After the sky gradually darkened, on the east end of the remaining Tongji Bridge.
"It's true that God helps me too,"
Grasping a piece of snow that is too small but still a little melted, Shi Shaoyong (Jianguji), with big beard and heavy eyebrows, said loudly with rejoicing on his face:
"This kind of freezing and unfreezing weather is the biggest hazard to those who force a river crossing! As long as we can block the thief army at the mouth of the river for a few days, we can retreat to Jiexiu City for good health and well-being;"
"You must not slacken in the next night. All of you guys are cheering up, the director (Li Siyuan) and An (Chonghui) Yunju have already prepared cattle, wine, food and ladies in the back village, just wait for us. How about frustrating the pioneering spirit of these thieves?."
After he made such a promise and Xiao Yi took advantage, in the rush of work on the river bank, the morale that had seemed a little low and sluggish was finally lifted up. At the same time. On the other side of the river where the clamor gradually subsided, snow flakes disturbed;
"What a crime!"
A half-new jacket and big jacket looked a little bloated. The old Huang Yang (Yang Fusheng), the representative of the mobilization and transformation task force of the Committee, was also looking at the protruding parts of the corpses stacked on the river beach, and couldn't help but sigh. Road:
"These are all good elite soldiers, and they drowned in vain; if they can be captured, I'm afraid it will speed up the widening project of the Rat Sparrow Valley Pass."
Then, he turned his head to Lin Ming, the leader of the jumper, and patted his chest:
". For the next thing, just leave it to me, keep it in the shortest time, and bring you a group of local people who are barely able to use it... However, you must first find some Hezhong soldiers from the auxiliary pawns. Come.."
Afterwards, another waiter who came lightly, fell in front of them and reported:
"Lieutenant Du, the auxiliary soldier team searched the customs, but failed to find enough materials; on the contrary, the (combat) engineering team that followed up brought a hundred pairs of sheepskin foam and a large number of ropes..."
"That's fine. With these objects alone, you can make a lot of floats first; then pick out some good hands who know the water, and try to force him to see if it can be done at night..."
Jumping ** Du Wei Lin Ming couldn't help but nodded, and then said to Yang Fusheng:
"Next, you have to work harder..."
"Don't worry when I'm doing things, I can't look away from the enemy on the other shore..."
Yang Fusheng replied elegantly after hearing the song:
So? When the night began to shroud the Fen Shui, and the moonlight had not yet come out of the thick clouds? The Taiping army camp in the open area of the mountain pass on the west bank of Fen Shui was a fire. Bright and full of noisy hustle and bustle.
Therefore, you can vaguely see from the East Bank, that truck after truck of supplies is pulled from the pass in the rat sparrow valley to the camp? Then it turns into the screams and onlookers of pigs and sheep being slaughtered in the middle of the camp. The laughter of the audience; eventually it becomes the smell of various grilled, cooked and fried meat fats.
For a time? All kinds of aromas of different kinds of cooking, even vaguely drifted to the east coast. And let those Jin sergeants who are on duty between Jianzha and Juma? They are eating coarse dry bread and hard aged meat, and a little bit of bad wine to keep warm and gargle? The more they feel the same taste wax. stand up.
However, these movements have not yet completely ended, and there are many wine barrels and wine jars on the horse-drawn carts, which are piled high like hills? And they have become crisp and smellable clinkers in the night. And the sound of falling cups? All kinds of persuasive and arguing and arguing clamors;
And along with these faint sounds? There was again a burst of jagged singing, and then? At this time? Even those Jin sergeants who patrolled the river bank at night, it is inevitable that they are a little bit motivated and weaker. Letting go with God;
Even if most of them are used to the harshness of winter in the Northland? But they can’t help being driven by the physical instincts caused by the cold? I want to end my journey hastily; and I still taste the same after returning to the tent to drink and heat it. Slightly sour muddy wine is also good.
And in the darkness in the corner of the camp? Lin Ming, who has put on a lightweight and warm rubber cover, also blackened his face against the special ointment, only showing the left and right of the ghostly eyes? Confirmed the temporary dispatch password again:
"Cross the river, cross the river;"
Then? I saw him first wading into the falling snow of the river, and holding a floating object made up of sheepskin foam, the next moment he slipped and sinked to the bottom, he floated again? Become a silent river, constantly paddling and kicking smoothly. The small dots that flow obliquely.
I don’t know how long after that, the noise and noise of the West Bank that was left behind? All seemed to disappear for a while, but Lin Ming still failed to step on a river bed that was large enough for a foothold, and was wrapped in the icy water. The undercurrent seems to rush them farther and farther; but there is no chance of landing at all.
It seemed that most of his physical energy and heat had been swallowed by the too wide river surface. He could not even feel the bone-chilling cold of the river water at the beginning, and only the body's increasingly dull and stagnant movements were left, only the drag and the feeling of connecting the front and back ropes. The faint sound of water strokes reminded him that he was not alone.
To make matters worse, the snow falling on the face like a knife cut with the wind also stopped, and then from the cracked and broken clouds began to reveal strands of moonlight like threads, shining brightly in Fen. Above the water, the movement surging in the waves was also faintly illuminated.
