The sun never sets

But the doubt only lasted for a moment, and then he fiercely ordered the reserve troops to be sent to the battlefield.

One punch is enough to open the door, so as to avoid a hundred punches!

If we don't hurt the Western colonizers, there will be more troubles in the future.

With a sullen face, he threw regiments one by one into the battlefield, even the second regiment after replenishment was put back into the battlefield, without paying any attention to the soaring death toll on his side. The opium ghosts prepared before were also put to use, with explosive packs tied to them, and then they were all sucked up by opium, and then all rushed to the battlefield.

Not to mention, those guys were so drunk on opium that they were very good at making human bombs, often sending both the enemy and their own people to the sky. Where had the Eight-Nation Alliance ever seen such a thing as a human bomb? Many people were so scared that their faces turned green. Those Chinese were so scary. They pounced on them with a sizzling sound and could blow a dozen people around them into pieces.

However, the casualties of the rebels were still heavy. Even though Lin Yongchang used all his tricks, he only gained an advantage, but failed to turn it into victory. When an officer ran into the headquarters with sweat all over his forehead, trembling and saying that the 27th Regiment had suffered more than casualties, Lin Yongchang said angrily: "I don't want the casualty figures! I just want the head of that bastard Waldersee!"

Later, he realized his mistake and apologized to the officer who was almost suffocated by fear, "I'm sorry. I understand. Where is the commander of the 27th Regiment? Let him tell me about the battle situation."

The pale-faced lieutenant swallowed and said, "Captain Zhao Sanduo was killed in action."

"............." Lin Yongchang remembered Zhao Sanduo, a dark-skinned, strong, but somewhat cunning landlord. "Does he have a son?"

"Captain Zhao's eldest son died, and he also has a 10-year-old son."

Lin Yongchang fell silent again. After a moment, he slowly said, "Secretary."

The clerk who was hiding in the corner came over and said forcefully, "Here!"

"Write it down and remind me later."

"Please tell me."

Lin Yongchang closed his eyes, and Zhao Sanduo's cunning face seemed to be right in front of him. If the memory was not so good, it might be better. He slowly exhaled, letting the fresh air enter his body, and then slowly said: "We... the people's government will build... or many orphanages to adopt those orphans who have lost their parents due to war or other reasons, as well as abandoned children... When we have money in the future, we will build a monument here to let our descendants remember what happened today, and let them know that there were many... many people like Zhao Sanduo who risked their lives so that they would not have to enter the reservation and live in slums and discrimination forever."

"........yes."

"Okay, that's all."

"Yes!"

Perhaps, people in the future will forget what happened today because of a prosperous, peaceful and beautiful life, and will think that people like Zhao Sanduo are stupid and have been deceived. However, even if such a situation occurs, it will be much better than China being at the mercy of others now.

Chapter 117 Bad News

The smell of dust and fire filled the air of the rebel artillery positions. Shell casings were scattered everywhere. The gunners were shirtless and sweating. Some of them had swollen arms, but they still gritted their teeth and stuffed shells into the barrels. The companions beside them pulled the reins hard, and the shells flew out of the barrels and shot into the distant sky.

In the wheat fields a few thousand meters away, there were more than 200 bodies lying in all directions, some of them were Chinese, some were Indians, and some were British. Further away, soldiers were still fighting each other. The rebels had more people, but their equipment and tactics were inferior to the enemy. Instead, they were killed and gradually showed signs of exhaustion.

The British lieutenant was overjoyed when he saw this, and was about to order a counterattack, but his face suddenly changed. The dull and rapid sound of horse hooves came from the other side of the woods, and then hundreds of Mongolian cavalry rushed out along the road. The galloping horses passed by like lightning, the swords flashed, the wind blew, and the sabers chopped head-on.

In a hurry, the lieutenant raised his rifle to block, but the barrel was cut off. The saber continued to move and chopped on the chest of the center guard. The broken saber did not cut off the lieutenant's body, and he fell to the ground with a scream. The knight who swung the saber rushed out a long distance, looked back at the enemy who was chopped down, and thought: It seems to be an official? What a pity.

Wulemuji stopped looking at the prey on the ground and shouted to the left and right: "Don't stop! Follow me and keep charging!"

Hundreds of cavalrymen charged and then galloped away. Their target was not the entangled infantry, but the artillery positions of the foreign devils. As long as they destroyed the French artillery positions on the other side of the wheat field and the woods, they would have completed their mission this time.

