Han Baihang thought of it and immediately made a deployment: "The people holding the flower trap spread out to both sides of the road to form a crossfire, bringing the enemy closer to fight. The others fixed their bayonets and prepared to fight."
The soldiers did as ordered. They hid their bodies in the shadows of the cliffs on both sides of the valley road, pointed their guns at the curved road, and waited with bated breath for the arrival of the pursuers.
A company of pursuers quickly arrived in a clutter, probably determined to take down the remaining soldiers of the fifth platoon. They did not organize a formation at all. Hundreds of people rushed over in a swarm, shouting "Stop!" "Hold up your guns!"
Kill!" and other words, coupled with the bursts of random gunfire, they don't look like the elite of the Beiyang Army, but more like a group of rabble.
In the dark night, Zhonghan Baihang's eyes became brighter and brighter. He seemed to have a kind of potential. Every time he faced the battlefield, his mind was very calm and clear. No one else could tell that he was just a subordinate who had been serving as the platoon leader for only a few days, leading a group of remnants of soldiers to run for their lives.
Seeing his calm and composed appearance, the officers and soldiers' panicked morale actually stabilized.
The dark Anhui army shouted and turned around the detour. Because the end of the detour was sandwiched between two mountains and the moon was not visible, it became increasingly dark and invisible. The pursuers could not see clearly the five rows of officers and soldiers close at hand. They only saw a straight line.
The defeated troops suddenly disappeared. They were startled and all of them slowed down their pace.
At this juncture, Han Baihang keenly seized the opportunity, straightened up suddenly, pointed the muzzle of the flower machine gun in his hand at the Anhui army, and pulled the trigger to the end.
"Da da da……"
Close-range machine gun fire swept towards the Anhui army like a storm, and other soldiers' machine guns opened fire one after another. In this small area, the Anhui army was densely packed and unavoidable. In an instant, more than a dozen people were mopped down by the hail of bullets.
Before the Anhui army could realize what had happened, they heard the sound of killing suddenly. Five rows of more than 20 people rushed down the mountain like tigers and rushed towards them. Machine guns and bayonets immediately killed the Anhui army to a pulp, no matter how the officers shouted to stop it.
It can't stop the retreat.
Han Baihang took the lead. He enjoyed this refreshing style of fighting. He spent a few seconds emptying the bullets with his hands. Without stopping, he quickly pulled out the box cannon with his left hand and fired at the Anhui army. He touched his waist with his right hand to pick up new ammunition.
While clamping, the thumb and index finger deftly removed the empty magazine and replaced it. The flower machine only listened for two seconds before it screamed again, mowing down a large area of enemies in front of it.
Although the Anhui army had one company, it was ultimately unable to withstand Han Baihang's ambush and charge. The people in front could not resist turning around and running away. Their movement broke up the formation behind them. The most feared thing for an army to fight is to imitate others.
The people in front of them were not aware of the situation in front of them. They only saw their own people running back in a flattering manner. They were panicked and retreated. This retreat caused the formation to completely collapse. They could no longer stop it. They were chased by Han Baihang for two miles.
, killed numerous people along the way, and the remaining pursuers were already frightened and fled into the mountains and forests without daring to look back.
Han Baihang learned from the experience and lessons learned last time and promptly stopped the soldiers who were killing him. He shouted loudly: "Don't chase the poor enemy. Although the enemy has been defeated, it still has strength. I guess it will come back later. Let's clean up the battlefield quickly. We just need to
Once you cross the Yongding River, you will have peace of mind."
The soldiers cheered loudly. After the victory just now, the soldiers' trust in him became deeper and prestige was established. Several shed leaders were also convinced and willing to listen to his orders.
The fifth platoon of men and horses quickly swept the battlefield, sweeping away weapons, bullets, and rations. Everyone changed into the military uniforms of the Anhui Army. Among them, a wounded Anhui Army platoon leader was caught. Han Baihang ordered the soldiers to tie him up.
Along the way, after asking about the unit number, officer, and password of the 15th Division, he winked at Zhou Qing. Zhou Qing took the prisoner to the roadside and neatly wiped his neck with a bayonet.
Immediately hot blood spurted out from the artery, and he fell to the ground and twitched for a few times and became motionless.
"Platoon leader, why bother killing him?" Zhou Baocai said with some reluctance.
Han Baihang said coldly: "He knows the strength and weakness of our troops. If we don't kill him, we have to continue to take him on the road. We cannot take this cumbersome force."
Among the three shed leaders in the fifth row, He Li's transformation was the quickest. He is now a die-hard fan of Han Baihang, and he is very quick to obey orders. He scolded Zhou Baocai from the side and said: "You have too many f**king distractions. We
You can't save yourself even if you return the mud to the Bodhisattva by crossing the river. If you kill a prisoner, just kill him. In short, just listen to the platoon leader."
