Episode 63 Solve it yourself

Armored vehicles and military vehicles roared through the streets of Ankang City, wearing shiny steel helmets, carrying rifles, general-purpose machine guns and tripods, and countless large leather boots "clattering" on the stone pavement, echoing throughout the street. The local people have never seen such a military uniform, and they have never seen such a flag, such a "strange vehicle with a cannon barrel", and the signs on it.

The soldiers, carrying their bags and weapons, laughed and laughed at each other as they went, looking at the small mountain town with the same fresh eyes.

The main street in the center of the city is very long, and the streets are crowded with people on both sides. Wherever the vanguard went, the people on the side of the road would be stunned for at least a few minutes, looking nervously at this well-groomed troop that they had never seen before. The first feeling of the people is:

…… This is not the local troops!

The second feeling of the people is:

…… This is not the legendary Eight Banners Division either!

The third sense of the people is:

…… This is not the Qing army at all!

The rest is simple. …… It's not the Qing army, what kind of army is that?

Nanming troops!

A few minutes later, the people on both sides of the road were excited, "buzzing" and discussing, and an atmosphere of ecstasy was transmitted through the crowd, but the long-term fear and caution were still firmly grasping the people, and the people were still holding on to the interweaving of joy, anticipation, and fear.

Finally, a man shouted with great audacity:

"Are you Ming soldiers?"

The soldiers in the queue were all stunned, surprised, and then laughed and looked at each other. One of the soldiers laughed:

"No, you don't know who we are?"

"Ah, ah, ...... of you?"

Several soldiers laughed as they walked:

"We are the 55th Division of the 11th Army of the Ming Army!"

……

A voice in the crowd shouted:

"Ming Army ————!!!"

Suddenly, half the street was boiling. All kinds of ecstatic voices shook the sky, and the crowd "squeezed" from both sides to the middle, and the speed of the marching column was suddenly slowed down.

As the news of the Ming army's entry into the city spread, firecrackers began to sound everywhere in Ankang City. At the same time as the firecrackers, there were also various military, police, and political offices in the city, as well as the mansions and mansions of those officials.

Ankang is no better than other places, this is a small basin in the mountains, surrounded by mountains, and the outside of the mountains are controlled by the Ming army, and there is no escape. What's more, the Qing court took measures to block the news from the local area, and the officials in Ankang still did not know that the Ming army had taken Hanzhong, and they did not even have time to arrange an escape. Now there is not even a forewarning, the Ming army suddenly entered the city, all of them were caught off guard, pushed the door out, the spontaneous "great reckoning" of the people on the street has begun, and the "officials" are being chased and killed everywhere, and the "officials" have become prey at the moment, and they don't know where to hide.

Hundreds of people were already surrounded at the entrance of the police station, rushing in while making a fuss, and people kept throwing bricks and stones into the courtyard wall.

Next to the two white marble lions, the two standing cages have also been split, and the boss Duan of the gold store and the young man are lying in the corner, with a few robes and sheets under them, and the young man's grandfather and several neighbors are taking care of them. One of the corpses was half-hung on the top of the fence, the upper body was drooping inside the fence, and the back half was hanging outside the fence, apparently being thrown into the yard by the crowd but not being thrown in.

"Bang bang!! …… Bang Bang Bang !! ”

A few crisp gunshots came from inside, and the people outside the gate "boomed" and scattered out. But the gunfire held the crowd down for dozens of seconds, and then the crowd became even more frenzied. The hatred that had been pent-up for many years was fully exploded at this moment. All sorts of the most vicious foul language erupted like a volcano, roaring to the sky, and the two large iron fence gates were "clanged" by the crowd. Several policemen in the courtyard hid behind a desk, rifles in hand, and aimed in horror at the crowd outside the iron gate.

The crowd outside began to climb over the wall. With kitchen knives, sticks, and poles in hand, they desperately climbed against the wall, and then jumped into the yard. Several policemen in the courtyard opened fire without hesitation, and several people who jumped into the courtyard first were immediately shot and fell to the ground, and a pool of blood quickly oozed from under them.

Under the direct threat of bullets, no one dares to climb over the wall again for the time being.

The crowd was some distance away from the iron gate, their heads sticking out, looking at the other side of the street. The cheers on the other end were already close, and so was the sound of a large number of engines.

Finally, welcomed by the citizens, the vanguard of the Ming army, tanks and armored vehicles, rumbled closer. On the front of the Lightning-3 tank, there were five or six Ming soldiers. Each of them held a large handful of cigarettes and candy in their arms, smiling happily, waving to the citizens on both sides, waving steel helmets, and responding to the cheers of the crowd. On both sides, there were citizens who went to the small shops on the side of the road to buy cigarettes, then ran to the tank, stood on tiptoe and stuffed them into the arms of the Ming soldiers.

