Chapter 22: The Battle of the Hundred Regiments

When Yuan Shikai was in front of others, he always said, "My son is not successful" and something like that. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but, deep in his tired heart, he didn't feel that his son was not bad. Besides, when Lao Tzu worked hard to save so much family business, why couldn't he leave it to his own son?

Why should you pay back the people in the world that you have earned with your own ability?

If Gu Lu could hear his thoughts, he would definitely say, "Brother, steady!" ”

However, now Yuan Shikai doesn't even have a person around him who can be a heart-to-heart. After he stole the fruits of the bloody battles of the Boxers and the Black Dragon Society soldiers, and became the president, those old friends also respectfully called him "the president" when facing him, and they no longer talked about the situation of the past.

When he heard that his son, who had high hopes, was surrounded, he dropped the teacup on the ground by mistake, and then jumped up and shouted out the words that many villains would call out in such situations, "How is this possible? ”

As soon as he shouted out, he realized his gaffe. He slowly sat back in his chair, and it took a long time to digest the news, and then he said angrily, "What are you doing?" ”

What is Wang Shizhen doing now? Probably only he knows. Anyway, Feng Xiaobing, who was following behind Wang Shizhen, didn't know what the commander-in-chief was doing.

After the news that Yuan Dagongzi was surrounded, Wang Shizhen said a simple "um", and then did whatever he had to do. Looking at his appearance, it seems that he doesn't care about the prince's life or death at all.

And those Beiyang troops around, after hearing about the situation of the model division being surrounded, their actions began to become chaotic. Some are eager to go and break the siege for the eldest prince, this is a good opportunity to show their faces. If he does it well, he will be promoted and made rich in the future.

Some units continued to outflank the enemy's rear according to the original plan. Other troops simply stopped. They didn't move forward or backward, they just sat there, and they didn't know what they were trying to do.

The Handan army was also chaotic, but they at least had a clear goal and enough subjective initiative. Around the model division that was surrounded, more and more troops were thrown into it from both sides. Later, there were as many as 50,000 or 60,000 troops gathered in this small area. Those who are watching from the periphery, those who play soy sauce, and those who fight hard, there are even more.

The two sides first fought a scuffle on this land, and then the Beiyang Army found that their artillery shells and troops were almost exhausted, and the enemy shells were still smashing on their heads in waves. The infantrymen carrying heavy machine guns and small cannons everywhere in search of a place to drill filled their eyes as if they were endless.

On the flanks, in the back, everywhere there were enemy troops. It was as if they were not going to relieve their friendly forces now, but were surrounded and needed to be rescued.

Under such circumstances, most of these Beiyang Army soldiers, who had been trained for less than a year, collapsed like their juniors. Tens of thousands of troops were still fighting with the rushing enemy troops at the last moment, even if the blood flowed like a river. Then the next moment, these people abandoned the positions they were guarding, threw down their weapons, abandoned their comrades, and scrambled to run towards what they thought was safe.

An officer stood on top of a toppled cannon, brandished a pistol, and shouted: "Give me all back, you cowards!" ”

But the routs only bypassed his position slightly, and scrambled to flee from the sidelines. The men were so panicked that they didn't even want to look up at the officer.

The officer was threatening and pleading with the pistol on the cannon, but basically no one ate his set. Even a few who felt a little ashamed in their hearts were swept away by the rushing crowd.

This is the very center of a large road, with weapons and ammunition piled up on the side, and the officers standing on the barrels of the guns look at the heads of the black people, all fleeing for their lives. He couldn't help but be discouraged, smiled bitterly a few times, and then recited two lines of poetry.

No, no, of course, he didn't read the two sentences "If the country lives and dies for profit, how can it be avoided because of blessings and misfortunes". He hadn't reached this level yet, and he couldn't read such advanced poetry. He just read desolately: "140,000 people are disarmed, and not one of them is a man." ”

The situation in front of us, although it has not yet reached the point mentioned in the poem, is enough to make people despair. After the officer finished reading the poem, he closed his eyes, raised his air pistol, and fired a shot at his head.

There was a crisp sound of "card", the sound of the striker hitting the pin, and his mind was blank for a few seconds. After more than ten seconds, he came to his senses and pulled the trigger several times in his hand, but it was always stuck.

He threw the pistol to the ground angrily, "My Japanese pistol, it's always jamming!" ”

With that, the officer crouched on the barrel of the gun and began to cry. He cried so sadly that he didn't even notice that several soldiers in khaki uniforms rushed to his side with rifles with bayonets on them.

"Brother, what is this person doing?" A young-looking soldier asked, "Was it a miserable mess?" ”

Another soldier, also dressed in an earthy yellow uniform, circled around the officer and nodded, "It's been ruined." ”

"What then? The political commissars and commanders all said that they would arrest the Beiyang Army when they saw it. ”

"Then let's wait a while, you see him crying so badly, he must have been ruined."

"Okay, just wait for him to cry a little longer."

The soldiers who followed behind were very strange to see an officer of the Beiyang Army squatting on the barrel of the gun and crying bitterly. On the side, there were two soldiers standing there.

"Yo, comrade, you've caught a big fish!" When a soldier passed by, he shouted, "Now you have to make progress!" ”

"Hey, hey, hey!" The young one kept giggling, "Brother, do you see, everyone is praising us." ”

"Shut up, you're not dignified like this."

"Oh." The young soldier straightened his chest, trying to make himself look dignified.

"You say, when the war is over, can we divide a few more acres of land in our hometown?"

"I'm afraid this is not easy, the political commissar comrades have said that there are too many of us in Hebei. If we want to live a good life, we need to win more battles, occupy more places, and open more factories, so that we can live a good life. ”

"Then let's go to work together in the future?"

"Okay, when the war is over, we'll go to work together." (To be continued.) )