He quickly rushed to the west and saw that a large group of enemies had crowded to the edge of the trench. They were throwing things into the trench and setting up ladders on it. [Read the full text] At this time, two other people also arrived, and four people rushed towards the trench at the same time. The enemy to the west opened fire.
They fired one shot after another, and a hail of bullets knocked down more than a dozen bandits. The bandits behind them turned and fled.
The whistle sounded again, and everyone dropped their hot rifles and ran to the other side. Soldiers who were able to crawl out were helping to load the ammunition. This half hour was the busiest half hour in Wang Wu's life. Running, shooting, running, shooting, the sergeant's whistle was blowing sharply and it seemed that it would never stop. Everyone was so exhausted that they almost fell to the ground. Finally the enemy retreated.
"How many bullets are left?" Wang Wu asked the sergeant.
"There are a lot of bullets, and there are more than 2,000," the sergeant said. "There are also a lot of guns, but no one is using them."
"Don't save bullets. Hit the enemy when they come up. Don't let them get close to the embankment to fire arrows. Our people are too precious."
Now, there are only 24 of them left, some of the patients have died one after another, and the rest are dying. Two more were killed in the battle.
There are only seven people who can pick up a gun and fight, including Liu Bin, who has almost never used a rifle.
The survivors were exhausted by the fierce fighting. If they fought like this for another day, they would be completely wiped out.
"Bury all the dead people in the camp." Wang Wu ordered, "Collect their belongings and bury them separately, and bury them better."
He returned to the command post tent, took the work team's documents, manuals, maps and other things, as well as the IDs of all the work team members, and took them to the field stove outside, struck a match and lit them.
Then he threw in the documents, currency notes and other things he had on him. The fire was blazing, and black paper ashes flew out of the stove.
It won't be long before my head will be chopped off. Wang Wu stared at the fire and lit a cigarette, thinking: I am going to die.
Unless a miracle occurs, the destruction of their small team is doomed.
He thought of his wife, children, and the land and house in his family. He was a rich farmer. After the bandits were eliminated in Daolu Village, without the bandits' extortion, he started working hard and managed the family business successfully. It became a local agricultural demonstration household. The Tiandihui even came to him specifically to ask him to join the club. And he is eager to give it a try, planning to use the "Australian Farming Method" after joining the association and start a big fight.
Wang Wu knew that after his death, he would be laid on a cannon cart and buried in Cuigang in great splendor, escorted by soldiers of honor. Of course, there would be gunfire and a funeral ceremony; he would pay his wife, children, and parents a large sum of money. As compensation for his death in battle, his family will always be taken care of by the Australians: no greedy relatives, tribesmen and villagers will come to seize his family property, and no one will dare to bully his wife and children because they are "survivors" - ―In the civil system of the Crossing Empire, this is a noble title. Only the family members of those who died in battle can enjoy this title and the benefits that come with it.
He knows all this - there will be no worries after his death.
He returned to the tent that served as a temporary rescue center - the air inside was foul and full of the smell of death. Liu Bin squatted next to a soldier who had just died, covering his face with his hands and sobbing.
Wang Wu wanted to say something to comfort her - but he couldn't say anything. He is not like Du Chang and Dong Chang who can say a lot of very reasonable things about everything.
He thought for a long time and walked out again. The sergeant was cleaning his rifle. There were piles of rifles beside him. He cleaned each rifle carefully.
"You'll have to use it later," he said. "You can't do it without wiping it clean."
Wang Wu said: "It would be great if there were grenades."
"I heard that they were all used up in Chengmai. Now they are only distributed to the field troops in the direction of Qiongshan." The sergeant said, "When our battalion went to Chengmai to fight, each of us had two. It was really easy to throw out an explosive. Pour a large piece - really get the 'Thunder in the Palm'"
"Have you disposed of the excess?"
"We are only half a platoon, and we don't have any paperwork or anything like that." The sergeant said calmly, "As for the military ID cards, I have collected them all and burned them. Only this one -" He pointed to the two ID cards on his chest. chapter.
This is the recently awarded "Chengmai Battle Victory Medal" and "First Counter-Encirclement and Suppression Victory Medal".
"The bandits definitely don't want this thing, so I'll keep it."
"Bury it and leave it to your family. It's always a thought."
"I don't have any family." The sergeant said with a bitter smile, "I didn't have time to get a wife - but luckily I didn't get a wife."
As he was talking, a whistle sounded from the observation deck: "The enemy is lining up."
Fighting broke out again.
In the afternoon, the bandits came to the village, pulled down all the thatched roofs of the villagers, harvested a large amount of dry firewood and weeds, and threw them in bundles upwind to light them. Thick smoke rose from the damp straw. Drifting towards the camp.
