The platoon commander of the second platoon of the second team of the 3rd battalion of the 54th standard of the 22nd Association of the 7th Town, Yao Yiyuan, deputy military academy...... Or in the way the New Army is called, Second Lieutenant Yao Yiyuan, Platoon Commander of the 3rd Battalion, 2nd Company, 1st Platoon, 54th Regiment, 22nd Brigade of the 7th Division, as an army that has been trained by American instructors for a long time, the soldiers of the New Army have always used two titles, using the Chinese style externally and the Western style internally - is carrying out a mission that he originally refused to perform, which makes him feel very bad, and he is only a young man of twenty-two years old, and he is not good at hiding his interests. Therefore, his bad mood was also unreservedly displayed on his face, making every civilian who saw it tremble. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Like this lewd, bamboo-thin man standing before him at this moment, a street street hooligan with no fixed occupation or income, a pathetic addict, he could barely stand - and he had come to report a very important piece of information, hoping to get a little reward for spending a little time in the opium pipe.

Yao Yiyuan's expression gave him the illusion that maybe this official would shoot him in the head the next moment.

But this was only his delusion. Yao wouldn't blow his head off, though he would love to: this Inglourious bastard had brought information about the hiding places of the Confederacy's idiots, and he was the informer, and the informant must die. It's just that Yao Yiwei knows that he can't do this, at least not now, he must make his behavior conform to the image of a Qing army officer, otherwise his sacrifice will become meaningless.

He could only take his anger out on the fools of the Alliance. If it weren't for the fact that these guys got poison gas shells and forced the upper echelons of the organization to demand that all members unconditionally carry out Zhang Shaozeng's orders and prevent an ordinary assassination from turning into a disaster, he would have been able to find an excuse to withdraw from the operation like his captain, instead of being forced to carry out the mission with the entire company, and it is even possible that the entire 7th Division would not be implicated.

Including themselves, those idiots got everyone into it.

Yao thought angrily, grabbed the informant by the collar and dragged him in front of him. "You, take us to the place where the rebels are hiding."

"Me?" It took a few seconds for the frightened guy to react, and his body began to tremble. "My lord, I can't...... Don't dare ......"

"Shut up!" Yao roared, "Hear clearly, take us there, otherwise you won't be able to get a copper plate." ”

"Adult ......"

Yao interrupts the whistleblower with a resounding slap in the face and makes him realize that if he dares to say one more word, he will really die.

He could only take orders, and Yao began to assemble his troops at a price.

A platoon commander walked up to him. "Should we report to the top?"

"Not yet." Yao glanced at the informant who was dragged aside by the two soldiers, "We will confirm his information first, and then decide whether we need to report it." ”

"You don't believe him?"

"I'm just worried that he's seeing a decoy that the Allies will use to distract us. They're certainly not going to wait for us to come to the door. ”

"Maybe that's a trap." Another platoon commander came up with a new speculation.

"Impossible." Yao didn't think it would be a trap. He had a full company, and it only took ten minutes for another company to arrive at the point of the firefight, which the Confederacy idiots would not do unless they were sure to end the battle and retreat to safety before his reinforcements arrived.

But the alliance will not be so powerful. It is one thing to send two mortars, a few gas shells and a small number of attackers into Beijing, and quite another to send weapons and personnel capable of quickly taking out a company, which is beyond the capabilities of the League.

Of course, the use of poison gas can quickly end the fighting, but the Allies would obviously not send gas shells into Beijing to use against a tactical target of limited value.

The Confederate people are not so stupid - they are, but not to that extent.

They wouldn't want to ambush his company.

Very simple inference that anyone can easily think of. It didn't take much effort for Yao to convince his colleagues. At this time, a sergeant came up to him and reported to him that all the soldiers had been assembled and were ready, so Yao gave the order, and the company, which was temporarily under his command, was on its way.

Its destination is not very far, probably only 500 meters in a straight line, and is an abandoned residential area with a few houses that are largely intact and a large pile of burned-out wreckage. Perhaps to be treated better, on the way, the whistleblower chattered about more information about the area. Its former occupants were low-level civilians, many of whom joined the Boxer Rebellion, and when the Eight-Nation Coalition occupied the city, these people either fled or were killed, all disappeared without a trace, and never reappeared, and their houses became temporary shelters for beggars and homeless wanderers, until an inexplicable fire turned the entire area into ruins.

Now, no one lives there - it is believed that the ghosts of the dead Boxers still roam there - only unemployed vagrants like him occasionally hang out there, doing some "business" or looking for something they think will sell for money, such as crickets, and that's why he finds the rebellion: he just goes there to catch crickets.

