Beiyang new warlord

Simply outrageously luxurious!

What makes Sun Chuanting even more hematemetic is that, except for the horses that give him special preferential treatment, these are the equipment that almost every militia regiment who comes to report has equipment. It is easy to equip an army of 10,000+. This Mao Jue is rich, which makes people think cry.

It is said that it is a bitter cold place outside the Great Wall, where did Mao Jue get so many things, especially that powerful locomotive.

"Greetings, Mr. Army Commander!"

Just when the poor Sun Chuanting was lost in thought with the pistol in his hand, a crisp report sounded suddenly in his ears, and he hurriedly turned his head, a tall and burly man wearing thousands of armor was suddenly reflected in Sun Chuanting's eyes. eye.

"The last general, Yuan Dabao, pays homage to the army leader!"

There are also factions in Dongjiang nowadays, and the most outlying faction is the five regiments in Hegang Town formed by Yuan Shizhong's cronies. If you don't use it for nothing! If you can consume it, you will consume it. For this task of throwing stones and asking for directions, Fan Wenju did not hesitate to take him under his command Two groups were pulled out.

It's just that after more than half a year of Dongjiang training, the shotgun was replaced with a lot of new equipment, this Yuan Dabao didn't have the consciousness of cannon fodder at all, but instead urged Sun Chuanting in high spirits.

"Military leader, our department is ready, I don't know when to start!"

After all, it is an elite army of 20 miles from the Xiaoyuan camp. As soon as an expert stretches out his hand, he will know whether it is there. Looking at the troops under Yuan Dabao's command who are quietly riding horses waiting by the river, Sun Chuanting feels a little bit more in his heart. Can't help but nodded.

"Wait another half an hour for the last supply. No one has brought three days' worth of rations, ten boxes of canned food. As soon as it gets dark, set off immediately!"

"The last will obey!"

The noise gradually came to an abrupt end. Standing at Dingbian Fort and looking down, in Fan Wenju's sight, Sun Chuanting's cavalry quickly disappeared into the thick night and rushed towards the vast Songjiang Plain along the Hulan River.

"This man still has two brushes!"

Not only Heilongjiang Bianzhen is preparing for war here, but the Yalu River is also at war. Along the Yizhou line, three corps plus more than 70 reserve regiments are guarding the riverside. The troops pushed the cannons into the line of defense.

Holding the binoculars, Adelaine also looked into the darkness in the distance.

Today's Qing Dynasty and Dongjiang are like two masters fighting each other, neither of them dare to make a move easily, waiting for the time when the other party wants to see each other.

But guarding the city wall, Adelaine's delicate and heroic cheeks were also full of anxiety. This kind of large-scale mobilization was a huge loss for Dongjiang every day. Although the Qing army also farmed, But this is the slack time for farming, at least before the autumn harvest, it will not be too busy, but Dongjiang, especially Tieyi, factories with black smoke are not idle, in a fashionable word, that is 1 minute Fifty to sixty thousand!

If it continues like this, once the autumn harvest is delayed until September, the Qing army stops fighting and goes back to harvest the crops. Dongjiang will pay for it for several months. This is absolutely unacceptable to the proud Adelaine.

Her patience was also exhausted bit by bit. Looking at the Yalu Riverside City on the other side that had become empty again, she finally put down the binoculars, and Adelaena turned her head and ordered.

"Come here, call General Li Jiucheng to see me!"

"Sign up and obey!"

The soldiers left behind by Mao Jue simply agreed, turned around and walked towards the front of the Fort, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of birdsong in the sky, and several pigeons landed on the Fort of the Left Incisor one after another. in the pigeon coop.

In that direction, the direction of Shengjing and Shenyang in the west, the inside line finally delivered new information again.

A woman's curiosity is comparable to a cat's. After waiting for so long, it was a complete torment for Adelaine. She took three hurried steps and took two steps at a time. She pinched the letter box on the pigeon's leg with her own hands and poured The wax pill inside, when I opened the wax pill for the first time, Adelaine's almond eyes widened.

"Damn!"

Chapter 441. Handsome Talent

The advantage of troubled times is that people are ruthless enough, as tough as stones.

Needless to say, the elite of the refugee army under Yuan Dabao's command, what is surprising is that the people in No.19 factory seem to be at home in this desolate wilderness.The raid continued for a night and a day, and penetrated into the vast no-man's land at the junction of Liaoning and Jilin in later generations. They camped near a pine forest. The sergeants on duty were familiar with observing the periphery and setting traps. The soldiers of several regiments were useless. Sun Chuanting specially ordered that the fire be automatically not lit at all, and after eating the dry and cold canned food without complaint, he immediately dug a small hole for shelter in a shelter from the wind, and fell asleep.

This kind of hard work, even Qin Jun under Sun Chuanting's command, probably didn't have this perseverance.

