Dark clouds crept up, and the starry night sky suddenly became dark and dreary. After a few heavy thunders, hail-like raindrops fell down, and the whole coast was bubbling and mist.

In the woods by the beach, mules and horses tied to the trees stand in the rain, and there are dozens of people standing in the woods, and on the wooden side of the beach, men wearing hats and tarpaulin raincoats look anxiously at the dark sea.

"Brother Wu, when are our people coming!"

A young man in the forest walked to the edge of the forest and asked the man standing at the edge of the forest, who was in his 30s, tall and dark-skinned. His rough face is accentuated by his messy beard, giving people a feeling of having experienced vicissitudes.

"It should be soon!"

Wu Tiansheng mouthed, but he didn't have any bottom in his heart, he had been waiting for two hours, why hadn't the boat come yet, according to the agreed time, it should have arrived soon, but this rainstorm.

"Don't make any trouble!"

Although it is said that this is the territory occupied by the Russians, the Russians also have some soldiers in Shanhaiguan, and there is no shadow of Russian soldiers in the square garden in this area for hundreds of miles, so what else can there be?

The sea is full of winds and torrential rain. At midnight, a few nautical miles from the coast, a black rubber boat suddenly slid down, and then several people slid down the rope, and they rowed hard in the direction of the shore in the fierce storm with their wooden oars. After more than an hour of turbulence, the rubber boat finally landed, and the rowman let out a long sigh, and then hurriedly picked up the submachine gun with a long magazine from behind, carefully divided into two triangular formations, and touched towards the woods on the shore...... "What people!" ”

"Recovery!"

"Brave!"

A simple command sounded in the woods, and several people with submachine guns saw the people running out of the woods.

"You've arrived! Have the teams arrived? ”

Wu Tiansheng couldn't help but shake hands with the scout who took the lead.

"The waves are big, it's too late! Are you all ready? ”

With a gun in his left hand, the scout asked rhetorically, and the other five scouts who followed him went to guard the surroundings.

"Mules, wagons, and military horses are all ready!"

"Signal! The boat is parked just a few miles away! ”

The fires poured with kerosene were lit on the beach, and when the captains of the two cargo ships saw the three bonfires, they immediately ordered the ships to sail in the direction of the fires.

The officers and men of the 1st Regiment of the Volunteers, who had stayed on the boat for three days and three nights, followed the climbing net, went down to the trestle and rushed towards the beach, and as soon as they ran to the beach, they began to assemble in a company platoon, and the soldiers who had completed the assembly ran in many directions under the leadership of the officers to build a defensive and alert position.

On the trestle, the wagons and mule carts rushed over, and the mountain cannons packed in loose boxes, and boxes of shells and children were loaded into the wagon, and after the wagons were loaded, they drove towards the other end of the beach.

"Sir, you see, along this road, this area is mountainous, the land is poor and the people are widowed, although it is inevitable that a large army will pass through there, but along this mountainous area may be the safest route, send scouts to guard in advance, but you can also hide the troops!"

Under the stone gas lamp, pointing to the map spread on the box, Wu Tiansheng said softly.

Staring intently at the rain-soaked map, Lin Yanren nodded.

"Let's go this way! Mr. Wu, your people lead the way! ”

The horses neighed and the people were boiling, and under the cover of night, more than 1,600 officers and men were uncounted, holding their horses and driving their carts away from the coast, and some soldiers fell into the sea because of the urgency of getting off the boat, and their hair and ears were stained with a lot of sea sand, and they were soaked by the rain, and their whole bodies were wet from top to bottom, and the night rain in the northeast region at the end of May was still cool, and they were soaked and blown by the wind and rain, and their faces were pale and their lips were purple.

In front of the large force, as well as on the left and right sides, scouts on horseback looked around through the rain curtain from time to time, providing a warning for the troops' march. It was pitch black in front of Lin Yanren's eyes, and there was no other superfluous movement in his ears except for the sound of footsteps.

A few hours later, after the rain had passed, a red light jumped out of the horizon, quietly shining on the land that had just fought the storm all night, and on the mountain road, the soldiers carrying the MJ03 light machine gun and Mosin rifle were just walking forward with their heads buried, with quilts, bandages, boots, and spare ammunition in the backpack behind them, rifles on their right shoulders, and dry food bags on their left shoulders, each of whom weighed more than 25 kilograms.

