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In the Weihai Special Zone, not to mention that scattered gunshots do not cause ordinary people to make a fuss, it seems that it has long been a matter of course for a while to have more intensive gunfire in a short period of time. What's the solution? When a group of wild beasts frantically set foot on a land that they were completely unfamiliar with, only the big guns in their hands and the war knives under their ribs could bring them the peace they needed.

What did they rob in the first place and didn't need guns? When they grab food and drink, wealth, women, and everything they need, the sound of gunfire is both a show of power and a declaration of victory. Now they are the "masters" here, but the sound of gunfire is like firecrackers in a festival, and when they are set off from time to time, how can they show the dignity of the occupiers?

All in all, the gunfire in the Weihai Special Zone is like a kind of placebo, which can make all Tsarist Russians feel comfortable. Because, there is another reason, only they know themselves, that in every gunshot, a living life will fall, but it will definitely not be them Russians.

Just like the battalion commander and adjutant in front of him, the battalion commander was accustomed to hearing the sound of gunfire, but in the sound of broken wine glasses, he lost his sensitivity to the sound of gunfire, which might not be far from here, he actually did not hear it. The adjutant heard it, but it wasn't until he walked out of the battalion commander's bedroom, out of the camp gate, and looked at the two men holding guns in their arms under the light of the big red lanterns outside the gate, but they were in a daze and kicked each of the sentries who were asleep and spitting with wine, and he didn't think about whether today's gunshots were anything special from usual. In fact, this is all in vain, what is the difference between today's gunfire and the usual gunfire when a pheasant, or a hare, or a person is killed?

That's the power of habit. It is conceivable how much sorrow an army that has completely lost its due sensitivity to the sound of gunfire will be.

The adjutant cursed the sentry who woke up in his sleep, straightened his belt, and walked in the direction of the eastern sentry post. To the east is the river, on the other side of the river is a flat river, and there are no more garrisons within a few dozen miles, only some joint defense regiments that are not much stronger than dogs, from the perspective of security, this is indeed more important to pay attention to. As for the west side where the guns were fired just now, less than ten miles away was where their third battalion and regimental headquarters were located, and it was absolutely safe there. In his heart, today's inspection is just a drill, but even if it is a drill, it must be strict and start from actual combat. Just like the situation of those two scumbags just now, it must be avoided in the future. Although there are sentry posts on the east and west roads, and there is more than one, the two of you standing guard in these two rows of camps actually dare to sleep, what kind of system.

The major is a capable soldier, but he is old, illiterate, and vulgar, so it is difficult to please his superiors, so there are all kinds of difficulties in promotion. He is different, although he came from a humble background, but when he was young, he was lucky enough to have a neighbor who taught as a profession. Although he didn't benefit much, he relied on his sweet mouth and hard work, and he knew a few words a little bit, and he was barely enough to write a letter or something. With this, he should also be regarded as a small figure in the Weihai garrison. As long as he can learn the military skills of the major again, and do not imitate the major's behavior, in his opinion, he is still young, and the road ahead is still very long, and the Weihai garrison will give him more opportunities to make a career.

He looked up at the moon in the sky, "The moon here is so beautiful, I don't know how much better than that ghost place in my hometown!" In his heart, he sighed from the bottom of his heart. Isn't it? If it weren't for this expedition of the Tsar's troops sent to China, how could he have the glory of kicking, beating, or even killing people today, even if he worked to death? Not to mention later.

"Boom...... "The sound of running water seems to be a lot more today! The adjutant was a little puzzled.

"Long ...... Sir...... Ma ...... "This is one of the two sentinels who was kicked just now, and one of them was screaming indistinctly as if his tongue had just been bitten.

"Horses? Isn't it a horse? Hehe, I actually took the sound of horses' hooves as the river in the east. The aide-de-camp, thinking about his thoughts, turned his head and grinned self-deprecatingly. Due to the interference of the light from the two bright lanterns at the gate of the camp headquarters, he could only hear the horse team coming from the west, but he couldn't see who it was at all. He began to walk back.

Suddenly, he froze, his eyes widening. Even so, he raised his hand in disbelief, intending to rub his eyes and take a closer look at what was going on.

However, all he could see was a line of light that flashed quickly, and it was a spark from the muzzle of a gun.

It was actually a very fast moment, and under the response of a row of mountains, the crisp sound of gunfire pierced the night sky, and the adjutant and the two sentries fell to the ground like three sacks.

Suddenly, the roar of gunfire and grenades turned the beautiful "holiday paradise" of Tsarist Russia into a terrifying hell. The sharpest steel knife of the Red Army of the Celestial Empire, the special service battalion of the Teaching Brigade has come in.

As for the general situation of the hot spring soup, before leaving, Chen Tingxiang, Liu Mingyuan and others had already learned about the people who had traveled here through guò. The hot spring soup is like a huge gourd, the north and south are mountains, and the Wuzhu River in the east is both the mouth and the bottom, as long as the army can quietly break into the west mouth, the more than 400 Tsars in the gourd will become turtles in the urn.