Fierce battles broke out in many places at the same time. Lin Yongchang, who was furious, asked his soldiers to shout in various languages before the attack, "No killing with weapons" and "No death for surrender", and then threw the replenished [Mongol Iron Cavalry] into the battlefield. After defeating the US army, they also defeated the small number of Japanese, Austro-Hungarian and German troops.

The Eight-Nation Alliance not only had many carts, but also many civilians, painters, reporters, photographers, etc. The ambassadors, emissaries and their families from Dongjiaominxiang also followed. Alfred von Waldersee was reluctant to lead all the combatants in a wave of attack at first. In addition to being reluctant to give up the rich spoils of war, it was also related to the fact that the ambassadors and their families were in the team.

After being surrounded, these people who had little fighting power were in chaos, and the civilians and merchants were also worried. After Marshal Waldersee sent someone to comfort them and explained that "as long as Yuan Shikai launched an attack, everything would be fine", they gradually calmed down. But this was not true, because the battle was too fierce, and the cavalry who wanted to rush out were fighting fires everywhere, consuming too much, and their fighting power was greatly reduced, and they were driven back when they broke through.

The fierce battle lasted the entire day and did not stop at night. Lin Yongchang kept an eye on the [Sun Never Sets in the Celestial Empire] system. When a certain unit's morale was about to hit rock bottom, he would withdraw it and replace it with a fresh force. In this way, the Eight-Nation Alliance was finally compressed into a small area of no more than six miles long and three miles wide.

The number of soldiers capable of fighting in the Eight-Nation Alliance has been reduced to more than 10,000. They have lost their bad positions one after another and have been compressed into a small area. More than 10,000 combatants and a greater number of wounded, plus miscellaneous personnel, the population density has increased unprecedentedly. At this time, as long as a grenade is fired in,

It could kill more than a dozen people if the rebels still had artillery shells. After the railway was dismantled, the artillery shells could only be transported from Tianjin by vehicles and people, which greatly reduced the transportation efficiency.

At this time, the rebels had an absolute upper hand. As long as they attacked slowly, they could eat up the enemies in their mouths one by one. However, as the Eight-Nation Alliance continued to shrink, their troop density also greatly increased. The rebels' attack became more difficult. Fortunately, the enemy had lost their cannons and trenches. When the rebels' artillery shells were transported over, they could crush the Eight-Nation Alliance's stubborn resistance.

Lin Yongchang breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the system interface, and found that a red spot of light suddenly appeared on the surface of the Bohai Sea.

After a closer look, his heart immediately sank. The Russian troops in the three northeastern provinces did not attack, and Yuan Shikai in Shandong did not move, but the Japanese fleet appeared on the sea near Tianjin. It was okay for the warships, as the Japanese were not capable of sailing on dry land, but the accompanying transport ship was loaded with 15,000 land forces and corresponding weapons and equipment.

The veins on Lin Yongchang's face and neck were exposed. "Damn Japanese, is the foreigner your father or something? Do you have to be so filial?"

Wang Zuolin's few thousand troops in Tianjin could not stop the Japanese regular divisions, and could only delay them for a while. Once the Japanese troops landed, his "eight-sided encirclement" tactics would become the enemy's "central blooming", and all the previous things would become nothing but illusions, and all the troops here would be doomed.

However, it was useless to blame the heavens, the earth, or the air. Lin Yongchang cursed the Japanese madly in his heart. He strode out of the room and shouted loudly outside: "All those who can move, gather together and take up their weapons!"

"marshal?"

"I will lead the charge myself!"

"Yes!"

The rumbling of artillery fire was incessant, and the screams of the wounded soldiers continued day and night. Those who had not experienced all this could not help crying. Although Morrison was also terribly scared, he held back his fear and ran around to comfort those crying.

Inside the headquarters, Alfred von Waldersee's eye sockets were deeply sunken. He hadn't slept for the past two days and couldn't eat anything. His cheeks were very thin and his cheekbones were protruding, which made him look very scary. The sound of gunfire kept him awake at night, and the crying of women and children gave him a headache.

The physical pain made him angry. Marshal Waldersee was never a man of good character, and he was already an old man. The experience of extreme joy and sorrow destroyed his will. Falling from the peak of life to the bottom of the valley was an exciting thing. Even many good guys couldn't stand it, let alone him?

