"I'm more inclined to die than to live!"

When Zhang Jing answered, his eyes stared at the boss in front of him and said word by word.

"Death maximizes profits!"

His answer made Chen Moran close his mouth in surprise and nodded silently, as if he had understood everything.

Since Zhang Jing presided over the Second Detective Section, in Chen Moran's opinion, this talent has become more and more ruthless, and more and more suitable for this position, ruthless, decisive and ruthless, as early as when he robbed the batch of guns, it has been revealed, and now the work of the Second Detective Section has further released the dark side of his heart.

"The Shen Xin case occurred in Yanjing. Shen Xin was the main backbone of the uprising of the Tang Caichang Self-Reliance Army, and after the failure of the uprising, he went to Yanjing. In late April, he disclosed the seven demands of the Tsarist political axe on the three northeastern provinces, which triggered the anti-Russian movement of the students who stayed in the country, and on July 19 he was captured by the Qing political axe, and on the 31st he was killed in prison. The "Su Bao" case and the Shen Xin case completely exposed the cruelty and stupidity of the Qing political axe, and even Kang Liang felt very embarrassed, and they criticized the Qing political axe in the Su newspaper case, "did not hesitate to bow his head and ask for help from outsiders", "lost national power, insulted the national body, and brought humiliation on himself"; Shen Xin's "rod is hundreds, immortal, and hanged and killed." Savage and cruel, there is no human reason". ”

After a pause, Zhang Jing looked at the boss.

"So, boss, Zou Rong and Zhang Taiyan in "Su Report", it is more beneficial for us to die!"

"If you wish!"

Chen Moran shook his head.

"But I think sometimes, some people should survive."

After that, he opened the cigarette case of K gold and took out a special cigarette, this kind of cigarette is refined from tobacco leaves produced in Turkey by the tobacco factory in Pudong, just for those who are rich, Chen Moran likes this kind of cigarette, and the smell of the cigarette it smokes will give him a familiar feeling, like a few foreign cigarettes that he has smoked in later generations.

"At some point, we can kill people, even if it's a so-called ...... for profit."

Chen Moran, who was smoking a cigarette, did not finish speaking, but he knew that Zhang Jing could understand, in fact, sometimes he didn't mind killing people, as long as he needed to.

"They are alive and can play a greater role, starting from the "Su Report", in order to be able to extradite Zou Zhang, the two state criminals, they are fighting against the Manchus there through the court, and every word is propaganda revolution or platoon!"

Thinking that the meaning of revolution in this era is just "full", Chen Moran can't help but feel a little funny, if this is the case, then what is the difference between revolution and recovery? Thinking about it, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Then he continued.

"Well, today's report mentions that even a lotus root flour seller doesn't want to be a slave, and they all have a spoon in their hands to smoke that clue, which shows a problem!"

"The hearts of the people! The people's heart! ”

Zhang Jing answered softly, the boss vetoed the suggestion, although he was a little annoyed, but it was not worth worrying about the surnames of those two people.

Feeling that his neck was a little sore, Chen Moran turned his head back and forth a few times, felt a rattling sound from his neck, and then spoke.

"Now the nation is awakening day by day, just like Li Laosi in the palm stall, if it continues to develop like this, when we revolt, we can gain the support of the people, with the support of the people, even if it is only limited support, it will help us win this war!"

Biting his lower lip, Chen Moran stared at Zhang Jing without blinking.

"So, we have to intensify something further!"

"Intensification?"

"That's right, the current contradiction is a historical contradiction, do you want to turn the historical contradiction into a realistic contradiction?"

Nodding in agreement, Zhang Jing thought for a while.

"Yes, boss!"

Perhaps the meaning of the liberation is to let the people no longer be slaves of the Manchu Dynasty, but in Zhang Jing's view, some people must be slaves, just like himself, in fact, from the first time he became the knife in the hands of the boss, he understood that he did not have any place to rely on, only the trust of the boss, and what to use to gain the trust of the boss, that is, slave-like loyalty.

