"Qin Lang has already returned?"

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"Good." German Field Marshal, Alfred. Heinrich. Cal. Ludwig. Feng. Count Waldsey nodded to his adjutant and said, "William, I would like to see this American general and the Count of the Abyssinian Empire at once. ”

"I'm afraid your request will be difficult to fulfill, Your Excellency Marshal." The adjutant replied.

The Count was picking up his teacup, but the adjutant's answer made him stop and raise his head again. "Why?"

"Yes," replied the adjutant, clearing his throat, "due to the increasing number of Chinese entering the areas controlled by the American army, maintaining social order has become its main task and has adversely affected other tasks. Therefore, General Qin Lang decided to recruit security police among the Chinese to replace his soldiers to maintain order. ”

"So?"

"General Qin Lang asked the recruited security police to cut off their braids, but his order caused protests from the Chinese, and now he is dealing with this issue, which will take a lot of time." The adjutant paused, "The public relations adviser of the US army has announced that General Qin Lang will not meet with anyone for the time being, except for Mr. Conger. ”

Feng. Wardsea raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps the general was so merciful to his fellow citizens that he complicated something that could have been easily solved." He took a sip of his tea and continued, "Anyway, I must see him immediately." William, tell the brigadier general, this is the order. ”

"Understood, Your Excellency Marshal." The adjutant replied, but with a sad look on his face. Command? The German marshal gave the order to the American brigadier general? Maybe he should have seen it as a joke.

Of course, the U.S. military was part of the multinational coalition, and the marshal was the supreme commander of the coalition forces - but the problem was that until now, apart from the German servicemen, no Allied commander had accepted the marshal's orders without reservation. So could Qin Lang be an exception?

It seems impossible......

No, certainly not be. Absolute!

The adjutant began to worry that when he announced to Qin Lang that His Excellency the Marshal had given an order to meet with him, perhaps Qin Lang would order his soldiers to drive him out of his headquarters.

His worries were clearly displayed on his face, and it was very clear, so that Feng. Wardsea furrowed his eyebrows. "You must convey my order to Qin Lang." "You must understand that if we want to save the expeditionary force, this American general may well be the last hope," the marshal stressed. ”

Qin Lang was his last hope. Feng. Wadsey had to think so—though he still didn't want to trust Qin Lang and his army, the British, the Japanese, and the Russians were even less worthy of trust, and the Italians, Austrians, and French, and the marshal could only pray that they wouldn't cause more trouble.

He could only ask Qin Lang for assistance.

However, just in the case of von. While Wadsey was doing everything in his power to try to save the army that the Emperor had handed over to him from a worse and worse situation, he was ready to rescue - at least one of them, the commander of the expeditionary force, Rudolph. Colonel Kittel had a diametrically opposed view.

The colonel thought that he and his soldiers were about to be freed from the trouble that the Chinese had caused them, and soon, not too long.

The expeditionary force was only the last ...... left from Taiyuan According to the testimony of the captured Chinese villagers, twenty-five "li". Neither Kittel nor his officers knew what the "li" meant, or how long it was, but it wasn't a big deal, because the Chinese had described the distance between them and Taiyuan in another way: if they set out in the morning, they would have been in that city by the afternoon.

The expeditionary force is quite close to its goal. Of course, not the one that used to be - Kittel believed that the Empress Dowager, the Emperor and members of the imperial family had left the city and fled to more remote areas. So the colonel revised his plan. Now, his goal is only to capture Taiyuan, sack it for three days, and then set it on fire to the ground.

He can do it, and he's more than happy to do it. It is the will of the emperor and at the same time the will of every member of the expeditionary force, an unreserved revenge, the price that the Chinese must pay.

The Germans had already been provoked by their opponents: after the attack on Captain Wiesenberg's infantry company, the Chinese army and militants harassed the expeditionary force every day, either by setting traps and ambushing troops on the roads it was bound to pass, by raiding villages occupied by the expeditionary force at night or in the early hours of the morning, or by sneaking around the camps while the soldiers were resting and firing indiscriminately but without actually attacking.

And the Chinese will mix their various tricks. For example, before starting a night raid, a few rounds of false attacks are carried out, draining the soldier's mental, physical and vigilant mind, physical strength and vigilance, causing them to let their guard down and fall asleep from exhaustion - once this tactical objective is achieved, the real attack begins immediately.