An officer stumbled in, and before he could say anything, Alfred von Waldry roared, "Damn it! What bad news?"

The officer said palely: "General Alexander died in the battle, and the Russians retreated to..."

There were dense and hurried footsteps outside, followed by the neighing of war horses and the screams of people on the verge of death. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, as if a shell had landed near the tent. The air wave lifted the curtain, exposing the blood and fire outside to Marshal Waldersee's eyes.

There were screams coming from the side. The officer who had just stood in front of him had half of his head cut off by shrapnel, and his body collapsed to the ground. The attendant's left leg was cut off by shrapnel, and he fell in a pool of blood. The screams came from him.

Morrison avoided the panicked soldiers, bent down and walked into the headquarters. Seeing that Marshal Waldersee was safe and sound, he felt much more at ease. Waldersee recovered from his panic. The shell exploded in front of him and he was almost killed. He had never encountered such a thing before!

Then he saw Morrison and asked, "What's the bad news?"

Morrison bowed and said, "Major William said the soldiers refused to hand over the horses."

"Damn it!" Alfred von Waldersee said in a tone that was almost like a groan: "It's already this late, and something like this is still happening! All the soldiers who don't obey orders will be shot!"

The cavalry of the Eight-Nation Alliance was not many to begin with, and many were lost in the battle, leaving less than 2,000 cavalry. However, there were a lot of mules and horses in the house opposite, which could also be used for riding. However, those animals were used to pull food, ammunition and spoils of war. Each army had its own logistics, and except for the Japanese and Italians, the soldiers of other countries were unwilling to hand over the draft horses and mules for pulling carts.

Chapter 118: Transfer

The Mongolian cavalry had suffered heavy casualties. In previous battles, they had rushed into the enemy positions through hail of bullets several times. So far, the casualty rate has exceeded 50%, and there are less than 2000 people who can still fight, and many of them are injured. This unit was used by Lin Yongchang as a backup, and he originally wanted to use it at the most critical moment.

And now is the most critical moment.

Lin Yongchang mounted his horse and sorted out his weapons and equipment. The Mongolians and Han people beside him were doing the same thing. Many of them had traces of war on their bodies, and some of them still had wounds oozing blood, but they looked unconcerned.

He knew that as the leader of the rebel army, he shouldn't go into battle and kill people himself. Sun Jian, Xu Rong, Xiahou Yuan and others were examples of this. However, he was only one step away from victory, as if he could reach it with his hand. In this case, how could he not give it a try?

Maybe the teeth will work!

Just as everyone was silently checking their weapons and equipment, the sound of horse hooves emerged from the roar of gunfire. A horse galloped over and rushed straight towards Lin Yongchang. The soldiers grabbed their weapons, pointed them at the newcomer, and shouted, "Who is it?"

"dismount!"

The knight on horseback pulled the reins, the warhorse stood up, raised its two front hooves high, turned 90 degrees in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. Then, a woman jumped off the horse. It was the "Yellow Lotus Holy Mother" Lin Heier, who asked angrily: "Why don't you let us participate in the battle?"

"No reason," Lin Yongchang sighed and said helplessly, "The men are not all dead yet."

Lin Heier asked sternly: "Are women inferior to men?"

"That's not what I meant. Women can certainly lead troops in battle, fly planes, be tractor drivers, be doctors, and be teachers, but we must also face up to the physiological...innate differences between men and women. In the future, we will introduce a "Women's Protection Law" specifically to protect the legal rights and interests of all women. What do you think?"

Lin Heier was a little confused. What the hell were these airplanes and tractors?

[Persuasion] Lin Yongchang, whose skill has reached level 4, spent a long time to persuade Lin Heier to go back to the field hospital. Sometimes he felt that it was better to sleep with or beat the other person than to persuade him with great effort. When he was reasoning with others, he smiled on the surface, but in fact, his heart was already turbulent.

After Lin Heier's interruption, Lin Yongchang calmed down. He almost slapped himself twice. What's the point of going to the battlefield with a bayonet? How many enemies can be killed? Is the rebel army short of a cavalry? A general should not raise an army out of anger! Calm down, you must be calm, there must be other ways. He pondered for a while, re-watched the distribution of troops of various forces around him, and then found two new situations, so he had a good plan in his mind.

"The wounded soldiers go back to the hospital to rest, and the others stay where they are."

