The military train slowly drove into Gaobeidian Station. Large clouds of white water vapor rose from between the wheels and rails. As the rail doors of the canister carriages opened one after another, the soldiers rushed out and quickly jumped out after the officers ordered them to do so.
Line up, count the number of people, and drive out of the station according to the number sequence.
Han Baihang was walking alone. He had just said goodbye to the soldiers of his company on the train. He was quite melancholy when saying goodbye, but he quickly adjusted his spirit. He had to find the location of the forward selection team first. At this time, Gaobeidian
It has become a huge barracks. Military columns are moving in one after another, and batches of soldiers are coming down. There are many people, noisy, and the numbers are very confusing. After asking around, I found out that the camp of the selected vanguard is stationed in Gaobeidian.
The Wudao Temple in the southwest is five miles away from the station.
He immersed himself in walking towards the Wudao Temple. Along the way, engineers were already setting up telephone poles and telephone lines. Gendarmerie teams wearing red armbands were setting up checkpoints on the road. It took a full hour to reach Wulidi.
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Wudao Temple is located at the T-junction leading to Zhuo County and Yixian County. The camp of the Selected Front Team is built around Wudao Temple. The soldiers are in full swing building the camp. The camp gate has begun to take shape, and there are soldiers on duty outside.
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Han Baihang walked straight to the camp gate. Thirty meters away from the camp gate, he saw a soldier on guard approaching with a gun aimed at him and shouted: "Who is he? Tell me his name!"
"Don't shoot, it's our own."
Han Baihang stood still. At this time, the Third Division was on full combat readiness. All units were strictly guarded against spies inside and outside. If he dared to break into the military camp, the sentry would definitely shoot him. He hurriedly took out the transfer order from his pocket, waved his hand and shouted to the sentry.
He said: "I am Han Baihang, the adjutant of the 1st Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 12th Regiment. I have been ordered to report to the vanguard selection team."
The sentry stepped forward and took away his order: "Wait, I will report to the commander."
After waiting for about ten minutes, the sentry ran out of the barracks, handed the transfer order back to him, and saluted: "Sir Han, the captain is waiting for you at the camp headquarters."
Han Baihang returned the military salute to the sentry, asked about the location of the battalion headquarters, and then walked into the military camp of the vanguard selection team.
After coming to the Third Division for two months, he knew more or less about some things in the army. The so-called forward selection team was not a fixed establishment in the army, but a temporary team formed before or during the war. The personnel were selected from the army.
Moderately tough officers and soldiers who are not afraid of death. They are specially designed to be used in the most critical and harshest battlefields to attack enemies and destroy enemies. The organization is equivalent to that of a battalion. Most of the captains are company-level officers who are eager for military glory. If they survive the battle, they will be killed after the war.
It is used for promotion, and the officers and soldiers below are also average. A deputy platoon leader and acting platoon leader like Han Baihang can be safely promoted to company deputy or even company commander after the war. Even if he has made great achievements, it is very likely that he will skip the company level and directly become
School officer.
Entering the military camp, dozens of tents had been set up in the camp. There were Juma in the corridors, and sandbags were stacked behind the Juma. Heavy machine guns were mounted on the sandbags, making it look like they were facing a formidable enemy.
The battalion headquarters was located inside the Wudao Temple. He walked outside and shouted a report, and someone inside responded: "Come in!"
Han Baihang stepped in and quickly glanced around. Inside, there were seven or eight officers talking around what was probably the Wudao Temple altar table.
The ranks of the people inside were so confusing that Han Baihang couldn't tell who was the captain of the selection team for a while, so he could only give a military salute first and then see who was the captain.
"Han Baihang was ordered to report, please ask the captain for instructions!"
The officers sitting around the altar table looked sideways. One of them, an officer with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a garlic nose looked Han Baihang up and down, frowned and said: "You guys are waiting for you, come and sit down."
Han Baihang stood up and hurriedly came over. He saw that everyone was sitting on a long bench around the altar table. It was not full of people, but no one planned to move their buttocks to make room for him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
"If there's no place to sit, let's hold the military meeting standing up."
