Wu Luzhen's eyelids jumped. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The eyelids of both eyes.

He was strange - it seemed like a hint that something was about to happen, but the Chinese often say, "The left eye jumps wealth, the right eye jumps disaster", and no one has ever said what it means for both eyes to beat at the same time. Good or bad, Wu Luzhen wanted to know an answer - no doubt it was superstition, but he did believe it, and no one explained to him the medical principles of eyelid fluttering.

He became confused. However, before he began to think, Wu Luzhen heard Lan Tianwei whisper in a voice that only they could hear: "I have a very bad feeling. ”

"You feel it too?" He turned, "My eyelids jumped." ”

Lan Tianwei nodded, then shook it again. "I just had a feeling that my eyelids weren't jumping."

"Strange ......"

"Strange." Zhang Shaozeng suddenly interjected, "My feeling is just the opposite of yours. ”

"What's going on?" All three of them were confused, and then together they set their eyes on the battlefield.

No matter what happens, good or bad, the battlefield is always the place with the highest probability of accidents. None of them, however, saw the underlying factors that could have caused the accident: there were very few Germans left, less than twenty men left who could continue to fight, and some, who were still alive, but could only lie on the ground or lean back in that position to gasp, wail, and feel the passing of life - what else could these people do?

The three commanders agreed that their enemies could now do nothing. The only exception might just be the guy who looks like a herald. Even now, he still didn't take any damage and could still run back and forth on the battlefield, as if there was an invisible force protecting him and keeping the bullets away from his body.

His situation can no longer be explained by "the accuracy of the Qing soldiers' shooting is very poor", and the reason can only be attributed to mystery and unknown. Of course, if such a force exists, and it has always protected the German soldier, then it is very likely that he will do something even more surprising, such as ......

Wu Luzhen thought about it carefully and decided that it would be difficult to give a detailed example, so he bypassed it, focused on the abstract concept, and first confirmed it without any evidence to prove the guess, and regarded it as a fact that would happen.

That herald could have caused some kind of accident.

Then he asked, "What do you think?" ”

"I don't think our conflicting feelings represent some kind of warning message." Before Lan Tianwei answered, Zhang Shao had preemptively said, "Accident." It's obviously just our speculation. ”

"Maybe you're right." Lan Tianwei hesitated—the ancient tradition led him to believe in omens, and sensations, but modern scientific ideas led him to think that they were mere superstitions, and to insist or abandon them was a matter of contradiction—but fortunately he could get around it. "Anyway, we need to end this fight immediately." He gazed with some annoyance at the soldiers who were firing at the Germans in a selfless manner. "It's been too long."

"Yes." Wu Luzhen and Zhang Shao agreed with him. It's a long time indeed. According to the original battle plan, the ambush should have ended in just ten minutes, but it had been going on for an hour. If it weren't for the sake of reducing losses, they, out of impatience and anger, would have ordered the soldiers to strike with a white blade instead of waiting for them to continue wasting bullets.

But now, it's time for the troops to strike with a white knuckle, the time is ripe, and, if it continues to drag on......

The three commanders all cast the corner of their eyes on the political envoy of Shandong on the side. The maniac, who had been overexcited, and his gang of boxers were constantly showing eagerness to make a charge, cutting off the heads of all dead and living German soldiers.

They have that intention. Before the German army entered Shanxi, the bounty for a Westerner's head had skyrocketed to five hundred taels of silver - since the Empress Dowager and the Emperor were in Taiyuan, and the army of the Western devils was about to enter the city, the miserly Shanxi landlords had to contribute to the war with a portion of their possessions - and the outlaws could do anything in the face of such a high bounty.

Thankfully, this time they couldn't have filled up with Chinese heads......

Zhang Shao had hidden his thoughts and turned to look at Wu Luzhen and Lan Tianwei. "White-knuckle assault?"

"White Blade Assault." They nodded at the same time.

The chance to end the fight cannot be given to Yuxian and his boxers. Although Zhang Shaozeng, Wu Luzhen, and Lan Tianwei didn't care about the high bounty, and their soldiers didn't have to fight for it—as long as they could win, they could still get a higher reward even if they didn't have the Germans' heads—the three didn't want to leave their opponents a chance.