The boots with rubber soles and canvas under the feet walked, although they did not have the spirit of boots with cowhide and cowhide soles, but when they walked, they knew that the two were simply one day and one place. Hard-soled leather boots look beautiful and imposing to walk, but they are bulky and not conducive to long marches on foot. The new shoes that I received at the beginning of the journey were made of rubber and cloth, and were very lightweight, far more suitable for long marches than bulky military boots. Especially when it is raining and the ground is full of mud, it is not easy to slip and it is relatively comfortable to wear.

"It's still soft boots comfortable!"

Thinking so in his heart, seeing that a soldier beside him had already left a little gasp, Lin Yanxin snatched his rifle and carried it on his shoulder.

"Keep up with the line!"

The casual action only made the soldiers next to him look a little strange in their eyes, and their feet were much faster.

As the commander of the regiment, Lin Yanren has no privileges for others, he has a horse, although it is just that kind of short horse, not the kind of foreign-style high-headed horse on the island, but it saves the pain of forced march, after four hours of forced march, the troops entered a mountain col, and after the scouts on the mountain sent a signal, Lin Yanren ordered the troops to rest.

When the soldiers hurriedly took off their shoes and changed their socks as soon as they stopped to rest, Lin Yanren took out the map from his purse and measured the march route there with a ruler.

"Thirty days, 1,365 miles of march!"

Looking at the map in the regiment commander's hand, Fang Juyue reported a number, although the officers and soldiers of the regiment ran several laps on the island every day, this kind of forced march was the first time.

"And ...... along the way"

Lin Yanren pointed to two points on the map, these two points are the Russian military camps, the scale of the military camp is not large, only a company or so of troops are stationed.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow we're going to take down this stronghold,......"

After a pause, Lin Yanren looked at the stronghold.

"Fight a battle and beat our reputation out!"

Glancing at the soldiers around him who were sitting in the mud and eating dry food, Fang Juyue said worriedly.

"But today I have to march 120 miles a day, and when I get to the place, I'm worried about ......."

Rustle rustle...... Rustling...... Sand, sand, the steps of the warriors are getting heavier and heavier.

By noon, in this small marching procession, the postures of the soldiers had changed from the standard at the beginning to a variety of ways, some were limping, some were half on sticks, some were twisting and twisting, and some even looked like they were bouncing...... It's all painful! After 7 hours of continuous marching, although the soft boots are comfortable to walk on, it is inevitable that some people still have blisters on their feet, not one, not two, even the toes are blistered, and it hurts to drill the heart when it hits the ground.

Liu Shiyuan, the platoon leader of the first platoon of the communication telephone, also blistered on his right foot, and walked not as easily as before, and when he was resting, according to the tutorial on the island, he punctured the bubble with the needle he carried with him, threaded it with a thread, and then left a piece of thread inside, so that the water in the bubble would automatically seep out.

This kind of emergency rescue is the experience of Hell Island, and the experience is often summed up from the lessons, and the training on Hell Island, the hard-soled boots they wear, walking and running to grind out blisters is normal, and the old bubbles are pricked with needles, and soon new bubbles are worn out in the original place, and the bubbles burst again, and they become bloody feet.

Although tired, but no one in this team wants to fall behind, at that time, if anyone falls behind, not only will they feel ashamed if they fall behind, but the most important thing is what the commanders have said.

"If you fall behind here, if you are caught by Lao Maozi, you will be buried as a bandit!"

In order to survive, everyone can only hold on like this. At each trot, the platoon commander would report and count the number of people from time to time, so as to prevent anyone from falling behind. Second, I am afraid that someone will leave the team, and it is more terrible to leave the team here than to fall behind!

Although the rain stopped and the weather was cool, the officer's back, like all the soldiers, was once again soaked with sweat after being dried by the sun.

At sunset, a few peasants were busy working in the fields, although the territory was occupied by the Russians, but the taxes still had to be paid, and the people still had to eat.

"Uncle, it's over the army!"

I don't know who shouted, and the peasants who had been digging in the field fled into the cornfield as if they had fled, and looked out in the cornfield.

"What kind of team is this!"

As soon as the troops passed, the people in the village rushed out to see that this team was dressed like foreigners, but it was Chinese, without braids, and it seemed that they were all shaved heads. A red flag can be seen in the procession, with a few words written on the side of the flag.

"Anti-Russian volunteers?"

Literate people chant this name, all confused, anti-that door? Could it be that it is the old hairy man who occupies this Kanto?

Wujiatun, here is the edge of the Russian Line of Control, and it is precisely because it is the edge that the Russian army will station an infantry company here, in a simple military camp next to Wujiatuntun at sunset. The officers with tassels on their shoulders sat leisurely on the chaise longues, and the idle right hands of these gentlemen were either pinching their pipes or holding their wines, as if they were on vacation. There was no reason why they should not enjoy the bright sunshine, and three years ago, in just a few months, they had conquered the whole of Manchuria.