And he also understands that maybe the boss doesn't like the slave surname, but he doesn't refuse the kind of servile loyalty to him, anyone is like this, and often people like the boss who become big things also need such a person, and Zhang Jing knows that only by becoming this kind of person can he keep his current life and status.

"What about the end side? We were always available to ...... if the owner needed it"

"It's not necessary now, all his current energy is led by the "Su Bao" case, let him jump up and down and beg those consuls to go! Killed a Duanfang, maybe there will be someone who will come out of Duanyuan. ”

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Moran finally made the right decision.

"All you need to do is keep an eye on him and make sure he gets the news before he thinks it's against us, and the other thing is to do a good job in the Green Camp and the New Army, and if there's going to be an uprising, it's best to bring them over!"

On the one hand, Chen Moran hoped that when he revolted, it would be as smooth as this, but on the other hand, he hoped that his own uprising would evolve into a "governor turned Chengdu governor" in the end, and the fruits of victory must not be robbed by others.

"In the next few months, the Second Detective Department will be responsible for transporting guns, bullets, and artillery to the provinces, only the Whampoa Academy is our people, once there is an uprising, we must not only ensure that we win, but also ensure that the fruits of victory belong to us!"

"Please rest assured, boss, Zhang Jingding will do his best to ensure the transportation of weapons and ammunition!"

Chen Moran walked to the half-arched window, looked up at the sky through the glass window, the sky was already overcast, and it was another summer rain, maybe it would be a storm.

"This dark cloud is not good, let's start quickly."

It was overcast, and there was a faint rumble of thunder in the distance.

"Did the arms go to the north?"

Under the bleak moonlight, the old man's mountain was an unsettling darkness, in the darkness, the neighing laments of horses echoed on the mountain road, the soldiers with guns on their backs dragged their heavy steps, all of them were dejected, all of them were gone, a month ago, when they set off from Changchun, some were only tired after being dragged and run for a month in the grasslands and mountains on the left flank of Horqin.

If any Russian reporter had seen this unit now, he would probably never believe that this tattered and mud-stained unit, exhausted by officers and men, was the 96th Infantry Regiment, which had set out from Changchun 32 days earlier.

Tsvigon on horseback? Viscount Semyon will also disappear the appearance of the handsome boy, the white military uniform has turned muddy yellow like the soldiers, the beard that used to be shaved every day has grown more than an inch long, the messy beard, bloodshot eyes, and haggard face all show that he is extremely tired.

After running back and forth along the mountain road on horseback for two laps, the tired appearance of the soldiers made Yesov understand that the troops must rest, and rode to the side of the regiment commander, he did not salute, this is an experience summed up after 27 days of dealing with the anti-Russian volunteers, never salute, otherwise it will be discovered by the disturbing volunteers, and he will be shot.

"Mr. Regiment Commander, it's time for the troops to rest!"

Although he was already exhausted, Zvigon shook his head weakly after looking around.

"Let's go a little further, there should be a valley ahead of us, and it should be suitable for camping!"

It's good for camping, and it's good for being harassed!

27 days ago, the first time they were attacked by the volunteers during the march, the other side only swept dozens of shots with machine guns, and from that day the nightmare began, they chased for 27 days, every day they felt like they were about to catch the main force of the volunteers, but they seemed to be able to catch each other forever, the Chinese fled, they chased, and so fled and pursued, and the two troops caught 27 days of hiding.

During the daytime march, no bullets could be found, mines under the feet, and small ambushes from time to time made everyone's nerves collapse to the tightest, and at night, just before they were about to sleep, a few sudden shells would fall accurately into the camp, and the casualties caused by this disturbance were not large, and the attrition was less than two hundred. But the real nightmare is that you can never rest, and you will always crumble your nerves to the extreme, just like everyone's spirit is broken now.

My only wish is to have a good night's sleep and a quiet meal.

