Chapter 391 The Battle of Lhasa (II)

Why did the soldiers guarding ahead not sending back the warning? There is no need to consider it now!

With Yang Zheng and others' understanding of the cruel means of the rioters, the following soldiers who arranged patrol would probably not be able to come back!

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth and ordered the soldiers to check the guns and bring the ammunition to the wall. He calculated silently in his mind that there was at most one battalion of defenders near the town. If more than 1,600 infantry battalions gathered together, there would be no need to gather the more than 3,000 chaotic troops. The regiment headquarters didn't know what to do to fight, and ordered the garrisons between the departments of the first battalion to be very scattered. For a while, it was probably that the movements were discovered here, and only two nearby platoons could come to support them. The rest of the armed forces were afraid that they would have to wait for a while!

Can't be so passive!

Having an idea in his mind, he immediately turned his head and looked at the newly arrived young company commander Wang Hai and said, "Company Commander, we have two fast horses that send messages below. Please and my adjutant Xiao Wang quickly ask for support from the regiment headquarters. We have the defense to resist for a while. Go and invite reinforcements quickly. We will strive to bring all the chaos soldiers gathered by Deqing Sect this time!"

Wang Hai didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes immediately widened and he said angrily: "Platform Commander Yang, I am your superior, I should give you an order! You should ride a horse to the Mozhugong Kazong to ask for help from the regiment headquarters, and the speed should be fast! I'll wait for you to come back here. If you can't bring reinforcements back before dawn, I will kill you!"

The two looked at each other like cockfighting for a long time, and finally hugged each other and laughed. The riot army had a cavalry team of four or five hundred people. Dazizong was located along the Lhasa River and was most suitable for cavalry combat. Both of them knew that they would delay, but in the end they would only be surrounded by the enemy!

Seeing that the enemy's cavalry was about to rush up, Yang Zheng hurriedly wrote a report, and Wang Hai also signed his name on it. He found two of the best equestrian staff and asked them to break through the siege and ask for help. The two of them were reluctant at first, but finally they finally saw that they didn't leave. Then they made up their minds and rushed out of the door of the village that had just opened with red eyes.

As the gate of the village closed, Yang Zheng and Wang Hai both understood that the next time the gate of the village opened again, it would probably be the day for them to die for their country. The regiment headquarters located in Mozhugongka is about 70 or 80 miles away from them. Although this section of the road is not difficult to walk, when most of them arrive, they are afraid that it will be tomorrow afternoon as soon as possible. The first infantry battalion gathered together and may eventually be able to repel these thousands of rebels, but they probably won’t have the chance to see it in one company and one row!

The torch was approaching in a blink of an eye, and the two sides had no nonsense at all. Before the people arrived, the bullets had already flew over and were embedded on the earthen wall just built the day before yesterday! Yang Zheng asked for a rifle and personally guarded the front, while the company commander Wang Hai commanded the battle behind a earthen wall more than 50 meters behind. Yang Zheng had much more combat experience than Wang Hai, but why did Wang Hai who joined later become his superior? One was because Wang Hai once crossed the east.

*** Systematic learning of combat and command experience is another important reason because he is too crazy in war. A commander has been rushing to the front line and has passed the era of cold weapons. The danger on the front line determines that the mortality rate is much higher than the rear. Although he, a platoon leader, can boost morale, he may accidentally be killed by stray bullets. If there is no officer in the row commander, he will probably be in chaos!

The soldiers in a row were well-trained, firing rows of guns, and almost every bullet was fired. After a burst of gunfire, the horses in front fell down in a row, and the ones behind them rushed up again. The bullets from the rifle counterattacked by the village walls whizzed past the walls, and the soldiers dug up the gun holes on both sides. There were sharpshooters in the corner towers on all sides. In this situation, they also calmly shot them with one gun, without any confusion.

The machine guns in the two castles have not moved yet. Their machine guns have not many bullets, and the number of riot soldiers rushing over is not large. Only forty or fifty people are shooting platoons, which can be temporarily blocked. If not, the riot soldiers have more cavalry, but they have not received systematic training. When they rushed up, there are many of them who bumped into their own people, and even were shot by the people behind them. The chaotic charge of the cavalry was conducive to the defense of a row, and dozens of rifles were knocked down.

