Beiyang new warlord

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"Please resign!!!"

Mao Jue almost bit his tongue, but Yuan Chonghuan nodded very seriously.

"My lord, Yu Guo! Yuan is deeply trusted by the emperor, and he is devoted to the country. In order not to block the enemy from outside the country, Yuan let the iron hooves of the slaves trample on the imperial capital of the capital. It is a shame! This is disloyalty!"

"My lord! Yuan has been entrusted by the lord to guard the country of Japan, but he has not done his duty faithfully and failed to prevent riots and thieves before they happen. It is unjust to eat a vegetarian meal with his corpse!"

"As far as I am concerned, I can't even protect my own students! Watching him go down the wrong path! Watching him die in front of you! I am not kind!"

"My lord, this disloyal, unrighteous and unkind person, what kind of face does Yuan have to be worthy of a high position! Please be merciful, my lord, let Yuan return to his hometown, and end his remaining life!"

His mouth was almost crooked! Just like the little pepper just now, he grabbed Yuan Chonghuan violently, and Mao Jue roared with a distorted voice.

"The decisive battle between Dongjiang and Jiannu has reached a critical moment, and the country of Wa is now full of rain and wind! At this time, are you going to pick me up?"

"no!!!"

4 Chapter Forty.

This is the end of the world.

When Mao Jue was killing all directions under the city of Kyoto, his distant northern country, Heilongjiang, was also engaged in a bloody and cruel battle for survival.

The paddy fields that were paved, ditched, and diverted by manpower are still there, like majestic matts on the ground, but the seedlings that should be neat in the fields are gnawed here and there.

Dingbian Fort, Xingbian Fort and a series of Dongjiang fortress settlements in the distance are intact, Dongjiang people are not afraid! Just came out of the pass, they would rather die, they are not willing to give up the land they lost to themselves, and as long as they don’t Cowardly, relying on the ancient cavalry to capture the concrete bunker with artillery is a bit of a dream.In addition to burning down a few houses on the edge of Zhuangzi, throwing dozens of arrows under the solid concrete fort, and forming a deep beam with the border town of Heilongjiang, these sudden Mongolian cavalry did not ask for anything. .

Moreover, the arrival of this group of uninvited guests made the whole Heilongjiang Bian Town, which was newly established only about a year ago, boil up.

"One two one! One two one!"

In the neat chant, the neat infantry brigade walked in neat steps, carrying flintlock guns on their left shoulders, and patrolling back and forth on the small road near the town fort. Military uniforms, soldiers and brigades with burdens are gathered here. Under the order of Adelaina, the entire border town has four regiments, 150 and two reserve regiments, 10,000+ men or by train, Or take a public carriage and gather here in a mighty way.

On both sides of the road, a military policeman with a blood-red long sword painted on his sleeve kept hissing and giving impassioned speeches to boost morale.

"Soldiers! Brothers! Dongjiang has reached a critical moment. Take up your weapons and defend Dongjiang! Defend the generals! Defend your wives and children! Defend your hard-won land and food!"

"Those savages want to plunder our land and wealth! Let Dongjiang become their coated slaves! Hot-blooded men, answer them with bayonets! Dongjiang will never yield!"

As the saliva splashed, those reserve troops who had just put down their hoes had red eyes with the same excitement, wishing to go up and fight immediately.

But the Dongjiang Army Headquarters and the Chinese Army established on the outskirts of Dingbian Fort, a group of people gathered together, staring at the map in dead silence.

Also following Mao Jue's example, the sand table was filled with densely packed flags, and several raids were marked with red arrows. Fan Wenju, the current supreme commander of Heilongjiang Bian Town, frowned, staring at the sand table without saying a word.

"The main force has arrived! It's going south in one go! When we killed these dog tartars, there were 16 of us, and people were eating horse chews. Why bother to waste food here?"

The military confrontation has been going on for less than half a month, and Wen Meng, the head of the Tieshan Corps who is deployed here, can't bear to knock on the table.

"Master Fan, there are only a few thousand opponents! What are you still hesitating about?"

"General Wen, it's the opponent who came out with thousands of people, so we can't be careless! The opponent is the Qing Tartars! The main offensive force in Dongjiang is all in our hands. Once the opponent's trick is to lure the enemy in, once our army Rush to Songjiang rashly, encounter Eight Banners cavalry on the plain roundabout outflank, our army will suffer heavy losses!"

"Once the master's hard work is ruined in our hands, what shall we use to meet the master!"

"But just watch it like this?"

In the midst of the heated debate, there was a burst of commotion outside the door. Immediately afterwards, a thousand households on duty rushed into the tent door, stood at attention, saluted, and reported loudly.

"Master Fan, General Wen! Director of Jixi No.19 Factory, temporary wartime garrison officer Sun Chuanting led the 39th, 41th, and [-]st regiments of Jixi Town to report. Please issue orders from Master Fan to allocate defense areas!"

"Sun Chuanting!"

This name made Fan Wenju's brows twitch uncontrollably. For him, this Dongjiang steward has a deep memory! In order to get him out, Mao Jue invested nearly 80 taels of silver back and forth, enough to form half a new corps. Wealth changed such a person!

