It snowed all day, but it didn't stop at night, and the snow was so thick on the ground that if you stepped on it, you would sink half a foot. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis kind of weather is naturally extremely unfavorable for the marchers, but for the ambushers, it is also like hellish torture.

The discipline of the swordsman troops was generally lax, and although the discipline of the well department was slightly better, it was inevitable that they would talk to each other and talk in whispers. They are worried, worried that Lu Jun will not come, and even more worried about the body of their main general.

Jing Xia Demon practiced martial arts when he was young and was physically strong. But as soon as the news of the burning of Chang'an reached Huaxian, Jingxia Demon vomited blood several times, and his body has not recovered until now. Although he was wearing a leather jacket, he was afraid that it would be difficult in such weather.

Similar to Guo Jianbu's previous situation, most of the Jingbu soldiers also wore a thin bell, and they inevitably shivered from cold when they moved their bodies in normal times. Motionless in the snow, soon his body was frozen and stiffened, and he did not obey the call.

The soldiers couldn't help it, got up from the ambush position, moved their bodies, took a big sip of the soju they had brought, and waited until their bodies were conscious, and then lay back in place.

"Guo Jian, let our commander vomit blood angrily, we still have to fight for him, what is this picture?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if the commander has something to say, let's just listen to it, whatever he wants. After all, the commander-in-chief is more reasonable than us, and we have to listen to his old man. Otherwise, heaven and earth will not tolerate it. ”

"yes...... I...... It's cold. These bastards, they have to go out in this weather, and they are freezing themselves. You say we're all frozen like this, what about the commander? ”

"The commander has a leather robe on his body, probably better, as long as the Shandong gang of melons comes quickly, it will be good after the battle......"

The soldier couldn't stand it, jumped up, jumped in place, and looked behind him as he jumped, "Commander, I don't know what you're doing?" ”

"Needless to say, he must be reciting the Great Wind Song. Every time I go to war, I read this. The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and it is refreshing to listen to it......" The companions around him also jumped up and jumped with them. Like them, more and more soldiers couldn't help but get up and do strenuous exercises, trying to make their bodies a little warmer.

They have done a lot of ambushes, but this kind of weather is not suitable for coming out to ambush. The snow ran down the neck and into the body, like a vicious ice blade poking at the body, from the head to the toes, the person almost froze.

The rifle was almost frozen with the hand, and what came out of the mouth was actually cool, and I wanted to warm my hands with my body, but the cold purple on my body didn't provide much heat.

Command post at the top of the hill. The sound of Jing Xia Demon's cough was also higher than one in this snowy night.

His guard, who was his own nephew, whispered: "Uncle, this can't be done, people will freeze if they freeze like this." The Lu army will march in this kind of weather? ”

"Definitely. The Lu army is accustomed to fighting bitter and vicious battles, cough ...... When Liujiatai was at the beginning, it was also like this, they marched from Dezhou overnight, and assaulted Liujiatai in one day and one night, and caught the Flying Tiger Regiment off guard. The information I got was sent by an old friend with whom I had been friends for ten years, and there can be no mistake. He wanted to tell me to avoid the front of the army, there was no need to lie to me. Maybe his brother himself is in the team. When the fight starts, the sword and gun have no eyes, so they have to settle their destiny. Speaking of which, I'm sorry for him. ”

"But...... But aren't all the brothers looked at like this? ”

"There's no way, the weather is surprisingly cold, this is God against us, we can only let them move, otherwise they don't have to fight, and they will freeze." There are still no cotton clothes, if there are cotton clothes......"

The economic situation of the Jingxia Demon Department is not good, the winter clothes of the troops are tight, and the limited cotton clothes are concentrated on the death squad, even if the guards are wearing single clothes. Like the soldiers on ambush missions, they can only rely on strenuous activities to warm their bodies.

This mountain is not big, and the guard platoon has arranged people from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, but the distance is extremely far.

The two soldiers guarding the mountainside were really frozen, and they couldn't resist the cold after drinking all the wine in one go, so they could only learn their robes, keep jumping and running.

On this cold and snowy night, the two thought of their family and their hometown, the barren mountain village. The grain produced could not feed the people who farmed, and they could not pay the government taxes. Disasters and famines occur every year, and taxes are paid more and more every year. Originally, I thought that if the Yellow Dragon Banner fell, it would be a good world, but although the Yellow Dragon Banner fell, the taxes increased unabated, but became more stringent.

When the two good hands who serve the crops are out of breath, and when they can't survive by supporting the plow, they can only take a knife and make a way for themselves to survive. But the days when he held a knife were not pleasant. If you are at home, no matter how difficult it is, in such weather, you should curl up in a broken quilt and light a fire to warm yourself.

It would be nice if there was a fire in front of you. The flames can dispel the cold, it can warm oneself, the limbs will not be so stiff, and the head will not be so heavy. Breathe...... It's harder to breathe, and my chest hurts. It's all to blame for the damn weather, and it's all to blame for this Lu army...... Fire, how nice it would be to have a fire...... Warm up, warm up......

The two of them thought so, as if they had really come to the fire, and the flame brought them warmth, so that they could not help it, closed their eyes, and fell into eternal sleep......

In the wind and snow, the eyesight of the Jingxia Demon side was also greatly affected, and the lights could not be raised during the ambush, so everyone could only rely on their eyes to search.

Most of the guards looked ahead, as did their robes, concerned about when the Lu army would reach the ambush circle. A few people were on guard at the bottom of the mountain, but they were also absent-minded. Lu Jun is an outsider, this small hill is in the middle of nowhere, how could they get there.

Suddenly, a figure staggered up from the bottom of the mountain, looking at the clothes and a bell, this is his brother, the guard was not too nervous, just raised his rifle according to the regulations and shouted: "Password? ”

"Lu Jun!"

In response, a gunshot rang out. The spear-wielding guard shook and fell down. When he fell, his eyes were open angrily, still full of doubts, how could a Lu army dare to come to death. What do the brothers down the hill eat?

The sound of gunfire shook the silent night, and the other guards, forgetting the cold, raised their rifles and aimed at the man who had fired the shot. But this gunshot sounded like a signal, and countless figures suddenly appeared in all directions. Like the Ibe death squads, they also wore sheepskin jackets and relied on camouflage to conceal them. The difference is that they did not choose to lie in ambush in a certain position, but advanced in disguise, and only then did they suddenly attack.

There are no shouts of killing, no superfluous dialogue, just pure killing. The attackers were armed with revolvers, and they were all sharpshooters who fired in bad weather and still maintained a good hit rate. Several rows of bullets rained down, and the guard platoon had already suffered more than half of the casualties.

Jing Hu, the nephew of Jing Xia Demon, desperately blocked his uncle with his body, shouting: "Uncle, go quickly!" You're here, the army is here! Come on! ”

The advance of the attackers was unusually rapid, and the guard platoon had been completely defeated, but relying on the loyalty to the commander, they still resisted desperately, and no one surrendered or fled. The guards endured their injuries and desperately crawled to a pile of firewood and straw, trying to light a fire to call the police. But no sooner had he come to the woodyard than a tremendous force came from behind him, knocking him forward and stumbling forward. A pistol was held to the back of his head, followed by a gunshot.

The killer dealt with the guard and looked at the stack of firewood and straw, "Don't you just want to report the news, I'll help you order!" ”

In fact, even if there was no ignition, in the silence of the night, such a dense burst of gunfire was enough to alarm the ambush troops in the well. Wang Zhenwu exclaimed: "It's not good, headquarters! Death squads, come to me! ”

The daredevils left their predetermined positions and rushed desperately towards the bottom of the mountain, there was no point in concealment, instead, they raised lanterns to illuminate them, which was also a warning to the attackers. When they arrived, Jing Xia Demon was being supported by three guards to retreat, and the gunfire on the mountain bag had become sparse, and it was obvious that the guard platoon was almost reimbursed.

"Kill back! Kill back! "The Jing Xia Demon was not shot, and as soon as he saw the reinforcements coming, he immediately commanded the troops to turn to the top of the mountain. At this time, the small hill had turned into a sea of fire, and the attackers not only set fire to the stacks of firewood and grass, but also threw the burning firewood and grass in all directions, and burned all the temporary headquarters of the Jingxia Demon. As for the attackers themselves, they disappeared like ghosts.

"Chase!" Wang Zhenwu shouted loudly and rushed down the mountain with the death squad. These swordsmen in Guanzhong are agile, and in the snowy night, they only wear straw sandals, and their feet are frozen and stiff, but they still walk like flying. The attacker fled quickly, but the knife man was not slow to chase, and the chase game lasted for about a few minutes, and the striker had already made contact.