"It's coming!"

Listening to the boiling horses in the valley, Lin Yanzhi's heart was excited, and the light machine gunner beside him also set up a machine gun, he glanced at the U-shaped valley, and at a distance of four kilometers from each end of the valley, two companies were deployed, each with a machine gun platoon, if you are lucky...... Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he opened the safety of the pistol and began to wait for the order.

Bonfires were lit in the valley, and by the light of the fires you could see the exhausted Russian officers and soldiers, most of whom were lying or sitting on the rocks and grass.

"Maybe as soon as your ass hits the ground, you'll fall asleep!"

Liang Xin, who was holding a rifle in the foxhole and aiming at the high pillar of the valley, said, this is what he experienced in the afternoon, it would be almost as soon as the foxhole was dug up, and as soon as the covering board was covered, the man fell asleep in the pit.

The two companies of the 2nd and 3rd battalions, like these old hairymen, took them around in circles on the steppe and in the mountains, the Russians are tired, they will only be more tired, a little slower, maybe even lose their lives!

"Have you sent a police post?"

"Yes sir!"

"Did you search the mountains on both sides?"

"Yes sir!"

"OK ......"

One question after another came out of Zvigon's mouth, there is no place in the mountains that is safe, especially after 20 raids today.

"Let the soldiers ......"

Before the words fell, there was a sudden swishing sound in the air, and the nerves, numb from exhaustion, seemed to be unfamiliar with this sound, and just when Zvigon remembered what this familiar sound was, a continuous explosion sounded in the valley, and dozens of orange-red explosions exploded hundreds of thousands of cast iron fragments, harvesting life in the valley.

The next moment the gunshots rang out, and looking from the valley towards the halfway up the mountainside, you could clearly see one after another orange bright spots that appeared from time to time, and there were some foot-long gun flames.

"The 189th Battalion Builds a Defensive ......"

From the moment the battle began, Tsvigon clearly felt that this attack was different from the previous ones, but in just a few minutes, several rounds of shells were fired in quick succession, and the sound of gunfire was far more dense than any previous attack.

"Sir, we're surrounded!"

Yesov, who was hiding behind a boulder, shouted nervously.

The Chinese bullets shot fiercely into the valley with the sound of tearing the air, hitting the stones only a little rubble, and for a time the powerful fire pressed these Russians could not raise their heads at all.

The shells that fell one after another, although not dense, were dozens of rounds in each round, and counting the explosions of each round, Yesov made a judgment.

"We are surrounded by at least two divisions of Chinese!"

"There can never be so many troops for them!"

Tsvigon shouted, during the 27 days of pursuit, through the information obtained from those Mongols, it had already been concluded that the brave army was at most about 1,000 people, two divisions...... He glanced around, was it possible?

But this cannon.

No less than thirty shells were fired in a single round, with an interval of 5 to 6 seconds between each round, and Zvigon also began to mentally use the opponent's artillery to calculate the number of enemies surrounding him.

The result of the calculations was brutal, it was possible to fire so many shells from at least two divisions of the enemy.

After agreeing on the answers, Yesov and Zvigon looked at each other and read a message in each other's eyes. Just as a message was being read, the explosion suddenly intensified, and the valley became a sea of fire.

Shaking his buzzing head, Tsvigon looked at Yesov.

"There must be no surrender! The Europeans must not surrender like the Asians! Leaving one battalion to block, the 190th and 191st battalions immediately retreated! ”

The occasional bullet that crossed his head made Shao Lingwu's head sweat, and a few bullets hit his foxhole, which only made his heart tighten, and the soldiers who were shooting from their rifles nearby had already begun to put the bayonets that had been inserted in the pit onto the bayonets when they pressed the bullets.

"They want to withdraw!"

By the light of the explosion, seeing that the Russian troops in the valley were trying to retreat to the left, Lin Yanren frowned.

"Order the troops to charge!"

