Chapter 213 Ace Ding Yushang

The wind still swept across the French wilderness like a knife. The winter on the European continent is not like any winter on the Chinese land that Chen Shanhe had experienced. The cold wind here is mixed with the water vapor from the English Channel, making people feel this wet and cold feeling that it has been deep into the bone marrow. Even in the French army's capped regiment command center, I still feel that my feet are frozen. This winter was also the coldest winter in the European continent since the 20th century.

The senior commanders under Yuchen resolutely implemented his orders. Under the amazing eyes of the French, they still met the requirements of these senior generals from the East and dispersed them to various regiments of the Sixth Army to observe and inspect. However, they did not dare to let them go to the lower units. Paris attached so much importance to them. If something went wrong, the commanders on the front line could not bear the responsibility. Chen Shanhe was assigned to the 67th Regiment of the 34th Brigade of the 17th Division, a main division of the Sixth Army, as a temporary battlefield observer. He Sui was then the 34th Brigade Brigade, and Jiang Baili was in the division headquarters of the 17th Division. Ding Yushang, the kid, was assigned to the mobile squadron directly under the Sixth Division of the French Army Air Force. Everyone followed Yuchen's orders, sincerely and eagerly wanted to feel what the war was going on.

In the not too far in the future, although they don’t know which day Yuchen plans, they will inevitably come to this land again with hundreds of thousands of troops. This is an unprecedented expeditionary force in Chinese history and unprecedentedly equipped. As pure soldiers, they look forward to such a mission and are eager to make achievements in this world-scale war. Not to mention the national status and rise of China symbolized by the expeditionary force.

For two days, Chen Shanhe followed the French commander of the 67th Regiment, who was not old, and he traveled to every part of their regiment's front line. He was a bold person, and the French commander Colonel Lüva was also a troop promoted from the front line and was confused about those political matters. The ban on Chinese friends being not allowed to enter the front line trenches was thrown away by him. He wanted to show off his beloved team to foreigners. After these two days of experience, Chen Shanhe found that the 67th Regiment was indeed an elite force, and there was no doubt that he would compare with the same team of his beloved 18th Division. French soldiers were generally well-nutrition and strong in size. The new and veterans of this regiment were obviously trained. Each regiment had eighteen Hakis heavy machine guns, and they were not equipped with the Madson-style light-changing machinery that had been widely equipped in the elite Chinese army.

It is said that there were only eight guns in each regiment before the war. Their particularly elite regiment was equipped with four mortars of 82 mm caliber produced by France purchased Chinese patents. In addition, their excellent rifles were equipped with the regiment's 75 mm rapid-fire cannons. This regiment was comparable to the elite regiments of the Chinese army in terms of equipment. However, compared with the amount of ammunition dropped in each battle, the Chinese and French armies were not on the same level. Colonel Luva introduced that in the last battle,

Their regiment alone fired more than 1,500 shells of various types in a day, and the bullets were even more uncountable. However, after the shooting that day, they quickly built the road at night. No matter how difficult the road conditions were, cars and carriages would replenish the ammunition. During the Battle of Marenhe, more than one million shells were fired! Thinking of the long-term war in Qingdao, only 100,000 shells were done, and they almost wiped out the family's assets. Chen Shanhe felt a little heroic and short-sighted.

Their fighting will is still quite high, and the front line has not been stable for long. The trench system is still temporary. Living conditions are quite difficult. In this winter, the trenches are covered with cold mud more than one foot deep. However, the French officers and soldiers endured all this. They insisted on the front line and did not change defense for a long time. In the future, they will undoubtedly be the attack troops on the front line. Chen Shanhe also observed the French tactics very carefully. The French warfare was often lighter, while the flank troops, reserve troops, and support troops were heavier. In the 67th Regiment, the troops of their two battalions were placed on the front line,

It occupied a front line of about two or three kilometers. In addition to the regiment reserve team of a battalion, there were also the entire regiment of the 68th Regiment, a reinforced battalion of the division headquarters, and many baggage service units. It was ready to be used for ladder resistance or gradually attacking. This tactic Chen Shanhe was a little slandered. In his opinion, these generals were used to the combat command method of Yuchen or Sima Zhan who concentrated absolute superior forces to launch attacks. The main direction must form an overwhelming force of troops and firepower, and leaving too many reserve teams is just a waste! But the current reality of the Western Front also determines that there is no flank that can be detoured. This kind of military force may be used to strengthen the resilience of the garrison.

