Fujimoto quickened his pace, trying to break through the death zone quickly.

"Bang!" A shot was insignificant in the roar of mortars and grenadiers, and a 7.92 mm standard rifle bullet was driven into Captain Fujimoto's neck, and a large hole was pierced in his neck, air poured through the exposed veins, and blood bubbled from the wound.

Fujimoto clutched his neck, his eyes bulging and almost jumping out of his sockets, and then he fell to the ground with a heavy fall. At the last moment of his life, he felt hungry??? If you can eat a full meal and then die, how happy it would be!

One of the sharpshooters of the advance army stood up proudly from the grass and stroked the six-fold scope lovingly, the muzzle of which still had curling smoke. A sniper rifle is a sniper's most difficult lover to part with.

"Boom!" A loud bang came from behind Zhang Shuyang, and a 75-millimeter caliber shell accurately smashed into the mortar position, two mortars were blown up, and the bones of the artillerymen were gone.

"Boom!" Another shell landed next to a roaring machine gun, and Makqin was blown into the air, and the parts were torn apart and flew towards the surrounding advance soldiers, killing the shooter and the assistant shooter on the spot, and wounding four others.

Zhang Shuyang was shocked and annoyed, the artillery of the army was really accurate!

"The whole army assaulted, the first and third companies outflanked from both flanks, and the second company attacked head-on!" Zhang Shuyang rushed out first, he bit the saber in his mouth, took off the Hanfeng I short rifle and charged at the Yue army who couldn't lift his head after being blown up.

A distance of four hundred meters is enough for a war horse to breathe twice. The cavalry burst to a distance of one hundred and fifty meters from the army and fired a volley of bullets. Without hesitation, they retreated to both sides, and then the cavalry of the second platoon arrived, and also killed and wounded part of the Japanese army with bullets, and then also drew gourds and withdrew from the battle from both sides. A company of cavalry went on and on, and the high-speed running war horses became targets that he could not aim. The army was hit by the abundant number of grenadiers of the forward battalion, and its vision was obscured by dust and smoke columns, and it almost became a live target.

The 1st and 3rd companies, under the cover of grenadiers and machine guns, quickly approached the Japanese army, and after firing a round of bullets, they hung their short rifles on their bodies, drew their sabers, and squeezed the horsepower of their legs and spurs to the limit, and swept into the straggler line of the Japanese army like a violent wind.

Although the speed of the Mongolian horse is not very fast, compared to the infantry, the kung fu saber has already appeared in front of you in the blink of an eye. The first and third companies advanced from both sides, and the soldiers slashed left and right as if they were in a no-man's land. Once the cavalry broke through into the camp, it was no different from the liger entering the flock. Blood splattered everywhere, and the sound of the saber slashing against the bones in the neck was bone-chilling. Although the Fujimoto squadron has been trained for a long time, it is only a local garrison after all, not the elite of the army, and just now it was blown up by dozens of grenadiers at a high speed of twenty rounds per minute for a long time, and almost everyone was blinded by the smoke of turned up dirt and gunpowder, and the cavalry of the advance army was just a confused black shadow in their eyes. And as soon as the white light in the black shadow's hand flashed, their heads and necks were about to be separated.

The cavalry rushed out of the battle column of the Yue army, and then turned around the horse's head to kill it again, chopping melons and chopping vegetables, and beheading all the recalcitrant Yue troops. Some soldiers with superb riding skills simply didn't even bother to use their sabers, and directly pulled the reins, and the front hooves of the war horses were raised high, directly trampling the soldiers to death.

The cavalrymen with grenadiers jumped off their horses, half-crouched on the ground, and set the grenadiers directly on their knees, and the co-shooters loaded the grenades, and the fifteen grenadiers simultaneously threw one grenade after another at a rate of 20 rounds per minute at the machine gun and artillery positions of the Japanese army.

Although the power of the grenade was not enough to blow up the mountain cannon directly, the gunner was killed, and the machine gunner died even more simply, he was hit in the head by a grenade falling from the sky, and his brain burst to death. The attack of dozens of grenades finally triggered a martyrdom, and the shells of the two boxes of mountain guns exploded one after another, turning the two shivering artillerymen hiding in the crater into gas.

The red blood was sprinkled on the black soil, and it was quickly absorbed, and almost all of the corpses of the soldiers were headless, and the rise of the forward battalion killed felt that killing people with guns was not enjoyable, and even the person who had been killed by the explosion, they did not forget to cut off their heads with another knife. The attempt to escape was apparently in vain, and in an open area, where two legs were no match for four legs, the forward battalion caught up with the fleeing soldiers one by one from behind, and ended their pitiful lives with their sabers.

In this battle, the forward battalion of the advance army of the expedition to Mongolia lost 15 people, 32 wounded, 45 horses, 2 mortars, and a Makqin machine gun, and completely annihilated 213 people of the Fujimoto squadron of the army, and no prisoners were taken.

