Then you said you are wasting your time in Ankang and so on! There are so many things to arrange! Tell us and listen!"
Yonggui shook his head and sighed:
"Oh, that's a lot... Sir Xiang, no offense to me, but Sir Xiang is in a high position at a young age. He must not have much experience at the grassroots level, and he doesn't have much idea about the specific things below, which is reasonable..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was stunned, this guy was right.
Seeing his reaction, Yonggui became more confident and said with a smile:
"Sir Xiang, there is a whole division in Ankang, tens of thousands of brothers... The sky is high and the emperor is far away there, and the soldiers in charge are not as obedient as the troops in the capital. Alas... Your army often uses 'money to pave the way' when it goes to war.
Strategy, this is not moral in the first place, look, now it shows its shortcomings
Right? Well, those who originally didn’t plan to surrender will certainly be attracted by your bounty and will surrender, but the opposite is also true! This person who originally planned to surrender is not very willing to surrender now that he heard there is a bounty.
, they all want to wait for the price and wait for the price to be sold, holding back and asking Guijun to increase the price and make more money...
"What's more, even the Qing Dynasty does not dare to force any army to surrender with just such an order... They don't want to surrender in vain, but also want to sell it for a price... Alas, follow Mr. Xiang
Please reveal something. Now Ankang is also blackmailing the court. Since he wants to surrender,
If he surrenders, then we, the Qing court, will not take it seriously. He will only surrender if the court pays you such a large bonus. Otherwise, he will resist the decree and refuse to surrender, leaving the court with no cards to play at the negotiation table...
This is all caused by your unscrupulous 'bounty order', my Lord Xiang!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at him in astonishment, but he was laughing secretly in his heart. This old boy has gone so far as to talk nonsense. And General Ankang is blackmailing your court, telling lies without drafting, and the wife and children of General Ankang are full of children.
With everyone behind you, he still dares to blackmail that fierce god Guangwu?
At this time, Stomachache pushed open the door and rushed in. He bent down and handed Xiang Xiaoqiang a piece of paper and whispered something.
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked down at the telegraph newspaper and smiled slightly, knowing that Ankang had got it.
He raised his head and smiled:
"Master Yong, I'm really sorry for causing trouble to your Qing court...then don't bother me. We're also sorry."
Yonggui was stunned and stared at Xiang Xiaoqiang suspiciously, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
Xiang Xiaoqiang pushed the telegraph newspaper over with a smile and said with a smile:
"No need to trouble you, we have already solved it ourselves."