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He thought that he would only encounter a bait deliberately thrown by the Alliance, a few insignificant small fish, which might cause a little trouble, but it was not worth worrying about; However, the fish he caught was so big that it didn't look like a bait at all, but more like a shark trying to swallow him in one bite.

Machine guns, automatic rifles, submachine guns, God knows where the Allies would get their hands on them, and there were too many bullets to fire, his soldiers were not ready to engage an enemy with such great firepower, and the sudden onslaught had cost his own platoon a third of its men, and the rest were either busy rescuing the wounded, hiding behind cover and shouting, or shooting indiscriminately with rifles, not to hit anything just to make themselves look less embarrassed.

And it wasn't just his platoon, the two platoons that attacked in a roundabout way were also in trouble, and the dense bullets put them in a situation where they could neither attack nor retreat - both attacking and retreating had to pay a high price, much higher than expected, but no one wanted to pay that high, so they were trapped.

The entire company was trapped.

Yao Yiyuan heard his Sergeant Lian curse a swear word, and then asked him a question: "What should I do now, sir?" ”

"What else can I do?" Yao tried hard to make his voice sound lighthearted, as if everything was still under his control. "Call the cavalry."

"Call in cavalry" is an American-style metaphor brought by an American military adviser to call for reinforcements. The sergeant understood what he meant, pulled out his flare gun, fired a red flare into the air, and fired another one.

Two flares, meant to be in an emergency situation with a primary target, and the commandos on standby - each of the elite of combat sappers and scouts, armed with carbines, submachine guns, bombs, and even steel bulletproof armor - should rush to the source of the signal as quickly as possible and immediately attack, either to eliminate the Confederate men before they can fire gas shells, or to force them to abandon their operations.

It also has a meaning for soldiers on search missions, especially those who send signals, that they only need to keep contact with their targets and wait for the commandos to arrive - so they can stay in a safe position and not risk being involved in a fierce exchange of fire that could potentially kill them.

No matter how calm and confident Yao Yiwei was, at this moment, this was the only thing he could do.

The acting company commander squeezed a dry smile out of his company sergeant. "Fortunately, the staff is well prepared and does not need us to be heroes......"

He stopped. The sudden look of astonishment on the sergeant's face made him feel that something might be wrong.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Sir," the sergeant pointed to the air with his eyes fixed in that direction, "I think we're in big trouble. ”

Yao Yiyuan followed his instructions and looked into the air, and then his face became as ugly as that of a sergeant.

He saw a third flare.

Whoever fired it - probably someone from the Confederate Society, a damn accident, Yao was confident that his soldiers wouldn't make such a low-level mistake - it shouldn't be there.

It should never have appeared.

Every officer and soldier who took part in the operation knew what the three flares meant: the situation was critical, the Confederacy was about to fire poison gas shells, there was no other means to stop it, and the last resort had to be used......

That is, a full-fledged artillery battalion, armed with twenty-seven mortars, was about to flood the area with heavy artillery fire.

Cold sweat was already pouring out on Yao Yiyuan's forehead.

His company was too close to the Confederates, and the shells that didn't have long eyes would fall on him and his soldiers, but there was nothing here to stop one shell, and even if there were, it couldn't stop the second. If it were worse, the lunatics who were still spraying bullets were carrying gas shells, and the shelling caused the gas to leak, and there would never be too many people who could escape.

And he is the acting commander of this company, and even if he escapes by chance, those who are higher in rank than him will not let him go easily.

He is about to face the worst crisis of his short life......

Coming soon?

Maybe not so fast.

Yao suddenly recalled more details of the course of action. Anticipating that some troops might find themselves in the same predicament as him, the General Staff took precautions that the artillery would not open fire immediately upon seeing the signal, and that the signaling troops would use smoke to indicate the exact location of the target - if there was no smoke, then the command would need to confirm the situation by other means.

He still has a little time.

The acting company commander broke free from the panic and regained his composure. He can now continue to command the troops.

"Calm down, don't panic!" He shouted at the sergeant that only then would he be able to hear clearly, "Tell everyone, retreat to a safe distance, pay attention to order, don't panic, we still have ......"

He still couldn't finish it. A shrill whistling in the air choked back his last word.

"Shelling!" The sergeant screamed, "Get cover!" ”

Then his voice was drowned out by a barrage of explosions.

