Chapter 1077: Unprovoked Catastrophe

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"That's great, hopefully everything goes well. However, if my guess is correct, it should be Lin Yiqing who led the cadres to quell the riot, right? Doesn't the Reich intelligence have nothing to do with this 'most dangerous enemy of the Russian Empire'? ”

"Of course there are countermeasures, we have a very careful plan for him, and I can guarantee that if he dares to come here, he will never return to Beijing."

"Hopefully that's the outcome, although I'm a little worried, hehe."

"Let's witness it all together!"

The Russians did not know, and there were others who, like them, had infiltrated all corners of the vast land of Xinjiang early, but they did not interfere in any way, but wrote down everything they saw in detail and sent it to Beijing.

Suddenly, the roar of rumbling artillery suddenly woke up Cen Chunxuan, who was ambushed on the mountain.

He hurriedly got up and observed the situation on the battlefield.

After the Hui troops from all walks of life were assembled, they were again slaughtering the cadres. However, the battle ended with artillery bombardment, as the Hui army quickly retreated.

At dawn, the battle resumed. Cen Chunxuan climbed the mountain again and stared down. The cadres and horses of all walks of life once again lined up in front of the trenches, but at this time they did not attack, but only confronted the enemy head-on. The grassland became greasy and soft, and as soon as it sank to the bottom, it was not at all like the first few days, only a layer of wet surface. In such a quagmire, the heavily armored cavalry simply could not move. The advantage of troops suddenly shifted to the side of the lightly armed and fast Hui coalition army.

Cen Chunxuan's face gradually became solemn, because of the avalanche offensive of the Hui coalition army, at this time, the whole army would pounce on the thin skirmish line in front of the trench of the Qian's army. And that skirmish line could be cut off at any time. Moreover, the enemy's offensive began directly on the trenches of the cadres. According to Cen Chunxuan's observations, the soldiers and horses of all walks of life in the cadre army could not even reach half of the first day, regardless of their will to fight or their preparations for fighting. They fought bravely, but they didn't have the preemptive killing energy. There can be no more knocking the enemy detachment to the ground, nor can there be that kind of fierce, stormy offensive to ram the battlefield again. The soft ground was completely impossible for the heavy cavalry to show off their might, and they were all tied up in front of the trenches, unable to move. The heavy armored cavalry of the Bo tribe, which had always been the decisive force of the assault force, was completely unable to use it at this time and was forced to stay at one point.

The situation of the Hui rebels is the opposite, with new arrivals entering the battle at all times. The leader of the rebels personally led each detachment to attack and kill, and only turned back when he came into contact with the enemy. His momentum was gradually transmitted to the Hui people, and although they were knocked down in large numbers, the follow-up troops shouted and shouted, and continued to pounce forward. They pounced on the iron wall, they pounced on the sharp spears and swords, they struck back, wounded one out of ten, but turned back and attacked again. Under such repeated pressure, the cadres began to waver, some were wiped out, and several positions were lost. The cadres are like a wrestling fighter, controlled by the enemy's iron fist, and their strength is weakening. Although Yu Yong is still there, despite the tension of every nerve and the hard struggle, the strength is always getting weaker and weaker. Before noon, all the Hui rebel soldiers and horses rushed to the battlefield under the smoke of bullets and fire. The tenacious fierce battle was so violent that between the two opposing sides, the dead men and dead horses actually built a new wall. Hordes of wounded soldiers retreated from the battlefield to the trenches, covered in mud and blood, panting for breath, and although they were tired and tired, when they turned back, everyone sang war songs. And even in a coma, everyone is shouting: "Fight with them!" ”

Cen Chunxuan began to worry.

Because the cadres had begun to retreat from the entire line and withdraw to the trenches. From the embarrassed and hasty demeanor of their retreat, it can be seen that they can't hold on. Seeing this, the enemy's more than 20,000 mouths let out a happy cheer in unison, and immediately launched an offensive with double efforts. The Boren cavalry retreated on the whole line, and the Hui people pounced and pursued fiercely. The guns of the cadres fired a salvo, and the bullets rained down, knocking them back. The battle was suspended for a moment. At this time, the military trumpet sounded in the camp of the cadres and demanded armistice negotiations.

But those barbarian returnees don't need to negotiate an armistice. Their twelve separate detachments dismounted and joined the infantry in attacking the breastwork on foot. All the drums and trumpets sounded in unison, drowning out the killing sounds of the battlefield and the sound of salvo gunfire.

