"I still think that this operation is too risky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Casper. Fan. Commander Dean frowned and expressed his concern to Qin Lang, "There are more than a hundred thousand mobs in Beijing, and there are a large number of regular Chinese troops, and I am afraid it will be difficult to defeat them with our strength alone, let alone occupy that city. ”

But Qin Lang didn't hear anything - he was distracted again, his eyes were half-closed, his right hand was clenched into a fist and rested on his cheek, while the index finger of his left hand tapped lightly on the table. At such times, he could not hear anyone, so it was only natural that he would not give any response.

This is his own moment.

The Commander stopped speaking, and stood quietly and waited, but was not surprised or annoyed. Qin Lang always likes to suddenly enter his spiritual world when talking to others, thinking about some questions, looking for some answers, and making some plans. This time is very important for him, and it is also very important for everyone else.

Just think that all those plans of his are made under such circumstances, and anyone is willing to wait.

As for how long you need to wait, be patient. Just like Qin Lang often said. Be patient.

Of course, as a senior employee of Umbrella, Fan. Dean had enough patience to wait for his boss to stand beside him like a sculpture and wait for dozens of minutes, or even two or three hours, without saying a word. Fan. Dean could have done this with ease—but just because he wasn't waiting quietly didn't mean he wouldn't be curious, wouldn't think, wouldn't guess what Qin Lang was considering.

In fact, the commander was curious to know what his boss was planning, especially at a moment like this: the corps was advancing alone towards the Chinese capital, without cover and without reinforcements, while there were hundreds of thousands of heavily armed regular army soldiers and thugs in front and on both flanks. It is safe to say that dealing with these situations is the most important job, but what is more important than it and is worth thinking about now?

The commander couldn't guess an exact answer and could only wait for his boss to finish thinking and then ...... Of course, if possible, tell him the result.

He waited.

Unfortunately, however, Qin Lang did not have enough time to carry out and complete his thoughts, and only a few minutes later, about a few minutes, Major Shepard of the Military Advisory Corps, who was now temporarily Qin Lang's chief of staff, walked in and interrupted his musings.

The major brought a rather important piece of news. "The reconnaissance unit has found that a regular Chinese army of about three thousand men is approaching us, sir. In addition to this, on our flank, there was another regular Chinese army, close to two thousand men, but its target seemed to be Tientsin or Dagu. ”

"Whose troops?"

"According to the military flag found by the reconnaissance detachment, it is General Dong Fuxiang's unit that is approaching us, but the unit of the other unit cannot be confirmed for the time being, and the only thing that is certain is that it does not belong to the armed guard system."

Qin Lang raised his eyebrows. "Martial Guards? I thought Dong Fuxiang would let his troops stay in Beijing to attack the embassy district, instead of coming here to intercept us...... Perhaps, it was only because his attack on the embassy district was too intense, so Rong Lu drove him out of Beijing. But ......"

"Does this unit have cavalry?" He asked suddenly.

"No, sir." Shepard replied, "There was no mob cooperation either." ”

Qin Lang fell into contemplation again, seriously considered, and did not make any movement for a while. "Send a battalion to carry out an attack on this force to ensure that it is completely routed and driven back to Beijing." Finally, he gave an order to the commander and chief of staff, who were listening intently, "Be as careful as possible, there is no need to pursue, even when you are sure that there is no ambush around." ”

When the commander left to carry out his orders, Qin Lang turned his gaze back to Shepard. "The other force that can't be confirmed yet, if its target is really Tianjin or Dagu, not our rear, then leave it alone." Then, he added, "But it has to be identified." ”

"I'll find out right away, sir." Shepard gave him a military salute and left.

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"Defeated?" Wen Deji was surprised and incredulous by the order he heard, "Why not exterminate?" ”

"It's weird, it doesn't seem like you're acting at all, Wen." Thomas looked inexplicably at his commanding sergeant - in the commander's memory, Moonheir had always been merciful, stopping attacks whenever the target surrendered or broke up, rather than total destruction. He's acting like he's never been before, what's going on?