Sometimes, sometimes, there will be a little small-scale battle, the encounters of patrols on both sides, the battle of a commanding height, and the continuous artillery battle... Especially for France to prepare for its large-scale attack, the front line has begun to take positive actions. Stratify its own front line, seize the advantageous starting position, and the small-scale attacks are not interrupted every day. The Sixty-Seventh Regiment has undoubtedly to perform such a task. At night, under the illumination of bright flares, dozens of artillery fired against a German unit occupying a small highland opposite. French soldiers in bulky coats jumped in the whistle of the officers.

Out of the trenches, they pulled into scattered lines to rush forward. In the muddy battlefield, the craters of slurry were sluggishly sluggishly slowing down their impact. The flames of German machine guns and the copper sounds of Maxim machine guns with the holes that were like the ones that were out of the holes, were all desperately harvesting the lives of French soldiers. It was a small hill opposite with an elevation of only 25 meters. Chen Shanhe witnessed the attacks launched by the 67th Regiment every day in the past two days and nights, and retreated with two or three hundred casualties and wounded! But the next day, there were always new recruits to replenish them. France made the greatest determination for the large-scale attack in 1915!

Every time he leaned against the walls reinforced with wood in the regiment command, listening to the sound of shells shaking the ground, and the strange shouts of killing, crying for help, and miserable screams, he couldn't help but fantasize about what kind of battle scene it would be when he brought the army to France? He believed that he would do better than these French people.

"Chen, today is the third day?" Chen Shanhe was sleeping soundly wrapped in his coat, but was suddenly pushed by someone. Listening to the guy with awkward Chinese accent, he knew that he was Dexi'an, the French captain in Champagne Province, who had been in Shanghai for five or six years. He was five or six years older than Chen Shanhe, and he had a familiar personality. He really couldn't call Chen Shanhe as a Lieutenant General, and with Chen Shanhe's personality, after two days, Dexi'an, who was specifically accompanying him, shouted Chen and Chen. Chen Shanhe opened his eyes, and the cold morning air mixed with the aroma of coffee came to his nose. Dexi'an smiled and stood in front of him.

Chen Shanhe rubbed his eyes and finally woke up. He found that he was not in China. People who had been with Yuchen for a long time had the habit of drinking coffee. He immediately became energetic when he smelled the fragrance and snatched it over and said with a smile: "You kid, you hide all the good things. You are so fucking stingy. I gave me substitutes two days ago. Why did you have this good coffee again today?" Dexian pulled him up and stood up. The regiment command was quiet. The camp bed of the regiment commander Colonel Lu Wa was also empty, and there was only a dozing corporal guarding the phone there.

"Chan, this is still your benefit, because you Chinese guests, who gave you some American coffee powder yesterday, I heard that it was the comforting supplies raised by your President's wife from the Salvation Army... Colonel Luva took half of it and said you are generous, it's okay. After drinking coffee, you went out to see the troops. The fight was very fierce last night. Two or three companies collapsed and they had to reorganize again." Chen Shanhe sipped the coffee and poured a cup for Dexi'an. The two sat down.

Chen Shanhe enjoyed the rare luxury goods on this battlefield. The war had only been fighting for a few months, and the lack of some supplies was now seen. At least such a delicious coffee was almost impossible to see on the front line. The two of them were drinking coffee with a smile, just like old friends. After a long time, Chen Shanhe suddenly said: "This is not possible! You infantry are all dying upwards, hoping to overwhelm others with firepower, but the Germans' firepower is also very strong! The elite assault power of a small group is more important than opening the gap.

Strong, this is how we fight in Qingdao... Hundreds of casualties every day, hundreds of casualties every day. Before the battle officially started, the vitality of this regiment is about to be over! If you really want to achieve a breakthrough in this area, get more troops! Each regiment will take a piece of money and plant your own fields?" Dexi'an was stunned. Although Chen Shanhe did not fully understand the words, he still understood the general meaning. He just smiled at the criticism of this Chinese general. French officers' attitude towards these Chinese observers is based on

They are all the same, warm and friendly, but don’t pay much attention to it. How can Chinese soldiers compare with the great French army? He just changed the topic: "Chen...... Today there is a carriage from the medical team. Let's go to the town together. You have worked hard here for two days. There are our French nurses, hot food, and good wine! Mr. Luva said, you are a guest, and you can't always let you on the front line. I will also take advantage of it and feel the days when there are no shells falling around..."