As soon as he saw the dense queue of Hui infantry, he pounced on the chest wall of the cadre army, and wrapped the chest wall into a hoop that could not be tighter, Cen Chunxuan couldn't help fighting. From the chest of the breast, long white smoke erupted, like the front chest of a giant, struggling to shake off the dense array of locusts that pounced on it from all directions. The shotguns fired by the cadres ploughed the ditches in the enemy's bushes, and the rifles fired continuously, never weakening for a moment. The crowd vanished before his eyes, and several places in the encirclement writhed like wounded snakes. But they rushed over anyway! They came under the breastwork! The artillery could not hurt them anymore. Cen Chunxuan involuntarily closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at them again, and a lightning-fast question arose in his mind: If he opened his eyes again, would the Daqian Army Flag planted on the chest wall still be there? Should he watch it or shouldn't he watch it? At this time, only an unusual noise was heard, and this noise was better than a while. Something must have happened, and then from the center of the camp of the cadres, the shouts of the people came. Why is that? What happened?

"Ahh Yes! Oh my! Cen Chunxuan couldn't help but blurt out, because when he opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the big red Qianlong flag, but the green flag embroidered with crooked and strange palindromes.

The camp of the cadres fell.

In the evening, from the mouths of the fleeing people, Cen Chunxuan learned the reason for the fall of the camp. At the moment when the cadres were desperately resisting to the death, the leader of the Hui army lured the soldiers of the Wu'er people, joined up with the Hui army, and attacked the cadres from the rear, helping the enemy to cut them to pieces.

On the evening of that day, Cen Chunxuan saw a small contingent of cadres who had escaped and witnessed Xu Zhanbiao's death. He was struck by an arrow in the throat, and only a few hours after the battle ended, he died in the arm of the defender Mackay. When the general soldier was dying, he said to Ma Kai: "Tell ...... General Kim, I'm ...... Dead...... Like a man—"

He didn't say anything else, and his soul was gone. Xu Zhanbiao's eyes, his upward gaze in a dying state, and his pale face, Cen Chunxuan will never forget it later.

Ma Kai and the guards swore an oath before the cold corpses of the soldiers and comrades, saying that as long as God could let him live, he would swear that he would avenge the bloody defeat, the shame of the country, and the death of his benefactor and best friend. This iron man did not shed a single tear.

Without giving the troops a little rest, at dawn after this great battle, the Hui army began to march again. The speed of the march is to go as fast as you can, as if you are afraid that the Ili general Jin Shun will slip away. The rolling flow of people is like an overflow, converging all the rivers and streams along the road in the grassland, and moving forward. They crossed bushes, woods, graves, rivers, streams, and streams, without delay. The rebels grew stronger and stronger, as a large number of Hui people who fled from all over the province came one after another. People brought sometimes contradictory news about the garrisons of various countries. As for Liu Jintang, the governor of Xinjiang, some said that he was still in Urumqi, and some said that he had already met with various cadres. But one thing is the same in all the different accounts, that is, the whole Xinjiang is in full swing, and the rebellious Hui people not only came here to join the rebels, but also burned down the cities and villages, got rid of their tribal leaders, and pulled up arms everywhere. In the past half a month, the cadres and soldiers have continued to fight, and many Huiren towns and towns have been destroyed, and there has been another bloody battle in Korla. Basha in all cities is on the side of the people, while all other places are just waiting for a word of trouble. The leader of the returning army, Ustman, seemed to have estimated all this, and he rushed forward even more. Finally, he reined in and came to the gates of Turks.

The gates of Turks were opened, and the Kazakhs in the city mutinied and defected to the Hui army. The Qianguo official office was destroyed, and the county officials and guards, as well as some Xia people who had taken refuge in Tex, were painted and chopped into meat paste. The Turks rejoiced, and bells and drums rang throughout the city to welcome the arrival of the rebels. But the rebel ranks did not stay for a moment and continued to advance. The whole place was lifted, and all the living people grabbed their sickles, and the iron forks were made together with the Hui people. Endless crowds from all over the world, in a hurry, came to the camp. At this time, news came, which confirmed that although the Turks general Jin Shun promised to assist the garrisons everywhere, he did not really meet them after all. Therefore, the return army did not delay and waved the division to advance again. Through mutiny, through massacres, through burning, they continued to march forward. The ruins of the houses and the exposed corpses are the witnesses of their march. Their march was like an avalanche. Along the way, destroy everything. In front of them is an idyllic splendour, and behind them is a barrenness. They were like legendary monsters, blood splattered as they passed; Hush is a fire that burns all things.

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