Chapter 149: The Battle of the Jinghan Line (5)

In the backyard of Yuan's house, Yuan Shikai, who was sleeping, sat up suddenly, covered in cold sweat and had a nightmare just now, dreaming that he was escorted to the entrance of the vegetable market to ask for beheading, when the executioner raised the knife, Yuan Shikai woke up, and after being scared awake, he gasped heavily, and his face was pale. The fifth aunt beside her was also awakened, and when she saw this, she quickly reached out to help stroke her chest: "Master, what's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, I had a nightmare." Seeing that the time was already five o'clock in the morning, Yuan Shikai frowned slightly, and after a while, he said, "It's up." ”

Yuan Shikai has a wife and nine concubines, taking turns on duty, except for the ninth aunt who is too fashionable, half of the phenomenon of being returned, and the other wives and concubines can sleep with them in accordance with the rules. Some literati wrote essays criticizing his fifth aunt for being too fornicated with his subordinates, so as to humiliate Yuan Shikai, which is somewhat suspected of catching wind and shadows and making things up.

After getting up, Yuan Shikai's uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger, and he finished washing up under the service of the fifth aunt and went straight to the study. Last night, Duan Qirui called and reported on the adjustment of the battle arrangement. Yuan Shikai is noncommittal about this, and Yuan Shikai will not command indiscriminately when he disposes of the opportunity.

Li Yuanhong was awakened by the sound of cannons, and after getting up, he put on his clothes and rushed to the window. Fang Jianxiong finally made a move, and Li Yuanhong sat back in his chair with a depressed expression. The mood is very complicated, no matter who wins or loses, the three towns of Wuhan probably have nothing to do with themselves.

Song Jiaoren didn't sleep all night, and when the cannon sounded, Song Jiaoren was stunned. This time, regardless of the outcome of the victory or defeat, the league will be a spectator. This is a war that may well determine the future and destiny of the country. The Alliance is actually a spectator!

Duan Qirui in Xinyang was woken up by Xu Shuzheng, who sent the telegram, and when he got the telegram, Duan Qirui was relieved. Immediately he became nervous again, and the telegram said: At five o'clock, the enemy bombarded with heavy artillery fire, and there were bombs in Caidian, Sanyanqiao, and Qingshan. It is not yet known the direction of the enemy's main attack.

Duan Qirui pinched the message, and the green tendons in his hands were exposed. Biting his lip, he didn't speak. After a while, he asked Xu Shuzheng: "You Zheng, where do you think Fang Jianxiong's main attack direction will be?" ”

Xu Shuzheng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what Chen Guangyuan, who is in charge of Xiaogan, thinks." Fang Jianxiong's troops in Hanyang were no more than four associations. The combat effectiveness of the Hubei People's Army can at most be half of that of the Anhui Army. It is impossible for Li Yuanhong to send troops to reinforce the Fang clan, and with the troops in Chen Guangyuan's hands, he should be able to hold Hankou. Fortunately, the reinforcements were sent south in time. Otherwise, it will be a big problem. ”

In the Hanyang Headquarters, everyone was in a hurry, and some were almost trotting, and Fang Jianxiong habitually stood in front of the huge sand table, staring at it deadly. Fang Jianxiong's main direction of attack this time was Caidian, concentrating all of the Anyi Brigade and one regiment of Wang Jingluo's Brigade.

In this campaign, the biggest variable was the landing operation of the Tian Jiyang Brigade, and the navy concentrated one cruiser and 13 river ships to cover the landing of the Tian Jiyang Brigade.

Caidian direction. All the 75-caliber guns of the artillery regiments of the two divisions were concentrated, and the front-line positions of the Qing army were shrouded in a sea of fire. According to Caidian, it was mixed into the Eleventh Association, and it was combined with the civilian ships from Chapter 149 and laid with wooden planks. Also helping to build the bridge were the student death squads, led by Yang Xizhang to help transport the prepared wooden planks with large door panels. Originally, Fang Jianxiong did not agree to the student death squad to come up, but Yang Xizhang said that he was alive and dead. In the end, Fang Jianxiong nodded and agreed to the student soldiers to help send the planks, so that the student soldiers could also feel the atmosphere of the battlefield.

This time, the preparation time for artillery fire was unusually long, and it had to continue until the pontoon bridge was erected.

Qing artillery fire began to return fire, targeting the pontoon bridge that was stretching to the opposite bank. The sight in the early morning was not good, and the suppression effect of the artillery fire of the Qing army was average.

Fang Jianxiong, who stayed in the headquarters, felt more and more that Alexander, this was a battle that would determine his future and fate, and Fang Jianxiong felt that it was too uncomfortable to stay in the headquarters and wait for the result. I always feel that there is a mountain pressing on my heart, and the left and right commands have nothing to do with themselves, and they are completely handed over to the General Staff.

"Hamilton, I'll go to the front and take a look, you're in charge of commanding the whole army." Fang Jianxiong said to Hamilton beside him, and when he said that he was leaving, Hamilton stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Sir, this is your post, please stick to your post." ”

"Guy who doesn't know how to be flexible!" Fang Jianxiong muttered, went back to his room stupidly, and said loudly before entering the door: "I'll sleep first, I haven't slept all night." ”

The sound of the cannon continued, where did Fang Jianxiong sleep, holding the binoculars and standing in the window on the second floor and looking out. I don't know what I'm talking about.

