Chapter 152: The Majesty of Mortars
This little girl looked only about ten years old, emaciated, covered with only a cloth of unknown color on her body, black and thin, and when you looked closely, you could still see the scars on her arms, which looked extremely miserable.
She spoke in Tibetan, Qiao Yu didn't understand at all, there were a few people who were familiar with the situation next to Qiao Yu took the initiative to introduce the situation, this little girl's name is Tsering Cangdu, a slave in a noble family, she is fourteen years old, but because of long-term malnutrition, it looks like she is only about ten years old, half a month ago, his father and brother ran to the warehouse of the master's house because they couldn't stand the hunger, stole some food to feed the dogs, and took it to their house to share with the family, and at this time it was discovered by others.
When it was Tsering's turn to make a decision, a little girl from the master's family took pity on her and asked to spare her, so she escaped with her surname, but the little girl still received dozens of whips.
As the rebellion intensified, the master of the family also participated in the rebellion, so he relaxed the care of the slaves, and Tsering Cangju took the opportunity to escape with a few other slaves, only to rush to the archery furnace, Tsering Cangju found out that Qiao Yu was a big official, and kept begging him to avenge her and kill the murderers of her father and brother.
The little girl stretched out her arms and showed Qiao Yu the shocking wounds on her body, Lu Wanqing saw this scene, there was a trace of tears flashing in the corners of her eyes, it was too miserable, Qiao Yu was also deeply shocked in his heart, he had long known the darkness of serfdom in Tibetan Province, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he still felt that it was better to be famous than to meet, this tumor must be removed, and he completely understood the meaning of Zhao Erfeng's words.
The little girl in front of them is just a microcosm of the millions of slaves, they have accumulated too much anger in their hearts, as long as they can lift the shackles on his body and let them live with dignity, they will definitely desperately support themselves.
"Wanqing, you take this little girl to the back for treatment, let her calm her emotions!"
Lu Wanqing nodded, and helped the little girl to go straight to the medical team behind, Qiao Yu also found Wu Tong, "Chief of Staff, it seems that these rebels are indeed doing bad things, according to those refugees, many Han compatriots have been expelled and slaughtered, we are in Tibet to protect these people, and we must not let them be harmed again, you now send a few advance teams as soon as possible, while fighting the rebels, while gathering the people, the large army will follow!" ”
Wu Tong nodded yes, and immediately sent a regiment of the first division plus an engineer battalion to set off together, as soon as possible to Batang, the commander is Liu Xiang, since the battle of Guizhou, Liu Xiang has been promoted one step further, became the commander of the regiment, at this time it is the time of high spirits, leading the advance army to move quickly, leaving the arrow furnace, and running directly to Batang.
The soldiers of the engineer battalion worked hard to repair the road to make way for the follow-up troops, while the rest of the soldiers dispersed into several squads and began to collect the refugees.
After the Sichuan army entered Tibet, the leader of the rebel army on the Sichuan side also knew the situation, and at this time he gathered tens of thousands of rebels around him, but after all, they were all rabble, and they could not quickly conquer Batang, nor did they have the certainty to resist the upcoming offensive of the Sichuan army.
And the most terrible thing is that these rebels have no discipline at all, especially after repeated siege failures, morale is low, and they have to rely on killing and looting to maintain the ferocity of the army, but in this way, not only the Han people are victimized, but even the Tibetan compatriots are also affected, and the blood dyes the snow area red, and this rebel army is also lost.
Del knew his predicament, and also knew that he had committed a lot of crimes, and he could only fight desperately, as long as he won everything, it would be easy to say, otherwise there would be only a dead end, so Del took the initiative to gather his most elite 3,000 cavalry together to launch an attack on the vanguard of the Sichuan army.
Soon this cavalry team quietly left from outside Batang City and marched east along the Ancient Tea Horse Road.
Liu Xiang led the advance army to march very fast, less than one hundred and fifty kilometers away from Batang, and he was cautious, knowing that this time in a completely unfamiliar area, it was necessary to strengthen the vigilance, so he sent a large number of sentries from afar to observe the situation, and in the afternoon, someone reported that a group of rebel cavalry quickly killed this side.
As soon as Liu Xiang heard that these rebels dared to take the initiative to attack him, it seemed that it was time for him to make contributions again, so he hurriedly ordered the soldiers to build positions and prepare for war with all their might.
Just when the Sichuan army finished building the position, Del arrived with the rebels, looked at the position of the Sichuan army from a distance, Del pouted, the terrain here is still relatively open, which is conducive to the deployment of cavalry, and the Sichuan army in front of him is less than a thousand people, and there is no artillery cover, it seems that the firepower must be very limited, as long as the speed of the cavalry can be brought into play, it can completely tear apart the simple position of the Sichuan army.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Del's mouth: "Listen, big guys, as long as we can defeat this Sichuan army, this Kang-Tibet land is ours, I will definitely not treat the big guys badly, how many votes are needed!" ”
Suddenly, these rebels were also stimulated and screamed, the saber in their hands was waved high, and they were very excited, and Del saw that the army's heart was available, and he was comforted a lot, since the rebellion, the Tibetan army has not found a bargain, and he thinks that this time he will be able to fight a beautiful victory.
With a wave of the sword, the rebels divided into two roads, like a pair of pincers, and pounced on the Sichuan army, thousands of horses ran, waving monstrous smoke and dust, and the ground seemed to shake, Liu Xiang saw this scene and sneered slightly, seeing that the cavalry team was only about 600 meters away from his position, Liu Xiang gave an order, and the machine guns of the Sichuan army took the lead in firing.
Six tongues of fire spit out, like the sickle of death, as long as they swept through and even the people and horses were all beaten into a sieve, like a storm, suddenly hundreds of cavalry were swept away, Del watched from the rear, and he also gritted his teeth for a while, these damn Han people's weapons are indeed sharp, and the dead and wounded are the henchmen of their own henchmen, but Del still has confidence in his heart, after all, his own troops have the advantage, and he hurriedly sent five hundred cavalry to rush forward.
These rebel knights had nothing to think about, and their only thought was to rush to the opposing position, and their companions fell, not caring, they were wounded, they didn't care, they rushed forward like a bunch of outlaws.
Only six machine guns still can't block all the roads, many of the surviving cavalry are only about 200 meters away from the position of the Sichuan army, this is Liu Xiang's order, let the mortars into the battle, these artillery can't wait for a long time, immediately began to load, and then the shells in the air through a beautiful arc, directly fell into the rebel cavalry ranks, the loud bang blew these rebel cavalry apart, crying dad and shouting mother.
Del's eyes were straight, he obviously didn't find that the Sichuan army was carrying artillery, so he dared to charge boldly with confidence, why did so many artillery come out now, which god could tell him what was going on, especially when he saw that these cannonballs were falling from the sky, Del even felt that this was a punishment from the gods and had abandoned his believers.
The leader is still like this, those cavalry are even more unbearable, and even some cavalry do not know how to charge, standing on the spot blankly, at this time the Sichuan army fired one after another, and a cluster of sparks bloomed in the cavalry ranks, every brilliant spark is harvesting life, these cavalry can not care about life and death, but it must be the value of death, so purely beaten, no one can stand it, and the crazy momentum has weakened by more than half.