But in any case, there is no doubt about the significance of this naval battle in the decision of this war between China and Japan. Japan sent a convoy of transport ships to transport two infantry divisions to the Korean Peninsula, including 26,000 officers and men and related equipment. These forces are sufficient to alleviate the unfavorable situation on the Korean peninsula. But in the end, only 6,000 soldiers, 720 boxes of ammunition and 3,200 bales of rice [barely enough for a few days' supplies] were delivered to the Korean Peninsula. Despite the considerable losses of the Chinese fleet, they still crushed the entire Japanese convoy with resolute and decisive actions and sank two main battleships of the Japanese Navy, while while the naval battle was going on, another squadron landed at Inchon and transported 7,500 soldiers and tons of supplies to the northern part of the Korean Peninsula. The squadron had already gained an advantage on the Korean Peninsula, and now it is likely that the squadron will occupy the entire Korean Peninsula and even land on the Japanese mainland.

After the news of the victory in the Battle of Busan reached China, the crowd was excited, people rushed to tell each other, newspapers and media also reported on it, and the Chinese government was also in a jubilant atmosphere.

An NV middle school student wrote in his diary: "Today, all the teachers and students of the school lined up to listen to the radio in the Cào field, and the students heard the news ......of the great victory in the naval battle, and they all cheered, and some students even moved to tears, just like the last time we heard the victory of Lushunkou on the radio, from the first year of the year to the present, the shame imposed on our Chinese by the Japanese has finally been washed away" Another senior boy proudly said to reporters: "My father is a naval captain, and he commands a torpedo boat, He participated in several naval battles, fought at the mouth of Arthur, won the Order of the White Eagle, and my classmates and I have always admired him, and this time in the naval battle, he participated in it again, and destroyed a Japanese warship...... I have made up my mind to follow the same path as my father, I have been honorably admitted to the Qingdao Naval Academy, and my desire is to be a good naval captain and defend every port of the country......"

Ge Changshun, the owner of a grocery store in Tianqiao, Beijing, said: "Although I am a flat-headed commoner, I also know that the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband. Our family has donated five pieces of cloth and purchased a hundred dollars of national salvation bonds......"

An NV nurse from Beijing Guangji Hospital also said happily: "Everyone is very happy to win the battle, our hospital has only been allocated a pre-support quota, there are dozens of colleagues waiting to sign up, everyone wants to go to the front line to serve the motherland with practical actions, and some people even bite their fingers to sign ...... And they chose me. I'm so lucky that the whole family is so proud of me......"

In Chengde, a young farmer also said in an interview with reporters: "When the news of the victory came, a celebration party was held in the village, and everyone drank and sang all night, as if they were celebrating the New Year...... Why celebrate, you ask? Now the village has a large population, and there is no land to plant, there is no craftsmanship, and there is no job in the factory, so it is also a way to go to the front line to fight? …… Now you don't want to be a soldier just to eat food like before, but now you can join the army with a very good salary, and you can not only contribute to the country when you go to the front line to kill the enemy, but also be a hero, get promoted, get rich, and don't worry about food and clothing for the rest ......of your life."

Unlike the war in Europe, the war, which lasted only a few months mainly in China, aroused the patriotism and self-confidence of the Chinese nation, and people took to the streets to support the foreign war of the government with practical actions: demonstrations, shouting slogans, male and young people were enthusiastic, and the recruitment station was crowded. China was originally a country with a martial tradition, and at this time, everyone was proud to be a soldier or a military dependent: mothers sent children, wives sent husbands, and male nv lovers encouraged each other to go to the battlefield to fight bravely and fight for military prestige and national prestige. And whenever the coffins of soldiers who died for the country are transported back to the rear, not only the government has to hold a solemn mourning ceremony, but people also spontaneously mourn them in various ways, and this kind of mourning is a powerful and persuasive movement that does not need to be mobilized in words, and war and hatred are as pervasive as the heat of summer or the cold of winter, permeating every Chinese family, and permeating the jīng divine mood of every Chinese. When people learn that someone familiar to them: brothers, sisters, classmates, friends, neighbors, and neighbors has died on the battlefield to defend their homeland and country, everyone feels grief and trembles in their hearts. The living feel that they have a sacred responsibility, and no one can refuse to carry on the legacy of the martyrs and turn their grief into strength. Under the influence of this power, many people took the guns and went to the battlefield one after another. ,

But at this moment, after Yang Shuoming, who was far away in Chengde, learned the details of the naval battle, he did not express much joy.

"I didn't expect it to be a night fight." Yang Shuoming finished reading the naval battle report, put it on the table, and said to himself, "There are some things that there is indeed no way to control. ”

Listening to Yang Shuoming's words, a trace of astonishment flashed in Jiang Baili's eyes on the side, and at this time, he noticed that Yang Shuoming's pupils became a little red again, and he couldn't help but be even more surprised.