The threat from the smoke was not great at first - the smoke was blown away by strong winds before reaching the camp due to the distance, but the view was obstructed after all. Group after group of bandits used the cover of smoke to advance section by section, constantly piling up burning thatch towards the embankment. Finally, a pile of firewood was lit almost right next to the trench.
Wang Wu and others could only blindly shoot at the crowd in the thick smoke as fast as possible, but they could not hinder their smoke-discharging action. In the end, the entire camp was enveloped in a choking thick smoke - the team members and soldiers all wore gauze masks soaked in water. Barely able to support it.
The bandits finally gathered all their forces and rushed over together. They advanced in the smoke, and they themselves were overwhelmed by the smoke, but there were so many bandits that they finally filled a section of the trench under the cover of thick smoke and climbed up the earth embankment.
The bandits' faces were covered with pieces of water-soaked cloth. Blinking his eyes that were irritated by the smoke, he waved his sword and gun blindly. He rushed forward while coughing violently.
Bows and arrows were fired at random into the camp, and all those who could move retreated to the trenches on the earth embankment to the west. Wang Wu looked at the people around him and saw that there were only three people left.
The sergeant had been beheaded by bandits on the embankment. His rifle was held in the hand of a bandit and brandished.
There were also a dozen rifles in the trenches. These rifles cannot fall into the hands of bandits
"Everyone, smash everything you don't need to grab." Wang Wu said and slammed his short-barreled rifle on the stone. The barrel and the butt were separated from each other, and the parts flew apart.
Others also smashed the extra guns in their hands. Then everyone piled all the ammunition under the earth embankment, and then threw a torch on it.
The copper flash cap crackled violently like a firecracker, and the gunpowder exploded immediately. The thousand-domini bullet was like a huge firework driven by the gunpowder, and the bandits screamed.
Wang Wu picked up a long-barreled Minie rifle used by soldiers and fixed the bayonet. Others followed suit and fixed their bayonets. The moment he jumped out of the trench and prepared to fight, he saw Liu Bin, who was squatting on the ground shaking, raised his bayonet and stabbed his throat violently.
Wang Wu roared: "Kill" was his last word.
Liu Yixiao is very busy these days. The five or six work teams sent out have already started work, and the highway extending from Lingao is also in a state of preparation for work. The most important thing is to prepare for the work of collecting grain and land as soon as possible.
Qianhu Station in Danzhou refused to surrender, so Yu Zhiqian had no choice but to launch an expedition against Qianhu Station. Soon, military households in various guard posts were forced to surrender and accept reorganization.
In accordance with the policy, a group of thousands of households, hundreds of households, and small banners who were riding on the heads of military households were arrested and used as free labor. Ordinary military households were reorganized. The farmland of military households is relatively concentrated, which is the most suitable place for large-scale commercial planting. Military households used to be official tenants of the Ming Dynasty, and now they are agricultural workers on state-owned farms in the empire, which makes sense.
Ye Yuming has dispatched a work team of the "Tiandihui" from Lingao to prepare for the attack on the farmland of Danzhou Qianhu Station.
"Although the buildings in Qianhusuo City and various camps are a bit old and dilapidated, the structures are generally in good condition. It does not cost a lot to repair and can be used in the future - it is better than the shabby houses with mud walls and straw roofs. Much better." Yu Zhiqian boasted about the "remarkable results" of his expedition.
He also left troops ranging from a platoon to a company in Qianhusuo's garrison city and each camp, responsible for reorganizing and training the military households. Danzhou is an important town of "Zhenli", and the crossing group has no Before the complete reunification of the Lebanese region, necessary deterrence must still be achieved against the Lebanese region. Therefore, the military households cannot simply cancel the matter, but must also ensure that they continue to maintain a certain degree of force.
Liu Yixiao expressed concern: "It is too unreliable to directly form a militia and take control of the armed forces without political transformation."
"No problem, the transformation will take its time. Now we have to 'suppress Li' first." Yu Zhiqian told Liu Yixiao that he learned from Xiaoqi, a military household who surrendered, that since they defeated the official army in Chengmai, there have been some dissidents in Li District. signs of stability. Some Dong masters are communicating with each other and seem to have some agenda.
"At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn here, the Li people will attack the villages in the Han area on a small scale, so every place must be 'prevented by Li' at this time."
The news of the massive defeat of the army caused an undercurrent to surge in the Li district, which had been quiet for decades since the Li people's uprising in the late Wanli era. Li people are not good men and women. For Qiongzhou, which has long had sharp conflicts between Han and Li, the defeat of the official army gave them an excellent opportunity.
"The report said that there are no changes in the Li people in Lingao, and the matter of opening a trading house in Li District has been discussed-" v! ~!
