Luoyang, Beijing.

"Come and buy it, tens of thousands of prizes are waiting for you. Just two coins. For two dollars, you can't buy food or drink a good meal, but you can control a lot of money. Come and buy it. Missed it. This is a lifelong regret. A man shouted loudly, but only a few people came to consult. This happened at the East Gate, and many people just came over and asked curiously.

"What is this two-color ball jackpot?" A businessman stopped and asked, a guy asked.

"This guest officer, this two-handed ball is a huge prize. That is, you spend two coins to buy a set of numbers, and if the set of numbers is the same as the result we draw in the end, you can take away the jackpot of more than 25,000 baht. One guy said. The two-color ball is borrowed from a modern practice by Firefox, but the name has also changed a bit, but the gameplay has not changed. This is also the result of Firefox's laziness.

"Hehe, what you think is beautiful, uncle, I just threw these two coins for nothing, I don't believe it, there are still such things in this world, hum. Swindler. The merchant said this.

"Oops." The firefox, who saw such a scene not far away, was stunned. Originally thought that this kind of lottery sales would be very hot,But the result is,Very deserted,This huge gap makes Firefox feel,Hard to believe.

Could it be that the people of the Eastern Han Dynasty are really so simple, they don't want to get something for nothing, but to create wealth with their own hands. That's, isn't it?

"Waiter, like, this thing. It's not good. Xiaohe saw it. This kind of thing can't be done at all. Spend two coins to buy a piece of paper. There is a symbol on it. She also thinks that no matter how you look at it, this kind of lottery ticket-like thing is deceiving.

"Not good, you know what? It's a pie-in-the-sky thing, and you don't believe it. It's really, hard to believe what your heads think. Firefox said angrily.

The sales of lottery tickets are even worse than Firefox thought. It's been a day. It also sells more than a dozen, relying on more than a dozen lottery tickets to raise more money, and there is no door, this kind of thing can't be done at all.

"If this continues, we can just close the door." Firefox said. Firefox feels that lottery tickets don't seem to work here because they won't buy them at all, and in fact, it involves a question of purchasing power. Two five-baht coins are still relatively large for these people, and at least they will form a large fortune, so let them buy a paper ticket. Then tell him that he claims to be able to get more money, not a scammer.

"Otherwise, let's give up. Attendant. Xiaohe reluctantly persuaded.

"Give up, just kidding, it's a great lottery business, one of the most lucrative in the world. Give up, is it possible? Firefox asked. Firefox began to think about some questions, that is, how to make this situation better, for example, where to raise more money, and how to solve this fund, it depends on how he treats it.

"Perhaps, the name should be changed, and it should be called the Royal Lotto. Think about it, this is so magnificent, and, when you hear it, it is something that the royal family wants to do, so that the people who buy it feel very face-saving, think about it, this is a big lotto issued by the emperor. Well. It must be so, the name, Royal Lotto. Firefox thought about it and decided. Xiaohe looked at the fire fox strangely, this is really a strange guy.

Fifteen miles north of the Li family's orchard. Jian Shuo's command tent was set up here, because all the surrounding villages were burned down. They can only live in tents. They've been here for two days. For two days, they didn't even move forward. This was a big surprise to Jian Shuo.

"Offense. Immediately launch an offensive and do whatever it takes to open the passage to Handan in the south. Jian Shuo gave a strong order.

"But General. Our troops suffered heavy casualties and could not fight again. Sima persuaded. Their situation is indeed very bad, in the direction of the Li family's orchard, they have launched thirty-one group charges in a row, and the number of people participating in the battle each time is about 1,000, and there is a small hill, which is actually a dirt bag. The army could not spread any more troops, it was such a dirt bag, they launched thirty-one attacks, but they still could not open the passage to the south, on the contrary, they also paid more than 1,500 casualties, more than 700 killed, and the rest were wounded. And this injury, many of which are traumatic wounds, two days. Some people's wounds have become suppurated and infected. Only amputation may save a life, but I am afraid that there will be an even greater danger of life.

"Can't stop, keep going on the offensive, keep going on the offensive." Jian Shuo forcibly ordered.

"General, you can't attack anymore. In Shangguan, Shangpu and other places, there are red turban bandit army, the strength of the thief army continues to gather, I am afraid that our army will fall into a heavy encirclement, our army should immediately retreat from the battle and join the army. A Sima persuaded.

"Don't say this again, this is to disturb the hearts of our army." Jian Shuo kept advising.

"General, the officers and men of our army are already very tired. At present, there is the possibility of a heavy encirclement, and our army should immediately retreat, immediately retreat. Sima persuaded hard.

"Come, drag them out, and beat them with forty sticks." Jian Shuo ordered in annoyance.

