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The sound of cannons opened the battle curtain like that, but the people in the salt market didn't feel so frightened.Since the Jiangfang Army was transferred to the north in mid-winter, they have been actively preparing for this moment, and now it has finally come!The Jiangfang Army has a cavalry team and an artillery team. How many horses does the cavalry team have?How many guns does the artillery team have?The heart-warming Fang Sheng inquired very clearly. He had learned this trade earlier and also worked in this trade. He knew that a few small mountain cannons would not be very powerful in the hands of those useless people. They were no more powerful than red cannons Where are you going, so he had already asked people to ring the gong to tell the residents of Yanshi not to be alarmed when they heard the cannon. "Only an idiot like Sun Chuanfang is willing to be taken advantage of," he said, "Yinyang is talking about shipping, buying these junky goods that are about to be scrapped by foreigners, and can only support him on the school grounds. If it's talking about bluffing people, it's not even close." far!"

He was right, one of the three cannons placed on the mound in the south of the old Yellow River was broken as soon as it was fired, and the other two fired four cannons each. Yuantang, a shell hit the shanty town in the east, the shell did not explode, only a round hole was shot through a shed where sheep were tied, and the other two shells went to nowhere at all. "Bombardment is nothing," Fang Sheng said, "I'm afraid they will pounce at dawn, and we have to inform everyone to prepare. If we want to hold the defense firmly, we have to kill it and turn it on its back in the first encounter." , It’s important to kill their prestige! It’s also good to let the nose know that Yanshi is not a piece of tofu, but a stone that will break your teeth if you gnaw it.”

On the rainy street, a string of lanterns were lit under the promenade on both sides, and the most elite gun team in Yanshi was waiting to be dispatched. Fang Sheng was a calculating person, and he didn't know the main attack direction of the Jiang Fang Army. Before, he had to hold this card in the palm of his hand.Sure enough, after the bombardment, the trumpet sounded in the south, and immediately after that, the gunfire of ping-ping-pong-pong became intensive. "Master Fang, Lord Fang! They are attacking Gaodui." Someone came to report: "I can't count the number of people in the dark, only know that there is a cavalry team."

Fang Sheng nodded and said, "I see." As soon as the Jiangfang army attacked the high pile, Fang Sheng knew that the east and west would be subject to greater attacks. A flat nose is not a worm, and he will not go back to the old way of the duck egg head, forcibly wading the old Yellow River at gunpoint. Shallow, that river can still be waded, and now the spring rains are continuous, the surface of the Old Yellow River is more than ten feet wide, and the shallow water is full of people's heads, there is no place for wading at all... Besides, with the strength of the Jiangfang Army, it does not take night Attack, wherever they want to attack, they can attack vigorously during the day when the rain stops and the fog clears. Night attack is a method of concealment, but unfortunately this method cannot be concealed from others.

"Go back and tell Mr. Tang," Fang Sheng pondered for a while, and said to the people, "Leader himself leads the people to strangle the entrance of the Yangqiao. The Yangqiao must not be broken by the cavalry. Mr. Tang can divide the group as much as possible." People go to help the leader, as long as Yangqiao is kept, Gaodui will never be lost." The visitor withdrew and climbed onto the horse's back with a square lamp, and the sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away.Regardless of whether the Jiangfang army was attacking for real or not, Tang Liupao with his braids was fighting against the Jiangfang army across the river in the rain. It can judge the enemy's situation by relying on various sounds, and those many sounds can easily confuse people and cause illusions.

The sound is like a long turbulent river, with big waves one after another. The first thing to sound is the sound of drums and horns from far to near, the sound of horseshoes, and then there is a shout like a prairie fire. Paste it on a person's ear.But the sound of gunfire covered up those voices again. The Maris fast gun was like fried beans, the machine gun was whistling like a gust of wind, the breech-loading gun was even more chaotic, and the stray bullets flying over the high altitude drew out incongruous spikes. Ming... The Jiang Fangjun opened fire, but opened the eyes of the militia. On the other side of the old Yellow River, there were countless blue flames of muzzle fire flashing out of the blackness. Purple, yellow, and blue, wrapped in a cloud of dazzling bright blue, like fantasy flowers blooming in dreams, ghost-like blue and white faces, street lamps in the nether world, and phosphorous fire rolling in barren graves, all will appear in the fantasy world. The moment the flowers bloom, they enter people's associations... so many miserable phantom flowers, omens of death, people don't want to listen to the sound of gunshots anymore.

