"Qi Xieyuan telegraphed: Wang Pu of Anhui arrived in Guangde at three o'clock in the morning on September 3rd..."
"Commander, all the troops and horses on the front line of Anting and Liuhe are in place."
"Where is Yixing? Why is there no movement in Yixing until now!" Han Baihang stared at the front line of Yixing, Kunshan, wishing he could burn a hole. There are too many mountain roads, and cars are obviously not suitable. It is too slow to use a mule-drawn cannon.
Arriving in one day and one night was really difficult. Han Baihang didn't know it, but with all three armies ready, how could he make a mistake on this journey? This military order cannot be changed after all.
Gao Hongyi and the other three looked at each other, and finally Gao Hongyi stood up and said: "Commander, Yixing is more than 130 miles away from Kunshan, and Chen Tiaoyuan's brigade is carrying heavy weapons. This day and night..., this,
This always takes some time." Although Han Baihang usually spoke casually, before the battle, as a subordinate, Gao Hongyi did not dare to refute Han Baihang's military orders.
Han Baihang's expression was calm. He just glanced at the Japanese watch on his wrist that was seized from the Northeast. The hands of the watch pointed to seven twenty-two. Han Baihang's voice was as cold as a frost knife and he said: "Nine o'clock.
If there is no news that Chen Tiaoyuan has arrived in Yixing, call Fushuai to hand Chen Tiaoyuan over to the Military Justice Department!"
"Yes!" Gao Hongyi touched his feet and took a step forward to take the order.
"Brother, let's eat something!" The little girl Liu Xiaoya brought a tray with seven or eight bowls of hot rice noodles. Han Baihang, Gao Hongyi and others had been staying up all day and night in the telegraph room.
Han Baihang touched his belly, took the rice noodles from the little girl, and said, "Brother Gao, you all should eat some too. When the war breaks out, you may not know when the next meal will be." Han Baihang sat down.
Next to the map, he picked up a mouthful of rice noodles, blew on it, and started eating it. Liu Xiaoya smiled when he saw it. This general, when he ate, was no different from the hungry men in the village.
"Didi..." The voice of the telegraph machine rang again. Shitou choked on a mouthful of rice noodles and coughed, which almost came out of his nose. He put down the bowl and went over to collect the telegram. The eyes of everyone in the room were like awls.
directed him.
Shitou glanced at Han Baihang, who was holding the bowl and looking straight at him, his lips pursed tightly.
Shitou quickly glanced at the telegram in his hand, and finally found the key words. He raised his head excitedly and shouted: "Here it is, here it is! Chen Tiaoyuan has arrived in Yixing!"
Han Baihang put the bowl on the table and straightened his back. Although his face was still calm, the brilliance in his eyes betrayed him. After many years of service in the army, this was the first time Han Baihang had commanded such a huge war. He calmed down a little.
Han Baihang said with a solemn expression: "Order!"
The officers and soldiers in the room all stood at attention.
"Electricize the power to comfort the commander, please order the war!" Han Baihang said every word, filled with murderous intent.
The tourists on the deck had been cleared, and Han Baihang, accompanied by Gao Hongyi, boarded it. Han Baihang, who had been in the cabin for several days, took a deep breath of fresh air. Along the way, two rows of soldiers saluted, and Han Baihang's eyes
But he never left the shadowy and vague outline of Shanghai for a moment.
"What does that outline look like?" Han Baihang suddenly said to Liu Xiaoya beside him.
"What does it look like..." Liu Xiaoya repeated in confusion, looking left and right, and finally pouting, looking up at Han Baihang and saying, "I can't tell."
"Shanghai, that's a man-eating monster..."
Liu Xiaoya tilted her head after hearing this, wondering what Han Baihang meant.
"No way!" the little girl said innocently: "People think that Shanghai is an amazing place. The people there wear gold and silver, and the food they eat is all big banquets!"
Han Baihang just smiled and said: "...Look, this ten-mile foreign trade has killed countless heroes and housed many destitute people."
