"Damn, these bastards also know how to run, they have the ability to kill Lao Tzu, drive us into the Yellow River, even if Lao Tzu feeds the carp, he admires that you are a crowd. What is it now, a bunch of cowards, bastards who bully the soft and fear the hard, and are completely incompetent! ”

Han Fuyu looked at the Ma Jiajun army in the distance, he jumped and scolded bitterly, but the more he scolded, the more it meant that he was afraid in his heart, and he almost couldn't hold it anymore. Of the more than 4,000 subordinates, only a little over 2,000 remained, and hundreds of wounded, all of whom died.

The proportion of casualties was as high as about 30%, and before the war, Han Fuyu repeatedly told these soldiers that the ferocity of the Ma family army would never be soft on the infidels, and once captured, life would be worse than death. It is this kind of brainwashing indoctrination, coupled with the natural danger of the Yellow River, that allows Han Fuyu to survive.

But even so, his troops were on the verge of collapse, and after Ma Jiajun retreated, almost everyone sat on the ground, not wanting to move.

"Brigade commander, you said that this Ma Jiajun weishenme retreated, why can't I understand?" Zhang Zizhong, the commander of the cavalry battalion, couldn't help but ask.

Han Fuyu sneered and said, "I guess Feng Jun made a move, Lan Shuai will do what he says, and he will do it." Since the telegram of the crusade against the Ma Jiajun was sent, it is impossible to let them go, looking at the meaning of the Ma Jiajun, it seems that the back road has been attacked, and it is not even possible to keep the nest. ”

When Zhang Zizhong heard this, he was also surprised, and hurriedly asked: "Brigade commander, this Feng army is so powerful, you can hit it?" ”

Han Fuyu smiled slightly: "Brother, people can compete with the great powers, of course the military is powerful, and the northern part of Ningxia is next to Suiyuan and Outer Mongolia, which is the territory of the Feng army." Ma Jiajun dared to transfer the main force. If you don't get beaten, it's simply intolerable! ”

Han Fuyu's face was proud, acting as hindsight, and he was laughing at Ma Jiajun's stupidity. However, Zhang Zizhong was thoughtful on the side, this Fengjun is so powerful, it is really desirable.

It is indeed as Han Fuyu expected, Ma Jiajun was indeed beaten, and it was the kind of one blow that would kill, after taking Pingluo, Feng's army was only sixty kilometers away from Ningxia Province. The main force of the Ma family's army, which is still in the central guard, is 200 kilometers away, and even if the horses are exhausted to death after marching desperately, it will take two or three days.

Obviously, Rong Zhen is very aware of this situation, and he will not give Ma Jiajun this time. He wants to use the fastest time to take the wall of Ningxia Province. completely cut off the roots of Ma Jiajun.

Feng's army successfully seized Pingluo. They went all the way south along the Yellow River, and in order to ensure the speed of the march, the Feng army had already done their homework, and after occupying Pingluo, they gathered all the sheepskin rafts.

The so-called sheepskin raft is a unique means of transportation on the Yellow River, and the sheep are slaughtered from the neck. Then the whole skin is plucked off completely, dried in the sun, and then tied to a shelf to make a simple raft. The small sheepskin raft is made of a dozen sheepskins. It can sit on four or five people, and the big ones can have hundreds of sheepskins and can carry more than ten tons.

This weight was already enough to transport heavy artillery and even armored vehicles, and Rong Zhen collected hundreds of sheepskin rafts, and after modification, twenty medium-sized rafts were made, and all the guns of the heavy artillery battalion were loaded. There were also four larger rafts with four tanks, and the rest of the sheepskin rafts were used to transport shells and ammunition.

With these sheepskin rafts, the pressure on the Feng army was much easier, otherwise in the long yellow sand, whether it was artillery or tanks, it would be extremely easy to be damaged. If Feng Jun had given everything he had, he might still be able to complete this difficult work, but Rong Zhen was only a partial division and did not have this resource at all.

But fortunately, Ningxia relied on the Yellow River, providing them with great convenience, and the heavy equipment could quickly keep up, with the support of heavy artillery, they flattened Li Gangbao, and approached Xiejiabao, as long as they were ahead, they would reach the periphery of Ningxia.

However, it was the bombers who were faster than them, and eighteen bombers took off from the temporary airfield in Pingluo and flew towards the provincial wall. Of the eighteen bombers, only six carried bombs, and the other four all carried leaflets.

This is not to connive at the Ma Jiajun, after all, this is a civil war, the Feng army cannot be wiped out, and there are also a large number of Han people in Ningxia City, it is impossible to bomb indiscriminately as soon as they come up, not only to take into account the reputation, but also to win the support of the people in the center of the city to the center.

When the bomber group reached the sky over Ningxia, most of the soldiers and civilians in the city had never even seen an airplane, let alone how to deal with the bombing. As soon as they saw the huge group of planes in the sky appearing and obscuring the sky, they were all frightened, and some even fell directly to the ground and kept kowtowing.

