Strong winds howled in the northwest. From Wuwei to Yinchuan, a cement road was just built last year. It is only seven or eight meters wide, but it is very flat.

On the official road from Yinchuan to Wuwei, countless people are pedaling bicycles hard. The soldiers carry rifles on their backs, and there are ammunition and supply packages on the bicycle racks. Their feet are pedaling wildly on the pedals, trying to reach Wuwei City as early as possible

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Cao Wenzhao was surprised to find that if he went at full speed, the bicycle could actually ride fifty miles in an hour. According to this calculation, he would definitely reach the outskirts of Wuwei before noon tomorrow. What made Cao Wenzhao especially happy was that besides the bicycle, there were also huge tricycles.

Team.

Although the tricycle rides slower than a bicycle, the tricycle can carry a heavy load. It is not a big problem for a tricycle to pull 200 kilograms of things, especially after the invention of pneumatic tires, the traveling speed is also faster.

They may arrive on the battlefield later than the infantry, and before they arrive, the infantry can fight with ammunition from their own rear racks.

In the combat readiness bag on the shelf at the rear of the infantry, in addition to two hundred rounds of ammunition, each person also carried six grenades. In addition, no one carried an extra mortar shell. The artillery squad dismantled the mortars.

The burden is shared among everyone. The barrel of the gun is tied directly to the beam, which basically does not affect the riding.

He has 13,000 men advancing rapidly, which means that when the battle begins, 72 mortars with 13,000 shells can fire.

What worried Cao Wenzhao the most were the three Maxim heavy machine guns. He didn’t know what the relationship between the man named Maxim and the commander was, but the commander gave the heavy machine gun this name.

A miraculous weapon that can fire two hundred rounds of ammunition per minute, Cao Wenzhao believed that this would be the ultimate nightmare for the Mongolian cavalry.

"Commander, I don't know why, the wind direction has changed, we are now facing the wind." The staff officer wiped the sweat from his military cap, and the expression on his face could be described as ecstatic.

"Grandma! If we don't win this battle, we're all fucking sorry to God. Tell the bastards to push hard for me while the wind is favorable. After this battle, the whole division will eat roasted whole lamb and suffocate these bastards to death."

Feeling the convenience brought by the tailwind, Cao Wenzhao was so happy that he almost jumped out of the car and knelt down to God.

From a bird's-eye view from the sky, there seems to be a giant olive-green dragon meandering along the earth.

When the news of the attack on Shuangqi Town came, Cao Wenzhao knew that the long-awaited fighter plane was coming. The Mongols still couldn't hold back and wanted to mobilize the troops from Wuwei City.

He didn't worry about Hei Niu. He only had to hold on to Shuangqi Town with two battalions of baggage. Shuangqi Town was a shabby place that was not worth filling it with thousands of Mongolian lives.

On the second night when Heiniu marched towards Shuangqi Town, the Fourth Division began to advance rapidly towards Wuwei City.

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It's dawn and the sun is out. No matter how cold the weather is, the sunshine will bring a warm feeling to people.

Galdan looked at the devastated Wuwei City and was determined to win. The leader who retreated from the front said that there were already civilians in the resistance team. Although they could shoot, their marksmanship was extremely poor. Half of them were often exposed.

Shooting them from the upper body is easier than shooting rabbits on the prairie.

The city wall on the north side of Wuwei City only has a pile of broken bricks and tiles, and the remaining wall foundation is only as high as a person's calf. Half of the city wall on the east and west sides is missing, and the bodies of Liao soldiers can be seen inside the broken bricks and tiles.

The gunfire in the city was still ringing out, and it was very intense. But listening to the gunfire, one could tell that the Mongolian soldiers' gunfire was far denser than the Liao army's gunfire. If it weren't for the roaring mortars, he would have been able to enter the city now.

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Thinking of mortars, Galdan's heart bleeds. The Mongolian army also has these things, and there are a lot of them. Although there are many mortars, there are too few mortar shells. They are transported from as far away as the Ili River Valley.

