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"Wolf cubs, you fucking finally come in." Qiu Yuancai lowered his voice, cursed viciously, and raised his right hand slightly, as if he was afraid of being scared away, and was about to walk into the valley under his feet.

In fact, Qiu Yuancai would never know who Morsey was, but he knew that among the hundreds of cavalrymen who were hugging each other, there could be four or five guys holding binoculars and riding leisurely on horses like a tour, and this must be the heart of the Tsarist ghosts.

He bit his lip tightly, his eyes were on fire, and he couldn't help but feel some chagrin in his heart when he saw that he could reach the prey that he could get his hands on soon. Damn, for you wolf cubs, Lao Tzu's more than 3,000 elite cavalry have become goddamn creepers, and they have been working hard in the wind and rain for more than a day, and you are fucking free. As soon as this battle starts, Lao Tzu will skin you all alive one by one, and he won't feel enjoyable.

Qiu Yuancai's hand was held high, and on his left rear side, the four trumpeters had already put the golden military horn in their mouths, holding their breath, waiting for the division commander's hand to move, and immediately blew the general attack horn. And in a jungle on his right rear, more than 20 grenadiers of the division's artillery battalion had also already been demarcated, waiting for the final order.

Riding on his horse and enjoying the cool breeze blowing in the valley, Lieutenant Colonel Morsey reveled. After reciting his masterpiece from his first visit, he unbuttoned his collar and looked triumphantly at his retinue to the left and right.

His entourage had heard this poem more than once or twice. However, even so, when the head of the regiment habitually slipped it out again, everyone still clapped and touted it as usual. High, really high! This is the superhuman demeanor of a handsome talent who is both civil and military. What Pushkin, he was also only worthy of polishing the riding boots of the regimental commander. They had never read any of Pushkin's poems, and if they hadn't heard the head of the regiment talk about it before, many people would have thought that this guy who was always angry with the head of the regiment might have known that he was an officer in the tsarist army. Of course, at that time they felt that Pushkin should at least be a colonel, otherwise it would not have caused the grumbling of the regimental commander.

Morsey grew more and more fluttering. He never imagined that he was drilling into a huge pocket that was only a few dozen yards wide and zigzag as long as **. When his left and right artillery and baggage crossed the Baifeng Pass, the beautiful phoenix-like mountain pass would be closed, and the pursuit he could enjoy now might be the last rare opportunity in his life.

"Give Lao Tzu a whole to death!" Qiu Yuancai's right arm finally slammed downward, gritted his teeth and roared. Unlike other generals, he likes to say that "beating" is "rectification", and it seems that only in this way can he relieve his anger.

With this roar of his, the chief of staff had already raised the short gun in the air in his hand, and "pop, pop, pop" fired three shots in a row.

The roaring sound of military trumpets rose to the sky and resounded through the valley.

......The chirping of the grenadiers echoed in the valley, and the two dozen cannonballs that emitted the two dozen shells carried the characteristic poignant chant, drawing more than two dozen beautiful trajectories, and finally, high in the air, as if they had eyes, they rushed straight up and down into the Russian cavalry group in the valley.

"Boom ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Bursts of shells and grenades exploded and roared, and the dense gunfire like popping beans turned Tianfu Mountain, which was a quiet place known as the best place for monks to maintain health, into a churning landslide. Suddenly there were patches of smoke, gravel, dust, and human limbs flying all over the sky, and the sky seemed to have collapsed.

At the roar of the first cannonballs coming from the sky, Lieutenant Colonel Morsey first flew high on horseback, and then was thrown two feet away. However, it was only a little more than half of his body that fell to the ground, and his two thighs, one of which was missing, and the other hung on the branch of a soaphorn tree, swaying in the wind.

At this time, the Baifeng Pass, where the Tsarist Russian defenders had just passed through Guò, was quickly shut down by the Red Army of the Celestial Empire rushing out of the slopes on both sides.

The 2nd Regiment of the 3rd Red Division was tasked with blocking the head, and the 1st Battalion of the main force was ambushed in Xizicheng in the north.