At this time, his body had been soaked for a long time, and Lin Ming, who had lost too much heat, was also in the moonlight passing by, seeing some kind of illusion and illusion; it was like he was conscripted as a Qingzhou regiment, but he was still In the army, he sneaked back with food, but saw his family who had starved to death in the collapsed house.
At this moment, they were all looking at him gently and calmly; although there wasn't a trace of blame, Lin Ming couldn't help thinking afterwards, maybe he didn't covet that bit of food for shelter at the beginning, or earlier. Take them to flee the famine, and how many of them will survive;
Rather than walking shortly after the front foot, the hut was smashed into the hut on the back foot by the village clerk who had paid the debts, and the last bit of life-saving rations were taken away. The reason is because they have already escaped, died of death, and sold their lives, so the remaining taxes and miscellaneous contributions will have to be undertaken by the remaining three households.
Therefore, he could only deceive the countryman who was dealing with the affairs, and chased him for half a street with a knife before killing him. However, he also embarked on another path from the rebels, bandits to the rebels, and then to the Taiping army. Then he rediscovered the value of his existence and the meaning of life. . .
Lin Ming looked at these familiar faces in the moonlight, but they turned into those dead comrades who had fought shoulder to shoulder with him; they, who had kept all kinds of last-minute incompleteness, were also looking at him with a smile, like I was welcoming Lin Ming to become a member of each other.
At this moment, Lin Ming suddenly felt exhausted physically and mentally. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to grab them and get close to them, but in the next moment he was pushed back by a dull force, and was stunned again. The water was splashed on the face, and suddenly he woke up.
Those too bright moonlight seemed to disappear all of a sudden, but only one subordinate swimming near him; It is said that Lin Qianjun, a brigade deputy from eastern Zhejiang and very good water, watched what he was saying with gleaming eyes, and worked hard to gradually Lin Ming, who slipped from the sheepskin foam, pulled it up again.
The next moment, a hard and cold object was stuffed into Lin Ming's mouth, and then it turned into a numb and dull tongue. The intense and hot heat that rushed up quickly came along his mouth and nose again. Eyes, and ignited his still stagnant mind and face.
The body trembling and trembling caused by the cold, as well as the cracking pain on the wet arms and head and face that were cut like a knife due to the wind, also completely returned to his consciousness for a while. Lin Ming tried to follow the opponent's movements to stretch and mechanically pedal his hands and feet.
I don’t know how long it took, he suddenly seemed to be entangled by something, and then suddenly he stepped on a soft feeling of bottoming, not knowing whether it was silt or sand; he saw it again on his numb knees. The collision of hard gravel.
When Lin Ming, who was stiff all over his body, slowly walked out of the water from the river beach, he found that the brigade commander Lin Qianjun had already climbed up the relatively steep river bank with his hands and feet; and he often fastened the rope to a piece of withered wooden stake. Go up, and use a wedge to fix it to death.
Then, slowly pulling the long rope extending in the dark river water, a string of soldiers half-sinking and half-floating on the sheepskin foam were also dragged to the shore; and then each with their own strength, Slowly climbed up the steep bank with the help of a rope.
It was just that the sheepskin bubble that was dragged over was occasionally vacant; but this result did not affect their next move; because the many sharp fences and trenches set up by the Jin Army on the east coast were shining in the dim fire. Below is not far away.
They could even hear the relative silence, faintly coming from the sentry post of walking and stomping and whispering to each other in order to keep warm; and Lin Ming was also under the cover of temporary darkness, unwrapping the tarpaulin and taking out the corresponding objects.
Then they sipped some kind of shochu and spicy, a very pungent drink, and at the same time swallowed the sweet to the sizzling lard candy plate, and then faced their respective explosive bombs and (runners). ) Lianzhu blunderbuss, carefully checked and filled it up.
During this period, new ropes are constantly being pulled to the opposite bank, and they are fixed in the soil with drills, and then used to form a thicker rope bundle through iron hoops;
At this time, the sheepskin foam in the river was also reconnected to form a floating raft. As long as sections of prefabricated templates were laid, a temporary pontoon bridge spanning the Fenshui and sufficient for light soldiers to cross. Shaped.
And just as the pontoon bridge was about to take shape, more than a hundred pioneers led by Lin Ming, who had already crossed the river, moved their bodies again and began to emit a little smoke above their heads. Afterwards, they disappeared into the gray night with their gun-blade swords in their hands.
After a few breaths, it turned into sporadic grunts and short and fleeting sounds, and the dull and rustling sounds of falling to the ground and being dragged briefly. After this short and fatal silence for a few moments, finally came the continuous scream of knocking over the stove and being burned.
At this time, among the east bank camps that were stirred up one after another, with the sound of the police gong that had just been sounded, it was a yellow flame arrow that rose in the sky, and immediately came from the brightly lit camp on the west bank. The sudden explosion of cannons on the camouflage position opened up blasted in unison.
The river surface of a hundred steps is not too wide, in fact, it is not too wide. Soon in the first round of radiation of the preset good shooting world, the red eggs of the Jin army camp on the east bank were turned over and the flames overflowed;
Then there were bright firelights rising away, and the tortuous arc also crashed into the Jin army camp on the east bank, turning into a shower of fire, or bursting out again. Smoke cloud.
And beyond the range of these smoke clouds, there is a three-sided net intertwined with the sound of killing, banging, and the explosion of bombs that seem to be everywhere and nowhere. . . (End of this chapter)