And in the middle of the barracks, the company commander Suslov and a Soviet captain rode side by side on horses, trotting with a horizontal bar between the two horses, wrapped in muddy hooves on the bluestone slab, and occasionally he would proudly swing the Chasik saber and slash hard when the horse jumped over the horizontal bar.

One soldier made the crotch of his newly changed breeches and shiny leather trousers uncomfortable, so he trumpeted between his legs for a while, and after a few steps, he rolled over and jumped onto the moving horizontal bar. He suddenly screamed and fell off the horizontal bar.

"Enemy! Look! ”

Suslov jerked the reins, and the sticky hot horse spit almost splashed in his face. In the waist-deep wheat field in front of the barracks, more than a dozen colored figures appeared, spreading out in a straggler line from far and near. He turned his horse and left, and the dirt crushed by the horses' hooves flew in all directions. "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

With Suslov's shout, the barracks on the edge of Xiaotun suddenly moved, in the small wooden houses with fish scale boards, waxed or unwaxed tenon and tenon wide wooden floors, in a mess of footsteps, the Russian troops in white military uniforms rushed out of the barracks, carrying rifles, and ran towards the wooden parapet, the parapet made of logs is not high, just enough for people to stand on the mud platform at the root of the wall to "hunt", hunting is the "word invented" after they captured Manchuria, whether it is offensive or defensive, facing the Qing [***] The team or the mob is as easy as hunting.

"What's going on!"

Rakosi, who rushed out of the palace, shouted at Suslov, who had just jumped off the horse, with a pistol in his hand.

"There are enemy troops coming up, it seems to be ......"

Before he finished speaking, several shells pierced the sky and the sound of breaking through the sky came.

"Lying down ......"

As soon as the sound in the barracks sounded, the shells fell inside and outside the barracks, and for a time the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and the detoxified corpses fell on the barracks. In the sound of the explosion, the thin parapet wall was hit by the flat-fire guns, and two gaps several meters wide were torn open in an instant.

Suslov, whose face was covered with gunpowder, finally stood up, and through the smoke of gunpowder, he saw that the attacking Orientals outside the barracks were under the command of a burst of whistles, holding up a row of bayonets that shook like drainage waves, crossing the wheat field in front of the camp, and making a short leap forward. The soldiers behind the parapet had already begun to pull the trigger, and the scorching bullets did not seem to affect their charge, and the group of enemy troops in green uniforms did not even let out any shouts as they charged, but only marched forward with their waists bent. Seeing that they were about to storm the barracks, Rakosi waved the Nagan revolver in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Rokosov, immediately lead someone to plug the gap"

It was only a matter of seconds, and when a dozen Russian soldiers, under the orders of the squad leader, rushed towards the gap with rifles in their hands, Suslov heard a dense burst of gunfire, which was the only kind of machine gun that he had watched when he was a military school in St. Petersburg.

The enemy who rushed to the front seemed to have a machine gun, and was surprised how the machine gun was carried, he saw that more than a dozen low-headed enemies had rushed into the barracks, and the soldiers around the parapet saw the enemy rushing in, so they rushed towards them with bayonets, and a series of gunshots like Chinese firecrackers rang out, and those enemies in a triangular formation, half-crouching and holding a short gun, kept shooting at the soldiers who rushed towards them, and a ** wave of people was blown up a little by the hot wind of metal, and people kept falling.

The men moved towards the interior of the barracks as they strafed, and more bayonet-armed enemies rushed in through the gap, and it was only then that Suslov heard their shouts, not that they did not shout, but that the concussion of the shell explosion affected his hearing.

"Kill!"

The bayonet-armed troops rushed into the barracks, and like wolves swooping down on a flock of sheep, they formed small groups of two or three, shouting for the cover of the light machine guns and submachine guns in the air strike platoon, and rushed towards the Russians, who, though they were equally afraid, had been taught by past training that they could only survive on the battlefield by killing people.

The light machine guns nestled against the parapet roared hoarsely, and the scorching bullets pierced through the bodies of the Russian soldiers who were fighting back, and then hit the wooden walls of the barracks. Occasionally, in the pools of water that accumulate on the camp, strings of oily water jets splash from time to time. The volunteer soldiers who shouted and attacked with bayonets, like children playing in the water, ran between the splashes, and ran faster and faster, and as soon as someone stopped them in front of them, they often screamed with hideous faces, and stabbed the glowing bayonets into the human body, and the powerful automatic weapons, all demonic stabs, made the Russian soldiers stunned.