Yao felt that he was not telling the truth. The search has been going on for hours, and the whole city is in an uproar, and even the most dull person will realize that today is not a good day to hang out, and what hell will he catch at this time?

Yao Yiyuan didn't believe his words.

His colleagues were not convinced either.

They began to suspect that if this guy either had some "business" to do, or was sold by the Confederacy, he used it to spread false news and steer the search force in the wrong direction, or worse......

Yao stopped suddenly.

"Stop moving." He gave the order to the sergeant in the company, and then called the two platoon commanders to the front. "We should reassess the current situation."

"You...... Our guess was wrong," the platoon commander who initially thought it was a trap repeated his guess, "the Confederacy people may have gone completely insane and really intended to ambush us." ”

"I still think that the bait is more likely." Yao looked at the other platoon commander at a price, "What do you think?" ”

"I agree with you, they should just want to lure us away and run away." The platoon commander announced with certainty.

"If that's the case, then their plan has worked." The first platoon commander looked at Yao Yiyuan worriedly, "The people of the Alliance have slipped away from the area we are responsible for, and we can't afford to take this responsibility." ”

"I'll take full responsibility." Yao understood what he meant.

"That kind of question should be saved for later." The second platoon commander expressed his displeasure with his colleagues in the eyes and continued: "The question now is whether we should move on or turn around." ”

He hoped that the three platoon commanders would be united, but this was only his idea and did not have the support of his colleagues.

"You're the acting commander of this company." The platoon commander still looked at Yao Yiyuan, "You make the decision." ”

Yao Yiwei understood the reason for his attitude: he was the youngest platoon commander in the company, he had just left the Guangzhou Bay Branch, and the only reason why he could serve as acting company commander was that according to the unwritten rule, if the company commander could not perform his duties for any reason, the platoon commander of the first platoon would automatically get the temporary command of the company, but the problem was here, since it was an unwritten rule, then there would always be people who objected.

Obviously, he was unhappy about this.

The army is a group that values rank and seniority, and talent alone is not enough, it is easy to attract hostility from colleagues, not to mention that he has not yet shown his talent.

He shook his head to himself, took a hard breath to calm his mind, and then announced his order to his two colleagues who were still waiting for him to make a decision. "Let's move on."

There was no point in making a U-turn now, but if you kept going, you might be able to catch the bait sent by the Alliance, unless the "whistleblower" who quickly became anxious because the troops stopped moving forward was a one-time consumable......

Maybe that guy is really just a consumable, but anyway, until the results are confirmed, he still has a chance, in the best case, 50% against 50%, it's worth a try.

"Keep going." He repeated the decision, then took out the map and further refined it, "the first row approached the target from the front, the second row from the left, and the third row from the right, telling everyone to be ready for battle, pay attention to the situation around them, and immediately open fire as soon as they found a suspicious person." ”

The two platoon commanders nodded at the same time, turned back to their platoon, and told the sergeants in the platoon the orders, and the sergeants passed the orders to each soldier. Yao Yiyuan also gave orders to his sergeant, and then walked to the "informer" who was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"You go first." His next words were addressed to the soldier next to him, "Watch him, and if he escapes, or tries to escape, shoot him." ”

The "whistleblower" finally realizes that he has been recognized. He wanted to escape, but Yao's orders and the rifles loaded and loaded with bayonets in the soldiers' hands dissuaded him. He began to regret that he had risked his life to deliver false news to the rebels, just for a small amount of money, but it was pointless to regret it, and in the end, he could only be forced by bayonets to lead them to the ruins that were destined to be the end of his life.

There, Wen Shengcai—Liansheng is his word—and a dozen members of the Confederacy, already armed with automatic weapons made by the Great Viper Company, were waiting for the arrival of the Qing army. This middle-aged man, who had worked as a tobacco plantation worker, a tin miner, and a soldier in China, knew what his mission meant, but he was not afraid, on the contrary, he was excited. He had built a bunker out of gravel and sandbags, had a set up heavy machine gun in front of him, and was surrounded by plenty of bullets that could last for dozens of minutes, and now he only hoped that the Qing army would appear as soon as possible.

He would teach these lackeys of the Manchu emperor a profound lesson.

A member of the Confederacy who was in charge of observation signaled. "Here they are."

"Ready-" Wen Sheng druffled his voice and gave the command, loading the heavy machine gun as he loaded it, and then waited a little more until some wobbling figure came into his sight, and then pulled the trigger.

"Fire!" (To be continued.) )