For the soldiers of the two army groups on the left and right of the Ming Dynasty, everyone has seen such a scene several times. But for these Ming soldiers, it was the first time, and some soldiers who participated in the Hanzhong entry ceremony were only the second time. After D, they did not participate in offensive operations, but remained stationed in the rear of Sichuan. Now they have to enter Hanzhong and Qinling before they are transferred north. Now these hairy lads have just participated in this war, and before they have fought a single battle, they have already enjoyed two triumphant courtesies. They were holding the "trophies" in their arms, looking at the almost crazy people of the Northern Qing Dynasty under the car, and they were all sighing: Ah...... So this is a war...... It's good to fight.

The Ming army tank drove to the entrance of the police station and was immediately stopped by hundreds of citizens. They pointed to several corpses in front of the big iron gate with grief and indignation, pointed to the two standing cages, and pointed to the dying people who had been rescued, and complained loudly.

The tank commander of the Ming army looked at the corpses in the pool of blood in front of him, his heart was itching, and he wanted to show his hand, after all, he hadn't fired a single shot after going into battle. But he was afraid of court-martials. After all, this is not the military goal of the Qing army, it is just a police station, and no matter how bad the police station is, it is not the scope of war, and it is not something that their army has to deal with.

Just as he was hesitating, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet ejected from the tank turret, and a deep scratch clearly grazed it. One of the soldiers sitting next to him jumped down in fright. The other soldiers also jumped down, immediately hid behind the tank, crouched, took off their guns and held them in their hands.

An armored car behind also stopped when it heard the gunshots, and the machine gun in the front of the car was pointed to this side, observing what was going on.

In the compound of the police station, the muzzle of a policeman's gun was still smoking, looking at his own muzzle in astonishment, and then looking at the Ming army tank outside the iron fence in astonishment, and he didn't know whether he was too nervous, or he should be unlucky, and the gun went off.

There's not much more to say now.

The commander gestured into the headset and said:

"I'm under attack and I'm ready to fight back."

As he spoke, he retracted the turret and "slammed" the top cover.

The surrounding people cheered, and needless to say, all the people spontaneously dispersed to both sides of the road, leaving enough room for the Ming army tanks to maneuver. Then, hundreds of citizens began to applaud in unison all around, shouting in unison:

"Punch in! …… Punch in! …… Punch in! ……”

Immediately after that, the rear exhaust pipe of the tank spewed green smoke, the two tracks turned in opposite directions, and the tank turned half a circle on the stone road, and pointed the front of the car at the large iron gate of the police station.

A few policemen inside had never seen this formation, and they were really panicked, holding rifles and desperately aiming at the tank. I don't know who shouted "hit", and several rifles "crackled" and fired, and the bullets clanged on the frontal armor of the tank.

The Lightning-3 tank started the throttle and roared towards the gate of the police station, slamming the large iron gate to the ground in one fell swoop. The tank did not even slow down, still rushing into the compound at a speed of thirty kilometers per hour. The "big iron gate" flew out of the rear track, fell outside, and was already twisted into a twist.

A few policemen were so frightened that they threw away their guns and ran inside, and the tank's machine gun spat out tongues of fire, and with a few "clicks", three were knocked down. Before one of them could scream, he was run over his back by the tracks, and became a piece of flesh and blood in his clothes.

The remaining three policemen ran as fast as they could, and they rushed into the police station building without machine gun fire.

The tank stopped, chirped and lowered the barrel, and with a "click", froze.

Two seconds later, a cannon rang out, flames erupted from the muzzle, and 47 mm high-explosive shells exploded in the hall on the first floor of the police station building, lime, smoke, broken bricks, broken cement blocks, broken glass, broken wood chips, and gypsum blocks, and billowing smoke and dust gushed out, all the glass windows on the first floor and half of the glass windows on the second floor were shattered and fell, and the broken glass fell brightly in front of the building.

Outside the compound of the police station, the people of half the street erupted in the most hearty cheers, followed by a tsunami of applause, which lasted for a long time.

It took a long time for a policeman to crawl out of the white smoke and dust, and his face was white except for red. Red is blood, white is dust. There was also white dust on his body, and the black police uniform was almost invisible.

The volcano outside the walls suddenly erupted, and hundreds of people swarmed in from the overwhelming iron gate, and at once pounced on the half-dead policeman. The policeman disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then, the crowd poured into the police building to continue to vent years of resentment, each seeking justice for themselves and their families. They also had to open all the doors of the class rooms and let out all the people inside. Because years of experience have made it clear to everyone: there are no thieves and robbers there, and they are basically "meat tickets" caught for ransom. Because for these Beiqing police, it is difficult and dangerous to catch thieves and robbers, and there is no oil and water, it is far better to catch those "fat sheep" who have two money at home and no background.

