"Three guards, please stay. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Lin Yunyu, who was standing at the gate of the camp, suddenly said, "Since you are here, please come into the camp and sit down." ”

A glimmer of light flashed in everyone's hearts, and Ma Decao immediately put on a smiling face and walked over: "Company Commander Lin, long time no see, brother, everything is okay?" ”

"How many people have you taken down, and what do you need?"

Lin Yunyu didn't have time to play Tai Chi with Ma Decao, so he asked directly.

There is a door!

Everyone was overjoyed, and Ma Decao pondered and said: "At present, 671 people have been withdrawn, and there should be brothers coming over one after another; Blankets, military pots, marching tents, almost all lost, 153 guns less; Last night, Nie Fentong ordered to travel lightly and go to Anzhou to replenish, but now Nie Fentong is missing, and everyone has become a child without a father and mother, and no one cares. ”

Speaking of this, Ma Decao and the others blushed a little.

When the Feng army left the city last night, there were still more than 900 infantry cavalry and more than 300 artillery troops, but only half of them have been collected now.

I don't know how many brothers died tragically under the guns of the Japanese army last night!

"This battle was really aggrieved, and the brothers were also desperate, but not only did they suffer heavy casualties, but they were also beaten back again and again; Yang Guerrilla was also killed in the retreat with the corpse of Zuojunmen on his back, and after the Japanese army occupying Beicheng withdrew, the brothers searched in the dark and did not find it; This battle can't be compared to Dongxian Ridge! ”

Zhou Zhongsheng was a Ludong man, and he burst into tears when he said it.

"There is also Ye Zhichao, who deliberately did not give us food, just to force us to make trouble, so as to blame us for the loss of the northern front and the death of the left army gate; But which of the brothers is not fighting with their lives! ”

Liu Changming, the captain of the Jingbian pro-army artillery team, was also killed in the city, and the assistant Xiao Tianrui roared with anger in his eyes.

As he spoke, half of the Feng soldiers had become tearful and angry.

"Blankets, military pots, I will make up for you, and the food will prepare five days' rations for you, enough for you to return to Yiju; As for guns and ammunition, since you go back, we don't need to ration them, and we still have to use them to fight the Japanese army. ”

This result obviously surprised everyone in Fengjun, and they were all overjoyed.

"You still want to fight the Japanese army?"

Liu Guangyan asked in surprise.

Lin Yunyu said in an unquestionable tone: "Otherwise, why would we come to North Korea?" ”

"Shhhh

The soldiers all gasped.

Ma Decao seemed to have an understanding and asked tentatively, "What about Camp Commander He?" ”

Lin Yunyu's eyes looked south, and he said quietly: "In Pyongyang." ”

"Pyongyang!"

Zhou Zhongsheng exclaimed.

All the Feng soldiers were stunned for a moment, and they couldn't help but look up at the southern sky with wide eyes.

Three points of shock, four points of admiration, and two points of shame and a trace of confusion.

Jinmen, Zhili Governor's Yamen.

With 30,000 or 40,000 people, the Japanese led the army to fight hard for five days and nights, ran out of food, and withdrew from Pyongyang; If you want to preserve your military strength, you must first be proud of your soldiers, and compete with the Japanese in the future! ”

Zhang Peilun put down the telegram from Anzhou with a bitter face, his head was dizzy, and now he felt that he hadn't woken up early.

Is this a dream?

Yesterday morning, the Japanese began to attack Pyongyang, and after only one day's work, the city fell today, and all the princes fled to Anju, a hundred miles away.

And Zuo Guigui actually died in battle!

These commanders, these tens of thousands of elite soldiers, these fast guns and foreign artillery, are they all muddy decorations?

When did the Orient, a small projectile country, become so sharp!

Li Hongzhang sat silently on the Taishi chair, with a blank face.

Zhang Peilun was horrified to find that at some point, Lord Zhongtang was already old.

The appearance of the old dragon clock, the face full of age spots and wrinkles like the bark of an old tree.

If the middle hall falls, who will I rely on in the future?

Zhang Peilun's heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and he was almost out of breath in pain.

It was quiet in the signing room, and it was also quiet in the courtyard outside, and everything seemed to solidify.

Time is passing by little by little.

"Nakato—"

Zhang Peilun knew that now was not the time to sigh and hurt his soul, so he endured the panic in his heart and said: "Ansu and Ansu are now concentrated with tens of thousands of troops, the two cities are small, and there is no danger around; The soldiers lacked food and food, and once they were surrounded by the Japanese followers, it would be a great disaster. ”

"Let them ——, withdraw; Beijing—"

Li Hongzhang's old voice was full of haggard and disappointed: "Sacrifice prisoners, it's time to start, right?" ”

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!" ——

With the explosion of the salute, a group of obscure Japanese soldiers slowly walked through the Tiananlou Gate under the grip of two rows of Beitang cavalry riding tall horses.

In the huge square, it was densely packed with the people of Jingshi, and everyone was excited.

Such a long face, a grand event with prestige and outside, is really unprecedented since ancient times!

It's definitely worth showing off for years.

Above the gate of Tiananlou.

Emperor Guangxu stood tall in the middle of the city tower, and the bright yellow color of his body was scorching in the sun, which made people feel admiration and fear.

This is the entire Qing Dynasty, with a territory of nearly 400 million people, this huge empire, unique supreme power!

"Hooray!"

The cavalrymen escorting the captives, led by the chief soldier Wu Yuren, chanted 'Long live'.

"Hooray, hooray!"

Immediately, the people in the entire square were shouting loudly, like crazy.

Standing in the center of the gatehouse, Guangxu looked at the group of Japanese prisoners in black uniforms, black hats and white pants below, and listened to the chanting of the mountains in his ears, an extremely mysterious and beautiful emotion, surging in his chest.

It made him uncontrollable.

This is my country, my people, whoever dares to offend my Qing Dynasty, no matter how far away, will be punished!

Let these foreigners know that our millions of heroes in the Qing Dynasty, during which they dared to fight, and the mighty generals who were good at fighting were like carp crossing the river.

Now is no longer the era of the first emperor.

You have foreign ships, and we also have Beiyang naval divisions in the Qing Dynasty, and there are invincible ironclad ships.

You all have rifles, cannons, and our Ordnance Bureau's fast guns are also sharp weapons to kill the enemy, and we also have our own cannons, gunpowder, and bullets.

I am a great Qing country, where is it worse than you!

Guangxu looked up at the sky.

The ancestors and the ancestors are above, I love Xinjueluo Zaiyan, Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dezong, swear to the sky that we must restore the glory of the prosperous Kangqian era and the coming of all countries.

A crystal tear slipped from the corner of Emperor Guangxu's eyes and dripped down his face.

"Sister, the emperor is crying."

Standing at the back of the steps, Concubine Zhen and her sister Concubine Jin, who had been allowed to 'peek', whispered.

"Shhhh

Concubine Jin looked at Emperor Guangxu who was standing on the city tower in front of her with complicated eyes.

If it weren't for my sister's face today, I wouldn't have gotten permission to come here to 'peek'.

Since entering the palace five years, the emperor has pampered himself many times, and he can count it with both palms.

It's my sister, although I am very favored by the emperor, but once my sister said that she showed her mouth, in the past five years, in addition to the freshness of the first year, the emperor asked her a few more times, and in the past two years, she has often only done it once in two or three months.

The rest of the time, it's more about playing, playing chess, and talking.

Poor who can know that he and his sister, in this twenty-one or eighteen-year-old flowery and moon-like beauty, the emptiness, loneliness, and coldness of the spring lock courtyard?