The battle of Hot Spring Soup seemed to end so simply. It was really a hurry to start and end. In fact, war, or a battle, is difficult to copy in words or other ways. The cruelty of war is just one aspect, but more of it is internal. It is left to everyone who has experienced this war personally and forever pain in the heart.

As the special agent camp of the teaching brigade, the battle "Early morning of May 19th" is a coincidence, but this coincidence has too much luck for them. Despite this, as the first battle of the teaching brigade against the Tsarist Russian invading army, it seems that no exaggeration to promote it no matter how you promote it. After all, good luck is not something that everyone has, and it is not something that can be encountered at all times.

However, this battle was only mentioned in the military history of the troops developed by the secret service battalion, and it looked very modest. Some people even wondered whether it was because the Red Second Division stolen the limelight by fighting Wendeng. As an old model of the Red Army in the Celestial Dynasty and the old sword force, the troops of the old swords felt that they were always a little unreasonable to promote the battle of Hot Spring Tang even more?

However, starting from Haiyang, the teaching brigade came out of the mountain via Dayushan North Road and entered Wenquantang and Gongshan after a short rest. The hardship they endured was the greatest of all the participating troops. If there was no food that Wendeng urgently helped the Red Second Division, the teaching brigade could only rely on wild vegetables to survive every day. Think about it, a tired, half-hungry and half-full unit dared to break through three checkpoints with more than 30 cavalrymen without falling down. Not to mention the commander's courage, just look at the troops, how much courage and strength should it be? In just a dozen minutes, a whole battalion of Tsarist Russia was wiped out without a single escape. Shouldn't this fearless spirit be praised?

"I was on duty on the first post that day. When I was bored, a team of horses suddenly galloped in the night ahead, and I immediately became energetic." This was the memory of Wuka, a soldier of the 2nd Squadron of the First Battalion of the Sixth Regiment of Tsarist Russia, when the battle was fought. "No matter me or others, I dare say that no one would think that the enemy was coming from the opposite side. I am not afraid of anyone making jokes. Really, at that time, in our memory, the enemy was still far away from us, especially in the entire Weihai Special Zone. In addition to the Tsar's soldiers and not ordinary soldiers, others are absolutely amazing.

There will be no chance again. Think about it, there were less than ten horses in our camp at that time. At that time, my first consciousness was that the commander came. I called all the brothers in the post next to me and prepared to line up to welcome them. In the post, the brothers were actually gambling cards. I even heard the squad leader scolding, and then the busy steps. The brothers were tidying up their clothes while running out. What did you say? Guns? Haha, they didn't hold guns, because everyone knew that it would be enough to stand here with my own gun, and no one would dare to make trouble. This is Weihai, it is a special zone."

"The horse team is approaching, how can I say it? It's as fast as the wind. Of course, the commanders usually do this, so it looks majestic enough." What Maka has experienced seems to be like this, very dull, so when he talks about this, his expression doesn't change much. "Until the commander on the first horse, oh, it's not the commander, but the Red Army. Of course, this is what I only knew later. When his saber was already on my neck at some point, I didn't understand why? However, I still know that I should throw away the gun in my hand immediately. It won't be possible to throw it away. The guy on the opposite horse was too fierce. I saw it in his eyes. As long as I hesitate, I wouldn't be today."

This is the proud stroke of the surprise attack, and it is also the pride of Liu Mingyuan, who is the first commander. So, why did this battle become something that the teaching brigade was unwilling to mention? Is it because of the gunshot that appeared later?

None of the Tsarist Russian soldiers on the second post existed, so it is hard to tell why the shot that appeared later was almost as imagined as possible, which could destroy the entire combat plan. Liu Mingyuan scolded him and even claimed to investigate him in anger, but he did not do so. The matter was obviously left alone.

The author is a person who likes to break the batter and asks the truth. Like many people who are flirting with, he has begun to collect all information related to the battle of hot spring soup.