"Although this night battle was won, and the losses were not large, the mistakes made in this were fundamental mistakes." Yang Shuoming saw the suspicion in Jiang Baili's heart, and without waiting for him to ask, he told the reason, "I actually fought with a searchlight"

"I don't know much about the navy," Jiang Baili asked, "Hanzhi means that large warships don't turn on searchlights in night battles, right?" ”

"Night fighting is an option of last resort, usually with flares. If you hit the searchlight, it's no different than telling the enemy to hit me. The Admiralty officer who came to deliver the report to Yang Shuoming hesitated for a moment and said, "However, this time it is likely that the situation is ...... special."

"It is impossible to go exactly according to the plan, there will always be unexpected situations. But some of these mistakes are too low-level. Yang Shuoming said, "Besides, light warships should never leave the team in night battles, as this will make their capital ships a target for enemy ships." ”

After listening to Yang Shuoming's words, the naval officer's face turned slightly red, obviously he understood that what this maritime patrol envoy and acting navy minister who he thought did not know much about the navy said hit the nail on the head.

"The role of light warships is, firstly, to protect the capital ships of the team, and secondly, to clean up the remnants after the naval battle, rather than to risk their lives to attack the enemy's capital ships. At present, the density of secondary artillery fire of capital ships has been greatly improved, and it is difficult for light warships to carry out attacks. Yang Shuoming continued, "If it is inferred from common sense, neither we nor the Japanese should allow a hún battle between light warships at such a time. ”

Jiang Baili understood what Yang Shuoming meant, and couldn't help nodding again and again.

"Frankly speaking, I've always been worried about the night battle, because I don't think that with our current combat level, we can achieve results in the night battle, but it still happened, and the results are quite brilliant." Yang Shuoming shook his head slightly, and seemed to let out a sigh, "And the performance of the Japanese is also incomprehensible, it stands to reason that the Japanese Navy, as an experienced and mature navy, will not send light warships to entangle with our fleet like this." ”

After listening to Yang Shuoming's evaluation of the Japanese Navy, Jiang Baili vaguely felt something, but he couldn't say it.

"It's going to be dawn, Brother Baili is tired all day, let's take a rest." Yang Shuoming looked at Jiang Baili thoughtfully, smiled slightly, and said, "There are still many things we have to do, and we can't do it in a day or two." ”

"Okay." Jiang Baili also felt the tiredness on his body at this time, he nodded, and said, "Your brother Hanzhi should also pay more attention to rest, but you can't be so 'go to bed late and get up early every day, and burn a candle at both ends'." ”

"There should be nothing going on today, we can all have a good rest day." Yang Shuoming looked out the window with a smile and said, "Neiko wants me to accompany her to the temple near here, so I'll steal it and relax." ”

"This is a place of scenic interest, since you are here, you should take a good look," Jiang Baili said with a smile, "Besides, you have not been married for a long time, and you have not returned home at night, Madame is afraid that she will be unhappy, so this time I will accompany her well." ”

Yang Shuoming nodded with a smile, and Jiang Baili said goodbye with a smile. Yang Shuoming put the documents away, and his eyes suddenly fell on something on the table.

Such a thing looks like a silver-white pen without any markings, thick and blunt, with a unique metallic texture, but Yang Shuoming knows that this is a pen pistol that he customized, and it has just been delivered today.

Yang Shuoming put the pen pistol in the pen and pistol for a while, he looked up at his watch, and put the pen pistol in his pocket.

A faint ray of dawn pierced through the clouds of the eastern sky, the dark night receded into the distance like surging cháo water, and the barking of dogs and the roar of male jī came from the nearby mountains, and the earth, mountains, rivers, villages, and temples gradually appeared in this poetic dawn. ,

At about 6 o'clock in the morning, the sound of footsteps and human voices sounded from far and near on the mountain road, when there was movement in a bush on the side of the road, and two long spears with black dòngdòng muzzles that had been waiting for a long time stretched out from the shadow of the rock almost simultaneously.

A faint black shadow soon appeared at the bend of the morning mist mountain road, and looking out of the gap in the crosshairs, it was clear that the guards marching with guns were ahead, followed by the officers on horseback, followed by several heavy sliding poles. The people on the slide couldn't see their faces clearly because they were too far away, so they could only guess that there were men and NVs, a total of five people.

"Which one will I hit first?" The young gunman, lying under the crack in the stone, was a little breathless, his nervous face looked childish, no more than fifteen years old.

"you, you hit the one in front, I'll hit the one in the back...... Anyway, I'll have to try my luck," the older gunman said with a hard sip and some anxiety.

"But uncle, what if I can't hit?"

"You're fucking scared...... You don't want revenge anymore? Think about how your dad died? …… Head hanging from a wire pole"

“…… Woo woo woo ......" The young gunman couldn't help but cover his face and wept.

"Get the fuck out of here, coward" The middle-aged gunman gave the boy a mouthful, lowered his voice and scolded: "...... You bring the money that Lao Máo gave you, give Lao Tzu a lot, get away, don't let Lao Tzu see you again...... I, Zhang Laoba, swear to the sky that I will kill this little Wang Ba with my own hands to avenge your father and mother and the people who died in the hands of his old man who died in the hands of his old man......"