The money belonged to Mao Jue. Fan Wenju couldn't refute Mao Jue's decision, but in his opinion, the expense was a complete waste. His face was not very good-looking, and Master Fan waved his hand impatiently.

"Have his troops stationed in Quliuchuan, watching the army's supply warehouse!"

Looking at the logistics of transporting things and making soy sauce, it is reasonable for Sun Chuanting, a factory manager who turned into a military officer, but the thousand households on duty just stood at attention and planned to go out to deliver orders. Looking at Wen Meng's ugly horse face, Fan Wen Ju suddenly changed his mind.

"Forget it, let his troops be stationed in the central army, and let him come to see me in person!"

About ten minutes later, Sun Chuanting, who was also wearing black cotton armor and whale leather boots, rushed to the Chinese army, but when he entered the door, the officers, big and small, looked at him like polar bears. The chief stumbled a bit, he was regarded as a high-ranking official, the governor of Shaanxi, the chief official of the frontier, even if he went to Dongjiang, he was also the leader of the factory director, and others saluted him, but now there are all officers in the room who are bigger than him! Full of discomfort, the last pillar of the Ming Dynasty in history knelt awkwardly on the ground.

"I bid my respects to all my lords!"

"Get up! Dongjiang rules, you don't need to kneel back and forth during military discussions!"

Still impatient with not wanting to be seen, without raising his head, Fan Wenju waved his hand like greeting Xiao Er, and greeted Sun Chuanting to the front of the sand table.

The sand table actually existed in the Tang Dynasty, but it is rare to be as popular as Dongjiang. Even if Sun Chuanting used cowhide maps in the Qin army, such a three-dimensional combat map made him shine.

"On May 26th, 33 Tatars attacked Dingbian Fort, destroyed [-] acres of land, burned [-] houses, and exchanged fire with the border regiment until noon. They were shelled and retreated. [-] people were killed and [-] were injured."

"On May 28, five hundred Tartars circled Qu Liuchuan, intending to attack Hegang. On the way, they encountered Dongjiang border cavalry and were defeated. Our division beheaded one hundred and five ranks."

"On June 110th, thousands of Tartars attacked Baiyangzhai, destroying 16 acres of land, and were attacked by side regiments, killing [-] people!"

"June nineteenth, six hundred Tartars"

At this end, under Fan Wenju's instruction, Qianhu on duty reported all the previous military information, but before he finished speaking, Sun Chuanting suddenly shook his head.

"This doesn't look like the Jianzhou Eastern Captivity! Whether it's the Eight Banners of Mongolia or the Eight Banners of the Han Army, they all require military discipline. Such a small group of attacks will collapse at the touch of a touch. It doesn't look like their style! It's more like those Mongolian tribes on the grassland who are not climate-friendly. .”

"If you come to command, how do you plan to fight this battle?"

"Fighting the Mongolian tribes naturally has the style of the Mongolian tribes. The Mongols live by water and grass. Although the Songliao Plain is vast, it is not without traces. Following the example of Li Chengliang, the commander of the Liao Dynasty, he rode with fine horses and went down the Songhua River. However, this is the time when the cattle and horses are fattening up, and the enemy must graze on this line, use their horses to step on the tents, break through the enemy's tents, burn and plunder the cattle and sheep, without backup, the ancients will be destroyed without attack!"

This eloquent talk caused Wen Meng and Fan Wenju to exchange glances. Seeing Wen Meng nodding, Fan Wenju asked again in a solemn voice.

"Your main force, I will give you two additional regiments and [-] horses, and you will launch this attack. Do you dare?"

"Shall I lead the troops?"

Sun Chuanting really accidentally pointed his nose.

The current situation is that the main attack direction of the Qing army is unclear. Even the Dongjiang firearms troops are good at defending mountains and hills. The plains are also at a disadvantage when encountering the main force of the Qing army. It is not reconciled to wait for the Qing army to make moves. It is best The best way is to throw stones and ask for directions, and send a small force to counterattack appropriately.

Sun Chuanting was also treated as cannon fodder. He went south. It is good to win. If he lost, he lost five regiments and four thousand militiamen. It was not enough to hurt Dongjiang. Sorry, for Fan Wenju, waste can be used if it can be used.

For Sun Chuanting, this was an opportunity. After all, he possessed talent and was a general. He didn't know that he was kidnapped by Mao Jue, and he wished for it to be able to lead troops into battle again!

In the evening, at the front of Dingbian Fort, next to the river, there was a burst of lively noise. Although there is no shortage of horses in the Dongjiang River, even the reserve corps has received horse riding training at that time, but there is no such thing as a single horse. The workers of the [-]th Factory The three regiments formed were excitedly scrubbing the horses they had just received by the river. There was a promise on them that if they made military achievements this time, all these horses would belong to their regiment. Enough for them to be happy.

Even Sun Chuanting himself was excited and full of novelty. He took the revolver that had just been issued to him in his hand, gestured at the target, and immediately opened the ammunition box next to him. He reached out and grabbed a handful of pointed bullets.

Working under Emperor Chongzhen, he is used to living in poverty, and his military rations have not lasted more than three months. Today, he became rich overnight. He has two firecrackers, eight replacement bayonets, and a high-quality saber. One bite, three catties of gunpowder per person, one hundred rounds of such pointed lead bullets, especially each received a new collar from the armory.