A Bazan-style plane that Ding Yushang was very familiar with slowly landing on the completely yellow grass. The pilot looked frozen, and several ground crews put him off the plane. Large-scale war on the front line was imminent. The squadron assigned by Ding Yushang had very heavy reconnaissance tasks every day as long as the climate permitted. Every day, watching the Bazan-style, Transvaal-style and Falman-style planes stand up and down in this field. The French pilots were wearing leather jackets, goggles, and flew into the sky with silk scarves. Ding Yushang, who had not touched the plane for more than a month, was so anxious that he was going crazy!

He only liked two things in his life. There were also beauties in flight. This time, the beauty had sneaked in this visit. The French and Vietnamese mixed-race beauty I met on the boat also left him an address and asked him to come to France to find her. But the days of flying really made him feel that life was less fun! Yuchen ordered them to disperse to various combat troops to observe and visit. When he learned that he had been in an elite flight squadron in France, fortunately Yuchen was not in front of him, otherwise he would have hugged Yuchen and kissed her! But when he arrived at this squadron, he was very disappointed. No one was there.

Allow him to fly into the sky! The pilots of every country are the same, their eyes grow to the top of their foreheads. They ignore this so-called Chinese counterparts. Can China have pilots in the country with braids and tangled feet? Every day, our Major Ding Yushang can only squat on the lawn in winter, watching the planes rise and fall, and he is so envious that he saliva three feet long. He also sees the tactics of the French using planes, but it is really not very good. In addition to the active reconnaissance operations, there is basically no combat to restrict the enemy's air operations. Occasionally, two or three small bombs were thrown at the German positions and it would be fine.

The first sentence of the Chinese Army Air Force's combat manual is: "The use of our air power is to fully grasp air supremacy and limit the use of enemy air power!" This spirit of learning from Du Hei has been running through this new air power in the Far East. During the Qingdao war, under the leadership of Ding Yushang, the front-line commander, they did what they could do, expel or shoot down the enemy's planes and observe the balloons, making it impossible for the enemy to use air power to reconnaise us. Through many coordination with the army, they initially began tactical support for the air to the ground. For example, the army used the air force to use the air force to reconnaissance.

The airliner's plane pounced down and fired machine guns and threw small bombs in the direction marked by the smoke. The enemy's march during the daytime mobilization always had the power of the airliner to harass them. The army of the National Defense Forces gradually changed from despising these wooden frames and line-up frames to very welcome their cooperation. Ding Yushang can be sure that although their airliner now has only two old squadrons, two newly built squadrons, and about one hundred aircraft, the tactical level is definitely one level higher than these French people! Seeing them also equipped the Bazan-style with Lewis machine guns, but they cannot use them well, he is really red!

The French planes are really good. The Bazan-type he is familiar with is already outdated. Those Falman F, Mona Solnier aircraft, look at their speed, the roar of their engines in the air, and the speed of their climbing, you will know that flying these guys must be very good! You can bring more machine guns, more bullets, and more bombs! When can your own country produce these good things? Ma'anshan Joint Manufacturing Company has now established an experimental aircraft company. Some international students studying aviation have worked hard there, and they have developed a Restoration Arc aircraft with engines made in the UK. It is said that they can have a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. The propeller aircraft that two people are flying, with propellers behind the butt, and two Lewis machine guns can be placed in front!

Ding Yushang shook his head, not thinking that there were so many things that were gone. A French ground crewman was maintaining the Bazan who had just landed. He couldn't help but touched it and asked secretly in the blunt French he had learned in Nanyang, "Come on the plane?" The French ground crewman looked at the Chinese major who was treated as a guest and squatted on the grass to watch the plane every day, and answered very politely: "Yes, sir, you have to perform a flight mission in the afternoon. Mr. Lloyce needs to take a nap. Do you have anything to tell me?"