"It was a terrifying night. To be honest, I will never want to remember that day again." Jeffska, the second lieutenant captain of the 1st battalion of the 6th Regiment of the Tsarist Russian Weihai Governor, was in Georgia more than ten years later, after several requests from a young female reporter in a certain country, finally agreed to be interviewed as a veteran who was captured and returned. He mentioned that "the early morning of May 19th", and his eyes were still a little dull, and his hands subconsciously rubbed their legs. "At that time, it seemed that they were not going to China for war, but just holding swords and guns to gesture, and then they wanted whatever they wanted."

Jeffska, who was in his early forties, said this and looked at the reporter and smiled bitterly, "Of course, it is difficult for you to understand our mentality at that time after all."

"Yes," the young female reporter nodded sympathetically, "They are very strong now, and everyone is afraid of it, but at that time it was..."

"You were wrong!" Jeffska shook his head, "What we made at that time was the same mistake you made today. You may only get this understanding from hearing or random introductions. But I tell you that they have always been very powerful. Of course, what I am not talking about the big braid book you imagined. That night, we all slept hard, and it was better to say that they were drunk than sleeping. In the entire battalion, except for our major, few of us had served in the army, and I was the few of them. But we had never fought a war, and the major fought, which was the same thing that happened more than 20 years ago. How did I wake up that night? I still haven't figured it out. It was the sound of gunfire, bombs, or who pushed? Maybe there is anything. Unlucky House! Yes, we live in an unlucky House. There are no window books behind the house, and there are gunfires and bombs everywhere outside.

, All those who want to escape have only one common idea, which is to rush out of this unlucky room as soon as possible. Dadada... I have never heard this sound, and the corpse instantly blocked the door. Then... Then, a few dark things were thrown into the window. I am lucky! It was because I drank too much and woke up the last time that I escaped the disaster. The bomb rang, and the guys in front of me made shields for me. Blood, flesh, my body and face were full of their blood and flesh. It was a dark and full of smoke and bloody house books... I really cried. Really, all the people who were still alive, no matter what hurt or nothing, were crying. Without being in the scene, it would be hard for you to understand the horror we were at that time. I grabbed a bunch of clothes, cried and threw them out of the window, and everyone threw them desperately. We knew that there must be white things in there..."

"Do you think they can understand what you mean?" The female reporter's face was a little weird. "So far, almost no officers from the dispatched troops stationed in China were able to come back alive, of course, including many ordinary soldiers."

Jeffska looked at the female reporter, "Didn't I come back? I'm not an officer?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you are the second lieutenant." The female reporter smiled embarrassedly, "I mean officers at the school level or above, such as your major at that time."

"They are all going to be loyal to their tsar." Jeffska snorted coldly.

"No, it is said that many of them were executed in prison camps later. Don't you know these things?" The female reporter acted as if she had broken the casserole and asked to the end.

"You'd better go to their cemetery and ask themselves in person, if they still have a cemetery." Jeffska closed his eyes, a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Only after experiencing the cruel scenes that should not have, you will feel how beautiful it is to live alone in your hometown." Liao Sha, a soldier from the Third Squadron of the 1st Battalion of the 6th Regiment of the Tsarist Russian Weihai Governor, was released from China half a year ago and now he relies on odd jobs to live in a place in Kazakhstan. Faced with the entangled reporter, the first sentence summarized his understanding of survival in this cycle of reincarnation in China for more than ten years.

"I am a thief. When I was eighteen years old, I had been in and out of the Tsar's prison three times." Liao Sha's thoughts returned to that dark era, and the unforgettable Japanese book. "When I went to prison for the fourth time, I felt that I was afraid I would be old this time, but the damn God of Destiny patronized me and pushed me from a darker abyss. In order to gain freedom, I was impatient to set foot on China's land. To be honest, if it weren't for that early morning, I wouldn't have thought it would be so stupid to go to China."

