Gray clouds, slowly moving from south to north, the sun is dim, the weather is cold, giving people a sense of desolation and loneliness.

Outside Xinmin City, the yellow fields on both sides of the Liao River lie lonely. In the woods, which were beginning to wither, the magpies screamed in horror and flew around in terror. In the air, a snake eagle hovers in the air, perhaps because it has lost its direction to fly south to winter, this snake eagle will stay in the ice and snow of this Kanto, it will hover in the air to find a target, but when he sees the movement on the ground, it will fly away quickly.

At the end of the first month, when the south of the Yangtze River has shown some greenery, the land of Kanto is still a piece of ice and snow, even a little colder than the wax moon, and there is no trace of the appearance of the first month hitting the spring.

The northwest wind was rampant for two days and two nights, and in the evening, there was a deathly quiet between heaven and earth, so quiet that it was terrifyingly suffocating. Looking up at the sky, the lead-gray clouds hung low and stagnant, and the sky seemed to slowly sink, becoming one with the vast earth. However, it did not sink after all, and at some point, it was torn into countless pieces by a light wind, and it fell down, and it was another heavy snowfall.

The snow came and went quickly, and the snow after an hour stopped, and on the Liao River at sunset, the snowflakes were blown by the wind and swirled on the solid ice nearly two feet thick, just like the Russian whirling dance, the snowflakes swirled, like a whirling elf.

When the elves are dancing on the ice, on the west bank of the Liao River, a low white snow wall stretches between the river and the dam, and there is a snow wall stretching along the reverse slope behind the low dam.

The trench was built by the volunteers when they crossed the Liao River, this is the standard trench that meets the specifications of the trenches of the Liberation Army, the trench is five feet deep, the breast wall is five feet thick, and the height is one foot two, there are front machine gun forts every 100 meters, there are mortar forts two hundred meters behind the trenches, and the second trench is connected to the second trench three hundred meters behind the trench.

Tie Gangcheng, squad leader of the fourth squad of the third battalion of the 139th Regiment of the 52nd Division of the Chinese Imperial Guards, and the soldiers of one of his squads were stationed in the shelter of the trenches...... The Anti-Russian Volunteers at least ceased to exist in terms of organization, and with the establishment of the empire, the Volunteers accepted the "Zhao'an" and were reorganized into part of the Imperial Guards of China.

The wooden roof of the shelter is covered with four or five feet of thick soil, the shelter is three meters wide and six meters long, it is the bunker of an infantry squad, and like any field shelter, the conditions here are extremely simple, except for the fire cage and passage in the middle, the wicker bed is covered with thick wheat straw by adobe bricks, and the soldiers sit on the bed, and the empty ammunition box is their dining table, and at the end of the shelter, except for a dozen neatly stacked ammunition boxes, there is a portrait of His Majesty hanging on the earthen wall.

"What the fuck is this fighting? It's the first time I've come! ”

Zhang Bo, who was reclining in the grass nest in the shelter, stared at the steaming kettle with his eyes and said angrily.

"It's a sit-down battle, the latest!"

Li Tianfeng, who was sitting next to him, said.

"Sit-down battles? Ours is sitting here in silence? ”

Zhang Bo patted the rifle in his hand, the rifle was a German-made Mauser, but it was a Chinese caliber, the only sharp bullet in the world.

"Let's be soldiers, it's the fucking ones who come to fight! This old Maozi and Xiao Yue were jubilant on our territory, let's squat and watch from afar, except for his mother's empty gun, it was his mother who watched those refugees who dragged their families and mouths retreat to this refugee camp, we are still the imperial guards of that door? ”

Ma Guozhong, the shooter who was wiping the MJ-02 light machine gun, was rubbing the gun vigorously while complaining to himself.

"Hurry! Wait until those foreign devils hit us, and then they will be able to look good, and let those foreign devils see how powerful our cold baby is! ”

The squad leader Tie Gangcheng was wiping his bayonet there, passing the time in the "battlefield", no more than in the barracks, there was training in the barracks, but in this trench, in addition to running along the trench to maintain physical fitness, all they could do was to wipe their guns, over and over again.

Zhang Bo blinked his red eyes, looked at the squad leader, and sighed.

Li Tianfeng felt that Zhang Bo's mood was not good, so he stabbed the bayonet in his hand the frozen soil wall of the shelter, and the bayonet only pierced more than two inches deep, and the frozen soil was behind it.

"Our bayonets, bullets, we won't be out of here! Sooner or later, one day, we will definitely fight across the Liao River! ”

"Fought the Liao River? You kid didn't dream! ”

Ma Guozhong, who was wiping the machine gun, almost didn't laugh out loud.

