Han Baihang looked at Wang Chengbin's angry look and was touched in his heart. He was the only one here who was passionate and wanted to truly serve the country. Alas, it was a pity that this was the Zhili-Fengtian War. If people like this appeared during the Anti-Japanese War
How wonderful it was on the battlefield. Although Han Baihang knew that in the subsequent anti-Japanese battlefield, whether it was the Kuomintang or the Communist Party, there were many outstanding generals like Wang Chengbin who were loyal to the generals and the country, but he was still sad that Wang Chengbin was not born at the right time.
, although Han Baihang knew that no matter what, the final outcome would not change, but as Wang Chengbin's subordinate, he still stood up slowly.
Han Baihang adjusted his military uniform, saluted Wang Chengbin, and said: "Report to the commander, Han Baihang, commander of the Third Division of the First Army, is willing to lead all the officers of the Third Division to send troops to Rehe!"
Wang Chengbin knew Han Baihang's reputation in the Zhi-Anhui War early on, but he also knew what it meant to stand up at this critical moment.
He looked at Han Baihang with some relief and gratitude, and only said one good word for a long time.
"It seems that there are men in our First Army!" Wang Chengbin walked over and patted Han Baihang's shoulder heavily, but looked straight at the other division commanders. Some of the division commanders were already so embarrassed that they could not lift their heads.
Wang Chengbin snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Han Baihang accepted the commander's order to send troops to Rehe and immediately deployed after returning to the division headquarters. He planned to send troops from Lingyuan and Chifeng areas to Rehe.
He first ordered the reconnaissance squad to dispatch to investigate the military situation in Lingyuan and Chifeng. He then secretly called two members of the hundred-man squad and ordered them to dress up like ordinary people and go to Rehe to inquire about the specific situation there.
Han Baihang asked a hundred-man team to go to Rehe, not because of the false information sent back by telegram. He had only one purpose, and that was to estimate specifically how long the garrison there could last. In other words, just to take a look.
Can the defenders of the river wait for the arrival of reinforcements?
After dispatching the scouts, Han Baihang's army advanced at full speed and headed straight for Rehe.
The whole journey from Peking to Rehe is more than 200 kilometers. Even if our troops travel all day and night, it will still take three or four days at the earliest.
Han Baihang's army set out from Lingyuan. Although the battle had not yet reached here, the area was already filled with disaster victims, villages were deserted, and people were starving to death and fleeing.
When Han Baihang saw such a scene, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart. He really agreed with that sentence - prosperity means people suffer, and death means people suffer.
When fighting a war, food must be collected. Warlords will only snatch food from the people. Once or twice is fine. But if it happens too often, the people will already be unable to make ends meet. If they resist, ordinary people will never be able to defeat these tiger and wolf soldiers. If they don't resist, they will just
You can watch the doctor's wife, children, and children starve to death, and either wait to die or flee. This has been the case since ancient times. Wherever there is war, there will be victims.
Although Han Baihang likes military affairs, he doesn't like war. Although he went to the battlefield, he was forced to do nothing. He looked at the devastation and chaos, and felt very emotional.
I am also a pawn in this troubled world, so I can only do my best.
The army advanced for a while and slowed down. Just when Han Baihang was about to dismount and ask what was going on in front, some soldiers came running back to report. It turned out that there were too many fleeing refugees, blocking the way forward for the army.
Han Baihang hurriedly rode to the front, only to see a dense mass of refugees fleeing from the direction of Jehol, swarming like locusts crossing the border. Hunger and death had made these flesh-and-blood people forget to be afraid. They had seen the army before.
I wish I could hide far away, but now, death is not death anyway. Once a person is so numb that he doesn't even care about life, there is nothing to be afraid of.
The hungry refugees didn't care whether there was an army in front of them. When they saw the ration bags on the soldiers, a few brave ones came up and tried to pull them away. When the soldiers saw that the refugees were trying to snatch their own rations, the soldier took off the gun from his back and loaded it.
He was about to shoot, but Han Baihang stopped him.
When the hungry people saw an officer coming on horseback, they quickly knelt down and bowed to Han Baihang: "Sir, please do me a favor and give him something to stutter. The child has not eaten for four or five days!" "Sir, please be merciful."
"How about you accept me and give me someone who stutters, and I will follow you to the battlefield!" "Sir, please..."
Han Baihang looked at the hungry people in front of him and couldn't help but think of the embarrassing situation he was in when he first came here. However, these people now are much more pitiful than he was then.
A little girl wearing tattered floral clothes had a sallow complexion and was lying on a tattered trolley, dying. Her lips had turned white and purple from hunger, and her arms were only as thick as chopsticks. She was about to die.
Han Baihang sighed, took out a piece of dry food from the soldier next to him, walked over and handed it into the hands of the little girl's mother. The little girl's mother thanked him profusely, knelt down and kowtowed to Han Baihang several times, and hurriedly handed the dry food to Han Baihang.
He broke it open and put it in the little girl's mouth. When other people saw that there was dry food, they had already lost their minds, and the brave ones reached out to grab it. Han Baihang pulled out his pistol, and with a bang, everyone present was stunned.
Han Baihang knew that this was not going to work. The war in Jehol was going on fiercely, and he could not be delayed on the march. There were only two choices now, either to shoot or to provide food.
Han Baihang believed that he was not a merciful person, but if he was asked to shoot the innocent refugees in front of him with a gun, he could not do it anyway and could only choose to provide food.
Han Baihang ordered each regiment to keep enough rations for three days, and the remaining dry rations were distributed to refugees fleeing famine.
Although some soldiers were dissatisfied with the division commander's orders, no one dared to show it.
So in Lingyuan, there was a touching scene. All the officers and soldiers of Han Baihang's Third Division took out their ration bags and distributed the few rations they had to the hungry people who were fleeing. This was a common practice among warlords in the Republic of China.
This has never happened before in war.
Han Baihang is not unworried. If his military rations are given to the refugees, then the food and grass in the rear must be safe. If there is another problem with the food and grass on the way, then his soldiers may go to the battlefield hungry. Thinking of this
, Han Baihang quickly ordered the communication troops to speed away in the direction of Peiping. I am afraid that his food and grass were already on the way by this time.