When the two red signal flares dragged the fiery red into the night sky, the piercing charge horn sounded, and the next second, the officers and soldiers of the first battalion who were originally clinging to the foxhole suddenly jumped out of the foxhole, shouting and rushing towards the valley, and the Russian troops who were resisting by stones or trees were surprised to see the incredible scene.

The Chinese who rushed up seemed to be full of confidence in victory, they were a group of more than a dozen people, and a group was divided into two teams, when charging, the rifle that should have been tilted up, was carried between them in the left hand, they did not seem to charge, but running, in the crowd of charging with rifles, there were also some people holding machine guns with tongues of fire, when rushing to a distance of more than thirty meters, the original Chinese who were charging suddenly stopped, and in the next moment, with them waving their arms, a black shadow fell in the night sky, The barely constructed defensive line was torn apart by the two rounds of bombs in an instant.

At the moment when the defense line was torn apart, the rifle suddenly returned to their hands, and the originally slightly paused charge resumed the charge again, and the Chinese with the rifle with the bayonet roared and threw themselves into the bombed Russian defense line with a fierce face, although the Russians are tall and large, and they have an advantage in height, the Russian army is often scattered and fighting separately when fighting, while the attacking volunteers are less than two people, and more than three people.

"Kill!"

With a muffled cry in his voice, Gao Zhuliang leaned over his rifle and stabbed left to push away the bayonet of the Russian soldier in front of him, the comrade on his right roared, and took a step forward with his front foot, and the bayonet stabbed straight up from the right rib, as smooth as training on the training ground.

In the face of a group of two or three volunteers, often when the Russian soldiers blocked the stabbing in the front, when two bursts of shouts sounded on both sides, two bayonets might even pierce his body at the same time, and stabbing has always been a technical job.

When the valley was boiling, and the Chinese and Russian soldiers were engaged in a white-knuckle battle with the most primitive hand-to-hand combat, in the mountain pass, in the three well-concealed machine gun fortifications, the machine gunners were engaged in a massacre, although they had also strafed in the past, but never as smooth as now, the enemy who desperately retreated from the mid-mountain strafing position along the pass was far more efficient in hitting the target plate than they had in the past at the front of the range.

The platoon commander with a telescope machine gun, looking at the Russian troops who tried to rush through the blockade at the pass, looking at the corpses that were thrown down, only a few people escaped from the blockade line when the machine gun changed magazines and barrels, and he couldn't see any joy on his face, which made him no longer worry about whether he could block the Russians, but easily took out a piece of paper from the leather bag on his waist.

In the roar of the machine gun, he used the light of a flashlight to make a table with a leather bag on his lap, and took a pencil to draw the connection between the pass and the machine gun position, under which the machine gun position and the area with the most dead bodies formed a slope of about 35 degrees.

In order to make sure, he picked up the telescope again and looked closely, and under the light of the moon, he could clearly see this "death" bevel, and the facts in front of him told him to shoot at the charging enemy from the flank with a machine gun, and the enemy was unable to escape.

"Corpses within the slope, if ......"

With the pen in hand, he added another machine-gun emplacement on the opposite side of the pass, and then two machine-gun emplacements, forming a cross-inclined plane.

"Thirty-five ...... of the Shooting Circle"

The pen drew two firing fans between the two machine gun support points, and the firing fans overlapped each other in a certain position, and the rain of bullets in this area was undoubtedly the most dense!

"If two machine guns are fired on the left and right flanks, forming crossfire, it must be an impregnable copper wall. If all the charging enemy troops rushed into the crossfire net, then that...... The charge will turn into suicide! ”

As if he had caught a glimpse of the scythe of death, he stared at the sketch in his hands, speechless for a while, and then a wanton laugh suddenly rang out in the machine gun fortifications.

At this time, the MJ02 light machine gun, which was set up on a light tripod and fed with a 50-round magazine, was still roaring, and the machine gunner was still dutifully harvesting his life.

(To be continued)