"Even the volunteers who crossed the Liao River have withdrawn, and we have also fought the Liao River, you kid must have dreamed of mutton noodles and had hysteria!"

As he spoke, there was a buzzing sound in the air.

"Squad leader, squad leader, look, it's another plane!"

The curtain of the grass gate that sheltered from the cold was suddenly lifted, and the big head with a dogskin hat poked up and shouted.

Zhou Yuliang, who was originally resting on the ammunition box, jumped up suddenly, did not wear an overcoat, not even military boots, and rushed out of the shelter directly wearing a pair of self-made straw slippers.

"The dog said that it is a group of cold babies who have never seen the world!"

Seeing the appearance of his comrades-in-arms rushing out to see the plane, Li Tianfeng, who had read it for several years, held back his laughter and asked the squad leader.

"Ugh! Squad leader, to be honest, why do I think this thing is weird, as long as the plane is clear, it will fly towards Fengtian without a life, we haven't declared neutrality until now, do you think we will smoke him from the back of the old man's ass, a cold board! ”

Tie Gangcheng, who was lying in the grass nest, listened to Li Tianfeng's words, was stunned for a moment, and then replied.

"Fuck it, when the time comes, let's let Lao Maozi see how powerful our Shaanxi Lengwa is!"

With ruthlessness in his words, the bayonet in his hand slammed into the empty magazine in front of him, and the bayonet pierced through the magazine.

After the plane disappeared in the air, Zhang Bo did not return to the trenches, but walked on the river dam, and the whistle made when the cold wind blew through the frozen treetops, like the sad and angry whispers of the refugees who had lost their homes in the refugee camp, they seemed to be asking the officials and soldiers to protect them, but now? But the big guy is nesting in this nest like a wreck.

After a while, it was dark, and the night sky dotted with stars could occasionally be seen among the clouds, compared to being in a shelter where the sky could not be seen and the body could not stand upright, at this time, Zhang Bo's greatest fear was to be like on the training ground in Shaanxi, holding up the rifle in his hand, shouting to kill the enemy and inserting the bayonet into their chests on the battlefield of Pingchuan. Thinking of this, Zhang Bo held a rifle in one hand, grabbed a ball of snow from the ground with the other, and threw it towards the frozen Liao River, looking at the frozen river, he had only one thought in his heart.

"If I cross the Liao River, I am willing to die."

Xinmin City, with the arrival of the headquarters of the Second Army of the Imperial Guard, has long been a military camp, although it is night, but on the streets of Xinmin City, the sound of military boots still continues to echo, patrols with loaded guns are on guard on the streets, and occasionally the barking of military dogs echoes in the night sky.

In front of the headquarters of the Second Army Corps, more than a dozen white-painted F02 cars were parked on the street, black smoke was emitting from the chimneys of the small generators in the headquarters compound, and the dense telephone lines in the air were spreading in all directions outside the city along the temporarily buried telephone lines, the ringing of the telephones in the lobby echoed from time to time, the staff officers walked back and forth in the lobby, and on a large sand table map, the officers kept inserting the Russian and Chinese national flags on the sand table.

Compared with the bustle in this lobby, in the daring headquarters next door to the lobby, Lin Yanren, who was wearing a tea-green military uniform, was standing there, and behind his desk, there was an officer about thirty years old with a grim expression, and the big fur collar of his woolen coat blocked his officer.

"Director!"

Xiao Xinren pointed to the chair in front of him, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

"Sit down! Don't be so restrained, you are a lieutenant general, and I am also a lieutenant general, at most, I will give it a few days earlier than you! ”

"Yanren is fortunate to have listened to the teachings of the director, the director is Yanren's teacher, Yanren does not dare to be disrespectful!"

Lin Yanren's slightly thin melon seed face did not show the usual cynicism, and some were just respectful from the bones.

"You kid,"

Staring at the melon seed face that is rarely seen in men, Xiao Xinren smiled, he knew why this kid pretended to be respectful, he was not from the lineage, but he was in military merit, and it was impossible for His Majesty to remove him, in front of him, he naturally wanted to pretend to be a grandson, in the past few months, he was not just pretending to be a grandson, he was simply pretending to be a mix, this mix was for self-preservation, and even a little self-defilement.

"Let's report on the current battle situation in the Mukden area!"

Lin Yanren hurriedly walked to the map.

"Director, since January 25, the Russian army was defeated in the counterattack on Heitaigou, and the commander of the Russian Second Army fled all the way to St. Petersburg, the army has continuously launched a series of attacks on the first army on the left flank of the Russian Fengtian defense line, the Second Army of the Russian Army may face the crisis of being outflanked by Nogi in the next few days......"

"That means the time is ripe!"

"Director, it's about to mature!"

"Are your troops ready?"

(To be continued)