"General, no. General, no. The other Simas persuaded one after another. They hoped that Jian Shuo would listen to them, the situation was already very obvious, the Red Turban Army seemed to want to eat them, at this time they should immediately break through, once the logistics supply line was cut off, they would have nothing.

"Someone, someone. Drag it out, drag it out, hit eighty sticks, eighty sticks. Jian Shuo desperately pushed Sima out. The Simas couldn't persuade them either.

Jian Shuo originally wanted to get the military merit of rescuing Handan, but now it seems that it is a little unlikely. It was this impossibility that made him angry, he came out with His Majesty's hope, if he couldn't even do such a thing, his errand would not be able to continue.

Chen Dake didn't care what was going on in the Chinese military camp, he just felt very scared, and he became more and more timid. There are many others like him.

"Damn, don't get hurt." Chen scolded loudly. Then he curled up in a ditch, waiting for the meal to be served, and he wanted to sleep for a while, but he couldn't, and last night, he couldn't. I don't know if it's because the weather is too cold or something else, but in short, he feels that this kind of thing is unbearable for him.

"Ahh Help me. Save my life. The screams of the wounded soldiers kept coming. Hear here. Chen Da couldn't sleep even more. This kind of thing is terrible.

The situation of the wounded soldiers is the most terrible, because more than 80 percent of the wounded soldiers cannot be healed, and in fact, the number is even higher than they expected, because their medical care is very limited, and in such a situation, many things cannot be done.

This war was fought for a long time and was so cruel that even the emperor's pro-army like the Xiyuan New Army was afraid. They are especially afraid of getting hurt because they can't survive at all.

The Red Turbans used terrible muskets, and ***. There are also iron balls in it. Once it explodes, it will splash everywhere, people around it will be affected, and there are some clay pots, which will blow up some filthy stuff, feces and whatever, and after the explosion, it will splash on the wounds of their soldiers, and the situation will be even worse, they don't know what the wound infection is, but they know that such an explosion will accelerate their chances of death. Weapons can cause a lot of traumatic wounds, and the appearance of these wounds has caused them a lot of trouble, especially those wounds, which can't explode at all, and the wounds are very large. Blood kept pouring out. And the flying things, they don't know how to deal with them, it's even more terrifying than digging up the arrows. Those medical workers can only hold knives and look in the flesh, otherwise, if they are placed inside, they will decay faster, and then they will still die after being tortured, and the sound of searching for bullets in the wounds makes them feel like they are searching for their own bodies. That situation was worse than killing them, and it was the wailing of the wounded soldiers, which greatly destroyed the possibility of them continuing to fight, and this situation would continue to happen, and there was no possibility of stopping, in the face of such a situation. Everybody was horrified. But they didn't dare to continue to oppose it.

And damn barbed wire. There are many people who cut holes. The last thing they want to get near is those things. It doesn't look like anything, but you just can't get past it. The more you struggle, the worse it gets, and a lot of people hang on it and become targets. When attacking, two shields must also be held, and one shield can sometimes be pierced. It's all potholed. It was not convenient to move at all, they finally approached, and then they were blown up by the flying ** bag. There is simply no way to go on such a battle.

"Boom. Rumble. Rumble. The rumbling explosion in the distance made the officers and soldiers tremble. Their hearts trembled.

On the position of the 323rd Regiment, their regiment now has only more than 300 people. Arquebuses were also largely scrapped. After a long shooting, three were blown up, and the rest did not dare to be used, they needed to be put in water for adequate cooling before they could be used. **The bag is also running out. It is estimated that it will only be able to deal with one attack.

"How?" Yang Lin patted a soldier on the shoulder and asked. His wounds were simply bandaged by the Medic, who was the busiest soldier they had here, because he solved many, many of their problems. In war, it is inevitable to get hurt, but in this era, being injured means that there is a high chance of death. Many soldiers are reluctant to choose to be injured, but for the Red Turban soldiers, they are not a terrible thing, and their medical staff will help them in time. They first rinse their wounds with bags filled with salt water, and after cleaning them, disinfect them with something like alcohol. Smell those alcohols. A lot of soldiers will go crazy. They really want to take a sip, but alas, no, that thing is to save their lives, they take a sip, many soldiers will die, just smell it. After disinfection, bandaging is performed.

"It's okay. Sir, our medical guards are all tailors, damn it, the long opening on Lao Tzu's arm was actually sealed. It's just a little scary to look at. Densely packed. The wounded soldier said.

"Your fucking life, look at the officers and soldiers on the other side, they are injured. You'll lose your life, you kid. It's good to be alive. Wait for our reinforcements to come up. You kid hurry up and go to the rear hospital to rest. Yang Lin said.

"Sir, I'm not afraid. Those officers and soldiers were scared by us. The soldier said.

