It is difficult for anyone to maintain their demeanor in the storm, the small trees on the mountainside are destroyed and bent over, and the larger trees are also trembling branches and leaves in the wind and rain**. Ding Yi did not stay in the trenches any longer, he finally returned to the headquarters built by the guard company, several layers of logs overlapping the roof, and filled with leaves and sand, plus a layer of rubber rain cloth, such a fortification, should not have appeared in this era, but should be hundreds of years later, in Shangganling and other places, there is a need to prevent heavy artillery, anti-bombing, this kind of fortification will be born.

"Yuyuki, draft the order." Ding Yi's face was a little cold, and he said to Liu Ji unabashedly, "This time you may pretend to be forced to have an accident." But you don't have to persuade me again, even if I try again, I will make the same choice. Once you have drafted the order, you go back to Smyrna. ”

Liu Ji wanted to say something, but was quickly stopped by Ding Yi shaking his hand: "There's no time to talk nonsense." ”

"Once I die here, I'll see you in the line. Since the date of Jiankun's succession, the royal family has not participated in any political activities of Taixi Daming. ”

"Wan An is the leader of the Thunder School; Du Ziteng as the leader of the conservative faction; Chen San as the leader of the republican organization; Liu Ji served as the leader of the people's livelihood organization. ”

"Let Liu Yiyi hand over my box to Wang Yue. Wang Yue will serve as chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. ”

"The prime minister is elected by the people, of course, it is not a universal suffrage, but an elective system, which we have decided a long time ago."

"The army is a permanent formation at the regimental level......"

Ding Yilin explained everything, and Cao Jixiang listened on the side, tears flowed down his eyes. This is an explanation of the aftermath!

"Go ahead." Seeing that Liu Ji had memorized it, Ding Yi took the text and looked at it correctly. He signed his name with a smile and stuffed it into Liu Ji's hand. patted him on the shoulder, "I won't go, drag the Ottoman army, for Wang Shichang's side, he will have one more chance to take Ankara down." ”

"In that case, Asia Minor, we can basically expel the Ottoman forces to Brusa and Nicaea."

'It's an opportunity for Bayezette. An opportunity to repeat his father's glory. ”

"But it's also an opportunity for Tessie Daming."

Liu Ji was in a hurry, and this person who had been patting sycophants all his life couldn't help gritting his teeth and said, "Sir! You're going to use a company of soldiers against a hundred thousand people! Where is this opportunity? Hurry up, sir! The disciple stayed here to supervise the army, and dragged the enemy army for a while, as long as he returned to Smyrna, we have cannons and machine guns, and the army of 100,000 is helpless! ”

Cao Jixiang also echoed: "Your Majesty! To hold back the Ottomans. You don't have to be here yourself! The old slave is stupid, and he also knows a little about military affairs, and in the past in southwest China, he also had a crossbow to do it! I would like to invite myself today. Defend this place for Your Majesty! ”

Dante Yi was obviously determined, and pulled Liu Ji with his backhand and lowered his voice. He said very sternly, "Remember, if my death is confirmed." Sofia must die of grief! Liu Ji wanted to say something, but Ding raised his hand and slapped him. He asked, "Remember?" At this moment, what are you talking about? ”

"Yes, disciple remembered." Liu Ji burst into tears for a while, "If Mr. has anything to say, Xigong Niangniang will die in grief!" ”

Ding Yi let out a breath and said to Cao Jixiang: "Bayezet is not so easy to deal with. ”

"If you don't make him feel absolutely sure, he'll hold back. Therefore, you have to leave enough decoy and erbium, and you have to let him have the ** to show his minions, you are here, you can't bear it. I'm not sure if I can handle it, but if we don't eat the Ottoman living forces, this battle will develop into a protracted war, which will be a big problem for us. ”

"If the country is constantly facing the threat of a big war, how can we talk about development?"

"Asia Minor must be decided by a war!"

Ding Yi stopped saying a word, waved his hand at Liu Ji, and motioned for him to leave for Smyrna quickly.

Then it's time to wait, to wait in the winter rains.

"In terms of military affairs, Shichang is the best." Ding Yi sat in the fortifications of the command post and said with a smile to Cao Jixiang, "Sencha." He looked at Cao Jixiang, who had a sad face, and said to him, "Old Cao, if you don't want us to lose this battle, you'd better cheer up, and don't pass on this feeling of despair to the officers and soldiers who are on point." ”

Cao Jixiang wiped the corners of his eyes and said with a forced smile: "Yes, yes, the old slave just let the rain blind." ”

But the rain always stopped, and when it did, the Ottomans began their attack, as Ding Yi expected. And the reason why Du Ziteng hated the black soldiers began to be infinitely prominent at this time, as the Eighth Division, which was more than two-thirds of the blacks, in just one morning, five companies collapsed.

The reason why they did not continue to collapse was that the rain was heavy again, and the Ottomans had to stop their offensive.