Contrary to what is imagined, the attacker flees, but it does not mean cowardice, and the pursuit is not a simple pursuit. When the forward of the death squad thought that he would be able to avenge the death of the robes and kill the perpetrators, he found that he had also become part of the prey.

Bullets came from all directions, dense as raindrops. These sheepskin jackets could not withstand the bullets, and the heroes of Guanzhong, who were in the first row, slept in this boundless snowy night after the gunshots rang out. The number of attackers seems to be quite large, and the sentries left behind in the rear road have obviously been touched, so Ibe is completely ignorant of the movement of such a force.

Wang Zhenwu also felt discouraged, and shouted that he personally led the troops and rushed forward again, these death squads were ready to sacrifice, carrying knives forward, and charging with bullets. The enemy's firepower was fierce, and the density of the platoon guns had never been seen on the battlefield in Guanzhong. The death squad rushed twice, but only rushed in front of the enemy and was beaten back. These people are not only fast with guns and bullets, but also not inferior in hand-to-hand combat, and the death squad cannot take advantage.

The situation does not seem quite right. Wang Zhenwu found that what he was facing was probably not a small-scale sneak attack team, but an organized team. It was no longer possible to rely solely on the death squads to fight, and another unit was hurriedly mobilized to reinforce them, wanting to detour back to the flank attack of these ambushers. However, the roundabout troops were only halfway through the operation, and they were also shot by a volley of guns, and there were soldiers along the way.

Jing Xia Demon is also a little puzzled at this time, on the battlefield in these two times, he has invested more than 1,000 troops, and he can't rush through the enemy's defense line, how many teams are there in this sneak attack, how did they come here? The ambush will definitely not be able to fight, so it can only be changed to a frontal battle, and all the ambush soldiers will leave the predetermined position and reinforce the place where the guns are fired.

But some of them can't stand up. The cold weather and thin clothes made these soldiers die of hatred before they could spill their blood on the battlefield.

But at this time, the Jingxia Demon had no time to be sad, the changes in the battle situation had become more and more right, the gunfire on the front line was still very intense, and there was no possibility of victory, and it seemed to be a stalemate. At this moment, a strange sound gradually came from the distance. The sound grew louder and more urgent, like hundreds of silkworms gnawing at the leaves at the same time. This is...... The sound of military boots.

The long-awaited Lu Jun finally appeared, but what they appeared was obviously not the time that Jingxia Demon hoped for. On the official road, a large number of infantry, with heavy steps, were advancing towards the battle area. Between the mountains and fields, the sound of gunfire and killing everywhere is endless, and the well has changed from a hunter to a prey, from ambushing the Lu army to being caught by the Lu army.

The battlefield was extremely chaotic, between the mountains, forests and wilderness, there were fires dancing everywhere, and gunshots rang out everywhere. The headquarters of the Jingxia Demon has changed twice, but there are still not many troops around him who can control it.

Due to bad weather, he had lost effective contact with the officers on the front line, and it was often not clear where each person was or how many enemies there were.

The battle was inexplicable, and the Jing army only knew that there was an enemy who killed in, and then withdrew, and came in again. When their troops tried to rush out, they were always shot at by bullets. Wang Zhenwu advised:

"Let's go back to Huaxian first, the weather is not eyesighted, the brothers are frozen and stiff, and the war is too bad. Their guns are also too ruthless, they hit farther and faster than us, and they have small cannons. In terms of firepower, we also suffered. ”

"Now I can't even figure out the outcome of the battle, this battle is a bit of a, hold on a little longer, and wait until dawn. Tell the brethren to stand up for me. In addition, he asked for help from Huayin, and then sent a letter to Guo and Zhang, so that they could quickly send troops. ”

Wang Zhenwu saw that the Jingxia Demon refused to retreat, so he had to nod his head, and soon, the First Army of the National Salvation lit the lights, and someone shouted at the top of his voice: "The commander-in-chief is fighting side by side with us, and he would rather die than retreat." Brothers, for the sake of the commander-in-chief, fight with the Lu army! ”

Many years later, someone bought the diary of the Lu army from the Shaanxi antiquities market, and the record of this battle was: "The well has the least number of troops and inferior equipment among the Salvation Monarchs. However, the officers and men of the army were very supportive of Jing Xia Mo himself and were willing to fight to the death for him, which led to the price paid by our army in the first stage of the Shaanxi battle more than estimated in advance. (To be continued.) )