Rows of cavalry rushed up, and the horses that had no master were neighing everywhere, aggravating the chaos of the army behind. But in the end, someone broke through the fire net woven by rifles and bullets. The chaotic army had no heavy weapons. Even though the ranks of cavalry only temporarily built a temporary protective city based on the original dozen civilians here, the bullets were difficult to penetrate the protection of the earthen walls. The cavalry rushed forward while roaring with the blessing of the Buddha, and threw the earthen explosive packs up.

These gunpowder packs have little explosive power, but thrown into the earthen wall can also cause a large hole to explode. If a few are concentrated and exploded in one place, it will not take long to explode a gap!

Seeing that there was some chaos on the village wall, Wang Hai thought he could not wait any longer and ordered loudly: "Fort No. 1, Fort No. 2 is ready, machine guns are fired in all cavalry within 30 meters of the village, pay attention to saving bullets. Squad No. 1, Squad No. 2 are bayonets, and Squad No. 3 are careful to bring the grenades behind them forward!"

Yang Zheng saw that the third squad was in a mess and helped, and divided the boxes of grenades from each person and three or four. He was fine. The remaining dozen left him and moved the boxes to the front. He saw that there was a rush and suddenly threw a grenade over, keeping the hidden soldiers protected by Buddha. A thunder went down and the head flew high up on the open space not far away. Not long after, in the air, in addition to the smell of gunpowder, there was also a faint burnt smell of flesh and blood!

With machine guns and grenades in battle, after nearly two hundred cavalry fell down in front of the city, the rust army realized that it was impossible to break through the city by cavalry. After more than forty minutes of stalemate, the rust army retreated scatteredly with the sound of the horn. The soldiers also stopped firing and saved bullets. They fired fiercely just now, and each rifle fired about ten rows of bullets. Their small town had not many bullets, and the fierce battle just now could last for up to six hours. Two machine guns even drank bullets, and it was only 14 or 15 minutes after firing. However, in just 14 or 15 minutes, the bullets were quickly consumed like flowing water. Not to mention grenades, conservatively estimated that there were still two people underneath.

The battle was short and fierce, and such a face-to-face battle also tests the soldiers' nerves the most. Yang Zheng and Wang Hai sat down against the earth wall, gasping for inspection while checking the guns in their hands. The soldiers were also busy rescued the wounded and replenished the ammunition. In this battle, everyone was determined to die.

"Brother, give me a cigarette!"

"Give!"

Yang Zheng had a Yellow Crane Tower in his mouth, and many cigarettes that had just been produced in the rear were also sent to satisfy the smokers in the army. Yang Zheng was one of the smokers. He coughed and had just been rubbed by a stray bullet on his right arm, and now it was so hot that he felt a stinging pain.

Wang Hai took the cigarette he handed over. He didn't know how to smoke, but then he asked for one. After Yang Zheng helped him light it, he frowned and took a sip, choking and coughing. Yang Zheng looked at it and wanted to raise his hand and pat his shoulder to make fun of him, but accidentally wiped the wound on his body, making his face twisted in pain!

"wrong!"

Wang Hai took two puffs of cigarettes, and suddenly his face changed and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and rushed out.

"What's wrong!"

Yang Zheng was shocked.

"It's over... I've fallen into the trap!"

Then the fire could still see Wang Hai's face turned pale, and he kept muttering something, knowing that Yang Zheng was holding his collar and swaying for a while before pushing him away.

"It's over, we're trapped!" He yelled at Yang Zheng!

"Cao, what's going on? Tell me quickly!"

Seeing that his expression was different, Yang Zheng didn't care about the wound on his body. He lifted him up and shouted, "At the same time, he was half a head taller than Wang Hai."

"I've fallen into the trap... I've fallen into the trap!"

Seeing that Wang Hai was still like this, he felt a fierce face and suddenly slapped him hard in the face, "I'm back!"

His face hurt, but Wang Hai seemed to not feel it. However, his eyes had returned to clearance, but he looked at him with a slutty smile, "Brother, we are afraid that we will not be on the hero list if we die this time!"

Seeing that he finally recovered from Qingming Festival, Yang Zheng quickly let go of him, "What's the matter? You kid knows a lot, just tell me!"

"You listen carefully, listen carefully!"

Yang Zheng stood quietly and listened as he said, and there was gunshot in the distance...

Wait, there is gunshot.

