In Baodi, among the scattered snowflakes, Chen Zhong held up his binoculars and looked towards the south bank of Ji Canal. Everything on the entire defense line was clearly visible. It was obvious that his opponent was not those trash-like Eight Banners disciples. The ground covered by white snow was densely packed with trees.
The ground was covered with barbed wire, and the shapes of one machine gun bunker after another were clearly distinguishable, but not a single person could be seen.
Stationed here is the First Town led by Yuan Shoushan. Twelve thousand soldiers form Beijing's first line of defense, and it is also the strongest line of defense. Farther away, you can see the artillery position of the Qing army, with more than 40 soldiers.
The Krupp cannons were lined up in a row, with their black muzzles pointing towards the north bank. All the artillery were protected by low walls. In front of these heavy artillery, there was also a mortar position, one after another of the Eighty-two mortar produced by the Hanyang Arsenal.
The cannon was pointed at the sky, and in a small village further away, a large number of horses could be vaguely seen, and there was probably a cavalry there.
"Go back!" After observing, he said to the pilot beside him. The airship floating in the sky immediately began to deflate and descend. As soon as it returned to the ground, a staff officer came forward and said: "Report to the commander, go
The guy who persuaded us to surrender is back."
"What's the result?" Chen Zhong said casually. The person who went to persuade him to surrender was an imperial envoy sent by Guangxu, who was also a green insect who played a dangerous game of wealth with Kang Youwei.
As soon as he finished saying this, the staff officer couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Chen Zhong glared at him.
"Yuan Shoushan had his ears and nose cut off!" the staff officer said, holding back his laughter.
Chen Zhong couldn't help but smile, it was better this way. Anyway, the King of Zhennan had given an order to kill those Qing troops who dared to stop the rebel army. Since they did not surrender, they could have a good killing. When he thought of his father when he was a child,
The long-haired remnant couldn't help but feel excited about the stories about killing the demons told by the uncles around him. After returning to the headquarters, amid the heart-rending cries of the caterpillar, he used the phone to call the artilleryman.
The order to fire was given.
On the artillery position in the distance, with the order flag waving, a 105mm heavy cannon opened fire first, and then on the airship in the sky, the artillery observer immediately reported the new coordinates with a semaphore. After several corrections, including three
More than a hundred artillery pieces, including sixteen 105mm heavy artillery pieces, roared simultaneously, and the Qing army's heavy artillery position was instantly flooded by the explosion of fire.
In the command post at the rear of the Qing army, Yuan Shoushan looked at the cannons that were blown up in the distance and sighed helplessly. He had expected this. The Zhongyong Army did not know what means to use to destroy their cannons.
There is no need to aim directly at all, and the range is much greater than that of your own Krupp cannon. As long as it is an artillery battle, it will definitely have this result.
But his artillery can only be placed in the most conspicuous position, otherwise his artillery will not know where to fire.
"Sir, are we wrong?" A close confidant next to him looked at the artillery positions that were being razed. He asked cautiously. Of course, what he meant was not that the artillery positions were arranged wrongly. Even among the New Army,
, it’s not clear whether we should help the emperor or the queen mother. In the final analysis, this seems to be the emperor’s own business. How can a slave have the right to interfere? He is just a soldier and follows orders.
"Don't say this again. We have been deeply favored by the Queen Mother. As the saying goes, if a scholar dies for a confidant, he should repay him with death. What's more, you don't know who Yang Feng is. If he enters Beijing, I'm afraid all our bannermen will die.
There is no place to be buried. The deposed emperor was bewitched by a bunch of villains, and he was blinded by hatred for the Queen Mother. He did not want to think about losing our banner people. Even if he got the throne, he would not let the Han people take care of it. His move
He is digging his own grave. Such an emperor is not worthy of our support. He is no longer our emperor of the Qing Dynasty." Yuan Shoushan said righteously.
"Sir, I have learned a lesson from you. Even if we die, we will shed our last drop of blood for the Qing Dynasty." The subordinate looked like he suddenly understood, and quickly knelt down and said with a loyal look on his face. A group of officers around him also followed suit.
One by one, they knelt down to show their loyalty.
Yuan Shoushan helped them up with great satisfaction, and said with infinite sanctity on his face: "If you have ambition, you are a good man of our Qing Dynasty. As long as you are here, our Qing Dynasty will not be destroyed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Zhongyong Army's artillery muzzle changed its target. The dense artillery shells roared across the sky non-stop, and then hit the Qing army's defense line. The antimony-en antimony-charged artillery shells were instantly torn into pieces.
The hard frozen soil and shrapnel harvested the lives in the trenches like machine gun bullets. Huge explosions broke into pieces, and the fire and smoke turned the white earth into an erupting volcano in an instant.
Those Liaodong veterans who had experienced the Sino-Japanese War of 1898-1894 were huddled in the trenches, holding their heads in their hands and howling incessantly. This was how they struggled to support themselves under the Japanese artillery fire last year. One year has passed, and their world is no longer
Changes, but Yang Feng's artillery fire was more than a little fiercer than the Japanese army.