Just two days ago, the Chinese carried out this despicable trick for the first time, and it was successful. They harassed for hours, and then in the early hours of the morning, a militant group using only cold weapons slipped into the camp and carried out a wanton massacre of the artillery.

The unfortunate time resulted in the deaths of three officers, nineteen sergeants, and sixty-eight enlisted men, and the incapacitation of thirty-four others - in fact, the expeditionary force's losses would have been even worse if it had not been for the rough movement of the Chinese, which caused one soldier to scream and alarm others before he died, turning the sneak attack into a fierce melee. But even so, such heavy losses exceeded the bottom line that the German officers could bear.

Moreover, the damage caused by the harassment of the Chinese is not limited to that. So far, one hundred and forty-four servicemen have been killed, seventy-three have lost their combat effectiveness, and more than two hundred have been wounded. And casualties are not the biggest problem, the more serious trouble is that the soldiers are exhausted, emotionally and demoralized, and they are only supported by a desire for revenge and a thirst for riches.

Fortunately - at least so thought by Kittel and the senior officers of the expeditionary force - it was only a trivial matter to meet the two wishes of the soldiers.

It's only one day.

"Tomorrow, we will be able to occupy that city and let the Chinese know how strong and terrifying Germany is." The colonel stared at a makeshift military map and exclaimed fiercely, "I'm going to erase it from the map completely, and forever." ”

"Of course, Colonel, we will retaliate." Rohr agreed, but the lieutenant colonel remained cautious, "However, the Chinese troops and militants who harassed us, I believe they will not watch us occupy that city...... Taiyuan. We must be ready for battle. ”

"Personally, I think that the task of those Chinese is only to slow down our march as much as possible so that their empress dowager, emperor and members of the imperial family have enough time to escape there. But," Kittel paused for a few seconds, then said, "Lieutenant Colonel, I will order the troops to be combat-ready." ”

"I've sent a reconnaissance force to investigate our neighborhood with that city," the chief of staff of the expeditionary force interjected, "and they—"

"Colonel." A sergeant burst into the room and interrupted the chief of staff, "The reconnaissance unit is back." ”

"What?" The Chief of Staff took out his pocket watch, glanced at the hands on it, and made a simple calculation. Then he began to be confused and annoyed: the reconnaissance unit had left the camp for less than thirty minutes, but it had already returned. What the hell are those guys doing?

"They brought back Sergeant Buchner." The sergeant replied, hesitated, and then said, "There is another Chinese." ”

"Sergeant Buckner? Chinese? "The officers were all confused. Herman. Sergeant Buchner was the missing sergeant of Wiesenberg's infantry company, and the only missing person in the expeditionary force - the other three soldiers had been found, one was still alive, but the other two had lost their heads - and the officers had thought that the sergeant would end no better than the two unfortunate fellows, that is, he was dead, but ......

Of course, Sergeant Buckner is alive and able to return to the expeditionary force, which is a good thing to celebrate, but what about that Chinese?

"The sergeant said that it was the Chinese who rescued him from Taiyuan City, and then met our reconnaissance unit on the road." The sergeant replied. "The Chinese spoke a little German and was said to be a Catholic there."

"Really?" Kittel exchanged glances with several senior officers, "I want to see them." The sergeant and the Chinese called them in together. ”

The sergeant gave him a military salute and turned to walk out of the room. After a while, a few minutes, Sergeant Buchner, who looked badly tortured, dissatisfied with terrible wounds all over his body, and therefore had a lot of cold sweat on his forehead with every step, and his rescuer, a thin and obscene Chinese, walked in under his leadership.

Several senior officers were looking at the two men, and then exchanged another look, and then the colonel began to speak: "Sergeant-"

But at that moment, the drama occurred: the sergeant's rescuer suddenly pounced on the colonel, hugged the colonel's thigh before the officers could react, then fell to his knees and began to cry and mutter.

What he said was: "Lord Yang, you have to make decisions for the little people." ”

Of course, none of the German officers knew what he was talking about, and they were all confused by his movements.

Oh, God! The colonel made a cross on his chest. (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.) )