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Text Ding Yi¡¯s Struggle (22)

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    It was hard for anyone to remain graceful in the violent storm. The small trees on the mountainside were bent and bent, and the larger trees were trembling and their branches and leaves were shaking in the wind and rain.  Ding Yi did not stay in the trench any longer. He finally returned to the headquarters where the guard company had completed its construction. The roof was made of several layers of overlapping logs, filled with leaves and sand, and sandwiched with a layer of rubber tarpaulin.  Fortifications should not have appeared in this era, but should have been born hundreds of years later in places such as Shangganling where there was a need to defend against heavy artillery and bombing.  "Youzhi, draft an order." Ding Yi's face was a bit stern, and he said to Liu Ji unabashedly, "This time I may be pretending that something happened. But you don't need to persuade me. Even if I do it again, I will do the same thing."  After drafting the order, you go back to Smyrna." Liu Ji wanted to say something, but was quickly stopped by Ding Yi: "There is no time for nonsense." "Once I die here, it will be announced.  Since Jian Kun succeeded to the throne, the royal family will not participate in any political activities of the Ming Dynasty in Taixi. "" Wan An will be the leader of the Thunder School; Du Ziteng will be the leader of the conservative group; Chen San will be the leader of the republican organization; and Liu Ji will be the leader.  "Ask Liu Yiyi to hand over my box to Wang Yue. Wang Yue will serve as chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff." "The prime minister is elected by popular vote, not by universal suffrage, but by election. This is ours.  It¡¯s been decided a long time ago.¡±  "The army is organized at the regiment level as its permanent structure" Ding Yilin explained, while Cao Jixiang listened on the side with tears streaming down his face.  This is explaining the aftermath!  "Go." After seeing Liu Ji memorize it, Ding Yi took the document and read it once, and it was correct.  He signed his name with a smile and thrust it into Liu Ji's hand.  Patting him on the shoulder, "I won't leave. Holding back the Ottoman army will give Wang Shichang one more chance to take down Ankara." "In that case, in Asia Minor, basically we  "This is an opportunity for Bayezid to repeat his father's glory." "But it is also an opportunity for the Ming Dynasty.  An opportunity." Liu Ji was anxious, and this person who had been flattering him all his life couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said: "Sir! What kind of opportunity is there for you to use a company of soldiers to fight against a hundred thousand people?  Sir! The disciples stay here to supervise the army and hold off the enemy for a while. As long as we return to Smyrna, we have artillery and machine guns, and there is nothing we can do if we have a hundred thousand troops!" Cao Jixiang also echoed: "Your Majesty!  It¡¯s not necessary for your Majesty to be here in person! This old servant is stupid and knows a little about military affairs. He once served as a crossbowman in southwest China! Now he is willing to guard this place for your Majesty!  Having made up his mind, he grabbed Liu Ji with his backhand and lowered his voice.  He said very seriously: "Remember, if my death is confirmed, Sofia must die in grief!" Liu Ji wanted to say something else, but Ding Yiyang slapped him in the face.  He asked sternly, "Have you remembered? What are you saying at this time?" "Yes, I have remembered." Liu Ji burst into tears at this moment, "If there is anything that I can't bear to say, sir, Nishinomiya  The empress will die in grief!" Ding Yi then breathed out and said to Cao Jixiang: "Bayeset is not that easy to deal with." "If he doesn't feel absolutely sure, he will keep it.  You have to leave enough bait, and you have to give him the opportunity to show his claws. You can't handle it here. I'm not sure if I can, but if I don't eat Osman's vitality, this battle will be difficult.  It will develop into a protracted war, which will be a big problem for us." "If the country is always facing the threat of war, how can we talk about development?" "Asia Minor must be determined with a war!" Ding Yi said no more.  With words, he waved his hand to Liu Ji, signaling him to quickly set off for Smyrna.  Then it¡¯s just waiting, waiting in the heavy rain in winter.  "In terms of military affairs, Shichang is the best." Ding Yi sat in the fortification of the command post and said to Cao Jixiang with a smile, "Fried tea." He looked at the frowning Cao Jixiang and said to him, "Old Cao  , If you don¡¯t want us to lose this battle, you¡¯d better cheer up and don¡¯t convey this feeling of despair to the officers and soldiers who are facing you.¡± Cao Jixiang wiped the corners of his eyes and said with a forced smile: ¡°Yes, yes.  , The old slave was just blinded by the rain. " But the rain would always stop, and when it stopped, as expected by Ding Yi, the Ottomans began their attack.  The reason why Du Ziteng hated black soldiers became increasingly apparent at this time. As more than two-thirds of the Eighth Division was black, only oneAt noon, five companies collapsed.  The reason why it did not continue to collapse was because the rain became heavy again and the Ottomans had to suspend their offensive.  Fatty Wen, who served as the division commander, howled in the headquarters of the position: "These Kunlun slaves should not put on military uniforms! This damn thing is really a crown prince! How did Wang Shichang lead those six divisions and conquer the small army?  Armenian!" Then he angrily ordered to the chief of staff to gather all the officers and sergeants.  