They would never have imagined that such a group of soldiers who crawled out of the hell on Hell Island would only use the battlefield to anger the anger they suppressed in their hearts, and the brutal training made them have good combat effectiveness, especially good at wielding blades without saying a word.

After this group of people rushed into the barracks, Suslov felt an unprecedented pressure, and he watched as the counterattacking troops fell to the ground one after another under the fire of small machine guns, and those muffled enemies, like evil spirits crawling out of hell, harvested human lives with bayonets with fierce faces, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, it was hard for him to imagine that those enemies who were only as tall as guns could have the upper hand in the stabbing stab, which has always been the strong point of the Russian army, since the Napoleonic era, The Russian army has never lost to the enemy on bayonets.

As soon as Suslov raised the pistol in his right hand, he felt his legs go limp, and the bayonet pierced his chest for some reason, and he knelt down softly, and his eyes were scattered to see only one leg stepping on his chest, and the smiling enemy drew his bayonet and pounced on the others.

Finally, I don't know who took the lead, these Russian troops who suffered a surprise attack either threw down or raised their weapons in their hands and surrendered, but raising their hands could not be exchanged for mercy, and the red-eyed soldiers still stabbed the blue bayonets into their chests or necks without any scruples.

The gunfire stopped, and the short and one-sided battle ended, and the whole battle seemed to be fierce, but in fact, except for the occasional roar, more often the attacking volunteers attacked without saying a word, and the water in the puddle was stained red with blood, and a white corpse fell on the ground.

When the last few red-eyed soldiers of the Russian army who were killed with their hands ended their lives with bayonets, this group of soldiers standing in the barracks full of blood, with blood stains on their faces and bodies, came back to their senses, and they looked at the barracks in front of them in a daze, as if they had suffered a massacre, and they could hardly believe that this ...... They did it! Even before I had a good time, I won the battle!

Laughter broke out suddenly, and the soldiers, who had just arrived and were still there, eager to kill them all, would laugh openly, and with the sound of guns and laughter, cheered for their victory, their first battle, and their first victory.

Riding on horses, he walked into the barracks and looked at the soldiers in the packed weapons, their expressions relaxed with blood on their bodies, but the blood on most of them was from the enemy, and boxes of captured ammunition and rifles were piled on the wagon.

"Report to the commander, our company has completed its mission, and there are 136 Russian troops in the camp, and 26 people in our company have been injured, most of them are slightly injured, and two people have been killed!"

Lin Yanxin had a smug look on his face when he reported it, and when he came up with this number, he asked three times before two people died! Although this was a sneak attack, although the Russians only discovered them when they were close to 100 meters, and almost at the moment when the artillery bombarded the parapet wall with mountain artillery, the assault platoon rushed in, but the reality that only two people died still makes people believe that this is true.

Looking at the fifth brother who was not smoky, Lin Yanren just nodded.

"Well done! Didn't anyone surrender? ”

He frowned as he spoke, the results were good, but the reality of not having a captive made it difficult for him to accept.

"If you get started, the brothers won't stop!"

Lin Yanxin, who was smiling on his face, answered his eldest brother's question with a smile.

"Originally, I wanted to keep a few prisoners, so that we could beat our reputation, but the brothers didn't pay attention...... Sir, don't blame you! Next...... Guaranteed to keep a few captives next time! ”

Never mind! Shaking his head helplessly, Lin Yanren knew that the morale at this time was indispensable.

"Let the brothers gather and rest here tonight! Send someone to invite the villagers in the tun again! ”

In the crack between the camp and the ground, Laxsi stared at the enemy army assembled on the field, and although he could not understand what the officer on the horse was saying, he could hear that the man was speaking Chinese.

Is this the Qing [***] team?

No way! No way! Three years ago, he led a company that could defeat at least one regiment of the Qing army, and it was as easy as chasing ducks and hunting for those Qing troops, and during the campaign to occupy the whole of Manchuria, not even a single person in his company was injured.

Qing army, they will definitely not be Qing army!

But it's not the Qing army, who are they? Rakosi, who was hiding in the cracks in the ground under the house, did not know how he had survived the night, he could clearly hear the footsteps coming from the room above his head, he could hear the laughter coming from the campfire, and even he saw some Chinese people laughing there in the campfire.

This is a clear [***] team! Thinking that the Qing [***] team had called, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but before he could lift it halfway, he collapsed in despair, and he found himself now in an extremely dangerous situation - in enemy territory!

(To be continued)