For this reason, when Chen Tingxiang led the main force to encircle and annihilate the regimental headquarters and the third battalion of the 6th Regiment of Tsarist Russia, and at the same time rushed to Gushan, in order to ensure that Shun Lì took the hot spring soup and ensure the safety of the rear wing of the main force, he specially arranged for Liu Mingyuan, the deputy brigade commander, to lead the special battalion with 600 iron cavalry to rush here.

According to the fact that Tsarist Russia has set up a total of three "sentry posts" along the way in the area of just over a mile at the west entrance of the hot spring soup, Liu Mingyuan is even more daring. He ordered the thirty or so horsemen in the front row of the avant-garde company to swagger directly to the Tsarist outpost. His reason is very simple, according to the experience of the Red Second Division in attacking Wendeng City, Tsarist Russia will not think that the Red Army cavalry will appear in front of them so quickly, it is easy to get up, the key to the problem is that we must shoot quickly, and we must not give the opponent a chance to release their guns.

Sure enough, the first outpost was successfully taken, but just as the second tsarist post was being removed, the most feared gunshots rang out. Liu Mingyuan was almost so angry that he was about to scold, and he was almost crazy. He was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid that once he alarmed his opponent and provoked organized resistance by the Tsarist soldiers and scattered to the surrounding mountains, what was his advantage? Along the way, the flags and drums stopped, and the houses were sheltered around the village, and those "cats and dogs' grievances" did not say a word, and they persevered to get here, but they were ruined by a knife that was slow.

"After that, tell me who the guy who is good at playing with slow knives is, I don't kick him ten times, I don't kick him down, he is a bastard, count him strong!"

Under the vicious curses of the deputy brigade commander, the troops were advancing in order, and the leading platoon approached the third post without any scruples in accordance with the established deployment.

No one imagined that it would be such a smooth line, I don't know if the Russian soldiers at the third post are also accustomed to hearing the sound of gunfire, or if they feel that since this group of cavalry can pass through two checkpoints in a row, it must not be a "bad guy", and the dozen or so Tsarist soldiers on the checkpoints are all in the house on the side of the road, I don't know what they are doing, and no one has left the house at all.

The Red Army soldiers who rushed into the pass did not expect to encounter such a loose barracks, with no fortifications or moats, and the only thing that could be seen as an obstacle was a wooden fence with pointed ends enclosing courtyards. The gunfire did not attract the attention of the Tsarists inside.

When approaching the three Russian soldiers in the front light, if it weren't for the adjutant's action that was too much like drawing a gun to shoot, so that they were misunderstood and attracted the blow of a dozen short guns, the galloping knights preferred to use knives to solve them.

The knights who came into the belly of the gourd did not have any more moments of wielding their shiny swords and taking them away. With the exception of the Red Army knights, who continued to rush to the east bank and began to fire their guns, the reality was that most of them had to jump off their horses and rush into the courtyards to play a game of catching chickens in cages.

It was a battle without a charge, without shouts. All the officers and men of the Red Army rushed to their respective targets with their heads down, and all their strength was used in their hands and feet. The poor headquarters of the 1st Battalion of Tsarist Russia was the key target of the first brutal blows. This is not because the officers and men of the Red Army knew that this was the head organ of Tsarist Russia, but simply because it was too big. The other courtyards are separated from the front and back, but this one is connected to the front and back. The Red Army soldiers, who rushed in through the gates, scrambled to run towards the wide backyard as they threw grenades into each room. As the soldiers said after the war, in a big house like this, the further back you go, the more valuable things you have.

The commander of the 1st Battalion of Tsarist Russia was only a few steps out of the door when he was hit like a hornet's nest by a shuttle of bullets in his face. The door to the large house where the guards lived opposite him was opened, and a few guns poured bullets into it as if splashing water. Amid the screams, the open doors were blocked, the window lattices were cracked, and the window paper was shattered. The windows of the black hole, which turned into an open black hole, attracted several grenades into it like a magnet at the same time, followed by an even more miserable ghost crying wolf. In this large house of more than 30 people, seven or eight white shirts were thrown out at the same time.

Ten minutes later, the battle ended. On the beautiful and warm beach, kneeling more than a hundred ragged Russian soldiers, and even simply naked Russian soldiers, one by one, without exception, held their shoulders with their hands, their teeth bumped up and down and shrunk into a ball, as if they had woken up and walked into the cold winter moon. Facing the knights sitting proudly around them, wielding their swords in their hands, and listening to the wails of their unfortunate fellow kind, who had been pierced by a wooden fence in a panic, like roasted meat, every nerve could not be tightened. In fact, for those who are accustomed to intimidating others with knives and guns, when they are faced with the knives and guns held by others, this is the most normal expression.

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