Anyway, with Guangxu paying for military expenses, Yang Feng naturally wouldn't care about the cost. What's more, after the city of Beijing is conquered, there will be many places to make a fortune. A few artillery shells are nothing. Just smash them to your heart's content.
He used cannons to wash the ground here, but the Qing army over there was unlucky. Of course, among the more than 10,000 people, they could not all be veterans of Liaodong. There were also a large number of new Banner soldiers. How could these people have ever seen such a scene?
Amidst the explosions of artillery shells, some people were even frightened out of their minds. They rushed out of the trenches laughing wildly, and then their bodies were instantly wiped out. The sight of blood and flesh everywhere made some smarter people start to crawl out of the trenches quietly and use them to learn from the foreign instructors.
I learned the crawling skills and tried to escape from this hell. Although it was risky, it was much better than staying here and enduring endless torture.
Unfortunately, Yuan Shoushan, who knew the details of his men, had already taken precautions. Those who were lucky enough to escape from the gunfire immediately became the soldiers of the supervising team and knelt down with swords.
"Yuan, you dare to kill me? I am a yellow belt, you, a Han slave, dare to kill me? You dog slave, you dare to kill me?" A captured yellow belt shouted like crazy, Yuan Shoushan pulled out
With a casual wave of the waist knife, an Aixinjueluo family head flew out.
"I have been a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty for seven generations, how can I not kill you?" Yuan Shoushan said with a sneer, returning his sword to its sheath.
"What kind of shell is that?" At this time, an officer beside him suddenly exclaimed. The light of the explosion on the front position suddenly disappeared, but then clouds of yellow smoke rose up, quickly spreading and covering the entire position.
"Gas bombs, send the signal quickly!" A short officer let out a heart-piercing scream in blunt Chinese. Yuan Shoushan's heart immediately clenched. He could finally see this terrifying weapon that was rumored to be so terrifying.
weapons.
Since he was ready to take advantage of this opportunity to drain the blood of the Manchus legally and rationally, Prince Yang would naturally not mind using poison gas again, and it was not tear gas but mustard gas.
But what Yang Feng didn't know was that the Qing army had already been prepared for such a vicious thing. During this period, Cixi recruited many veterans from Japan who fought from Korea to Aomori. After all, Japan today only allows retainers
With an army of 100,000, many soldiers had to return to their devastated hometowns. Unfortunately, the factories were destroyed, the countryside was deserted, and even many places were covered with bones. The entire country was in ruins, and many people and even their hometowns fell into the hands of foreign countries. This
It is not easy to survive under such circumstances. It is possible to recruit someone to become a mercenary.
These people brought a lot of valuable experience to the Qing army that their comrades had sacrificed their lives for. Although it cannot be compared with gas masks, they are still somewhat effective. After enduring poison gas for so long, besides the Japanese, there are other people who can deal with this thing.
Who can be more experienced.
At this time, the Qing troops on the battlefield were still rejoicing that they had finally survived the hell of artillery fire. Each one of them looked at the mutilated bodies of their comrades who were killed next to them with lingering fear.
"What does it smell like?" a veteran asked doubtfully. In the smoke, it was difficult for them to see the spreading mustard gas mist, but the pungent smell of garlic was easily distinguishable.
The Qing troops in the trenches were all busy picking out their comrades and weapons from the soil. No one paid attention to this. There was no smell on the battlefield. A smell of garlic was nothing unusual, but then some people began to feel something was wrong and choked.
After the human smell entered their nostrils, everyone couldn't help but cough violently. At the same time, their eyes also felt burning pain, and the coughing became more and more severe and they couldn't stop even if they wanted to. Many people were exhausted from coughing and squatted down.
He coughed out every trace of air in his lungs with difficulty like a consumptive man, until he coughed up blood and even coughed out his own lungs.
"Poison gas!" Someone finally shouted with difficulty.
At the same time, a shrill trumpet sounded from the rear, and all the Qing soldiers suddenly woke up. Regardless of whether they were poisoned or not, they went crazy and found wet towels soaked in alkaline water to strangle their mouths and noses. Some of the severely poisoned soldiers coughed while
While escaping the trench, trying to find a place to breathe.
But then the machine guns of the supervisory team behind them rang out.
"Sir, this method has very little effect, but it is the only one that can have some effect. Especially in winter, there is no need to consider the skin contamination on the body, and the poisonous gas cannot stay in one place for a long time. It will be blown away by the wind after a long time.
, but it is a huge test for the courage of the soldiers. No matter what, we must force the soldiers in the trenches. Only in this way can we not lose our position before the enemy arrives." Japanese retired Colonel Sato Fujii stood beside Yuan Shoushan.
Next to him, he said respectfully.
Looking at the soldiers in front of him who kept falling under the muzzle of the machine gun, Yuan Shoushan nodded expressionlessly.
At this moment, countless loyal soldiers in khaki military uniforms on the other side rushed down the snow-covered river beach with rifles with bayonets in hand. Behind them, countless machine guns were spraying flames.