The pontoon bridge is erected, God gives face, and the three towns of Wuhan, which are often filled with thick fog, are a good day today.

On the artillery position, the 75 guns continued to wreak havoc, and many of the artillerymen on the positions had already taken off their coats and were running back and forth in this early winter morning, shooting out the shells as fast as they could. After the war, the artillery of these two regiments was all replaced with barrels, and half of the shells of a boatload brought from Wuhu were fired out this morning.

Ma Jizeng in the command post had a hideous face, staring at the Anhui Greenskin Army who was crossing the river with a telescope. The 11th Mixed Association has always been the main force in the Beiyang Army, and the two battles of Hanyang have lost face. As a participant, Ma Jizeng hated the greenskins. When the Anhui army began the shelling, Ma Jizeng got up and rushed to the artillery camp without bothering to freshen up. Ma Jizeng ordered the artillery to counterattack, and the 57 guns equipped by the mixed association had a limited range and could not suppress the artillery fire on the opposite side. The only way to fire was to fire at the pontoon, but with little success. Fearing retaliation and suppression by the greenskin's artillery, Ma Jizeng ordered the shelling to stop and patiently waited for the Anhui greenskin to start crossing the river.

The Greenskin Army began to cross the river, Ma Jizeng ordered the artillery to open fire, and the troops marching to the middle of the river were suddenly hit by heavy artillery fire. An Yi immediately reacted, informing the artillery to suppress it.

Ignoring the possible suppression of artillery fire, Ma Jizeng ordered the artillery not to cease fire and continued to attack the Anhui army crossing the river with the most intense artillery fire. 57 shells continued to fall, and the water column on the river rose one after another. A shell fell on the side of the pontoon, blowing off a supporting post, and several Anhui troops fell into the river.

Wang Jizeng saw this scene with a telescope and couldn't help but smile proudly. But then he couldn't laugh, because the Anhui soldiers didn't fall into the river, but jumped off by themselves.

"Jiansheng, you can't stand it!" The one who took the lead in jumping into the river was Li Zongren, a student death squad, and next to him was fellow villager Bai Jiansheng. The pontoon bridge was blown up, and Li Zongren, who was helping to transport supplies across the river, immediately jumped into the river and lifted the inclined pontoon bridge with his shoulder. The student daredevils followed suit, falling into the water like dumplings and holding up the pontoon bridge with their shoulders.

In the Han River in December, the river water was cold, and Bai Chongxi, a southerner, felt that his bones were frozen. His lips were blue, and he trembled and shouted: "If you can't stand it, you have to stand it." ”

The engineer battalion quickly began to repair the smashed pontoon bridge, and a sapper was wielding a mallet to smash a stake, when a cannonball fell beside him, and he fell into the water without humming and was swept away by the torrent. The comrades-in-arms reacted immediately, one jumped into the water to save people, and the other silently took the hammer and continued to smash the pile.

Seeing this, the troops crossing the river could not help but be greatly encouraged, and their pace quickened.

"Rush over there, fuck it!" I don't know who shouted like this, and the soldiers who crossed the river collectively shouted neatly: "it!" ”

Ma Jizeng saw these in the telescope, and couldn't help but widen his eyes. But at this time, I didn't have time to think about it, so I immediately dropped the binoculars, came out and called the guards, and rushed to the front-line position with a battalion of reinforcements.

The Beiyang Army on the front-line position struggled for a long time under heavy artillery fire, and when the artillery fire weakened, the guns of the Beiyang Army rang out. Makqin's unique voice is quite harsh. Several soldiers who rushed to the front reached the ground, and the Anhui army, which was hit, immediately looked for cover and launched a counterattack on the spot.

The 11th Beiyang Army, which has suffered losses, has learned a lot now. The machine-gun positions were arranged more concealedly, almost as a dead end for the direct guns. However, this trick was not difficult for the Anhui army to overcome, and after discovering the machine gun position, the mortar quickly crossed the river and took position.

Wang Renjie really loves this new large-caliber mortar, which is detachable, and the barrel is carried by two people and runs. After crossing the river, machine guns on the positions of the Qing army became the main targets. Because of the best technology in using mortars, Wang Renjie, who was temporarily promoted to acting artillery company commander, immediately ordered the whole company to arrange positions. The reconnaissance squad reported the ruler, and the mortar positions were arranged.

A Maxim was still raging, and another warrior fell in the way of the charge.

"A test shot!" Wang Renjie ordered with red eyes, and with a bang, the large-caliber cannon was ejected, and there was an unusually loud bang after it landed. One shot missed, and after adjusting the ruler, nine heavy mortars fired a salvo.

The Makqin position on the position clearly saw the machine gun flying, and Wang Renjie grinned.

A special cannon sound appeared, and Ma Jizeng, who was leading the reinforcements, shook his legs, this sound was wrong. It's actually a large caliber.

Soon Ma Jizeng began to feel distressed, and the green-skinned shells in Anhui were like not asking for money, and they kept ringing like they didn't want money. On the position five hundred meters ahead, columns of smoke were constantly rising, and body parts were constantly splashing.

The 120 mortar, which was put into battle for the first time, was named the Hanyuan type. It means a new era of the Han family. For the first time, this new type of artillery showed its might, and the fierce artillery fire hit the Beiyang Army and howled wolf. When a shell falls, there is a large crater, and no one is spared within a few meters of it. (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )