"And I went to war with Russia, not anything else, just because Russia killed our people. This is called a must-fight battle. Although the enemy is weak and strong, I am fighting on the inside, and there is a towering fortress behind me. The navy on the outside is several times better than the Russian Pacific Fleet, and it is impossible to trap me to death. My situation is as stable as Mount Tai. If I don't send troops, all the people will lose their hopes. If I send troops, all the people will return to our army. I must send troops, and the battle must end within three days. I must wipe out the invading Russian troops!"

After saying this, Zhao Gang ignored them and ordered:

"I will be told that the first person to arrive will be rewarded with 100,000 taels of silver. Those who arrive will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver. Those who arrive within two days will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver. Those who arrive within two days will be rewarded with 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels of 100 taels

The military order was like a mountain. When the 2nd Division was issued, the Third Regiment of the Second Division was training in western Liaoning. With a command, they all ran towards Hailanpao, running 140 miles a day and a night. They arrived in Heilongjiang at 1:00 pm on October 21, and were only six kilometers away from Hailanpao, which was across the river.

Since the massacre on October 19, the Russian army has not carried out another massacre, but the massacre may be staged again at any time, and the lives of six or seven thousand Chinese compatriots are at stake.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Russian military leader Gribsky announced that tomorrow, all the Chinese in Hailanpao City will be wiped out. In addition, Gribsky announced the requisition of food, livestock and auction of property left over from Hailanpao Chinese residents to supply military supplies.

The Third Regiment was exhausted until now, and most of the soldiers were lost. But this was not a problem. There were soldiers all over the mountains and fields, and they could not tell which unit they belonged to. They could catch them at random. The regiment commander Song Bingce was not polite, and they took one to collect one, and soon turned the third regiment into a full regiment. Then, they began to assign the squad leader and platoon leader. These things were so busy that Song Bingce was as big as a fight. After finally finishing his work, Song Bingce found that although he had nearly 5,000 people in his hands, he did not have a boat to cross the river, and it was difficult to climb the sky to cross the river.

Just when Song Bingce was in a dilemma, a thunderous sound came from a distance, and the earth was trembling. Song Bingce hurriedly asked someone to set up a defense line and prayed that it would be his own people. At this time, at the end of the road, a team of cavalry ran over slowly. At the moment, the person was unable to see his face clearly, only looking at the heavy plate armor on his body, which looked like an ancient heavy armored knight. Under the sunlight, the bright armor reflected him like a heavenly man.

He shouted loudly: "Rise the flag" a knight behind him hurriedly spread the flying tiger flag of the Pingkou Army, trembling in the wind, behind him was an endless torrent of steel. In the sunshine, the entire team was like a huge golden dragon, despising all enemies.

The two armies met in a small town in Heilongjiang. Song Bingce was surprised to see the two division commanders, Wu Junsheng and Ludendorf. When he was still surprised, the knight in front took off his helmet and greeted Song Bingce.

"Song Yi, I just said, I didn't know that the man who worked so hard that he actually ran in front of our cavalry. I didn't expect it to be you, a little bastard."

Song Bingce opened his mouth wide: "Commander Zhao, you are here too."

Zhang Gang smiled and said, "Of course I want to come. Not only I have come, but all the elite troops of my Pingkou Army have come. This is a unit I have trained secretly. It was established last year and has been training in the arsenal. It finally came in handy today."

Rudendolf, who was standing beside him, said: "No wonder you ran to the arsenal every day at that time, and it turned out that you had ambushed this move."

Song Bingce asked enviously: "What's the name of this army?"

The strong man holding the flag on the side heard it, looked at Song Bingce, and spread the flag in the wind with a sound. The three big words "Xiaoqi Camp" jumped into everyone's eyes.

At this time, the cavalry had already dismounted and struggled to remove the armor from the horse, put it on the riverside and assembled it. Soon, a thing that looked like a wooden box was formed. Six wooden boxes were formed and a larger wooden box was formed. In less than ten minutes, 500 large wooden boxes per meter square were arranged by the riverside. Then, the soldiers took out huge sheepskin bags, stuffed them into the wooden box and blew them hard. After blowing them all, they threw them into the water. An hour later, the 700-meter floating bridge was built. At this time, the Russian army was still burning, killing, looting, and they didn't know that the God of Death was coming.

The Russian army's command center was located in the largest house in Hailanpao. At noon, around the large four-legged carved table in the large living room, four people were sitting at a meeting: one was the captain Muravijov, a middle-aged man with white hair, and the other three were members of the command center.

Muravyov opened a map of the province on the table. While moving his nails on the map and looking for a route, he said to the person with high cheekbones with strong teeth opposite him, "Yermachenko, you said you wanted to fight here, I think you should withdraw early the morning after tomorrow. It would be best to retreat overnight tomorrow, but everyone is too tired. Our mission is to go back to Vladivostok first by the Northeast soldiers.

It is simply a joke to resist with the amount of troops we have in place... A cannon, thirty shells, 200 infantry and 60 cavalry - what can it do... The people in Northeast China are coming like a flood. Only when we unite with the troops in Vladivostok can we fight.

We must also note that in addition to the Northeastern people, there are many various bandits along the way. My opinion is that it will be withdrawn early tomorrow morning, and it will take two or three days for the Northeastern people to build bridges.

In this way, they can't solve these people for the time being. What are your opinions? Let's decide." He said to the people present. Struzhkov, who was sitting diagonally opposite Muravjov, moved his lips, looked at the map, and then looked at Muravjov, and finally squeezed out a sentence from his throat with great difficulty:

"I... like Muravyov's opinion."

The young man in black uniform also agreed: "Mulavijov made sense."

Only Yermachenko shook his head against it. He said, "What are we doing to build this team? Is it to retreat without fighting in front of the Northeastern people? According to my opinion, we should fight them here. It is annoying to run... If I do my best, I must fight here."

He suddenly pushed the chair away, stood up, and paced around the room.

Muravyov glanced at him disapprovingly.

"The war has a reasonable point, Yermachenko. He knew it was a defeat or a death, but he insisted on the soldiers to rush up. We can't do this. It would be ridiculous to do it. Behind us, there is an enemy division, equipped with heavy artillery and machine guns... Yermachenko, we can't be a child..." Then he said to everyone: "It's just decided, and we'll withdraw early the morning after tomorrow."
Chapter completed!