Mongolian steppe, northeast rear. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In July, the grasslands are green and grassy, mixed with one or two wildflowers, and the cattle and sheep wander lazily in the endless green fields, which is the best time of the year.

But the roar broke the comfort, and a black shadow in the distance rolled in like a city.

The cattle and sheep were frightened away, and the shepherd boy fled on horseback.

Soon, the fresh, fresh green grass was crushed into the wet dirt by a group of steel monsters, and there was a mess everywhere it passed.

These monsters are Yang Chao's 1,000 tanks, which have been driven by a large number of tractor drivers in the Northeast Farm for more than half a year, and they have to learn how to form and how to maintain formation.

At present, they have almost learned and have reached the level of participating in the war, but they are still training on the grassland at no cost.

A thousand tanks were distributed on both sides of the railway line, along the railway from Hailar to Manchuria, accompanied by a special train loaded with diesel fuel, and a special team, ready to disassemble and repair the broken down tanks or load them directly onto the train and pull them away.

There is nothing wrong with the personnel, the problem is the machine.

Although it uses the most mature tracked tractor technology, and although Yang Chao has helped to carry out simulation modifications, this tank, which has been modified countless times, still breaks down from time to time, which is not a design problem, but a manufacturing problem.

There are no problems with the tractor technology, there are no problems with the tracks, but when heavy armor is added, he has problems.

This tank is 3 meters high, 4 meters wide, 5 meters long, weighs 30 tons, has a power of 500 horsepower, and the fastest speed is 10 kilometers per hour.

Therefore, the engineers of the tractor factory have been constantly testing and improving, and they have been able to ensure that one thousand two tanks continue to travel 50 kilometers without problems, which is a huge progress, at least let Yang Chao think that he can go to the battlefield to fight, because the current maximum driving distance of this tank is 50 kilometers, and after 50 kilometers, it will have to be refueled.

All the way to Manchuria, they did not have any problems, not a single tank failed, the technicians immediately checked, eliminated one small fault after another, and continued on the road after refueling.

They carefully recorded the data in a notebook stained with oil, and this was another breakthrough, and the nearly 200 kilometers from Hailar to Manchuria were trouble-free.

In Manchuria they gathered a large force of cavalry, and although they wore military uniforms, their buttons were honestly fastened, and their hats were honestly worn, they always gave people a sense of casualness, that their clothes did not fit, and their hats were not properly.

These people have three horses and three guns, one on horse, two horses, carrying a Mauser box cannon on their waists, and carrying a Mauser short rifle, this is a cavalry unit from the prairie, and his commander is called Zhang Zuolin.

You can't say that Zhang Zuolin's army is irregular, he, like other units of the Northeast Army, is also equipped with a logistics department that specializes in paying salaries and applying for materials, as well as propagandists and military judges, but his troops are always indescribably different from other armies in temperament.

Loose, wild, but not lacking in passion.

This is the temperament of this mixed army of Mongolian and Han soldiers, among which the Mongols include poor Zasak herdsmen, horse thieves who crisscross the steppe, Han soldiers include outlaws who wander to the northeast, and there are also heroes who walk the market.

Zhang Zuolin also has regular officers in the army, and he has also trained these soldiers, and even the officers above the company level have attended the night school in the army run by Wu Peifu, but they can't wipe out the wildness of these soldiers at all, but after they integrate into it, they will soon be invisible to everyone, like a different kind of grass rooted into the prairie and become inconspicuous.

"Big brother, why are you so obedient, why did the surnamed Yang order our brothers to work hard?"

A soldier with crooked eyes came up on horseback and said to an officer who had the appearance of a scholar.

"Shut up, you don't want to live, but don't hurt your brothers."

The officer glared at his subordinates.

His men also glanced at him, but they were not very afraid, whistled, struck the horse's head, made a very difficult turn, and galloped out.

The officer didn't care, and continued to ride forward, but his mind was very active.

He is Zhang Zuolin, since 1910 during the Northeast War between China, Japan and Russia, he went to the Mongolian steppe, holding the Shang Fang sword that Yang Chao gave him to recruit soldiers on the spot, he recruited 20,000 rebels in the past few years, 10,000 each of Mongolia and Han, and each is not a simple role, there are no less than 10,000 people with blood on their hands, of course, it is mainly the blood of Cossacks, tens of thousands of Cossacks who invaded Mongolia were pulled out by them one by one and killed by the most cruel means they could think of in three years.

There is also the blood of the Mongolian princes, the blood of those disobedient Mongolian princes, the blood of those Mongolian princes who hooked up with the Russians, Yang Chao has no patience with these guys, and the order given to Zhang Zuolin is that as long as he thinks the other party is unreliable, he can get rid of it, but it must be under the premise of being absolutely sure that the place can be stabilized.

Because of this order, dozens of Mongolian princes died at the hands of Zhang Zuolin, and their families were already thousands, and this kind of killing also made Zhang Zuolin's prestige resounding in the grassland, becoming a hemp beard that stopped the cry of babies.

Although it has a bad reputation, it completely shocked those Mongolian princes, and no one dared to offend Zhang Zuolin in the vast steppe.

Mongolian princes, even the lamas and living Buddhas in the temple, all respect him as if he were guests, and Shanxi businessmen who come to the grassland to do business are often filial.

It's a pity that the good days are over, and Yang Chao sent an order for him to take all his troops north and attack the Japanese in Chita with what ironclad vehicles.

Zhang Zuolin's subordinates are dissatisfied with this, they think that they have relied on their own strength to initiate it over the years, not by him Yang Chao, so why listen to him, just because they give them that little military money every month? Just because tens of thousands of pistols and rifles were issued to them?

To be honest, Zhang Zuolin and his subordinates neither look down on the military expenses given by Yang Chao, nor do they think that Yang Chao gives them weapons as a great kindness, they think that they can buy guns wherever they have money, and they are not short of money!

But as soon as Yang Chao's order arrived, Zhang Zuolin immediately gathered and scattered all over the grassland, fighting bandits, and collecting taxes, and obediently went west to Manchuria to gather. (To be continued.) )