Xu Pengzu, who had always been He Li's yes-man, also joined in the condemnation until Zhou Baocai told him to raise his hands and surrender.
Han Baihang ignored their quarrel and continued to march for two miles. He heard the rushing sound of the river in the distance. The soldiers were refreshed. When they ran to the river, they were doused with cold water. The river here was too fast. The northern soldiers
Most of them didn't know how to swim, so they could barely cross the shallow river. In such a fast-flowing river, going down it would be no less than death, and riots immediately broke out.
"Platoon leader, what should we do?" The three shed leaders couldn't help but scream in distress.
Han Baihang frowned. The worst-case scenario had indeed occurred. The way forward was blocked. If there were pursuers coming at this time, he would really be paralyzed. Fortunately, he had just killed the pursuers.
Unexpectedly, they came back after a while.
While he was racking his brains to think of a way to cross the river, he was pacing back and forth around the river. Suddenly he realized that the river was not very wide. It was only about seven or eight meters at the narrowest point on the other side. He tried his best to look towards the other side.
He went there and saw several thick trees on the river bank. He had a flash of inspiration and immediately shouted: "Everyone gather together."
When the soldiers gathered together, Han Baihang asked: "Who has the best water quality and is sure to cross this river, I will reward you with twenty yuan."
The soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to stand up. Han Baihang asked again, but no one answered. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. Just when he was feeling depressed, Zhou Qing on the side hesitated and said: "Platoon Commander
, I have learned Qigong, maybe I can give it a try."
Han Baihang became excited. He walked over and held Zhou Qing's hand tightly, and said emotionally: "Okay, the life and death of my brothers and me will be left to you!"
Then he waved to Zhou Baocai: "Come here with the reward!"
But Zhou Qing refused to accept it and said: "Platoon leader, please wait until I cross the river before rewarding me. If I don't come back, please donate the money to the Shaolin Temple."
Han Baihang felt his eyes were a little sore, and said: "Don't say discouragement, this reward is waiting for you!"
Then he asked the soldiers to collect all the ropes and rejoin them into a rope more than ten meters long. One end was connected to a willow tree about one foot high, and the other end was tied around Zhou Qing's waist. He took off the rope.
Clothes, he plunged into the water. After a few seconds, his head emerged, but he had been washed three meters downstream. He swam hard to the other side and gradually disappeared into the darkness.
Han Baihang stared at the rope without blinking. If the rope suddenly straightened, it meant that Zhou Qing had failed to cross the river. He would pull him back immediately, but after waiting for three minutes, the rope was still soft. He couldn't bear it.
I couldn't help but wonder, maybe the strong current broke the rope.
After a few more minutes, there was still no movement on the rope. Han Baihang's heart sank slightly and he ordered: "Pull the rope quickly."
Just as the soldiers were struggling to pull the rope back, Zhou Qing's cry suddenly came from the other side: "Platoon leader, I'm swimming over."
The officers and soldiers cheered for a while. Han Baihang was overjoyed and shouted: "Zhou Qing, tie the rope to a lower tree. When you are done, tell me and start crossing the river."
Zhou Qing did as he was told, found a big strong tree bolt, tied it with a dead knot, made the entire rope slide down, and shouted: "Okay."
Han Baihang tested the strength of the rope and felt satisfied, so he asked the soldiers to start ziplining across the river. First, Zhou Baocai took the lead. After all, he was a veteran of the Third Division. Zhou Baocai was not ambiguous. He threw his rifle behind his back and spit in his hands.
, grabbed the rope and swung his body, crossing his legs around his body, then holding the rope with both hands, he quickly slipped towards the other side using his hands and feet, and successfully crossed the river.
"I'm coming!" Zhou Baocai shouted from the other side. The soldiers cheered and began to cross the river one after another. However, considering the strength of the rope, Han Baihang only asked the soldiers to climb one by one and cross the river at a slower speed.
There were only five or six soldiers left, and He Li said to Han Baihang: "Platoon leader, you cross the river first, and I will take the rear."
Han Baihang shook his head and said: "You and your brothers should go through first. You know that I will lead the troops. Those who attack will be first, and those who retreat will be behind!"
Seeing Han Baihang's resolute attitude, He Li couldn't persuade him, so he had to let the soldiers cross first, and he was the second to last one. When it was Han Baihang's turn to be the last to cross the river, the pursuers happened to arrive again, and random shots rang out behind him, and bullets whizzed.
The soldiers on the other side of the river were so anxious that they shouted: "Quickly cross the river, Platoon Commander!"
Han Baihang calmly climbed up the tree nimbly, folded the belt twice as a zipline, jerked his legs, and with a "hi" in his mouth, he quickly slid across the river and landed steadily on the ground.
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The officers and soldiers couldn't help but cheer loudly. Han Baihang wrapped his belt back around his waist and ordered: "Cut the rope, let's go!"