Han Baihang's words were a bit strange. Not to mention the little girl who had just arrived, even Gao Hongyi and others didn't know why Han Baihang was so emotional. It seemed to have nothing to do with the current war.
"Report!" The soldier rushed up and said: "A call from Nanjing!"
"read!"
"At eight o'clock in the morning on September 3, the 13th year of the Republic of China, a full-scale war broke out in Guangde, Yixing, Anting, and Liuhe. The commander-in-chief determined to attack with heavy troops between Anting and Nanxiang within three days.
Destroy Jiading and Anninghu, and then turn to Zhejiang..."
"This Qi Xieyuan is not stupid at all..." Gao Hongyi said with a smile: "This is three falsehoods and one reality. The battle seems to be spread out in a big way, with Guangde, Yixing, Jiading, and Songhu blooming everywhere. In fact, Guangde and Yixing are no better than each other.
The purpose of a brigade’s strength is to contain and disperse Lu Yongxiang’s insufficient troops and horses..."
Han Baihang nodded and said, "Keep talking!"
"Ma Yuren on the Songhu front line is said to be a division, but in fact he has lost his most capable artillery regiment, and will probably feint attack on the Liuhe front line to contain the enemy. And the stage set up by so many people is not just for
Give Qi Xieyuan's direct ace 19th Division a stage to perform. A reorganized division and an artillery regiment stormed Anting in Jiading. I'm afraid Lu Yongxiang will have a hard time." Gao Hongyi was in high spirits, but Han Baihang was silent.
"Teacher, did you say that you are humble?" Gao Hongyi observed his words and saw that Teacher Han seemed not satisfied with his answer.
"What Brother Gao said is just Qi Xieyuan's subjective wish. Could it be that Lu Yongxiang would comply with his wishes?" Han Baihang said solemnly: "If I were Lu Yongxiang, I would have refused to fight at the stronghold in the deep ditch of Anting, and then
Attack heavily on the front line in Yixing..."
Han Baihang snorted coldly and continued: "There are no heavy troops outside Yixing. Lu Yongxiang can turn from defense to attack and take Nanjing. At that time, Qi Xieyuan can still care about Shanghai? If he is more stupid, he might even attack Gong Bangduo
The 19th Division was transferred back to Nanjing for rescue. By then the men and horses stationed in Shanghai would pursue them, and Jiangsu’s surname would be Lu!”
"What a way to surround Wei and rescue Zhao!" Gao Hongyi understood immediately after hearing this. In fact, Han Baihang's idea was the same as Qi Xieyuan's, which was a tactic of breaking attacks. However, the same tactics obviously had different effects when used in the hands of different people.
Gao Hongyi said with a smile: "Lao Qi should really pray to heaven, his opponent is not you, teacher."
Han Baihang waved his hand and said: "Call Fushuai and ask for additional troops on the Yixing front line. They need to be strictly guarded to prevent heavy troops from Zhejiang and Lu from pressing on the border."
"yes!"
At ten o'clock in the morning, two hours after the Jiangnan War had begun, Han Baihang finally set foot on Shanghai.
Before entering Hong Kong, everyone put on the suits that had been prepared for them. Liu Xiaoya wore a blue top and a pure white skirt. She really looked like a student.
Shitou hired two rickshaws, Han Baihang and Liu Xiaoya each took one, and everyone followed and left the dock.
"Where are you going, sir?" the rickshaw driver asked Shitou. Shitou said coldly: "Public concession, 31-11 Museum Road, Yang Mansion."
When the coachman heard Yang Mansion's name, he was stunned and turned around to glance at Han Baihang, who was wearing a light blue suit and a pure black hat, covering most of his face.
These little tricks of the coachman could not be concealed from Shi Shi. Shi Shi glared and said, "What are you looking at? Are you going or not?"
"Go, of course, sit down, sir!" the coachman yelled and ran away. Han Baihang didn't answer, as if he was asleep. On the contrary, the little girl sat curiously in the car and didn't behave for a moment.