Before the arrival of the signal troops, Ding Yi used a telescope to observe the fire in the direction of the New Eighth Division, and he probably guessed the situation of the battle. Cao Jixiang wanted to say something, but not only Ding Yi guessed it, but the old eunuch who had been by Ding Yi's side for more than ten years and had experienced countless wars of all sizes also knew it.

And before Cao Jixiang could speak, Ding Yi put down the binoculars and said to him: "Lao Cao went to the battalion company below and told them, the brothers of the new Eighth Division, in order to help us hold the retreat, they fought bloodily regardless of life and death. Many black soldiers did not have time to reload their ammunition, so they put on their bayonets and fought desperately against the enemy who rushed into the trenches, and their families would receive the martyrs' sympathy. Your language talent is relatively good, according to this meaning, play a role, and go to every battalion as much as possible, go. ”

Cao Jixiang didn't say anything more, just knelt down and kowtowed to Ding Yi, and then left the command post.

"Lao Cao, remember, you have to believe that we will win, you have to believe this from the heart." Ding Yi stopped Cao Jixiang.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Cao Jixiang nodded seriously.

At first, Din wiped his guns and sharpened his bayonets, and he always refused to allow others to do these things.

It seemed that doing this was the only thing that could calm him down.

But the peace he needed was quickly shattered by the communication soldiers sent by Wen Fatzi's side.

Ding Yi looked at Wen Fatty's report, smiled, and replied with a very simple sentence: "Sue Sù Wen Fatty, he's finished." After half a month of confinement, he will also go to the military court, yes, Tan Feng will definitely not let go of this opportunity to prosecute. ”

The signal corps, who was worried. Listening to Ding Yi's words, he saluted and left the command post. Then he stuck out his tongue and said to his companion: "The master has something to bear this time!" The gentleman looked genuinely angry. And his comrades-in-arms disagreed, "Don't worry." Sir has always been the most caring for the old brothers! ”

"But the trouble of the master this time is too great, and then the iron-faced Yama surnamed Tan ......" They all began to worry about the fat man, and began to worry about the punishment that the fat man would receive after returning to Smyrna. Yes, Ding Yi is telling the soldiers with his own words and deeds that he will be the winner of this victory, as before.

But in fact, Ding Yi, who returned to the table to sharpen his bayonet, did not have the confidence he gave to the soldiers.

Otherwise, he would not have said to Liu Ji that was not in the record: "Sofia must die." ”

Because Ding Yi was worried. Worried that behind him, those old Byzantine nobles will form an uncontrollable force in the name of Sofia! So Sofia must die, and all the competition, all the election, should take place between the republican organization, the Thunder School, the people's livelihood organization, and the conservatives.

However, in the face of the soldiers, Ding Yi did not show it, the slightest hesitation or decadence.

At dawn. Cao Jixiang returned to the headquarters to resume his life, even if he was draped in a rubber tarpaulin, the old eunuch's combat uniform was soaked, and his boots were even more muddy. Ding Yi asked the guards to bring clean clothes for the old eunuch to change into. Then he patted the other party on the shoulder: "Just stay here, Lao Cao, you have to believe it." We get the final victory, we always do. ”

"Yes. 陛xià. Cao Jixiang replied with a wry smile.

Ding Yi, accompanied by the guards, began to inspect the fortifications.

"It must be remembered. Aim, aim and shoot later! In one section of the fortification, the master chief said to the black recruits with great difficulty, "Your comrades with the same black skin, after paying with their blood and lives, have stayed here to tell you a word." The Master Chief said to the black soldiers around him in a dialect that the soldiers could understand, "Do you hear that? Sue sù me, did you hear that? ”

And the black soldiers on the side nodded solemnly, they came out of the tribe, they believed in all kinds of inexplicable gods, they were superstitious and ignorant, and they subconsciously took the sergeant chief seriously with the last words of his dead comrades as a reason.

Ding Yi looked at it and laughed, the old foundation of the Rong First Division, in fact, this is not an order issued by Ding Yi, but a spontaneous creation of the non-commissioned officers. But in any case, it seems to have worked, at least the black soldiers took pains to write it down.

And some of the non-commissioned officers said to the recruits around him: "Yes, the people of your tribe, I don't know what he remembers, it was the last words sent by the comrades of the New Eighth Division, and he only said the name of this tribe before he died. Yes, he said to look at the enemy, the feathered arrows are afraid of the power of the gods, and the gods only bless the brave! You have to look at the enemy, three points and one line, yes, you are sure of three points and one point, and only then you pull the trigger, and the rest, leave it to the gods! ”

However, not everyone was so positive, at least the commander of the New Seventh Division asked Ding Yi: "Your Majesty, do we have any reinforcements?" ”

"Yes." Ding Yi also replied confidently, "If you feel that the troops are not enough, send someone for help at any time." ”

"You'll always get support."

"That's me."

"I'm your reinforcement."

The commander of the new Seventh Division instantly turned red, didn't say anything, and suddenly knelt down in front of Ding Yi.