The Ming tanks spewed out green smoke again, retreated backwards from the compound, and returned to the street.

With a great sense of accomplishment, the commander lifted the roof and stood up again, and was immediately greeted with heroic cheers from the people. He grinned, waved his hand triumphantly, and said to the headset:

"The resistance has been cleared, move on!"

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon of November 2, Beijing received a report that the Ming army had suddenly forced its way into Ankang. Emperor Guangwu was dumbfounded, looking at the map, speechless for a while.

At the same time, Nanjing received a report that "the whole territory of Ankang has been controlled".

At the negotiation table of Wuwang Villa, Yonggui was still grinding and wasting time righteously.

"Oh, my Lord Xiang......" Yonggui shook his head with a look of embarrassment, "Tut-tut, it's difficult...... This is the whole Ankang area...... It's not that a bunker can be surrendered with a single order...... I need time...... Alas, I said to my lord, you can't be too anxious, this kind of thing can't be rushed, and if you are in a hurry, it is easy to make trouble......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang knew that the Ming army was now advancing into Ankang, and he knew it, and he was not in a hurry. But if you are not in a hurry, you have to pretend to be in a hurry on the surface. Otherwise, Yonggui is a fine person, and he will definitely be able to guess the clue.

"Master Yong," Xiang Xiaoqiang slapped the table anxiously, "You only said that you are not in a hurry, so how can we not be in a hurry?" Yes, you are not in a hurry, anyway, our army has stopped in Shanxi, you can slowly consume it! Tell you, if you can afford to wait, we can't afford to wait! ”

The more Yonggui looked at him like this, the more proud he became, but the more embarrassed his face became:

"Lord Xiang, according to what you mean, we are deliberately delaying? …… My Lord Xiang, now you and I are stopping at the same time in Shanxi, and it is not you who are stopping, and we are still moving forward...... You say, is there any need for us to delay? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang knocked on the table and said:

"Then you said that you are grinding in Ankang or something! How much to arrange! Speak it up and listen to it! ”

Yonggui shook his head and sighed:

"Well, that's more...... Lord Xiang, it's not that I'm offended, Lord Xiang is in a high position at a young age, presumably because he doesn't have much grassroots experience, and he doesn't have much concept of the specific things below, which is reasonable......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang was stunned, this guy, this is right.

Seeing his reaction, Yonggui became more and more determined, and said with a smile:

"Lord Xiang, Ankang still has a whole division, 10,000 thousands of brothers...... The emperor is far away from the sky, and the soldiers are not as obedient as the Jingshi army. Alas...... Your army has repeatedly adopted the strategy of 'money to open the way' since the war, which is not moral, look, now it shows its shortcomings, right? Alas, those who did not intend to surrender will be attracted by your bounty to surrender, but the reverse is also true! This was originally going to surrender, but now that I heard that there was a bounty, I didn't want to surrender like this, and they all wanted to wait for the price and sell, holding back and letting your army increase the price and make a little more......

"What's more, even I, the Qing Dynasty, don't dare to force any army to surrender with such an order...... People don't want to surrender in vain, they also want to sell at a price...... Alas, let's reveal a little bit to your lordship, and now the Ankang guards are also blackmailing the imperial court. Since we want to surrender, we will not be taken into account by the Qing court. He is willing to surrender only if the court also pays so much bonus to your army, otherwise he will resist the order and not surrender, so that the court has no cards to play at the negotiation table...... This is all made up by your unscrupulous 'bounty order', my Lord Xiang! ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked at him in astonishment, but he was smiling secretly in his heart. This old boy has come to this point. The Ankang guards blackmailed your court, told lies and didn't make drafts, the wives and children of the Ankang guards, and the children of the whole family are behind you, and he still dares to blackmail the fierce god Guangwu?

At this time, the stomach hurt and pushed the door in, bent down and handed a piece of paper to Xiang Xiaoqiang, and whispered a word.

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked down at the newspaper and smiled slightly, knowing that Ankang had got it.

He looked up and smiled:

"Lord Yong, I'm really sorry for causing trouble to your Qing Dynasty...... Well, then don't bother, we're embarrassed. ”

Yonggui was stunned for a moment, staring at Xiang Xiaoqiang suspiciously, not knowing what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and pushed the newspaper over, and said with a smile:

"Don't bother you, we've already taken care of it ourselves."