, simply not enough to supply the army.

Manufacturing on the front line in Gansu? There are not so many craftsmen and equipment, and there is not a suitable place.

The airships of the Ming army would come out as long as the weather was good. The sky belonged to them. If they put two more tents, they would be bombed. How could you build a house and build an arsenal? These days, the Mongolians only dare to cook at night, for fear of starting a fire during the day.

The thick smoke was found by the airship following the smoke.

Thousands of kilograms of bombs are thrown down, and when they hit the ground, they can create a large crater as high as three or four people. Within a radius of 100 meters, no matter whether they are people, horses, or cattle, they will be blown to death or shocked to death. The Mongolians have this attitude

Something that I respect from the bottom of my heart.

If there were enough mortars, the humble Wuwei City in front of us would have been captured long ago. Why bother chewing every inch of the land like now?

Dorgon rubbed his face that was numb from the cold, pointed to the watchtowers in the city and said: "That is the commanding heights in Wuwei City, and it must be the location of the Ming Army's command post. As long as the commanding heights are conquered in one fell swoop, the entire Wuwei army will be leaderless.

It only takes an hour or two to capture it.”

"Diaolou!" Galdan also saw the building that stood up like a tall tower. He was originally thinking why he went to such trouble to build such a thing on the edge of the desert in the northwest. Only now did he realize that the commanding heights allow him to easily observe the surroundings.

of everything.

Galdan, who has studied mortars, certainly knows that as long as there is such a commanding height, he can easily direct the mortars to fire. That accuracy is definitely a nightmare for the Mongolian soldiers who attack the city.

"Send the order, whoever can blow up that watchtower will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins and a thousand households sealed!" Faced with such an important goal, Galdan also spent a lot of money.

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward!

"It's seven o'clock. I think we can have dinner in the city at nine or ten o'clock. It's too cold to freeze outside the city all night. It's good to go into the city to warm up." While Dorgon was talking, he noticed that he was coming from a distance.

A troop of cavalry.

There were tens of thousands of people swarming there, and the flags showed that they were Danzila's subordinates.

"Danzila is back. It seems that the Ming army in Shuangqi Town has no intention of coming back for reinforcements."

"Hmph! They only have a few men and horses, and they still need reinforcements? If it weren't for the fact that Shuangqi Town really doesn't have much money, I would eat those two thousand people first." Galdan said disdainfully.

Dorgon knew that he was just talking happily and did not say anything. He put his hands in his sleeves and continued to watch the Mongolian soldiers attacking the city.

"Your Highness the Prince! The Ming army has been stationed in Shuangqi Town, and they seem to be collecting corpses. I saw that they had no intention of returning reinforcements, so they came back with their troops to help you attack the city." Danzila rushed to Galdan.

, put his hand on his chest and saluted.

"There's no need, Wuwei City is about to be breached." Galdan pointed at the smoke-filled Wuwei City with his riding crop.

Ge Erdan said that Wuwei City was about to be breached, and Cao Bianjiao felt that he was right.

Starting from the early hours of yesterday morning, the sudden sandstorm disrupted all arrangements. I originally expected to use the city wall to resist the Mongolian attack, but I didn't expect that the Mongols used the sandstorm to break through the city wall. The most important barrier was missing from Cao Bianjiao's plan, and now he

They could only maintain a loose front under the cover of mortars.

Cao Bianjiao was deeply grateful that he had stored four base numbers of mortar shells before the war!

The officers and soldiers on the front line suffered heavy casualties, and Cao Bianjiao had to temporarily recruit some civilians to resist the attack. These civilians had no military training at all, and many of them had never even fired a gun. He was given a bloody rifle and taught how to load bullets and aim.

Two bullets count as one soldier.

Although Cao Bianjiao knew that such a person could not survive even ten minutes on the battlefield, he had no choice. If he could delay one minute, it would be one minute. Two hundred people could fill ten minutes, and two thousand people could fill one hundred minutes.