The sound behind the rock fell silent, and the young gunman wiped away his tears and raised the gun again, this time he was no longer timid, and the fire of anger flashed in his eyes.

In his hand was a jīng shotgun with a glittering light. And in the hands of the older gunners, it was the same gun.

By this time, the team on the road had approached the ambush circle, and the men on the sliding pole were all wearing top hats and sunglasses, which made it very difficult for the two gunmen to identify their targets. Although Zhang Laoba has always been deeply impressed by the young soldier.

Somehow, the voice of the Russian man with a mouth of Peking sounded in his ears again.

“…… This person not only killed many people in our party organization, but also killed anyone who violated his interests, and he just wanted to use more money from politics to build the railway, but he wanted to control the railway in Sichuan, so he let his father-in-law kill so many people from the railway company...... As long as we get rid of this person, our affairs in China will be easy to handle, killing him, ** is equivalent to more than half of the success, and you will all be famous in history in the future" The mysterious Russian man patted the shoulder of the No. 1 killer of the Sichuan Iron Blood Assassination Group and said: "...... My information is reliable, so I'll leave the rest to you."

Zhang Laoba did not understand politics and **, and they were not interested in going down in history at all, and it was only because of their deep hatred for that young man that they temporarily formed an alliance with the Russian old máo and accepted the intelligence and funds of the Russian secret service.

Kill the little free cub with bloody hands, and then go back and beat the Russians and the Japanese, China, in the end, it will be our poor world, Zhang Laoba thought hatefully in his heart.

Gradually, the guards approached, the officers' mounts snorting, and the horses' hooves rattling unhurriedly on the gravel road. The bamboo pole creaked on the shoulders of the sedan chair bearers into a very close shè distance, and the two gunners could even hear the heavy panting and footsteps of the sedan chair drivers.

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, and the young man preemptively fired the shotgun. The first sliding rod was thrown up as if it had been violently struck by a spring, and then fell down the ravine in all parts and turned into a pile of broken bamboo racks.

Immediately after that, Zhang Laoba's shotgun beat the second sliding rod as if it were scattered in the sky, and burning and scattered broken bamboo pieces fell everywhere on the mountain road.

The ensuing battle was not difficult to imagine, and the guards equipped with jīng liang immediately launched a counterattack, opened fire on the sneak attackers and surrounded them. A bullet struck the young gunman in the shoulder, and he let out a painful "ouch" in his throat and fell to the ground.

"Don't leave me, uncle" The sharp pain distorted the boy's face, and he looked extremely hideous.

"Good boy, you are a good uncle, don't go with you...... Come on, rabbit cub, your uncle is not a hero if he is afraid of death."

The battle was soon over, and the two dying captives were escorted to the city. A week later, the death sentence was handed down by a military court, and notices were posted everywhere in the city. On the day of the execution, the city was empty, and citizens crowded on both sides of the streets where the prisoner vans passed to see the glory of the leader of the famous Sichuan iron-blooded assassination group. One of the death row inmates with vague blood actually stood up with his wounded tuǐ stubbornly and shouted with his neck straight: "Lao Tzu will still be a good man in twenty years" and immediately won applause from all over the street. ,

Before the execution, a gendarmerie officer was instructed to tell the prisoners that their ambush had been a complete failure, because the sliding poles were filled with insignificant people, and that the man they were going to snipe had already entered the temple on the hill by another road in advance, and had now returned to the city safely.

Hearing this, the prisoner screamed and tried to crash into the stone and die, but was dragged by the chain, and finally became a ghost under the gun.

Before dawn, Yang Shuoming and Xixue waited early in the pavilion in the mountains to wait for the sunrise.

It was a rare morning of relaxation and inaction, when the earth and mountains were still asleep, and Yang Shuoming's second wife was too tired to get up because she was too tired to accompany Yang Shuoming's brain weight. But Yang Shuoming had already stepped on the wet water to the top of the mountain. Yesterday there was a light rain, the roads were a little muddy, the valley was full of fog and water, and according to the locals, the sunrise with the light of Buddha can sometimes be seen in the early morning after the rain. And Yang Shuoming seems to be in a bad mood recently, a little insomnia, he seems to be a young male lion bitten by mosquitoes, patrolling day and night; Meetings all night long, telephone calls, receptions, approvals, confidential interviews, reviews and inspections, signing orders, giving and retracting instructions, etc. Seeing his somewhat haggard and thin face and the dark halo under his eyes, Xi Xue was determined to persuade him to abandon the affairs of the state and seek a moment of relief and peace in nature.

But now it was dark in the sky and the earth, and the mountains were like daisies, and they actually came earlier.

Looking down from the huge gap in the mountains, the fog is steaming under the bottomless cliffs, and the sky and the earth are like two giant plates with uneven shades, tilting together to merge into this chaotic hazy dawn.

A gust of mountain wind with a strong cháo atmosphere blew, and Yang Shuoming couldn't help but shudder.