"Leave ten people to take care of the wounded, and the others will follow me!" Zhang Shuyang didn't dare to make the slightest pause, and he didn't even have time to cheer for the victory.

The soldiers of the forward battalion fired their guns into the air to celebrate the victory of the first battle, and then urged their horses to roar forward, and he had only one task, to catch up with the Japanese army before entering the mountain road, and to open a gap for the main force to pass.

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The war room of the Anhui Military Advisory Office was crowded, and the staff officers and adjutants were busy kicking the back of the head, and the telegrams sent back from the front were translated as quickly as possible and sent here for summarization.

The news of the army's attack on Mukden was sent by wireless telegraph to the surrounding prefectures and counties, and then by cable telegraph throughout China, and even diplomats in Washington, Paris, London, Vienna, and St. Petersburg across the ocean also received the news. Newspapers from all over the world unanimously condemned his atrocities, but only the black-and-white propaganda of the "Shuncheon Times" that he ran was that the soldiers of the Chinese patrol battalion attacked the staff of the South Manchurian Railway.

It was noon, but no one was eating in the Military Advisory Mansion, and everyone looked solemn and serious, even Lu Kai, who had always been surnamed Ge Lazy, and He Tianshou, who was very arrogant, had a heavy face.

"You can't transport troops by sea, and if you are attacked by yourself, the loss will be great!"

"But how long does it take to travel by land? A month or twenty days? Can Kwong Haishan wait that long? ”

"The advance army is only 6,000 people, but I am more than 30,000, if the reinforcements can't arrive in time, Kuang Haishan will be in danger!"

Since the Wuhu Uprising against the Qing Dynasty, the Jianghuai Army has fought the patrol battalion of the Qing army, the bandits of Zhang Huitao and Xu Baoshan of the Huaishang Army, the Jiangfang battalion of Zhang Xun, the Jiangxi army of Huang Huanzhang, and the horse bandits of Wutai. In the Russo-Japanese War, the army made a name for itself as a yellow race, which shook the world.

The aftermath of the Xinminfu bombing has gradually dissipated, and it has become a confused account that no one can tell, and China and Russia will not admit that they did it, and the international investigation team will at most come up with an ambiguous conclusion, and then the ministers of the great powers will begin to make peace with each other. Maintaining the status quo in Manchuria was almost the consensus of the great powers, including Ben and Russia. But unexpectedly, the war suddenly broke out in Mukden, which surprised everyone, including Chai Dongliang himself.

But he had to put on a calm appearance, so that his subordinates thought that he was confident, he had to be calm, let alone panic, otherwise the negative emotions would spread and the situation would become more difficult to control.

Chai Dongliang hates himself very much, this is almost the ordinary attitude of Chinese, except for Mr. Sora Aoi, there are few people who he does not hate. But he does not make impulsive decisions because of his personal feelings, just as he is very disgusted with the Russians, but this does not prevent him from making deals with the Russian consul in Kulen, Shi Shlemafo, and the Russian monk Rasputin.

Chai Dongliang didn't want to fight, at least not now, but he himself had already started, Fengtian was basically occupied by the army, they had begun to expand the scale of the war, and the army in Changchun and other places also began to move. And at this moment, the only legitimate political axe that can represent China has not reacted in the slightest, not even a statement of condemnation. This made Chai Dongliang even more hopeless about Beiyang, this group has inevitably rotted like the once dominant Hunan Army and Huai Army, like all interest groups.

The governors of the southern provinces were also silenced at the same time. They had never had any affection for the Manchu and Mongolian regions, and when they began their anti-Qing uprising, they advocated the establishment of a purely Han state in the eighteen provinces. They were even waiting to see the jokes of Yanjing's temporary political axe and Yuan Shikai, whether Beiyang sent troops or not, it could be an excuse to attack Yuan Shikai. The general election is imminent, and the Senate and the House of Representatives have overwhelmed Beiyang and wrested back the lost power from Yuan Shikai, which is what they really care about.

Mongolia, Manchuria, to them, seemed as far away as the moon.

The invasion of Mukden and the fighting of the Jianghuai army in Manchuria only aroused indignation among the people, with student demonstrations and merchant strikes to protest against his own aggression, while those who were high in the temple seemed to have become mute at the same time.

There was the sound of footsteps in the hallway, it was the sound of Chai Dongliang's leather boots stepping on the floor. When he walked into the war room, everyone wanted to see something on his face. When they saw him full of spring breeze, everyone's hearts were a little relieved.

"Aren't you hungry? I'm so hungry that I'll tell the small kitchen to make a few good dishes, and the big pot dishes without oil and salt will be free, and I'll pay out of my own pocket to treat you boys to a good meal! Chai Dongliang said with a smile.

Seeing his relaxed face, everyone felt that the air was not so dull.

(To be continued)