This is a crazy order. A company can get about twenty sergeants and officers in total; a battalion has about seventy people; a regiment can produce more than 200 veterans of the First Division; the entire  The Eighth Division can probably form an old foundation of close to two battalions, which of course includes military doctors, staff officers, logistics personnel, etc.  "What to do with those new recruits?" the chief of staff asked Fatty Wen doubtfully.  Fatty Wen slapped his fat cheeks heavily: "Each battalion leaves one deputy! The other officers are selected from the recruits. Yes, let them die! Damn it, this is the season, and you still have to be careful!  If this continues, the entire New Eighth Division will be finished. If this side collapses, the New Seventh Division led by Your Majesty will have no way out. Do you understand? Hurry up and handle this big thing! " The black soldier is responsible for this!  , not everyone can afford it, and not everyone is Wang Yue.  At least Fatty Wen doesn¡¯t think it¡¯s possible.  In the end, it was not as crazy as Wenzi described. There were four battalions of officers and sergeants who believed that their soldiers were capable of fighting.  The composition of the soldiers of these four battalions is mainly those soldiers trained by Yu Qian when he was the governor of the canal, regardless of casualties. Most of them are white Egyptians.  Therefore, the organizational structure of these four battalions was still retained and was organized into an integrated regiment by Fatty Wen.  So after a brief two-hour battle, the New Eighth Division was actually disintegrated. The existing combat effectiveness was a reorganized regiment and a reinforced battalion with the old foundation of the First Division.  There are also nearly three thousand nearly abandoned black soldiers, commanded by several officers, as auxiliary troops.  And all of this was carried out in the wind and rain. Except for the battalion that was completely composed of veterans of Rong 1st Division, which completed its assembly at noon, the other four battalions that retained their organizational structure completed their deployment at 6 or 7 p.m.  It's time.  "Shrink the defensive formation!" Fatty Wen issued an order in the wind and rain to the army commander who was summoned. "The current defense line of the four-point battalion of the reorganized regiment shall prevail. Don't worry about those niggas! Let them die.  Okay! No, no, where are their supplies? It¡¯s good that we haven¡¯t given them away, so we have more time to hold on. Let¡¯s let those niggas break out!¡±  Heavy rain and unfamiliar terrain meant that it was already past noon when the communications troops arrived at the fortifications of the New 7th Division, and it was already night when the communications troops returned to Fatty Wen with Ding Yi's order.  Therefore, no matter how Ding Yi worded his request to Fatty Wen: "Stop the so-called reorganization immediately! Calm down the soldiers and hold the line of defense. You have to believe that we will win. The final victory must belong to us!" And Fatty Wen smiled bitterly at this.  After asking the communication soldiers to reply to the report, he used a title that he had not used for a long time, which can be said to be an old and disrespectful title: "Young nephew, the fat man has no ability. Our family really doesn't know how to appease these Kunlun slaves.  They can't understand the official language, and when facing the enemy, they don't even know how to aim. They can only hide in the ditch, raise the gun above their heads, and randomly pull the trigger Young nephew, not everyone can hit the target.  Fatty can only use this method to protect your retreat. After returning to Smyrna, Fatty will be ready to accept any punishment. " "In fact, our family lied," Fatty Wen sent the messenger.  After Ding Yi reported the report, he said to his chief of staff, "We don't know if we can return to Smyrna. Even if I work as a spy in the border town, Fatty has never been able to see clearly like this."  The road ahead." His chief of staff was a veteran who had followed Ding Yi from Guangxi. After listening to Fatty Wen's words, he was silent for a while and said: "No matter what, we still have the machine gun squads assigned to each regiment, and we still have the machine gun squads assigned to each regiment.  We have mortars with plenty of ammunition. Master, maybe you don't have to be so pessimistic." "I hope so." Fatty Wen waved his hand and stopped the conversation. He didn't want to talk anymore.  The rain subsided at the darkest moment just before dawn, and the abandoned black battalion of more than a dozen incomplete, missing sergeants and junior officers began their so-called breakout. On the grounds of concealment of operations, they were confiscated.  Then they sent out guns and ammunition, carrying only engineer shovels and bayonets, and a day's worth of dry food, and crossed the trenches to launch an aimless attack on the Ottomans.  In fact, the black soldiers did not resist such orders;Under the command, charge towards the powerful enemy.  And being able to throw away the sharp-sounding gun is also what they are willing to do.  It should be said that this was a premeditated abandonment. The only officer among the dozen or so officers immediately left the unit after the "breakout" began.  Returned to the shrunken defensive position of the Eighth Division.  They are all veterans of Rong Yi Division, and most of them are veterans who followed Ding Yi in Guangxi and outside the customs.  They may never return to Smyrna, then they will guard their emperor.  "There should be enough martyrs for the funeral of a great emperor." Bayeseli commented with a smile as he watched his army holding torches and harvesting the lives of those black people.  (To be continued) i1292
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