The captain glanced at Han Baihang and said coldly.
The officers burst out laughing, which immediately angered Han Baihang. He knew that the army was not a place where he could swallow his anger. He was targeted when he first arrived. If he didn't show a tough attitude, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the selection team.
He glanced left and right, and suddenly saw a two-foot-tall stone lion at the entrance of the temple. He had an idea in his mind. Without saying a word, he walked over, stood up firmly on his feet, and spat into his hands.
, bent down and hugged the stone lion's head.
The officers were shocked when they saw him acting like this. The stone lion probably weighed no more than three hundred kilograms, and it was impossible to lift it with human power.
The soldiers outside also gathered around, wanting to see how he could lift such a big stone lion.
I saw Han Baihang's anger sinking into his Dantian, and he took in a breath like a whale. The sound was shockingly loud. When everyone was startled, he exerted force on his waist and legs, straightened his back, and exhaled loudly.
The stone lion was picked up steadily by him. Everyone saw that his face was neither red nor angry. It was as easy as an ordinary person carrying a sandbag. He took a few steps back to the altar table and threw it on the ground with a yell, cracking the bluestone floor.
After opening the gap, he clapped his hands and sat down calmly. Seeing everyone looking at him with their mouths wide open, he smiled faintly and said, "You're showing off your shame."
Everyone was stunned. They all swallowed their saliva. The eyes they looked at Han Baihang changed. They were no longer as hostile as before. They were all thinking: This master is not a good person and cannot afford to offend him. Then someone quietly moved his buttocks and asked
There was a vacant seat.
The captain was also stunned by Han Baihang's skill. He was stunned for a long time, and then he coughed lightly and said: "Great skill, Captain Han. I'm afraid we won't be able to find the second person in our third division."
Han Baihang held his head high and said humbly: "Where, where, there are dragons and crouching tigers hidden in the robes of the army. My little effort is nothing."
The captain heard the dissatisfaction in Han Baihang's mouth, smiled slightly, looked around at everyone with bright eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You guys are here to choose the vanguard. You must have heard of where this is. The vanguard is a member of the third division.
Use a sharp knife to stab the enemy's vital points. A war will happen at any time. You must go back as soon as possible to familiarize yourself with the troops and lead good soldiers for me. If anyone dares to go to the battlefield and make mistakes, don't blame me for my ruthless military law."
The officers looked solemn and said in unison: "Yes!"
The captain nodded, picked up a few newspapers from the table, passed them to everyone to circulate, and said: "This is the latest newspaper from Beijing. What do you think after reading it?"
After the officers circulated it one by one, it was Han Baihang's turn. He struggled to identify the traditional Chinese characters, read it carefully, and probably understood the current situation.
Most of the newspapers published telegrams and verbal wars between the Zhijiang and Anhui cliques. They were nothing more than you calling me a national traitor and me calling you a rebel traitor, exposing each other's shortcomings. What is particularly noteworthy is that the target of criticism from both sides has gradually shifted from Wu Peifu to Wu Peifu.
Xu Shuzheng's body was transferred to Cao Kun and Duan Qirui, which meant that Zhiwan had already lost its final face. The bosses of the two sides were really angry, and war was imminent.
There was a piece of news in the newspaper that caught his idea. It was a small piece of news on the back page of the newspaper. The main idea was: After Zhang Zuolin returned to Beijing from Baoding, news of his collusion with the Zhili Clique spread like wildfire. Xu Shuzheng was angry and set up a Hongmen Banquet to arrest him.
Zhang Zuolin, fortunately, was discovered by Zhang Zuolin and escaped by urinating.
Han Baihang knew in his heart that according to history, the Feng clique would definitely support the Zhili clique, and the Anhui clique was destined to fail. This was undoubtedly good news.
After everyone had finished reading, the captain said: "Who has something to say?"
The officers were silent. They were all junior officers. They could only read sporadic information from newspapers. They were still in the dark about the development of the current situation and had no opinions.