"Are you hostile, or prejudiced, toward your fellow Northern?" The commander guessed. Perhaps, the whites of the American South also disliked the Yankees, and especially hated German immigration, the aftermath of the Revolutionary War and the Civil War. And in a country as old as China, this may be even more pronounced.

Thomas still didn't know enough about his commanding sergeant.

"I have no hostility or prejudice against them, Commander. But it is not appropriate to just defeat them. "The defeated soldiers would loot any civilian they saw and cause a lot of damage......

"But that has nothing to do with us, does it?" The commander asked rhetorically.

"Indeed." The commanding sergeant reluctantly admitted.

"Our mission is to rescue diplomats and American citizens in the embassy district, as well as the emperor of China." Thomas continued, "As for the civilians here, with all due respect, these are the people who have been attacking us so far. Maybe the defeated soldiers will rob them, but alas, I will not help my enemies. ”

"But if we help them when they're in danger, maybe we can change their attitude towards us—"

"What if!" Thomas interrupted him, "If it's too much, my friend." So much if it would cost you your life. The civilians here hate each and every one of us, and one save is not enough to change their minds. ”

"Maybe they will." Wen Deji still insisted.

"I'm not going to put my safety on the maybe." The Commander shook his head, "Our bottom line is not to attack civilians here, but beyond that, we don't do anything unless the boss or some commander higher than me orders us to do it - and now, man, our mission is to break that force." ”

It seemed as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything, instead focusing on the command that was frustrating and giving him a headache. By the time he spoke to Thomas, the troops had shifted from marching to attacking, and the soldiers were all scattered, finding as fast as they could to use as cover and hiding behind them, then aiming their guns in the direction where their targets were about to appear, and machine guns and mortars were set up.

The mercenaries put their training to good use. Even though they did not have time to dig foxholes or trenches, they built a very threatening blocking position.

Then, all they have to do is wait.

It doesn't take too long - in theory. The reconnaissance detachment had been keeping a close eye on that unit, and from time to time it had sent back a message about it. Based on the last of these messages, the commanders calculated that it would be fifteen minutes at most before they would encounter their target - but in reality, it had been almost twice as long as fifteen minutes before their sluggish opponent appeared in the mercenaries' sights.

From his hidden position, Moonson cautiously observed his target, and then slowly shook his head: the soldiers who were walking into the battlefield were unaware of the danger around them, not only were their rifles still hanging on their shoulders or lying horizontally behind their heads, but all of them were just looking down at the ground or looking up at the sky, walking slowly forward with a lazy, country stroll pace, as if they had no intention of fighting anyone.

Since this is true for soldiers, it is natural that the same is true for the officers who command this force. The only difference between these men and their soldiers was that they were all on horseback, giving the mercenaries some obvious, easy targets to capture.

It's like at a shooting range.

He took two deep breaths, put the highest-looking officer in his crosshairs, put his fingers on the trigger guard, and waited a few more seconds.

"Fire!" Thomas shouted, and Wendesi fired the bullet into the bull's-eye.

The sudden and fierce blow, but more importantly, the loss of most of the officers at the beginning of the battle left the troops sent by Dong Fuxiang into chaos, and there was no one to fight back or organize a counterattack. Even in the first few minutes, the panicked soldiers did not even find out where the attack was coming from - even though the strafing sound of the machine guns was so noticeable, and there was the trajectory of tracer bullets as an indication.

Of course, since they can't find it now, it will be too late when they do.

Since Qin Lang's order was only to defeat, the battle had just begun and had already been carried out to the last part.

"Get on the bayonet!" Someone named Fruhauff, who always thought he was still in the Marine Corps, stood up, brandished a rifle, and shouted at the mercenary: "Marines, follow me!" ”

Then, under everyone's gaze, he really rushed forward.

"We are the Army." Marvel as he pulled out his dagger-short—a dagger, in fact—a dagger—bayonet, hung it under his gun, and followed the battalion commander with the other soldiers as he charged the force that was trying to break out of the chaos.

It collapsed in one fell swoop. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )