After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Xin finally decided not to take such a big risk.

Because now he can't even be sure whether the Houjin army will really retreat, after all, although Gao Hongzhong gave some hints, the information given by this person is reliable or not, and under the current bad weather, it is impossible to verify it at all.

Therefore, Chen Xin could only send a part of the elite detachment that was originally intended to be used to fight the vanguard.

The commander of the forward force is Fu Yan.

These elite units are composed of a group of guard flags and a number of special service platoons, and they will carry out fire reconnaissance missions and retreat if they find an enemy ambush.

But if it is found that the Houjin army is really retreating, then use the fighting method of stragglers to delay the retreat of the Houjin army as much as possible.

The rest of the Chinese army, which had been prepared to participate in the attack, remained behind the rammed earth wall and stood by, at least, until the heavy fog dissipated, the large force could not attack.

After receiving the order, these elite infantry detachments set off quickly, and soon marched to the north, where they began to engage the Houjin army in the thick morning fog.

With a burst of "ping-pong ······" The sound of shooting, everyone waiting in the back knew that there was already a fight in front.

Chen Xin stretched out his hand, scratched twice in front of his eyes, and tried the current state of the fog, feeling that if there was no wind to blow, I am afraid that there was really no way to determine how long this fog would last.

Usually when I didn't want the sea breeze, it blew blindly, but now, when it's time for the sea breeze to show its might, it doesn't show up, which is really helpless.

Chen Xin sighed, reluctantly took his hand back, and then said to Chief of Staff Liu who was standing behind him: "Okay, seeing that the fog can't dissipate for a while, I will first notify the troops on standby to rest on the spot and wait for further orders." ”

After saying that, Chen Xin turned his head again to the area in front of him where there had been a firefight, his eyes flashing, as if he wanted to see through the thick fog.

And in his mouth, he kept muttering, "Tartar is really his XX shit luck, this kind of thing can happen just in time." ”

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The elite infantry detachment led by Xiaohu, one followed the other, carefully marching in the thick fog.

All kinds of trumpets, whistles, gongs, drums, and gunfire around them kept ringing, and they all kept their steps as light as possible.

Because they had done silent treatment before setting off, and everything that could make a collision sound was tied, so their detachment walked in the dense fog with almost no sound.

There was only a little inaudible sound of armor rubbing, which was quickly dissipated in the various chaotic background sounds of the scene.

The combat mission of Xiaohu's detachment during this period was very heavy, and the losses were not small, plus some non-combat attrition due to weather reasons, and the personnel losses were even more serious.

However, because the detachment he led was subordinate to the guard flag corps and had extremely high requirements for the quality of the soldiers, it was not easy to replenish the lost soldiers, and the original establishment of more than 50 people in four squads has now become a reinforced platoon of about 30 people.

He temporarily mixed the remaining 30 people into two combat squads and a direct firepower squad, which were separated from each other at a certain distance during the march, and used the iron whistles and signal flares issued to communicate and respond.

Of course, in all the squad establishments, there are also special combat groups of the Huaxia Army, which are all formed by people who know each other well, eat, live, train, and fight together, and are very familiar with each other, which ensures that when the squads, platoons, companies, battalions, and other establishments are interrupted, the grassroots still have a certain combat effectiveness.

Xiaohu's order to the two combat squads was that they must aim before firing, because the rifles in their hands only had one chance to shoot, while the order given to the fire squad was to be ready to fire at any time to obey the order, giving the enemy the maximum damage instantaneously and reducing the pressure for the follow-up battle of the combat squad.

Xiaohu's detachment was led by a firepower squad, and under Xiaohu's personal leadership, they were divided into two small fireteams, while the other combat squads followed in the middle and behind and on both wings.

"Why haven't you met an enemy after walking for so long?"

"Who knows."

"Are we going in the wrong direction?"

"No, it won't, right? We've always been in a straight line. ”

"Straight lines don't necessarily hold on, haven't you heard of ghosts hitting walls?"

"Don't scare people, you kid, so many of our comrades-in-arms are here, which ghost dares to come to our detriment? Look at me, I can't kill him. ”

"Hehe, you just blow it."

Listening to the whispered discussions of the soldiers behind him, Xiaohu was also a little hairy in his heart, not because of any ghosts, but because the comrades around him were fighting lively, but their infantry detachment had not even seen the shadow of the enemy until now, how could it not be strange not to let people rush.

"Pay attention to each class, and arrange for personnel to count the number of steps taken." After giving the order, Xiaohu continued to move forward with everyone.

In front of Xiaohu's eyes, it was completely a hazy gray-black, and when it reached a place of more than 10 meters, it became completely blurred.

Their infantry detachment had already walked a distance of more than 2 kilometers under this ghost weather, although their eyes could not see clearly, but their ears were still fine, everyone could hear it, and the surroundings were almost chaotic into a pot of porridge.

The sound coming from the relatively close war zone can even make Xiaohu tell what kind of weapon is firing.

The low pop is peculiar to short rifles, the dull sound of bolt impact is the sound of flintlock revolver reeds striking, the crisp and short sound of standard rifles, and the continuous and uninterrupted fire is the sound of pump-action rifles.

Listening to the screams coming from the thick gray mist, Xiaohu was also very nervous in his heart, but the slow nervousness was replaced by surprise.

Because he was really surprised that this infantry detachment led by himself had come so far, and he had not even encountered a single enemy.

Because they have never encountered the enemy, the nerves of the soldiers are tense, almost to the extent that the grass and trees are all soldiers, and twice they encountered friendly troops who went the wrong way, almost allowing the soldiers to give a salvo, but fortunately, it was a false alarm and did not cause a tragedy.

Xiaohu took a deep breath, then spit it out, and after repeating this several times, he finally slowly calmed down.

He carefully recalled in his mind the battlefield map he had seen before the battle, and roughly estimated their current location according to the number of footsteps reported by each class.

If the map is correct and the direction they are walking in the right direction, then their infantry detachment should not be far from the main camp of the Houjin Army now.