Hundreds of men in the militia were lying quietly in the trenches and forts. They just lay there motionless, like a group of hungry tigers looking for food. In their hearts, the heroic Tang Liufa had repeatedly warned them not to pay any attention to those turtles until the Beiyang soldiers attacked close.Now they are just lying still, waiting for Tang Liupao Tang Lord's order to act.From time to time, raindrops fell on the fort cover above their heads, the round bamboo hats, and the coir raincoats woven from sorghum leaves. They were rustling, seven parts tragic and three parts desolate.Among this group of people, no one is a person who gambles with guns and kills soldiers on the battlefield, and no one is willing to hold on to the knife and gun that kills people. The refugees in the shantytowns often dream of the northern wilderness full of famine and epidemics. They survived the suffering and returned to their hometowns, reorganizing the long-desolate countryside. Other coolies in small salt villages were even more humiliating and stealing people. The bullying, the inspection of the tax card, and the small government-run salt village had no choice but to dig up the soil and dry the salt under the scorching sun all day long. , turned into a flat salt field covered with white salt crumbs, so a small salt farm was set up, the soil was excavated to dry the salt, and the sales proceeds were all owned by the public.) The monthly salary was pitifully low, and it was difficult to feed and clothe the family. They are not fighters, but they are forced to fight. Their flames are not sprayed on the muzzles of their guns, but they are burning in every heart for survival.

They lay still, staring at the fireplayers burning their pupils with the light of guns, the sound of death surrounded them, clamoring non-stop, the bullets of death grinning and passing over their heads, The blue phantom flowers of death bloom and fall in an instant. This is war, a bloody battlefield. They didn't raise any colorful banners, and they didn't need to bear any fame and fame. They were just a group of Those who want to live must live like "human beings"; if they want to live, they must face these things and penetrate them. A bullet hit a person, and Hei Li didn't know who was shot, but he heard a short call, followed by a thumping sound.Who is it?Everyone seems to be the same.The dead man slid down from the crenel, his convulsed hands were still grasping the leather ring on the gun wall, blood gushed out from the wound torn by the bullet, and the bones protruded like a spring, carrying a hot and humid Bronze, no one saw him, saw his expression at the moment of death.

"Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, there are... people in this room." "We should return the gun, Mr. Tang." But there was still that characteristic hoarse voice: "Don't pay attention to those bastards. I'll see you later in the morning. They're just playing tricks... they know they won't be able to cross the river and they're still firing guns. There must be some kind of trick behind them !" Tang Liufa led a group of solo fighters, leaning over the back of the carriages of the salt train, waiting. He knew that the Beiyang Army was a group of blind birds. Apart from guns, there is nothing else that can be used for good!The depth of the center of the Old Yellow River has been measured every day, and now the shallowest part is a foot or two deep. The deer village stretched all the way to the river bank. Even if people and horses could cross the river, the high piles would be enough for them to fill with their lives. Therefore, he quickly concluded that the Jiangfang army's attack on the high piles at night was a fake, and only one place at the entrance of Yangqiao You Si killed.

"Single-knife team go to the heap, take the shortcut to reinforce Yangqiaokou!" He shouted: "Go first and go to a hundred knives is enough! If the horse team kicks at Yangqiao, roll around and cut their horses' legs!" It was almost five o'clock, and the sky was not clear yet, but the wind and rain became more intense, and the shouts on the other side of the river were louder and louder, and the bullets still covered the whole high pile like rain, and there were a few grains The stray bullet grazed the iron wheels of the train not far away from Tang Liuzafu, sparking a burst of sparks. At this moment, gunshots were heard from both sides of the east and west, and there was also a tragic cry of killing from the Yangqiao entrance.From the looks of it, the Jiangfang Army must have reserved a group of people to contain Gaodui and divide up the troops to occupy the large and small ferries!

"Master Tang, something is wrong with the gunfire these days!" A single-handed man rolled over, approached Tang Liupao and said, "The daring bastard is surrounded on three sides? Our side has become an unpopular one!" Gunshots, voices of people, neighing of horses, flames shining in the night, shouts soaring in the distance, and humming spiral horns interweave into a scene of fighting in the night. It seems like a strange and huge whirlwind that blows the entire Yanshi City from afar. Uprooted from the earth, fluttering and rippling, swirling up into the clouds, no place can hold the hanging human heart. "Since her mother sings in an opera, she should be on stage!" Tang Liu shaved his bristly, prickly mustaches and said, "Send the message to both sides for me, let's shoot the reed ball to open the eyes, and shoot these squeaky mice first." them!" The so-called reed ball is really a masterpiece prepared by Tang Liuchao for night battles. He has long thought of this extremely primitive method of lighting at night. The reed balls were all soaked in flame-resistant tung oil, and piled up separately in the ammunition fort behind the high pile. Behind the back, Tang Liuchou selected dozens of extremely elastic bowl-thick giant bamboos to make a shooting rod for ejecting reed balls, so that the tightly entangled reed balls could fly over the old Yellow River and land on the plain on the other side. With a tailwind, the reed ball will fly farther and land on the high pile on the opposite bank.