Victory will only be theirs, as well as their armies.

"Order the troops, charge." Together, the three commanders gave orders to their officers.

Then the battle ended.

Almost at the same time, the battle for the main forces of the expeditionary force also ended.

Major Schellner and the artillery of the expeditionary force did what Kittel and the three lieutenant colonels asked them to do. The FK96 was a good field gun, and the German gunners were also very good at shooting, hitting their targets accurately in the first round. Then they replenished two rounds of artillery fire as fast as they could, and the same hits.

Through the binoculars, Kittel and the three lieutenant colonels could clearly see that the Chinese in yellow and the officers and soldiers around him were engulfed in flames and smoke from the shell explosion; And when everything returned to calm, they could also see the Chinese in yellow clothes lying on the ground, motionless, as if they were dead. Then another group of officers and soldiers rushed forward, lifted him up, and hurried away from the battlefield.

Obviously, Major Schellner and the artillerymen succeeded in knocking out the big man.

Well done! The colonels and lieutenant colonels burst out laughing. This was the best thing the expeditionary force had ever encountered after leaving Beijing, but it was also the only good thing: not all, but the Chinese still paid the price for the pain, torture and humiliation they inflicted on the great German soldiers.

This is a good start, and next, the expeditionary force will cost them more. Kittel thought, and then realized that he still underestimated his enemies.

Only a few minutes later, the counter-fire of the Chinese artillery smashed like hail into the forward positions of the expeditionary force. To the astonishment of the German soldiers, more than 500 shells fell from their positions in just the very first minute - every piece of artillery of the Chinese army was firing, whether it was an American light mortar or a field gun from Europe, from their hiding positions, ferocious, undisguised, and uncaring about ammunition and money, pouring fire, as if trying to tear the enemy to pieces.

At this moment, the colonels and lieutenant colonels could only rejoice that, in anticipation of a counterattack by the Chinese army, most of the troops in the forward positions had withdrawn before the artillery fired, leaving less than a single infantry company, so that the artillery fire of the Chinese army did not inflict more serious losses on the expeditionary force.

Thank God. Kittel made a cross on his chest, and his eyebrows furrowed and twisted together.

The situation is quite bad. Although such an attack was nothing compared to the rain of bullets that the armies of European countries were capable of, he was worried: on the one hand, his opponent had clearly been thoroughly enraged, and the cruelty of the war was about to increase dramatically; On the other hand, since the Chinese army can hide so much artillery, then, most likely, they are hiding something else, more dangerous.

After all, only God, Qin Lang, and the salespeople of the Great Viper Weapons Company knew which weapons they sold to Chinese, what their performance was, and how many ...... However, it was apparently impossible for any of them to tell him anything, at least not for now.

This means that he will lead his troops against nearly 100,000 angry Chinese soldiers. Zhang claimed that the Chinese army numbered 200,000, but Kittel thought he was only exaggerating, cutting the number in half – and the weapons they had hidden but were about to be put into service.

Kittel could not predict how serious the losses would be for the expeditionary force. Unfortunately, the expeditionary force has already suffered extremely heavy losses, far beyond the expectations and acceptability of His Majesty the Emperor, the General Staff and His Excellency the Field Marshal, and his future is becoming precarious. Therefore, if the losses become more severe, then there is no doubt that even if luck is enough, colonel will be his last rank.

But Kittel was a typical good soldier. He also wanted to be promoted to general, and for the past three decades, he had always thought that he didn't want to end his dream in China.

The expeditionary force could not afford more losses.

"Get out of the fight." Eventually, Kittel gave the order, "All troops withdraw from the battle." ”

"I personally believe that the Chinese do not intend to end this fight." Wagner worriedly, "It's just that there seems to be something wrong with their command." ”

"So we are now out of the battle and build fortifications when the Chinese resume command." Kittel replied, "We had to be on the defensive side before Wiesenberg captured Taiyuan. ”

It seems that it can only be done that way. Wagner thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Do you think Wiesenberg still has a chance to occupy Taiyuan?" ”

Kittel hesitated. "If he can't, we'll have to retreat."

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