Wang Hai smiled and said with a slutty smile: "I was wondering why no reinforcements came for more than 40 minutes. Chen Crook's third row was stationed at the Lama Temple seven miles away, and He Fei's second company had two rows stationed nearby. It was more than 20 minutes, which was enough to arrive here to rescue the siege!"

Yang Zheng's face turned pale immediately, but he continued, "I understand all the time. Now I understand everything. The chaotic army even sang a good show to surround our city and lead all the teams to support them. Fourth, no one of them arrived for more than a minute. Chen Crook is afraid that there will be more disasters on his side, and the second army may be difficult!

Perhaps as Wang Hai guessed, the two of them listened carefully with gloomy faces. Not long after, the gunshots from the direction of Chen Crook's defense in the third row gradually stopped.

They didn't leave much sentimental time, and in a short while, the retreating army rushed up again.

"Let's wait!"

"Don't shoot...Don't shoot!"

This time, about one thousand riots advanced to less than a mile away from the siege. The open terrain in front of the siege, coupled with the dazzling torches in the dark, the rows were clearly seen, and they knew how many people were on the opposite side!

One man rushed out of the chaos on his horse. He rode his horse alone. He didn't ride fast. He stopped all the way to a hundred meters near the city wall and shouted at the top of his voice: "Don't shoot the Han army opposite, listen to my words from Master Deqing Bale. You Han people had a riot last year and drove away the Manchu emperor. As a result, you Han people are all independent now. Some time ago, our *** brothers have also become independent. Now it's our plateau's eagles' turn to fight for their own freedom.

Didn’t people call your revolution last year? Is this called national independence? Now we Tibetans are fighting for independence, and we want to establish our own country. In the future, we Tibetans have the final say in the matters in the future. Are we wrong? You are also good men of the Han people, and I don’t want to see many casualties here. You retreat, withdraw from Dazi Sect, and withdraw from the *** area. Our Buddha’s soldiers pay the most attention to credibility. We are just to fight for our national independence, not to have any war!”

"Ph, shit!"

Yang Zheng spat.

Wang Hai was about to reply, but he stopped him. He took a breath, touched his gun and went to the city and shouted, "Bad, although you guys with no conscience, Yang Zheng, don't understand any great principles and have no great knowledge, he also knows that from the Tang Dynasty to the present for more than a thousand years, these *** have been benefiting from this country for generations. You guys have forgotten the Central Plains, for the simple food and clothing of our Han people on the day, the silk and satin, the tea and salt, the gold and silver jewelry, and the precious books they sent. Ingratitude is what you are talking about. Two months ago, the Eastern Expedition Army was launched to attack my hometown, Sichuan, and now your Bomi King has even brought us his hometown. Now, it's your turn to be ungrateful wolf!"

He suddenly raised his gun and shot the Tibetan man who was riding a horse. His shooting skills were extremely accurate. The man a hundred meters away turned over and fell down without humming. He heard Yang Zheng standing on the wall and laughing: "Have fun!"

When the gunshot fell, Yang Zheng had already told them clearly that even if he died in battle, this position would never be given to them!

The riots on the opposite side were really angry. With a burst of Tibetan roars, teams of serf soldiers held their guns and shouted and rushed towards their city where only more than forty people were defending. Although the total number of people this time was much smaller than before, the Tibetans only dispatched hundreds of cavalry and a small number of serf soldiers to charge for a while, but now more than a thousand people roared and rushed up fiercely. These serf soldiers were half open, half open, making a terrifying sound, and hugged them everywhere endlessly.

The soldiers still responded with neat roving guns, but such a large impact could not be stopped by dozens of rifles. The soldiers of the chaotic army quickly rushed to the bottom of the city. Although Yang Zheng and others were obviously much better in weapons and equipment than these chaotic soldiers, the number was too small, so when some of the serf soldiers caught up with them with explosive bags, after paying the price of two or three hundred, the chaotic army had already suppressed the firepower from the city!

"Don't wait, it's this time!"

Wang Hai also wanted to suppress the machine guns, but he didn't want the two machine guns that were short of bullets to fire. However, Yang Zheng had already issued an order to fire the machine gun in advance.

"Can't suppress it anymore!"

After throwing a grenade out, he squatted down with a sudden cry of pain, and he was also shot on his left arm.