"Our squadron's barracks are on the east side. Perhaps in the eyes of other squadrons, we seemed to be somewhat caring for God. The Red Army entered from the west, and at the beginning of the fierce battles in the front barracks, many of us were awakened. On the river beach to the east of our barracks, there were two class posts of our squadron. They woke up earlier. Since the Red Army wanted to first eliminate them who had already begun to organize resistance, even though the bombs were thrown into the school, we were very

Many people ran out of several rooms. But what's the use of coming out?" Liao Sha's face turned pale, as if he had seen the scene from more than ten years ago. "The school books were surrounded by solid wooden fences, but there was only one gate. There were countless horse teams outside, and many Red Army soldiers who jumped off the horse were also rushing towards the gate with guns. People were helpless animals. In order to survive, they had only one idea at that moment, how to escape from this evil school. "

"How powerful their bombs are? I haven't been taken before. It's hard for people who have never seen them to imagine that when they go back to the house and wait for the bomb, there is only a dead end. So someone started to climb over the wooden fence. The first time he went up, it was like an infectious disease, and a group of people surrounded me. I was much thinner at that time than I am now. As soon as I squeezed in front of me, I was squeezed to the side before I could climb up. The gunshots were more fierce than the other. I was dizzy and suddenly felt a heat on my arms. God..." Liao Sha closed his eyes, and two lines of tears couldn't help but shed in the corner of his eyes. "Ivan, my best friend Ivan, was pierced by the sharp wooden fence, but someone still insisted on running out of his body. Ivan's scream was so... Then... the flow of my arms was his... his intestines..."

"Sorry," the elderly reporter was a little sad, "I have caused you sad again, but you are a soldier no matter what. Have you seen bleeding before?"

"It is precisely because I have seen it that I feel fear." Liao Sha's back was bent deeply, and his hands were tightly covering his head. "I have seen how the soldiers treated the people there, including Ivan, and of course, myself. What I thought of was that I would have the same tragic ending as Ivan. In fact, those who were desperately trying to run away thought like this."

"Yes," the old reporter nodded with emotion, "Goodly, you survived. It is said that although you were in the prisoner-of-war camp for a long time, it was not bad." At this point, he chuckled softly, trying to make his tone easier, "From being for freedom to entering the abyss of darkness, in just one year, he returned from the abyss and lost his freedom. This time, the freedom I lost lasted for more than ten years. Just as you said in the middle, you have become stronger than before. Haha, it seems that losing freedom may not be a good thing sometimes."

Liao Sha looked up and looked at the old reporter, "If we have the freedom of our country, it is a trampling on all mankind."

He turned his head and looked at Dongfang, and suddenly laughed softly, "From the day they accepted my surrender, I have never felt that I had lost my freedom for more than ten years. I am just atoneing my sins to see if I can still find my conscience as a person. To be honest, I originally wanted to live on that beautiful land for the rest of my life, but I don't want me!"

The old reporter nodded, "Actually, war is the most cruel. That kind of cruelty is difficult to achieve in any big-scale narration or recovery. The cruelty of war is inner and the spiritual trauma left to everyone who has experienced war. I have come into contact with several people like you. The early morning of May 19th has become a pain that they can never erase but do not want to mention. However, you are finally different from them. After all, I told me that the battle in your eyes should be a short battle."

Just as the old reporter later said, all the Tsarist Russian soldiers who survived the battle of Hot Spring Tang were extremely terrifying to the "early morning of May 19th". But for the soldiers of the special agent camp, the reason why they were unwilling to mention this battle repeatedly or even avoid it was because...

By chance, the author came across the diary of Zhong Qiming, the battalion commander of the spy battalion, and finally solved the mystery. Of course, it is just my personal understanding.

"The battle developed extremely rapidly. When I rushed to their barracks, I even thought that this Tsarist Russian army was not considered an army at all. For a stubborn iron army that was invincible and invincible, I would feel like my face was lost if others didn't laugh at it..."
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