But in any case, there is no doubt about the decisive significance of this naval battle in the war between China and Yuben. He sent a convoy to transport two infantry divisions to the Korean Peninsula, including 26,000 officers and men and related equipment. These forces are sufficient to alleviate the unfavorable situation on the Korean peninsula. But in the end, only 6,000 soldiers, 720 boxes of ammunition and 3,200 bales of rice [enough for a few days' supplies] were delivered to the Korean Peninsula. Although the losses of the Chinese fleet were not small, they still smashed the entire convoy with resolute and decisive action, and sank two of the main battleships of the navy, while while the naval battle was going on, another squadron landed at Inchon and transported 7,500 soldiers and tons of supplies to the northern part of the Korean Peninsula. The Chinese [***] team has already achieved an advantage on the Korean Peninsula, and now the Chinese [***] team is likely to occupy the entire Korean Peninsula and even land on the local soil.

After the news of the victory in the Battle of Busan reached China, the crowd was excited, people rushed to tell each other, newspapers and media also reported on it, and the Chinese political axe was also in a jubilant atmosphere.

A female middle school student wrote in the diary: "Today, all the teachers and students of the school lined up in the field to listen to the radio, and the students heard the news of the great victory in the naval battle, and they all cheered, and some students even shed tears of excitement, just like the last time we heard about the great victory of Lushunkou on the radio, from the first year of the first year to the present, the shame I imposed on our Chinese has finally been washed away...... Another senior boy proudly told reporters: "My father is a naval captain, and he commands a torpedo boat, He participated in several naval battles, fought at the mouth of Arthur, won the Order of the White Eagle, and my classmates and I have always admired him, and this time in the naval battle, he participated in it again, and destroyed a warship...... I have made up my mind to follow the same path as my father, I have been honorably admitted to the Qingdao Naval Academy, and my desire is to be a good naval captain and defend every port of the country......"

Ge Changshun, the owner of a grocery store in Yanjing Tianqiao, said: "Although I am a flat-headed commoner, I also know that the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband, although I am very idle in business now, and I don't worry about eating and drinking, but I have also told my wife more than once that once the country needs me, I will fight this old bone and immediately go to the battlefield to teach those little devils a hard lesson." Our family has donated five pieces of cloth and purchased a hundred dollars of national salvation bonds......"

A female nurse from Yanjing Guangji Hospital also said happily: "Everyone is very happy to win the battle, our hospital is only allocated a quota in the front, there are dozens of colleagues waiting to sign up, everyone wants to go to the front line to serve the motherland with practical actions, and some people even bite their fingers to sign ...... And they chose me. I'm so lucky that the whole family is so proud of me......"

In Chengde, a young farmer also said in an interview with reporters: "When the news of the victory came, a celebration party was held in the village, and everyone drank and sang all night, as if they were celebrating the New Year...... Why celebrate, you ask? Now the village has a large population, and there is no land to plant, there is no craftsmanship, and there is no job in the factory, so it is also a way to go to the front line to fight? …… Now you don't want to be a soldier just to eat food like before, but now you can join the army with a very good salary, and you can not only contribute to the country when you go to the front line to kill the enemy, but also be a hero, get promoted, get rich, and don't worry about food and clothing for the rest ......of your life."

Unlike the war in Europe, the war, which lasted only a few months, mainly in China, aroused the patriotism and self-confidence of the Chinese nation, and people took to the streets to support the political axe's foreign war with practical actions: demonstrations, shouting slogans, young men and women boiling with blood, and crowds at the entrance of the recruitment station. China was originally a country with a martial tradition, and at this time, everyone was proud to be a soldier or a military dependent: mothers sent children, wives sent husbands, and lovers of men and women encouraged each other, encouraging each other to go to the battlefield to fight bravely against the enemy, and to play the military and national prestige. And every time the coffins of soldiers who died for the country are transported back to the rear, not only do the political axes have to hold solemn mourning ceremonies, but people also spontaneously mourn them in various ways, and this kind of mourning activities are a powerful and persuasive movement that does not need to be mobilized in words, and war and hatred are as pervasive as the heat of summer or the cold of winter, and permeate the spiritual mood of every Chinese. When people learn that someone familiar to them: brothers, sisters, classmates, friends, neighbors, and neighbors has died on the battlefield to defend their homeland and country, everyone feels grief and trembles in their hearts. The living feel that they have a sacred responsibility, and no one can refuse to carry on the legacy of the martyrs and turn their grief into strength. Under the influence of this power, many people took the guns and went to the battlefield one after another.

But at this moment, after Yang Shuoming, who was far away in Chengde, learned the details of the naval battle, he did not show much joy.

"I didn't expect it to be a night fight." Yang Shuoming finished reading the naval battle report, put it on the table, and said to himself, "There are some things that there is indeed no way to control. ”

Listening to Yang Shuoming's words, a trace of astonishment flashed in Jiang Baili's eyes on the side, and at this time, he noticed that Yang Shuoming's pupils became a little red again, and he couldn't help but be even more surprised.