Wen Fatzi, who was the commander of the division, howled in the command headquarters of the position: "These Kunlun slaves should not wear military uniforms!" This is really a fucking monkey! How did Wang Shichang lead those six divisions to conquer Little Armenia! Then he angrily gave an order to the chief of staff to assemble all the officers and non-commissioned officers.

It was a crazy order, and a company he could get about twenty master chiefs and officers in all; and a battalion of about seventy men; A regiment can produce more than 200 old foundations of the Rong First Division; The entire Eighth Division can probably get close to two battalions of old foundation, of course, including military doctors, staff officers, logistics personnel, and so on.

"What about those recruits?" The chief of staff asked Wen Fatzi suspiciously.

Wen Fat slapped his fat cheek heavily: "Leave a deputy position in each battalion!" Other officers are selected from among the recruits. That's right, just let them die! Damn, it's the season, and you're still paying attention to a ball! If it goes on like this, the entire New Eighth Division will be finished, and if this side collapses, the New Seventh Division led by His Majesty will have no way out, do you understand? Hurry up and do it! I'm fat on top of a big thing! ”

Black soldiers, not everyone can afford to use them, and not everyone is Wang Yue.

At least Wen Fatzi thinks it's not good.

In the end, it was not as crazy as Fumiko described, there were four battalions of officers and sergeant majors, believing that their soldiers were up to the battle. The soldiers of these four battalions were mainly those trained by Yu Qian when he was the governor of the canal, regardless of casualties, and most of them were Caucasian Egyptians.

Therefore, the formation of these four battalions was still retained, and it was organized into a reorganized regiment by Wen Fatzi.

As a result, after a short two-hour battle, the new Eighth Division immediately disintegrated in fact, and its existing combat strength was a reorganized regiment and a reinforced battalion of the Rong First Division. There were also nearly 3,000 black soldiers who were close to being abandoned, led by a number of officers as auxiliaries.

Except for the battalion that was completely owned by the old foundation of the Rong First Division, which completed the assembly at noon, the other four battalions that retained the formation were already six or seven o'clock in the evening when they completed the redeployment.

"Shrink the defensive formation!" Wen Fatzi gave an order to the army commander who responded to the call in the wind and rain, "It is subject to the current defense line of the four-point battalion of the integrated regiment." Leave those alone! Let them die! No, no, what about their provisions? It's good, it's good that we didn't send it, so we can spend more time sticking to it, and by the way, let those break through! Let them break out! ”

Because of the torrential rain and unfamiliar terrain, when the signal soldiers arrived at the fortifications where the new Seventh Division was located, it was already past noon, and when the signal soldiers returned to Wen Fatzi with Ding Yi's order, it was already night.

Therefore, no matter how Ding Yi worded and sternly asked Wen Fatzi: "Stop the so-called reorganization immediately!" Calm the soldiers, hold the line, you have to believe that we will win, and the final victory will be ours! ”

And in this regard, the fat man smiled bitterly and asked the communication soldier to give a reply report, he used a title that he hadn't used for a long time, which can be said to be an disrespectful old name: "Young nephew, the fat man has no ability, our family really doesn't know how to appease these Kunlun slaves, they can't even understand the official language, and when facing the enemy, they can't even aim at all, they will only hide in the trench, raise the gun above their heads, and randomly hook the trigger...... Young nephew, not everyone can be lifted, and the fat man can only use this method to defend the back road for you. When he returned to Smyrna, the fat man was prepared to receive a qiē punishment. ”

"Actually, our family lied." After sending the communication soldiers to report to Ding Yi, Fat Man said to his chief of staff, "We don't know if we can return to Smyrna, even if I am a hard agent in the border town, I can't see the road ahead so clearly." ”

His chief of staff was a veteran who had followed Ding Yi from Guangxi, and after listening to Wen Fatzi's words, he was silent for a long time and said: "No matter what, we still have the machine gun squad that each regiment is assigned to, as well as the mortars of the division, and the ammunition is sufficient. Shiza, maybe you don't have to be so pessimistic. ”

"I hope so." Wen Fatzi waved his hand and stopped the conversation, he didn't want to talk anymore.

The rain had subsided in the darkest hour before dawn, and the abandoned battalion of a dozen or so black men, deprived of their master chiefs and junior officers, began their so-called breakout—they had their guns and ammunition confiscated on the grounds of concealment, carrying only sapper shovels and bayonets, and a day's worth of dry rations, and had crossed the trenches to launch an aimless attack on the Ottomans.

In fact, the black soldiers did not resist such orders, they did not care about charging at the command, a powerful enemy.

And to be able to drop the screeching pistol was also something they wanted.

It should be said that this was a premeditated abandonment, and the only officers of the dozen or so were separated from the unit immediately after the "breakout" began. Returned to the defensive positions of the 8th Division after the contraction.

They are all veterans of the Rong First Division, and most of them are veterans who followed Ding Yi in Guangxi and outside the Guan.

Perhaps they will never return to Smyrna, then they will guard their emperor.

"For the funeral of a great emperor, there should be enough martyrs." Bayeselli smiled as he watched his army reap the lives of the negroes with torches. (To be continued......)