Marshal Lin calmed down and began to formulate a complicated battle plan, and issued orders one by one. The mobilization of the army was a very troublesome matter. Lin Yongchang could see the morale and the number of combatants of each unit, but all the mobilization orders were notified by sending people, and it would take some time for them to respond.

It takes time to respond, it takes time to mobilize troops, it takes time to switch from combat status to marching status, and it also takes time to switch from marching status to combat status. Once the troops are on the move, various problems will arise and their combat effectiveness will be greatly weakened. Therefore, many generals can only choose to build a strong camp, fight a stupid battle, and proceed step by step according to the procedures.

Except for a few famous generals, the more micromanagement others do, the more mistakes they make. It is better to just follow the battle plan and go all the way. Lin Yongchang had never made such a complicated mobilization before. With the communication technology of this era and the organization of the rebels, it was originally impossible to accomplish, but now he wants to give it a try.

You won’t get pregnant if you give it a try, so maybe it will work.

The mobilization of the rebel army takes time, and the plan of the Eight-Nation Alliance also takes time. The sound of gunfire gradually stopped, and the soldiers broke away from contact, treating the wounded, eating and drinking, and then doing things like repairing trenches, replenishing soldiers, weapons, and ammunition.

During the few hours in the afternoon, neither side had any intention of continuing the fight and were both licking their wounds in silence.

In the middle of the night, the guard woke up Lin Yongchang who was sleeping soundly and said, "General Li is here."

Lin Yongchang immediately got up and strode out, then he saw Li Dayan in the moonlight. Li Dayan's face was full of smiles, "Am I late?"

"It's not too late," Lin Yongchang laughed, and stepped forward to pat Li Dayan's increasingly solid chest, "It's not too late at all, you came just in time!"

The man who came was Li Dayan, who had led the troops south before. Lin Yongchang's original intention was to let him fight to the bank of the Yellow River to attract the attention of the court officials and soldiers, but Li Dayan was too capable. He directly crossed the Yellow River, went deep into Henan, galloped across the Central Plains, and repeatedly captured famous cities and towns. However, he consumed too much ammunition and manpower, far beyond expectations.

Lin Yongchang couldn't say anything to him. Could he blame him for fighting too well, far beyond expectations? At most, he could only curse "Damn Li Dayan" behind his back. When he heard that the Eight-Nation Alliance had massacred Beijing, he made up his mind to keep all those guys in North China, so he sent someone to send a letter to Li Dayan, asking him to transfer the First Regiment back. Maybe the First Regiment couldn't catch up with the battle against the Eight-Nation Alliance, but it could be used to guard against the enemy's reinforcements after the battle.

What I didn't expect was that Li Dayan actually came here in person, and came so quickly. The troops called over had just crossed the Yellow River, but it didn't matter, the plan could be modified.

"Why did you come so fast?"

"After receiving the letter, I came here with 3000 cavalrymen. Halfway along the way, they felt that the cavalrymen were too slow, so they let them follow behind and I arrived first."

Li Dayan rubbed his hands and asked, "How do we fight?"

Lin Yongchang did not mention the Japanese army's upcoming landing in Tianjin, as that would only cause chaos in the army.

With the addition of a new force, the battle became much easier. Lin Yongchang worked out a new plan in a short period of time.

, told Li Dayan about some of his combat experiences, and sighed: "We should recruit more Mongolian cavalry in the future. Cavalry is still very useful on the battlefield in East Asia."

"Are Mongolia the only country with cavalry? Tomorrow, I'll show you how our Henan cavalry fights!"

Lin Yongchang laughed and scolded, "You are obviously from Handan, when did you become from Henan? Also, there are no brothers in the army. You can either call me the Grand Marshal, or call me comrade, or call me instructor. Do you understand?"

"It's all the same!" Li Dayan laughed first, then nodded heavily, "I understand!"

"Well, go back and prepare for battle. Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll know tomorrow."

Chapter 119: Escape

The mobilization of the Eight-Nation Alliance was very troublesome. On the one hand, there was a language barrier. This army included Americans, Germans, French, Italians, Japanese, Austro-Hungarians... The Austro-Hungarian Empire was originally a patchwork. There were also Indians and Chinese in the Eight-Nation Alliance. Yes, there were also Chinese. It was very difficult to command so many people smoothly.