"Although this night battle was won, and the losses were not large, the mistakes made in this were fundamental mistakes." Yang Shuoming saw the doubts in Jiang Baili's heart, and without waiting for him to ask, he told the reason, "Fighting with a searchlight!" ”

"I don't know much about the navy," Jiang Baili asked, "Hanzhi means that large warships don't turn on searchlights in night battles, right?" ”

"Night fighting is an option of last resort, usually with flares. If you hit the searchlight, it's no different than telling the enemy to hit me. The Admiralty officer who came to deliver the report to Yang Shuoming hesitated for a moment and said, "However, this time it is likely that the situation is ...... special."

"It is impossible to go exactly according to the plan, there will always be unexpected situations. But some of these mistakes are too low-level. Yang Shuoming said, "Besides, light warships should never leave the team in night battles, as this will make their capital ships a target for enemy ships." ”

After listening to Yang Shuoming's words, the naval officer's face turned slightly red, obviously he understood that what this maritime patrol envoy and acting navy minister who he thought did not know much about the navy said hit the nail on the head.

"The role of light warships is, firstly, to protect the capital ships of the team, and secondly, to clean up the remnants after the naval battle, rather than to risk their lives to attack the enemy's capital ships. At present, the density of secondary artillery fire of capital ships has been greatly improved, and it is difficult for light warships to carry out attacks. Yang Shuoming continued, "If it is inferred according to common sense, neither we nor myself should allow a melee between light warships at such a time. ”

Jiang Baili understood what Yang Shuoming meant, and couldn't help nodding again and again.

"Frankly speaking, I've always been worried about the night battle, because I don't think that with our current combat level, we can achieve results in the night battle, but it still happened, and the results are quite brilliant." Yang Shuoming shook his head slightly, and seemed to let out a sigh, "And my performance is also incomprehensible, it stands to reason that the Navy, as an experienced and mature navy, will not send light warships to entangle with our fleet like this." ”

After listening to Yang Shuoming's evaluation of the Navy, Jiang Baili vaguely felt something, but he couldn't say it.

"It's going to be dawn, Brother Baili is tired all day, let's take a rest." Yang Shuoming looked at Jiang Baili thoughtfully, smiled slightly, and said, "There are still many things we have to do, and we can't do it in a day or two." ”

"Okay." Jiang Baili also felt the tiredness on his body at this time, he nodded, and said, "Your brother Hanzhi should also pay more attention to rest, but you can't be so 'go to bed late and get up early every day, and burn a candle at both ends'." ”

"There should be nothing going on today, we can all have a good rest day." Yang Shuoming looked out the window with a smile and said, "Neiko wants me to accompany her to the temple near here, so I'll steal it and relax." ”

"This is a place of scenic interest, since you are here, you should take a good look," Jiang Baili said with a smile, "Besides, you have not been married for a long time, and you have not returned home at night, Madame is afraid that she will be unhappy, so this time I will accompany her well." ”

Yang Shuoming nodded with a smile, and Jiang Baili said goodbye with a smile. Yang Shuoming put the documents away, and his eyes suddenly fell on something on the table.

This thing looks like a silver-white pen without any markings, thick and blunt, with a unique metallic texture, but Yang Shuoming knows that this is a pen pistol that he customized, and it has just been delivered today.

Yang Shuoming fiddled with the pen pistol for a while, he looked up at his watch, and put the pen pistol in his pocket.

A faint ray of dawn pierced through the clouds of the eastern sky, the dark night receded into the distance like a surging tide, and the barking of dogs and roosters came from the nearby mountains, and the earth, mountains, rivers, villages, and temples gradually appeared in this poetic dawn.

At about 6 o'clock in the morning, footsteps and human voices sounded from far and near on the mountain road, and at this moment there was movement in a bush by the side of the road, and two long spears with black muzzles that had been waiting for a long time came out of the shadow of the rock almost simultaneously.

A faint black shadow soon appeared at the bend of the morning mist mountain road, and looking out of the gap in the crosshairs, it was clear that the guards marching with guns were ahead, followed by the officers on horseback, followed by several heavy sliding poles. The people on the sliding rod couldn't see their faces clearly because they were too far away, so they could only guess that there were men and women, a total of five people.

"I said! Which one to hit first? The young gunman, lying under the crack in the stone, was a little breathless, his nervous face looked childish, no more than fifteen years old.

"it! You hit the one in front! I'll hit the one in the back...... Anyway, I had to try my luck! The older gunman spat hard, a little anxious.

"But uncle, what if I can't hit?"

"You're fucking scared! Seed ...... You don't want revenge anymore? Think about how your dad died? …… Head on a wire pole! ”

“…… Woo woo woo ......" The young gunman couldn't help but cover his face and wept.

"Get the fuck out of here, coward!" The middle-aged gunman gave the young man a mouthful, lowered his voice and scolded, "...... You bring the money that Lao Maozi gave you to Lao Tzu and roll away! Don't let Lao Tzu see you again! …… I, Zhang Laoba, swear to the sky that I must kill this little king and eight cubs with my own hands! Avenge your mom and the railroad company who died at the hands of his bastard father-in-law! ……”

The sound behind the rock fell silent, and the young gunman wiped away his tears and raised the gun again, this time he was no longer timid, and the fire of anger flashed in his eyes.