Ding Yushang looked around and saw that there were not many people on the airport, and most of them went to eat their specially served lunch. He asked the young French man with red eyes: "Hey, how about flying me up? Quietly, no one knows. Lunch is more important to the French, so I will get off when I go up." The young French man was stunned: "What did you say? Sir? This is Mr. Lloyle's plane, his love to ride. If you fly up, Mr. Lloyle will kill me. The commander of the squadron will also send me to the military court!"

Ding Yushang decided not to give up until he achieved his goal. He went there first than his desire for flying. When he walked to his dear Lao Bazan, he realized how much he wanted to rush into the sky. The days without flying for more than a month were so boring that he was simply killing the life of a genius pilot! He took out the gold coins he had exchanged in the UK from his pocket: "Look, what is this? Ten pounds! Add oil. Then I will give you a head, rest assured, gently. You said that Mr. China knocked you out and ran away when he got on the plane. Then you can spend whatever responsibility you have, spend as much as you spend. Think about it, what would you think when you went to the town next to you? What would those girls think when they looked at a handsome soldier with ten pounds?"

The roar of the plane was heard from the grass, and the Bazin-like Bazin-like leaping began to slide, and then rushed into the sky. When the commander and the French pilot rushed out, they saw the French ground crew lying down and pretending to faint very hard. Of course, the ten pound gold coins were packed well in his close shirt pocket. What else could they do besides cursing in French?

Ding Yushang, who flew into the sky, felt that he was the king of the sky. He circled around in the air and pulled the bolt of the Lewis machine gun. He listened to the crisp sound of the machine's return to the air. He was about to go down with a little ride and flew towards the German front with red eyes. At least he could have a few planes and a few balloons. It was not easy for me to come up this trip!

The three Albatross D.ii aircraft of the 13th "Female Deer" squadron of Germany's 13th "Female Deer" are marching back to their front line. They are about three thousand feet high and are on the dividing line between the two armies. This type of aircraft can fly fifty-five miles an hour. Because it is pull-in, it is also flexible than the French propulsion expulsion aircraft. In addition, French pilots are not very enthusiastic about the expulsion mission - they are more willing to drive over the infantry's heads and enjoy the cheers of the infantry. So they are not at all left.

Observing right, I just wanted to go back to my camp early and enjoy the sour sausages and beer. This weather, flying out of the air is really a tormenting thing! They didn't notice that in the air about 3,800 feet behind them, there was a lonely Bazan staring at them. When the German pilot felt that he was about to be frozen, the Bazan pounced down from a high place. The German pilot at the top of the V-shaped formation felt a little uncomfortable.

Yes, just as I looked back, I saw that Bazan was still seventy or eighty yards away from him. The fire of the Lewis machine gun on the nose flashed, and the wood chips on his wings flew everywhere, jumping around with the sound of a broken line. A bullet penetrated through his left chest, stirring the internal organs into a ball of blood mud. The albatross immediately carried it down! Ding Yushang let out a whistle: "Fourth!" Then he pulled the rod and rudder and climbed up. The two albatrosses in front ended up.

Yu found him and slid his head in two directions at the same time, as if he wanted to run away like this! He could only catch one, and Ding Yushang thought unsatisfiedly. He pushed the pole again, biting an albatross that he didn't like very much and rushed down. The German plane desperately dodged, trying to use the flexibility of pulling in the airplane to avoid Ding Yushang's pursuit. He looked back from time to time, and the yellow hair exposed on the brim of the German pilot's flying hat and the nervous eyes under the goggles were all clearly seen by Ding Yushang!

In the sky, I have no mercy. Ding Yushang was thinking in his heart. Bazin style showed the greatest flexibility under his control and bit the albatross dii tightly. This unarmed reconnaissance plane and Ding Yushang made several circles in succession. The soldiers on both sides below saw this rare air scene. It was just that the French soldiers were cheering loudly, while the German soldiers were cursing wildly. After the German plane hovered a few times, it seemed that they could not bear it. The front of the plane seemed to be unable to bear it.

As soon as he pulled, he wanted to climb straight up. How could such a mistake happen in front of Ding Yushang! Lewis's machine gun happily spit out his flames again, and more than twenty bullets were left almost all shot into the fuselage of the plane. Several bullets penetrated into the fuel tank. With a bang, the albatross ignited in the air. The upper wings were thrown out from a distance in the explosion of the fuel tank. The unlucky plane was swirling down like a torch. The pilot was also thrown out. It was probably dead.
Chapter completed!