Dare to bring a group of workers out, Sun Chuanting naturally has his own confidence. The entire factory has more than 1 people working in three shifts, 24 hours of non-stop mining. The first two shifts are for production, and the third shift for each wave of workers is military training. After all, the entire Dongjiang is a big army town. Don't be on guard all the time, either from the south, the north, or the west. They have food and drink, and the military training time is even longer than that of the Qin army.

But military skills can be trained, but the hard will that is easy to come by cannot be supported by military training. While picking up the canned pork with the oil congealed together with the provided spoon, Sun Chuanting turned his head curiously and asked He came out together, and Zhou Baodu, the subordinate of the director who became the team leader.

"Not bad! Where did you practice it?"

"Factory Manager, stop laughing at me, Old Zhou!"

I don't know whether it was made so dark in the [-]th factory or it was born so dark. Zhou Baodu scratched the messy hair on the back of his head with a sneer: "When I was fleeing in Shanxi and Henan, Lao Zhou was the head of our village. Where did you escape? , everyone listens to me, if this escape is not good, the lives of our whole village will be accounted for! In the words of our factory, the responsibility is heavy!"

"Refugee?"

After so long, Sun Chuanting really didn't know the background of the people under his command. He thought they were all Dongjiang natives, so he couldn't help it, the governor of Shaanxi mumbled subconsciously.

However, what made Sun Chuanting even more depressed was still behind, full of emotion, Zhou Baodu sighed deeply, and beat his armor with his hands.

"You don't know. At that time, there was a sea of ​​people dead. In our village, there were more than 140 people, and only about 40 survived in the end. Especially once I met a grandson of the governor of Shaanxi. A general surnamed He killed more than [-] of us, and roasted and ate more than a dozen women alive, saying that he was not envious of sheep! Tell me, what we refugees want is food, and if we live, we will be fine. Why didn't the dog court give him a way out?"

This questioning made Sun Chuanting speechless.

In the past, he only thought about how to fight against the refugee army, how to wipe out the thieves, and how to restore peace and order to the place. He didn't hear about the atrocities committed by his subordinates He Renlong, Ai Wannian and others, but he didn't take it seriously. On the road, it was really such a face-to-face long talk with a refugee, but Sun Chuanting felt his conscience in his heart and chest, and he always felt a sense of suffocation.

yes!All they want is a bite to eat and a life to live. Why can't I, the governor of Shaanxi, and their parents and officials, not be able to do it?

It seemed that Sun Chuanting's complexion became a little bad, Director Zhou smiled again, and slapped himself lightly.

"Knock my mouth, what are you talking about these unlucky things at this time, there are still good people in the imperial court, just like Marshal Mao, who planted land for us poor people, gave us jobs, and gave us money. Are there any in Shanxi? The unscrupulous mine owner is driving the workers to death. How can you be as good as Marshal Mao! And the director of the factory is also a good person, both of whom are surnamed Sun, thousands of times better than that Shaanxi governor Sun! "

Face-to-face slapping is no different from this, but surprisingly, Sun Chuanting felt relieved when he heard this good man, and chuckled twice.

"A good man?"

"Maybe"

The food he brought was enough for four or five days. In this era of the border between Heiji and Jilin, water and grass were still abundant, and a war horse could carry a small bag of oats. He had once fought against grassland tribes. According to Sun Chuanting's plan, at least in this area It took a few days of wandering in no man's land to find any traces of the Mongolian tribe.

But there is a saying in later generations called love at the corner, and Sun Chuanting did not expect that these Mongolian tribes who moved to Liaodong were so arrogant.As soon as it was daylight, Sun Chuanting felt his shoulders shake, and an impatient voice sounded in his ear.

"Army rate! Army rate!"

I have to admit that although he was exiled, this year as the factory director was the year in which Sun Chuanting slept the most soundly and at ease. He didn't have to worry about when another civil uprising would break out. He was confused for two or three seconds. Only then did he wake up, rubbed his eyes, and then saw clearly that it was the plump and round black face of Hegang guard Yuan Dabao swaying in front of his eyes.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"Army rate! Tartar tribe! Tartar tribe!"

All of a sudden, Sun Chuanting's remaining sleepiness disappeared.

After all, unlike the Mongolian grasslands, there are many plain forests in the Songjiang Plain. On the banks of the Songhua River, on the plain beside a small jungle, there are densely packed yurts like mushrooms. In the early morning, the tribal women are busy first. Get up, drive the sheep together, milk them, cook milk tofu, and a puff of cooking smoke carries the fragrance far away.

And it wasn't until the sun rose that the lazy Mongolian man got up to drink milk tea and start his day's livelihood.

The tribes who were busy driving their cattle didn't notice it. Near them, under a few bushes, a few pairs of eyes stared at him excitedly like a hunter.

As expected by Sun Chuanting, it was the Mongolian tribes that the Jianzhou Jurchen sent to harass Heilongjiang town, and what Sun Chuanting did not say in the military discussion was that only the Mongolian tribes were the ones who invaded! Fan Wenju’s worried brigade of slave-building troops had no shadow at all.