In his hand was a glittering shotgun. And in the hands of the older gunners, it was the same gun.

By this time, the team on the road had approached the ambush circle, and the men on the sliding pole were all wearing top hats and sunglasses, which made it very difficult for the two gunmen to identify their targets. Although Zhang Laoba has always been deeply impressed by the young soldier.

Somehow, the voice of the Russian man with a mouth of Peking sounded in his ears again.

“…… This person not only killed many people in our party organization, but also killed anyone who violated his interests! The Sichuan Road Company just wanted to get more funds from the political axe to build the railway, but he wanted to control the railway in Sichuan in his own hands, so he let his father-in-law kill so many people from the railway company! …… As long as we get rid of this person, our affairs in China will be easy to handle, and if we kill him, the revolution will be equivalent to more than half of the success, and you will all be famous in history in the future! The mysterious Russian man patted the shoulder of the No. 1 killer of the Sichuan Iron Blood Assassination Group and said, "...... My information is reliable, so I'll leave the rest to you! ”

They did not understand politics and revolution, and they had no interest in going down in history, and it was only because of their deep hatred for that young man that they temporarily formed an alliance with the Russian old Maozi and accepted the intelligence and funds of the Russian secret services.

Kill that little free cub with bloody hands sticky, and then go back and beat the Russians and himself, China, will eventually be the world of our poor! Zhang Laoba thought hatefully in his heart.

Gradually, the guards approached, the officers' mounts snorting, and the horses' hooves rattling unhurriedly on the gravel road. The bamboo pole creaked on the shoulders of the palanquin bearers into close range, and the two gunners could even hear the heavy panting and footsteps of the palanquins.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the young man preemptively fired the shotgun. The first sliding rod was thrown up as if it had been violently struck by a spring, and then fell down the ravine in all parts and became a pile of broken bamboo racks.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Laoba's shotgun beat the second sliding rod like a goddess scattering flowers, and burning and scattered broken bamboo pieces fell everywhere on the mountain road.

The ensuing battle was not difficult to imagine, and the well-armed guards immediately launched a counterattack, opening fire on the sneak attackers and surrounding them. A bullet struck the young gunman in the shoulder, and he let out a painful "ouch" in his throat and fell to the ground.

"Don't leave me! Uncle! The pain was so intense that the boy's face was distorted and looked extremely hideous.

"Good boy! You're good! Uncle doesn't go! With you! …… Come on, bunny! Your uncle is not a hero if he is afraid of death! ”

The battle was soon over, and the two dying captives were escorted to the city. A week later, a military court handed down the death sentence, and notices were posted at the gates of the city to shoot the prisoners. On the day of the execution, the city was empty, and citizens crowded on both sides of the streets where the prisoner vans passed to see the glory of the leader of the famous Sichuan iron-blooded assassination group. One of the blood-blurred death row inmates actually stood up with his injured leg on his shoulder, straightened his neck and shouted: "Twenty years later! Lao Tzu is still a good man! Immediately won the applause of the whole street.

Before the execution, a gendarmerie officer was instructed to tell the prisoners that their ambush had been a complete failure, because the sliding poles were filled with insignificant people, and that the man they were going to snipe had already entered the temple on the hill by another road in advance, and had now returned to the city safely.

Hearing this, the prisoner screamed and tried to crash into the stone and die, but was dragged by the chain, and finally became a ghost under the gun.

Before dawn, Yang Shuoming and Xi Xue waited early in the pavilion in the mountains and waited for the dawn.

It was a rare morning of relaxation and inaction, when the earth and mountains were still asleep, and Yang Shuoming's second wife was too tired to get up because she was too tired to accompany Yang Shuoming's brain weight. But Yang Shuoming had already climbed to the top of the mountain with wet dew. Yesterday there was a light rain, the roads were a little muddy, the valley was full of fog and water, according to the locals, the early morning after the rain can sometimes be seen with the light of the Buddha. And Yang Shuoming seems to be in a bad mood recently, a little insomnia, he seems to be a young male lion bitten by mosquitoes, patrolling day and night; Meetings all night long, telephone calls, receptions, approvals, confidential interviews, reviews and inspections, signing orders, giving and retracting instructions, etc. Seeing his somewhat haggard and thin face and the dark halo under his eyes, Xi Xue was determined to persuade him to abandon the affairs of the state and seek a moment of relief and peace in nature.

But now it was dark in the sky and the earth, and the mountains were like daisies, and they actually came earlier.

Looking down from the huge gap in the mountains, the fog is steaming under the unfathomable cliffs, and the sky and the earth are like two giant plates of uneven tones, tilting together to blend into this chaotic hazy twilight.

A gust of mountain wind with a heavy damp air blew, and Yang Shuoming couldn't help but shudder.

(To be continued)