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Chapter 623 War Poet

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    After walking through the trenches, Zhang Hanqing saw calm faces.  These "United Forces" with different faces, heights and skin colors, the only thing they have in common is the military uniform worn by Guan Fengjun.  The roaring cannons for the first half of the day were clearly heard by the Chinese army more than ten miles away. Why didn't the person involved feel much?  He looked at Zhang Zongchang who was greeted by the news in shock, and asked: "General Zhang, what are the casualties of your unit?"

    Although Zhang Zongchang is a rough old man and usually unruly, Zhang Hanqing still respects and respects him.  While leading Zhang Hanqing to his headquarters, he replied: "Young Marshal, our department fought with the Zhili Army for half a day, killing more than 350 people and injuring more than 800 people. We repelled the enemy's 6 group charges and killed about 3,000 enemy soldiers.  People. At present, the enemy has taken the initiative to stop attacking, and our army's position is as stable as Mount Tai!"

    Zhang Hanqing said suspiciously: "Wang Weicheng's headquarters on the opposite side is the main force of the Zhili Army. Even if our army has geographical advantages, the disparity in casualties should not be so big, right?"

    In his previous life, he had watched many movies about the Kuomintang army¡¯s battles, and there were endless tricks by officers to turn defeat into victory and exaggerate the results of battles.  Isn't this Zongchang also suffering from this problem?  For the general, any untrue words may affect the judgment of the battlefield situation. He will not easily listen to the "win results" that are talked about in the night!

    Zhang Zongchang could see that the young marshal didn't believe it. Before he could say anything more, suddenly there was a loud "bang" from the opposite side, and a new round of shelling began.  Zhang Zongchang pointed to the Fengjun position in front and said with a smile: "Young Marshal, please watch carefully how these bastards deal with the Zhili Army!"

    Zhang Hanqing raised his telescope.  In his previous life, he had only seen in movies and TV shows high-ranking military officers looking around with telescopes in hand, looking very arrogant.  Finally, he had the opportunity to visit the battlefield in person. He heard the sound of shells whizzing by, but he felt that he could not feel confident at all.

    According to the view of joint infantry and artillery operations in military textbooks, after the artillery row, the infantry charges.  The 33rd Brigade led by Zhang Hanqing quickly entered the position under his personal leadership.  A vanguard battalion took over the jurisdiction of the battalion headquarters where the "Foreign Legion" suffered the heaviest casualties. After some arrangements, it was ready for battle.

    Zhang Hanqing discovered a strange phenomenon through the telescope: these motley crews of the "Foreign Legion" were really battle-hardened. When the cannons roared, no one showed up to visit. They were all lying in the trenches, smoking and sleeping.  , chatting, chatting, not paying attention to the explosion next to them.

    When we looked further ahead, we saw the corpses of countless soldiers lying scattered in front of the position. It looked like the military uniforms belonged to the Zhijun Army.

    The shelling stopped, and the Zhizhi Army launched another group attack.  Perhaps they were afraid of being beaten a few times before, so they all aimed at their waists and carefully touched the Fengjun position.

    There was no movement from Fengjun, and Zhang Hanqing's eyes fell on a group of White Russian soldiers at the front line.  They turned their backs to the trenches and squinted their eyes to concentrate, paying no attention to the enemy troops who were only a few dozen meters behind them.  The distance was so close that it seemed that as long as the Zhizhi army charged, they could cross the trench in an instant.

    Not far away, the regular battalion of the 33rd Brigade has begun to fight back.  The commander gave the order, and hundreds of guns were fired at once, immediately knocking down dozens of Zhili troops.  However, the Zhizhi army responded quickly. The soldiers behind them quickly crawled on the spot, set up their machine guns, and fired wildly, suppressing the Feng army in the trenches until they could not lift their heads.

    Under the suppression of machine guns, the infantry moved forward quickly.  When Feng Jun raised his head and wanted to continue fighting, the roaring bullets immediately beat him into a sieve.  Fengjun's machine guns quickly carried out counter-suppression, but still could not stop the Zhili army from moving forward in the gap.  Although several people fell down every inch they advanced, there were always Fengjun officers and soldiers hit by stray bullets. Both sides relied on courage, blood and corpses for support.