The bombers flew over the city, and then dropped all the leaflets, and the pieces of paper fell to the ground, and many people scrambled to pick them up to see what was on them.

Most of these people don't know how to read, so they can only find literate people to read to them.

"The people of Ningxia, Ma Jiajun instigated rebellion, the crime cannot be punished, follow the rebellion and die dead, repent, there is still a way to survive, within half a day, all leave the provincial wall, otherwise the jade will be burned!"

The gentleman finished reading in a low voice, and the others were still unimpressed, and at this time, the six bombers loaded with bombs had arrived in the center of Ningxia. There was originally a Guandi temple here, and after Ma Fuxiang occupied it, he demolished the dilapidated Guandi temple and rebuilt a green temple, and a large number of believers came here to worship.

The bomber flew over the splendid temple at a low altitude, and since Ma Jiajun had no air defense at all, the pilot could arrogantly suppress the bomber, and the altitude was even lowered to 200 meters below. The two bombs were dropped violently, and after the dropping, the planes quickly lifted into the air, turned around and left, and the follow-up planes did the same, dropping all the bombs in turn.

A violent explosion rang out, and five bombs landed on the top of the temple and the others in the surrounding area. These five bombs were also enough to cause a terrible effect.

The strong shock wave turned the carved beams into a pile of ruins in an instant, and the vast hall and the beautiful garden pool were all swept away, and the green glazed tiles were shattered to the ground.

With the sound of the explosion, the flames also rose into the sky, enveloping everything in it, and the flames soared, burning everything mercilessly, and the elders in the temple were bombed before they knew what was going on.

The broken pillars, the shattered roofs, all fell on them, many of them had their heads smashed on the spot, their bodies thrown into the rubble, and then they were engulfed in flames, and they all died on the spot.

Six bombers destroyed the temple in an instant, and the most determined believers were all red when they saw this situation, and they poured out one after another, rescuing the trapped people from the ruins and fire, and some young people simply picked up their guns and joined the side of the Ma Jiajun, shooting into the air continuously, the bombers were already far away, and they were still venting the anger in their hearts.

However, there were not many of these hysterics, and most of the soldiers and civilians felt sincere fear, and the threat of the Feng army was not illusory, but imminent. If they don't listen to the orders of the Feng army, they should quickly withdraw from the city, for fear that the next ones to be destroyed will be their homes, and the ones who will die will be their relatives.

Therefore, the morale of the army in the city was shaken in an instant, and a large number of people wanted to escape from the city, and it was Ma Hongbin who was responsible for the defense of Ningxia.

He also got the news that Pingluo was captured, and after getting this information, Ma Hongbin was almost stupid, he stiffened, and a cool breath poured from the soles of his feet to the top of his brain. He knew very well that the north gate of the provincial wall had been lost, and Ningxia was already in danger, but Ma Fuxiang took away the elite troops again, and he only had more than 3,000 people in his hands, and the rest were all militias.

Ma Hongbin, who had regained a trace of composure, made three preparations, first of all, he wanted Ma Fuxiang to ask for help, so that he could return to the aid as quickly as possible, and in addition, he ordered the defenders of Li Gangbao and Xie Jiabao to make sure that they must defend with all their strength and not retreat. Zuihou Ma Hongbin calculated the time again, he knew that Ma Fuxiang would be able to come back in at least three days, and Feng Jun might be killed in more than a day.

Therefore, he must fight against Feng Jun independently for two days, so that he can have a glimmer of life, Ma Hongbin also felt a heavy pressure, if the opponent is replaced by someone else, he may still be sure, but Feng Jun made a move, where would he dare to be lucky.

Ma Hongbin organized all the militia groups, and then went to the elders of several sects, hoping that they would come forward and call on the believers to help defend the city and fight to the death with the Feng army!

While he was discussing with several elders at the headquarters, Fengjun's bombers bombed the temple into ruins, killing and wounding countless people, and the eyes of these elders all showed great horror. Don't look at them to encourage believers to be martyred, but these upper echelons are not willing to lose their lives easily, no matter where they are.

The eldest elder asked worriedly, "Chief Ma, do you have any way to deal with the plane?" ”

Ma Hongbin's face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment, and he could only grit his teeth and say, "I will arrange manpower to try my best to deal with these planes." ”

Hearing that Ma Hongbin was not sure, the elder couldn't help but say: "Chief Ma, how sure are you that you will win, once the odds of victory are too low, let the Feng army enter the city, I'm afraid that it will be difficult for us to protect it!" ”

Just when they were at a loss, his officers ran in in a panic: "Report to the sir, there are a large number of people in the city who want to flee, and ask us to open the city." ”

"Bastard!" Ma Hongbin suddenly jumped like thunder: "What do they want to do, the trees are falling and scattered, do they want to take refuge in the new master, stop me, and no one is allowed to go!" ”

Just when Ma Hongbin was shouting, the staff officer also held the telegram and walked in in a panic, he changed his face and said a word next to Ma Hongbin's ear, after Ma Hongbin heard it, he was suddenly thundered and almost fell to the ground. (To be continued......)