"You shouldn't call me Majes, it's disappointing to me." Ding Yi stretched out his hand and pulled the commander of the new Seventh Division hard.

"Outside Mao'er Village, facing 100,000 Warat warriors, among the 200 horsemen who received me, you are among them."

"In the battle of the Jingshi, in the face of thousands of iron cavalry charges, guarding my disciples, there are you."

"When I was surrounded in the forage field in Yunnan, you were also by my side."

Ding Yi shook his head and clenched the big arm of the commander of the new Seventh Division: "You shouldn't call me Your Majesty." ”

"I'm sorry, sir." The commander of the new Seventh Division lowered his head, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

He never dared to call Ding Yi that.

He didn't dare to compare himself with Du Ziteng and Chen San, and even Zhu Dong, Hu Shan, and Wei Wencheng were not the positions he dared to hope for. He knew that his ability was not great, although he was one of the hundreds of people that Ding Yi had personally trained back then. But he didn't expect that his inconspicuous self had never been forgotten in Ding Yi's heart.

"Mr. Houen, Weichen, no, the disciple should be repaid!"

"No, I want to win, you know? Winning is addictive, and I'm here to win, not you're broken, and it doesn't make sense. Ding Yi let go of his hand, patted the disciple's arm, and said with a smile, "Sue me, what are you missing?" ”

The commander of the new Seventh Division almost did not hesitate: "We have insufficient artillery fire, only one platoon of the division and one squad of the regiment ......"

"Then, when you can't support it, you ask me for help, and I will give you support."

"You should know that I am definitely a qualified soldier, a veteran who has seen blood." Ding Yi has always said this earnestly to the commander of the New Seventh Division.

"But I'm going to win."

After Ding Yi left, the commander of the New Seventh Division said to the chief of staff bitterly: "I'm going to die here." ”

"Your Majesty needs victory, and we will strive for victory!" The chief of staff is a student of the Jingshi Branch of Rongcheng Academy, "I will not quit my life to repay Jun's kindness!" ”

His division commander did not relax at all because of the words of the chief of staff: "You don't understand, you can die to repay Your Majesty, I can't." It was 陛xià who gave me a qiē, a qiē, you know? Before I became a student of His Majesty, I was a military surplus who couldn't read big characters, and the military surplus was a commodity in the guard house that couldn't even be mixed with the regular army! ”

"And to become a student of Majesty, although I am very unproductive, but my family, my wife and children, really live a rich life, and my son has even entered the academy to study, alas, Majesty is my roots!"

"If His Majesty wants to win, I can only give him victory." The commander of the new Seventh Division said with a gloomy face.

"Each battalion summoned some Kunlun slaves, who are usually poor in military affairs, get them, prepare explosives* bags, and coax them to say that they are armor, and when the time comes, let them charge!" He gave such an order to the chief of staff, and there was no way to do it.

Almost before breakfast in the New 7th Division ended, the Ottoman offensive began.

Because of the bad weather, there was no way for the observation balloon to be lifted into the air, and the Ottomans had too many numerical advantages, and after losing some reconnaissance squads, both the New 7th and New 8th Divisions adopted the method of cutting down trees around the fortifications to strengthen the range of the guard.

Therefore, the original reconnaissance advantage was suppressed by Yan Zòng, and one group after another of the Ottoman infantry, rushing out of the woods about seventy or eighty meters away, began to shoot a rain of arrows at the new Seventh Division. And after the shooting in the trenches knocked out a group of Ottoman archers, some Ottoman sword and shield soldiers with heavy shields rushed out.

Even at a distance of forty meters, hitting the shield will not be able to inflict fatal damage on this sword and shield soldier!

Because they added several layers of animal skins, wet cotton wool to the outside of the shield, and nailed a layer of wooden planks, which was equivalent to composite armor.

The rifle driven by black powder was shot with lead bullets, and it was difficult to exert its power in the face of such composite armor.

So the three battalions of the forward positions began to let the hand-cranked machine guns roar, crossfire, copper* bullets, and finally repelled the attack with the sound of tearing cloth.

"It seems that with the next wave of the enemy's attack, our death squads will have to strike." The commander of the new 7th Division said with a wry smile to the chief of staff helplessly, because the ammunition consumption of machine guns is very large. The so-called death squads are black soldiers with explosives* bags strapped up.

The chief of staff's face was also very unpleasant, because when the first group of death squads rushed out and wanted to call the second group of death squads, I am afraid that those blacks would not be so easy to comply. Then they can only count on the mortar platoon of the division. And neither machine guns nor mortar * shells, both of which have not much ammunition.

And then the cannon went off.

This made the division commander and chief of staff of the new 7th Division exclaim: "The Ottomans have artillery? ”

Of course they have artillery, otherwise how did Constantinople get down? It's just that it was knocked out before it didn't even go into range. And for the new 7th Division, which had no observation advantage, the Ottoman artillery began to take its whelm.

Things seem to be getting worse and worse. (To be continued......)