The dull sound of earth guns fired under the village was heard in the underworld. Many soldiers who were shooting at the entrance were blinded and screamed and fell down the wall. Seeing that the distance between the two sides had been closer to less than twenty meters, the firepower was pouring out between the two sides at this short distance. If they didn't want to use the machine gun, they would be afraid they could no longer hold it!

"Machine gun, shoot!"

Dadadadadadadadada~~~

The sound of machine guns sounded, and the uncommon firepower network formed by the two castles suppressed the riots that had rushed to the front!

Ge Xiazha stared at this small Tucheng Village with red eyes. The bullets fired by the two machine guns in the village were as eye-catching as two tongues of flames. In just a few minutes, the intertwined bullets swept down the two or three hundred slave soldiers who finally rushed to the city wall. Although it has been said that the weapons of the new Han government's Western Expedition Army were no worse than those of the foreigners, but he, who had participated in the British invasion war in 2003, had seen the firepower of the Han army, and had spent more than 1,500 people to lure less than 400 Han troops. The excitement of him, who had participated in the 2003 British invasion war, had already disappeared.

"The Buddha is here, is it really God that I am not allowed to pursue freedom by Tibetans?"

He punched hard on the big tree next to him. This Tibetan man who had been a guard by the Buddha since twelve years ago was so angry that his face turned black. Before May, the Buddha summoned them all to the Secretariat of Southern Tibet. He said that this time he reached an agreement with the British, and the cowardly new government of the Han people would definitely not dare to offend the British. At that time, the Buddha Kingdom they had been pursuing would definitely be reborn like Outer Mongolia.

The Buddha's earnest teachings are still ringing in Geshaza's ears. He always remembers the teachings that the sky on the plateau will belong to Tibetans. However, the sound of fighting and screams kept ringing. Their several ambushings of the Han army were subjected to tenacious resistance, not even much worse than the British army he remembered, and this was just a small unit under the Western Expedition Army.

The strength of the Western Expedition Army made him feel completely heartbroken. He vaguely felt that it was impossible for such a powerful Han regime to allow independence and establish the *** to assist the country. This undoubtedly made him even more angry while being afraid. He gritted his teeth and ordered him: "Send more people to go up and tell him that he would take down the Han army in front and avenge Master Deqing Bale. The first warrior to rush into the city, I would give him the status of aristocratic, rewarding thousands of acres of fertile land and one hundred slaves. For each Han warrior killing a Han man, rewarding ten acres of fertile land and ten acres of fertile land!"

It is said that there must be a brave man under heavy rewards, and this is true. The aristocratic identity is very attractive to the serf soldiers. Sure enough, dozens of fearless people rushed up to the city with a scream!

The battle of the subsequent Lhasa battle started from the genius to the early morning of the next day. Although these rioters who had not received much military training but were very fierce in combat, were unable to capture the nameless defense that could not be found on the map. The battle ended in the second half of the night. After the two machine guns were silent, the earthen wall that blocked most of the enemies, which had been blocked in front of the city and the earthen wall that had been built with the mud and wood mixed with the enemy was once captured, and then died to the end of the eight-man row, although the second company and the remnants of the third company were still supported by the remaining troops of the second company, they were unable to defend the nameless small city.

By dawn, rows of leaders Yang Zheng were already lying quietly in a place without any sound. During the battle, he was concentrated by a bullet passing through the wall, and his angry eyes seemed unwilling to accept why he could not see the silence of the turmoil army.

Wang Hai was already lying behind a city wall and could not stand up. He was shot in the chest. His lung leaves were pierced, and he clearly felt that life was leaving him. The victor Ge Xiazha had a blue face and walked up under the escort of a team of soldiers and saw the last surviving man in the city! He was indeed unhappy. No one planned for so many days, but he still paid more than 2,400 casualties and wounded, and took down more than 900 people from the first infantry battalion.

"You are the hero of the Han people..."

Ge Xiazha looked at Wang Hai, who had already turned gray in his eyes, and suddenly spoke in Chinese that he was not very familiar with. Wang Hai obviously returned to his eyes, and his spirit suddenly shook, but his breath suddenly flowed out of two blood columns. He kept opening and closing his mouth, vaguely thinking about saying something.

Geshaza knew that he had no combat power, and despite the obstruction of a guard beside him, he stepped forward and wanted to hear clearly.

"This...is...China...must...must win!"

With his head tilted, a young life disappeared on this plateau closest to the sky!

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Chapter completed!