It was a little better when defending, just divide the area into sections. When organizing an attack, they had to fight on their own, which took more time to organize. But they really had a lot of cannons, which made up for their shortcomings. After an afternoon and half a night of mobilization, in the early morning, the artillery shells of the Eight-Nation Alliance hit the positions of the southern rebels.

The shells were still powerful, but this time they lasted only three minutes before the sound of the artillery stopped. It was not because there were no shells, but because the Eight-Nation Alliance was in a very chaotic state. Many shells were piled on the vehicles but not taken down, or they finally pulled the shells over but found that the caliber was wrong.

Coupled with the occasional flying shells and the irrational behavior of non-combatants, the combat efficiency of the Eight-Nation Alliance has been declining. However, no matter how inefficient they are, they still launched an attack. This time, it was the Indians who took the lead. Churchill once said: The British Empire will never fall until the last Indian dies.

So they arranged for the Indians to lead the charge, just like the British did in the previous battle. Next up was a mixed force of the Chinese Battalion, the Japanese, the Americans and the Austro-Hungarians, making the best use of the waste. The remaining 1,000-plus American soldiers expressed strong opposition, but Alfred von Waldersee said, "This is a unanimous decision, and it's you. If you don't go, you'll be shot immediately!"

The American cowboys cursed and then reluctantly lined up behind the Indians, ready to fire a few shots and see how they would fare. The American military's fighting style was different from that of the European powers, who had been fighting each other for nearly two hundred years, often head-on, and many countries had developed good skills.

The Americans are different. They have been picking on the weak since the founding of the country. When they encountered a strong opponent, such as the time when they went north to attack Canada, they were killed in the counterattack. The Americans learned from their mistakes and decided to pick on the weak in future wars.

The shells fell on the rebel positions, and the explosions caused the earth to rise into the sky, as if the ground was boiling. When the bombardment ended, the Indians in turbans charged forward in fear, and without exception, most of them were killed. After they rushed forward, as usual, a large group of Chinese rushed out.

Soon, all the British Indian soldiers were killed or wounded. The mixed forces took the opportunity to launch a charge, and the few remaining cavalry also rushed to the selected area at the same time. Except for the incoherent front line in the west, the trenches in the east, south and north were all wide and long. However, the rebels could not connect all the ground with trenches, and there were still some places in the spider-web-like trenches that could be passed.

However, those places were usually ponds, woods, paddy fields and other terrains that were difficult to pass through. Infantry could get through, but it was difficult for cannons and carts to pass through. Compared with the Eight-Nation Alliance, the only advantage of the rebel army was its large number of people. Lin Yongchang used manpower to the fullest and mobilized more than 100,000 civilians to dig trenches.

If guns and cannons are not enough, shovels will do. In order to win this battle, Marshal Lin planned and prepared for a whole year, and got tens of thousands of shovels, together with hoes, shovels and other tools from farmers' homes, and finally trapped the enemy.

The cavalry of the Eight-Nation Alliance chose a forest as the direction of their escape. They led their mounts carefully through the forest, ready to gallop away after they got out. The sound of gunfire covered up the noise made by the cavalry. They were ready to attack the Chinese from the flank after passing through the forest more than 200 meters wide, or just run away. The practice of "a friend dies before the poor" is not only found in China.

On the battlefield not far away, after the mixed forces of the Eight-Nation Alliance rushed to the position, the rebels suddenly collapsed, leaving only corpses and various weapons on the ground. This situation confused the soldiers of the coalition who were ready to kill, but they soon reacted.

"We win! We win!"

"We drove the enemy away!"

"Onboard!"

We have won, but what should we do next? Continue to charge or retreat as planned?

Before the others could figure it out, the Americans had already run away. They were Americans, just like the British, and they always wanted to be the first to run. The Americans' running immediately set a bad example. Some people thought they were going to continue charging, so they followed.

Some people knew what was going on and followed without saying a word.

The generals watching the battle from the rear were first stunned, then furious, and terrified. Seeing that the enemy was finally defeated, Morrison was about to cheer, but after seeing the expressions of the crowd, he asked in confusion: "Gentlemen, we won, why do you have such expressions?"

Before anyone could come forward to explain, something unexpected happened to the Eight-Nation Alliance. Some people were willing to sacrifice their lives for money, but not everyone was like that. After seeing the hateful Chinese finally being repelled, many people saw hope for survival, so they rushed out in a swarm, not even caring about the basic queues and formations.