The area quickly descended into chaos. Some of Yao's soldiers curled up in a ball, trying to hide themselves in bunkers that they thought would have some effect, but many more just scurried around like headless flies, dodging the falling cannonballs and flying debris. However, all these actions seemed to be futile and useless, and the shelling was so fierce that explosions occurred every second, and no one seemed to be immune.

"We're dead!" Someone was wailing.

This was the last sentence Yao Yiwei heard. A cannonball exploded not far behind the acting company commander, and the wave of air mixed with stones and wood chips hit his body without hindrance, pushing him several meters away, which caused him to fall unconscious.

Before losing consciousness, he thought only of one question: "Which bastard gave the order to shell?" ”

At this moment, however, the bastard who gave the order was watching the spectacle of the shelling at Zhang Shaozeng's headquarters, with a distinctly cheerful smile on his face - Liangbi did not know that a unit was also being shelled, and he did not care - the staff officer had warned him that the shelling might affect the troops who gave the signal, but he still demanded that the artillery open fire immediately.

He just wanted to solve his problems as soon as possible: the threat of the Alliance, and the threat of poison gas shells.

Shelling is the only means.

Originally, there was some hesitation - when his military adviser suggested the use of artillery against the attackers, he was also worried that the shelling might cause poison gas leakage, so he did not accept it immediately. But now that the Confederacy was ready to fire gas shells, he couldn't hesitate any longer - gas leaks were much better than they falling into the Forbidden City.

He believed that this was also Zhang Shaozeng's idea, otherwise he would not have taken the shelling as a last resort insurance measure, but the general was too cautious and made the steps to activate this measure too cumbersome, leaving too many opportunities for the attackers.

Thankfully, he hasn't returned to command yet.

Now the gang of rebels must have collapsed.

"Good, that's it, that's what I want to see." Liangbi thought contentedly, waved his right hand, and said loudly, so that the military advisers and staff officers who were discussing in a low voice behind him could hear, "Tell the artillerymen, keep shooting, shoot all the shells, don't leave a single one, and when the rebel party is eliminated, I will give them credit." ”

Several staff officers showed a look of surprise on their faces: the artillery prepared thousands of shells and smashed them all on the heads of the Alliance, would Liangbi's decision be too impulsive and blind? Anyway, this is Beijing, there are a lot of big names, as well as diplomats and journalists, and it's not a good idea to make things too big.

Even if he is an auxiliary minister, he will eventually be impeached by other auxiliary ministers and rebuked by the emperor.

If he gets into trouble, then the Seventh Division will be unlucky.

The situation does not seem to be rosy.

The staff officers had agreed, but no one had brought it up. Except for their division commander, there was no one to persuade Liangbi and could only do what he asked. One of the staff officers picked up the field phone and conveyed to the artillerymen the latest orders of the Auxiliary Minister, while the others continued their discussion while waiting for his next order.

It was only before they waited for it that Zhang Shao had returned to the command headquarters.

He ran back, and he ran fast, his head was covered with sweat, and he was almost out of breath from exhaustion, but even so, he couldn't wait to give an order: "Tell the artillery to stop firing." ”

"What's going on?" Liangbi walked up to his side, "What news did you get?" ”

"There are no gas shells...... Zhang Shaozeng gasped, took the cold tea sent by a staff officer, drank a few big sips in succession, and continued: "San Diego has confirmed that the people of the League do not have gas shells, it is just a trick they played. ”

Liangbi's face changed slightly, briefly and imperceptibly, but it still betrayed his uneasiness: if the people of the League did not have gas shells, it would be difficult for him to explain his actions to the emperor.

And the League's plans have become more elusive - without gas shells, are they really just planning to harass the Emperor with ordinary shells, or are they lurking inside around the Emperor?

"What the hell are those people trying to do?" He asked, but more like talking to himself.

Despite this, Zhang Shaozeng still answered. "San Diego has come up with a speculation that perhaps the Confederate plan is not aimed at the Emperor, but at something else important."

"Other important goals?" Liangbi was stunned for a moment, "Who?" ”

"That issue can be discussed later, Your Excellency." A military adviser suddenly interjected, "Your enemy has been destroyed by artillery and no longer poses a threat." ”

"No, Mr. Major." Ryobi turned to the military advisor and said to him politely but irrefutably, "If the gas shells are just a trick, then I have to suspect that we have found and eliminated another trick." ”

"What do you mean......"

Liangbi didn't answer—he didn't have to.

Suddenly the sound of gunfire and explosions rang out outside the headquarters. (To be continued.) )