"Xizicheng is a very interesting place, the village is surrounded by mountains, like a city wall arching the whole village, so the village looks like a natural city, according to the local people, there is a 'natural city surrounded by mountains'. The task of our regiment was to cut off the head of the snake, and our battalion lay in ambush on the mountain beam from the west to the west and southeast of the city and on the opposite side of the road. In the distance, a flag of the Tsarist ghost appeared, getting closer and closer, and the three colors of white, blue and red on the flag could be clearly seen. The swaggering Tsarist ghosts may have gone hot, and they all have all kinds of postures with open necklines and spears on their backs, in short, they don't look like they are fighting. We stood on the west side of the hill near the main road down the mountain, and when we saw that the avant-garde of the Tsarist ghosts did not take the right path, but turned westward, slipping under our noses towards the village, the brothers seemed to be a little breathless. There was no way not to hurry, because there were no of our troops on the hill east of the village. ”

This is the diary of Ma Yingbo, who was the commander of the first battalion and one company of the second regiment of the third red division at the time.

However, until this time, the signal for an attack had not been issued. I whispered to the deputy company commander to wait for the attack order, and he led a platoon and company headquarters to hold the position and complete the scheduled task, while I led two platoons to rush down the mountain, on the one hand, to occupy the eastern heights, block the retreat of the Tsarist ghosts, and on the other hand, cooperate with other companies to eliminate the enemy entering the village. But the deputy company commander firmly disagreed. Because at this time, another group of Tsarist ghosts has appeared on our western road. Yes, no wonder the deputy company commander disagreed, the regiment gave our battalion a very clear task in advance, that is, never allow the Tsarist ghosts to enter the direction of the bridgehead. Now, without orders from the battalion, no one can afford to take this responsibility if there is a loophole in the frontal blockade because we are acting on our own. However, can you watch this group of Tsarist ghosts escape like this? Of course, if they hear that the war is going on and run away, what if they attack us from behind? After all, there are at least nearly two hundred Tsarist Russians entering Xizi City......"

"The trumpet of the general assault has finally sounded. Without time to hesitate or say more, I, in my capacity as secretary of the Communist League of the Company, sternly ordered the deputy company commander to carry out my orders unconditionally and resolutely, and then rushed up the east hill from the side with two platoons. As expected, the Tsarist ghost section that had entered the village was also rushing to the east hill, trying to seize the only commanding heights that we were not stationing on, and after a brief period of panic, its main force began to pounce on our company's position along the northern slope. I immediately ordered the third platoon commander to lead his platoon around the flank of the Tsarist ghosts on the southern slope and attack them, while leaving the second platoon commander and one of his squad at the mountain pass to block the road leading to the village. Even so, when we approached the eastern mountain beam, the Tsarist ghosts had already occupied the top of the mountain one step ahead of us......"

Qiu Yuancai is now standing on the top of the mountain openly, with one foot on the rock, and his hat in his hand, revealing the bare and shiny light that he once hung before setting off from Haizhou, and now he has grown a black and dense head. Looking at the Russian ghosts in the valley who were beaten and turned on their backs and in chaos, he couldn't help but have a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Blow the trumpet, charge!" Qiu Yuancai's hand holding his hat reached forward, as if it was a heavy punch to his opponent. It's a punch, and it's a heavy punch, and if this punch continues, there will be no chance for the tsarist ghosts, who have lost their heads, to regroup.

It was like a relay, accompanied by the loud trumpet that sounded from Qiu Yuancai's side, and the trumpets on all the mountains on both sides continued.

"For the sake of the Celestial Empire, forward!" Rows and rows of tiger-like Red Army officers and men jumped out of their positions, raised their bayonets, brandished their sabers, and on the hillsides one after another, the torrent erupted like a raging torrent.

The grenades opened the way, the bayonets turned red, and pieces of sabers flew up and down. Then, the roar of the explosives died down, and the gunfire became somewhat muffled. The long valley was full of hand-to-hand combat, shouts of killing, groans of pain, and wails.

In the words of their division commander not long ago, these red warriors who had been watered by the rain and endured a long period of damp torture in the jungle, almost all of them were about to grow hair, these warriors of the Celestial Empire, who were only relying on wild vegetables and wild fruits, with their tenacious will and fearlessness of contempt, told their opponents what kind of army was a truly invincible force.

"Fuck it!" I don't know what Qiu Yuancai saw in the binoculars, he stuffed the telescope into the guard's arms, put his hat on his head, and pulled out the saber under his ribs, "Come on, dare to fuck me and hurt me, I will make him pay a hundred times the price!" Before he could finish speaking, his men had already run down the hillside......

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