Chapter 12: The Howling Moon (3)

Feng Guozhang watched expressionlessly as his soldiers were blasted out by the artillery, and did not step forward to accuse and reprimand the officer who led the team. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 As the commander of this unit, he trusted the officers he had trained to handle such emergencies. It's just that some local heroes are strong, and there is no need for him Feng Guozhang to go out in person.

The officer who led the team did not live up to his expectations, and quickly reorganized the team and rushed over while the bronze artillery was not easy to load. Then, these sturdy Beiyang soldiers used bayonets to fight in the middle of the militia.

The backbone of these militias are veterans of the battlefield and are not very afraid of white-knuckle combat. During the street fighting in Beijing, all kinds of white-knuckle battles broke out the most. At the moment, these veterans also came out with a group of people. However, unlike the soldiers of the Beiyang Army, they also threw a round of grenades before the white-knuckle battle.

A cheap and easy grenade, how can it be missing? Even if it is something that can be equipped in large quantities on the earth eight roads, Chen Cheng naturally has no reason not to use it. Although the production of cannons and rifles has not yet increased, there are a lot of grenades.

In the sound of "boom" shelling, the Beiyang soldiers fell down a lot again. The casualties of their comrades did not frighten these brave soldiers, but rather aroused their hatred of the same enemy.

Bayonets, butts against broadswords and spears on the side of the militia, and with the conviction of victory on both sides, blood and blood flowed together. These are warriors from their respective camps, fighting for their respective superiors and their own honor and faith. In general, the soldiers on the Beiyang Army side are better trained, but the militia side has the bonus of protecting their homeland, so the two sides are evenly matched.

The field artillery in the rear of the Beiyang Army began to fire extendedly, firing at the town one after another, destroying many houses and igniting several fires in the town.

At this moment, the reloaded bronze cannon fired at the gap in the wall. The impact of the physical projectile pierced the Beiyang Army at the gap, and the human body blocking the trajectory of the projectile was blasted into slag. Such a violent blow crushed the fanatical Beiyang Army.

These soldiers, who were fighting bravely one moment, completely changed their appearance the next moment, leaving behind their comrades and the enemy in front of them, and retreated one after another, even if they exposed their backs to the enemy.

Seeing the soldiers retreat from the town again, Feng Guozhang still maintained a calm face. But the adjutant had already sensed the impatience of the chief beside him, and when the adjutant peeked in, he saw Feng Guozhang lightly ordering: "Aim behind the wall and shoot all the shells." Then order the retreating soldiers to charge again, and you tell them that if they can't fight again, they will be dealt with by military law! ”

The adjutant was shocked, the so-called "military law treatment" was to kill the head. But looking at the expression on Feng Guozhang's face, he didn't dare to say anything, so he went down to give the order.

The anger in Feng Guozhang's heart became more and more intense, and he, who claimed to be the first person to know soldiers in China, and Duan Qirui, who was one of the "Three Heroes of Beiyang", did not pay attention to him. Looking at the whole of China, Wang Shizhen and Yuan Shikai can make him a little jealous, and he has never paid attention to the rest.

And now, the militia in some places has actually blocked the elite under his command for such a long time, how can this not make him extremely angry? It was not good to come out in front of his subordinates, but in his heart, he had already sentenced those who resisted to death.

After receiving the order, the artillery unit quickly adjusted the cannon to shoot Zhu Yuan, and fired all the shells carried with it. The sound of explosions was continuous. The bronze cannons, which were difficult to transfer, were blown into parts in this round of rapid fire.

Then, the soldiers who had been forced back by the Overseers swarmed up and tore down the dilapidated wall. The soldiers, whose eyes were red with murderous aura, howled and rushed forward, knocking the militiamen, who were no longer able to fight, into retreat.

The backbone of those militia members had long been accustomed to the experience of fighting an enemy with an artillery advantage, and they did not directly resist hard, but retreated while taking advantage of the geographical advantage to block the attack layer by layer. It's just that Anping Town doesn't have the depth of Beijing, and after retreating to the back a few times, these militiamen not only have to face the situation that they have already withdrawn and cannot be withdrawn.

The militia captain couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he saw this situation, he just fought according to this past experience, and he didn't know how to deal with this situation that needed to be adapted. If you want to continue to retreat, there is a flat wilderness behind, although they also have a lot of mules and horses, but it is not too realistic to rely on those cattle to avoid the pursuit of the Beiyang cavalry. Besides, he has the responsibility to defend the land, and if he runs away, he may not know how to hit the board.

And if they want to resist on the edge of the town, they are outnumbered and outarmed. After storming the town, some of the militia deserted, took off their militia clothes, threw down their weapons, and ran home.

It's no wonder that they can't be blamed, and it can't be said that they don't have consciousness and discipline, as is the case with the native soldiers. When defending the homeland, the combat effectiveness will be much higher. But once his own house is in danger, he immediately scatters as a bird and beast.

The militia captain was helpless about this, but saw that the Beiyang soldiers who had already attacked in front of him had withdrawn one after another. He looked back, and suddenly in the light of the setting sun, a group of soldiers in khaki uniforms were rushing in columns.

In front of these soldiers, dozens or hundreds of rangers had already set up a reconnaissance line, and the nearest few cavalrymen were already less than a mile away from them. The armed forces of the Black Dragon Society are divided into conventional armed forces and special combat teams directly under His Excellency the Black Dragon King, of which the conventional armed forces are divided into three levels: A, B, and C.

So far, there have only been two A-type regiments in total, and those who can be selected are all the best or strongmen with skills. Although the first type is good and powerful, it is too few and is often used in decisive directions. Type C regiments are poorly equipped and are generally used as local garrisons.

The backbone of the Black Dragon Society's control area is the B Regiment, which numbered as many as thirteen. In Chen Cheng's plan, the B regiment did not need to take on the task of suppressing the locality, and their main duty was to resist the possible invasion of foreign enemies from all directions.

In order to undertake such tasks, each B regiment is equipped with a considerable number of special forces, including cavalry, engineers, communications troops, baggage troops and artillery. In peacetime, a B regiment had more than 1,500 riflemen and 200 artillerymen, and in wartime it was replenished to more than 3,000 people.

At this time, the one who received the warning and rushed over was a Type B regiment stationed about 30 miles behind Anping Town, numbered the 79th Infantry Regiment. (To be continued.) )