"Hmm. Go back and ask your squad leader to give you credit. Yang Lin said.

"Sir, I. I'm now a platoon leader. The soldier said. Yang Lin was a little surprised, but after looking around, he understood. The veterans are all gone. All that's left is them, the recruits. These recruits are growing up far faster than he could have imagined.

"Oh. What's your name, platoon commander. Yang Lin asked.

"Yang Xiaocai, sir, from Shangyang Village." Yang Xiaocai said.

"Good. Survive. We need people like you. Yang Lin said.

"Yes. Sir. Yang Xiaocai saluted. Yang Lin continued to inspect other situations. The commander of the 323rd regiment, Yang Shu, had already died. The bones were only found with some arms and soles, and many things were mixed with the corpses of the enemy.

Yang Lin was very reluctant to recall this incident, but these things had to be written down. With an extremely heavy heart, Yang Lin opened the combat records of the 323rd Regiment, which was an important basis for their combat exploits and military history.

When the enemy attacked the 27th, there were only more than 200 people left in the 323rd Regiment at that time. As a matter of fact. They were replenished once by militia from several nearby villages. Many people do not meet the requirements, for example, only children, who are older. Fifty years old. They all came to join the Red Turban Army, they said, old. If you don't participate, you won't have a chance. In this way, 323 replenished the troops once, and it reached the scale of this time. They added a total of 479 men that time, and soon, more than half of them were gone. The casualties of the 323rd Regiment were even more costly. When there were only more than 200 people in the whole regiment, the regiment commander Yang Shu saw that the enemy was about to cross the barbed wire fence and occupy their position, and in a hurry, he rushed out with three ** bags on his back, rushed towards the crowded place, and then exploded with a huge explosion. The poplar tree was blown to pieces. Seeing that his regiment commander was so desperate, several other soldiers did the same.

Five soldiers in a row detonated the ** bag on their bodies. The situation is even crazier than they think. Only then was the attack repulsed.

But they lost a lot of people.

Writing this, the pen Yang Lin was holding couldn't hold it steadily. Yang Lin wanted to cry, but he couldn't. The battle is not over, their regiment is still there, their positions are there.

After the war, they could only collect some pieces of minced meat, and they couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or their own, and they were anxious. Some of them had to collect some of the dirt as well, for there was still the blood of their chief on the hot soil.

"Fuck." Yang Lin thought for a while and scolded.

"Our 323rd regiment must make a reputation. Let them know that our 323rd Regiment is not easy to mess with. Yang Lin made up his mind.

When Yang Shu was there, he had such an idea, he always wanted to bring out the 323rd Regiment, just like the 3rd Infantry Brigade, the story of the 3rd Brigade has been passed down from mouth to mouth among them, they believe that the 3rd Assault Infantry Brigade is the best combat unit, their 323rd Regiment should play such a prestige, and their 323rd Regiment should be incorporated into the 3rd Assault Infantry Brigade. With such a dream, Poplar made a name for himself as the 323rd Regiment. Even if they are defeated. They don't retreat, they are beaten back, they don't retreat, so to speak, they are good.

How about the thirty-one attacks of the enemy, they were not at all afraid. Fear is not the 323 regiment.

"Sir. Sir. Just when Yang Lin was about to write his battle report. A herald arrived.

"Sir, our reinforcements are up." The herald said.

"Oh. How many people did they come? Yang Lin asked excitedly, reinforcements are coming, and his soldiers can rest.

"Five thousand, more than five thousand." The herald said.

"Great. Let's go and see. Yang Lin left here with the herald.

Lao Mu personally rushed here with 5,000 reinforcements, and they wanted to stop the momentum of the new army in Xiyuan from continuing southward. Before he came, he had prepared for the worst. The Xiyuan New Army will continue to advance, but what he didn't expect is that when he came here, what he saw was that the Xiyuan New Army was actually stopped here and couldn't move, and he didn't know how those troops did this. After he saw the position, he knew. The positions were littered with disarray. The corpses were strewn all over the field, and the battle was extremely fierce, but in such a fierce battle, they even held their positions.

"Report to the chief, the acting head of the 323rd Regiment, and the chief of staff Yang Lin will report to you." Yang Lin quickly reported.

"Salute." Lao Mu saluted solemnly.

"Everyone, salute the warriors of the 323rd Regiment." Lao Mu ordered loudly. This is a heroic force.

"Whoa." The reinforcements saluted. They used their way to show their respect for this heroic unit.

"This. Sir. This. Yang Lin was a little overwhelmed.

"You are a heroic force, a respectable force." Lao Mu said.

Yang Lin saluted again. At this moment, he was proud, he felt that the poplar tree was beside him, and he smiled. Laughing happily.