    But the Belarusian soldiers¡¯ position next to it is not like this.  The same number of straight soldiers poured in, the same or even slightly worse firepower configuration, and the fighting style was completely different: at the command of a lookout commander, the White Russian soldiers in the trenches raised their guns and fired a volley, achieving fire suppression in an instant.  Moreover, he quickly leaned down, loaded the bullets, fired with lightning speed, and then leaned down again. He was indeed well-trained.

    This tactic is really miraculous.  With every volley, a row of straight soldiers fell down like cutting Philippine vegetables. Not long after, the front of the position was in a mess again, and there were large bodies of corpses in front of the trenches that had just been cleaned up. The casualties of the "Foreign Legion" soldiers were really  not much.

    In the end, the Zhili army was unable to withstand the huge casualties and retreated like a tide, leaving nearly a thousand corpses behind.  Counting the casualties of Fengjun, Zhang Zongchang's troops lost more than a hundred people, while the newly joined 33rd Brigade was only responsible for about one-tenth of the plane, and nearly a hundred people died in the battle.

    Zhang Hanqing keenly discovered the benefits of this tactic. He immediately arranged for Gao Weiyue to convey the experience to various officers. He praised Zhang Zongchang for his powerful command and recorded his military exploits in the name of the former enemy's commander-in-chief.

    This battle made Zhang Hanqing look at Zhang Zongchang with admiration.

    ?However, for "Pork General" Zhang Zongchang, what misses him most is not this achievement, but his pride as a "poet".  He heard that the young marshal could write poetry and was a versatile commander in both civil and military affairs. As early as when he entered Shandong Province, he wrote a collection of poems and wanted to compete with the young marshal.  Now that the young commander is there, of course he has a chance to test his skills.

    He ignored the raging war and took advantage of Zhang Hanqing's peace of mind that the enemy was retreating. He took advantage of the situation and said, "Young Marshal, I heard that you are a good poet. You have also written a few poems. Please evaluate them."

    Zhang Hanqing also heard that this big boss published a collection of poems in Shandong, "I have no chance to read it, but I have longed for it."  He also likes to be a teacher. Since the war is not a problem, of course he does not want to refute the honor of this veteran Fengjun general. He is happy to relax and says, "What great achievements does the general have?"

    Zhang Zongchang said: "The cannons were blasting just now, and I, Lao Zhang, composed an impromptu poem."

    At the moment, the heavens above the head are proud of the earth, the sound is affectionate, the words are ï¬, the heroic picture is overflowing on the paper. The poem is named "I also write a big style of the wind":

    "The cannons are firing to blast his mother, and Weijia is returning to his hometown. The heroes are Zhang Zongchang, and the giant whale is swallowing the fusang."

    Zhang Hanqing laughed so loudly that he almost choked with tears.  However, after regaining his composure, he still praised him: "What a poem!" Then he said seriously to the staff members who were hunched over in laughter: "General Zhang speaks well and can be called a battlefield poet!"

    Zhang Zongchang grinned. As the saying goes, my parents are the ones who gave birth to me, and the young commander who knows me is the one who knows me.  How happy it is to be praised by a young commander for your poems while you are still alive!

    Regarding the safety of the front line, Zhang Hanqing finally felt relieved.  He handed over Gao Weiyue's troops to the command of Zhang Zongchang and returned to the former enemy headquarters.

    In order to further stimulate Wu Peifu, Zhang Zuolin, Zhang Hanqing, Guo Songling and others decided to take the lead in opening up the situation with Yijun in the middle of the weaker opponent.  That night, Zhang Hanqing mobilized all artillery regiments of the two divisions overnight, together with a regiment of the Shenyang Independent Artillery, a total of more than 100 cannons, and deployed them at the front of the position, aiming to target the Zhili Mi Zhenbiao Department.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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