The death of four to five thousand people can last for several hours. Perhaps reinforcements from my uncle will arrive by then. They will surround these hateful Mongols with an iron wall and not spare a single one.

"Captain! The grain store in front of the Yamen has been lost."

"What?" The grain store is only three hundred meters away from the Yamen, which means that his headquarters is already on the front line.

"The Mongols rushed forward forcefully, using grenades to clear the way for us to fight with bayonets. Our brothers suffered heavy casualties, and the new ones were even more useless."

"Stop talking nonsense, the guard company is assembled. All the cooks, grooms, orderlies... as long as they have long legs and can walk, all are here for me to fuck." Cao Bianjiao checked that the revolver was inserted and then picked up a rifle.

.Took two boxes of ammunition, put them in his pocket, and walked straight out of the command post.

The guard company outside has been assembled, and the grooms, orderlies, cooks, etc. in the command post are also standing inside. Even the cultural teachers are standing in the team.

"Get out!" Cao Bianjiao pointed at the cultural teacher's nose and shouted. Everyone looked at the cultural teacher, some with envy, some with extreme expressions, and some with unknown expressions.

"Captain! They've all gone to fight, why can't I go?" The cultural teacher's face suddenly turned red when so many people looked at him.

"You are literate! Scholar Jin Gui, if you die, who will teach these Qiu Ba how to read in the future? Drag him down, and there will be no time to write with him." Cao Bianjiao knew that the scholar would accept death, so he simply asked someone to drag him out.

"Brothers! The life-threatening job is here, don't say anything else. I'm at the front, and the guard squad behind me is the supervising team. The squad leader, if someone has diarrhea and collapses on the spot, don't ask for instructions."

"promise!"

"Let's go!" Cao Bianjiao waved his hand and rushed out with his men.

The guard company only has 120 people, and including cooks, grooms, orderlies, and even migrant workers, there are only more than 160 people.

Cao Bianjiao rushed to the front with his waist down, the bottom edge of his helmet pushed very low. He took two steps forward and pulled the bolt of his gun, kneeling on the ground to hold the fire.

A hundred or ten meters away, a Mongolian soldier fell to the ground, covering his neck and kicking his legs wildly.

The guard company was all people who had experienced hundreds of battles, and their combat quality was much higher than that of ordinary companies. Many people fell forward, aiming their rifles at any exposed Mongolians and firing. The people behind were under cover of fire.

Roll forward with your waist bent, leap forward!

They were divided into groups of three, covering each other as they moved forward. In just a few minutes, they advanced fifty or sixty meters!

"Mortar!" The front is where the power of grenades can be exerted. Cao Bianjiao hid behind the wall and shook his hands vigorously.

The orderly soldier guarding the wall immediately shouted at the mortar: "The regiment commander ordered the firing."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Twelve of the thirty-six mortars were deployed to specifically support this counterattack.

Mortar shells roared down on the Mongolian position. Several guys who wanted to throw grenades were engulfed in the smoke. The grenades smoked and exploded in their hands.

After three rapid fires, Cao Bianjiao blew a whistle. The leading troops immediately charged forward!

After rushing to a place about thirty meters away, almost everyone took out grenades. They pulled the tabs and threw them into the wall of the grain store.

It's hard to hear how many explosions there were. Anyway, the yard, which was already filled with smoke, now has even bigger fireworks. Between the explosions, you can still hear the screams of the Mongolians.

The grain store has a large yard for stacking sacks of grain. Now these grains have been blown to pieces by grenade shrapnel, and piles of yellow and crushed corn are scattered all over the ground.

When the guard company rushed into the courtyard, the Mongols immediately rushed out howling.

The two red-eyed troops collided with each other like sparks hitting the earth. They raised their guns and fired at each other. It was like lining up to shoot each other.

The bullets whizzed through the body, and almost all the soldiers of the guard company and the Mongolians in the front row fell to the ground.

The ones behind were holding rifles with bayonets in their hands and rushed forward regardless.
To be continued...