At this time, the abbot turned around and took a rice paper book, opened it and held it in front of Xiang Xiaoqiang. The monk next to him held up a pen and ink. The abbot smiled and said:

"Please, sir."

Hey, what are you doing, merit book?

Didn't we agree to keep it on credit first and pay it back later? What I just said was very nice: "I firmly believe..." Now we have to keep accounts?

Seeing his confusion, the abbot smiled and said:

"It's your first time here, Sir. This is the guest guest book of this temple. The distinguished guests who come to our temple always like to leave a few words. Haha, Sir, don't you want to leave a few words?"

Xiang Xiaoqiang took it and flipped through the pages. This book was also old. It was antique and the paper had a long-lasting color, but it was well preserved. It looked like there were many inscriptions from the predecessors, most of them were high-ranking officials, ministers, relatives of the emperor, etc.

The earliest deposits were made decades ago.

Most of the messages are poems or a few sentences in classical Chinese:

What about "There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there are so many towers in the mist and rain", "The scenery in the southeast is the city of Sanwu", "I made a statue of my deceased wife Li, and I hope that the person who is destined to be..." and so on.

A few of them are carefully protected with translucent tissue paper. You can see through the tissue paper that these are the inscriptions of several emperors.

The latest one is a poem by Zhu Yourong:

"People sing about wine at a young age, and flowers dance in the spring of the Tang Dynasty. I hope it will last forever, and things will be new every year."

It can be seen that the deposit is from "the first year of Yifu", or two years ago, which is the first year after she ascended the throne.

...I hope it will last forever, and things will be new every year...

Xiang Xiaoqiang put the book on the table, raised his head, and stared outside the hall. The rumbling sound of cannons in the distance was still heard sporadically.

The abbot was startled, thinking that he did not dare to leave a message behind the emperor today, so he said with a smile:

"My lord, there is no need to..."

Xiang Xiaoqiang suddenly said:

"I'm not used to using a brush."

Then he took out his pen, bent down, and scrawled the next line of large characters on the pad:

"On January 21, 1936, we came here to defend Yuhuatai. - People's Guard, Xiang Xiaoqiang"

…

Three kilometers south of Yuhuatai is the Outer Qinhuai River position. Five kilometers south of the position, Ha Feng'a chose a place and established a division headquarters, where he prepared to command the elite Eight Banners Division of the Qing Dynasty and the legendary Nanming Division.

The elite-People's Guards clash.

In front of the division headquarters, soldiers were quickly digging trenches and building field fortifications. The machine gun crews were assembling Maxim heavy machine guns and filling water tanks. The communications troops had already set up field telephones, with thick black telephone wires stretching far ahead.

disappear into the darkness.

The servicemen around him had set up a field tent, set up a folding drafting table inside, and put up a lantern. Several staff officers were marking various detailed numbers on the military map based on the data sent back by the map team ahead.

The communications soldier on the side shook the phone handle a few times and picked up the receiver:

"Hey, hello, I'm the division headquarters, I'm the division headquarters, this is a test, can you hear me clearly? Okay, no problem..."

Hafenga went over, took the microphone himself and asked:

"I am the division commander, how is the situation ahead?"

The sound of "ding! ding!" came from the microphone, and the soldiers inside shouted:

"Master, the tanks of the Ming Army are fighting fiercely, but they always hide behind the fog and don't rush up. They always rely on their wheels to be faster than our legs and follow us in circles. We have suffered a lot of casualties.

not enough……"

"How is the damage done to the Ming army?"

"Back to the division seat, our anti-tank battalion has achieved great results. We have destroyed eighteen Ming army vehicles and two armored vehicles, and killed and wounded more than eighty Ming army soldiers!"

Hafeng'a's eyebrows wrinkled more and more, and he asked:

"Why are they all military vehicles? Where are the tanks? Didn't they destroy their tanks?"

The frontline soldiers shouted:

"Go back to the teacher's seat, no! The people circling us in front are basically military vehicles, armored vehicles, and tanks. They all seem to be hiding behind the armored vehicles. They just listen to them driving back and forth. The old "dang dang" gunners don't come out to rush.

!”

"What about the quantity? How much is the approximate quantity?"

"It sounds like there are a lot of noises. There is the sound of engines behind the woods, and they are firing machine guns at us as they drive!"

Ha Feng'a slowly put down the microphone. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Since the Ming army had so many tanks, why didn't they use them to charge and hide behind the woods? Why did they charge ahead with military vehicles that were not capable of off-roading?

Why are there so few armored vehicles?

Could it be that heavily armored troops were deployed in the front, but they deliberately showed weakness to lure our troops to go deeper? ... No, the soldiers at the front said that the sound of engines could be clearly heard behind the woods. If it was an ambush, how could it be so obvious? ...

He lightly knocked on his forehead twice, slapped the table, and said:

"Order the anti-tank battalion to withdraw. The mountain artillery battalion moves up to me and fires two rounds behind the woods. Then the infantry rushes in force. Don't think about the tanks. Take the woods for me! I want to see what's behind there.

What!"

The communications soldier quickly shook the handle and grabbed the microphone to convey the order...

…

Five kilometers away to the north, in the temporary trenches in front of the Eight Banners Division's anti-tank battalion, the Qing army's heavy machine guns kept firing into the thick fog. From time to time, huge vehicles roared past in the thick fog, and bullets occasionally hit them, splashing.

Sparks.

Then the small anti-tank guns in the Qing army's trenches would immediately aim in that direction and fire "right", but most of them would miss. Big guys that appeared and disappeared in the thick fog would also use machine guns to shoot at the Qing army's trenches.

But he just didn't rush forward.

“Dang!—Boom!!!”

There was an explosion in the darkness, and then a fireball exploded, and another "big guy" was hit. In the firelight, the outline could be seen clearly. It was not a tank or an armored vehicle, but a Ming army truck.

The cockpit door opened, and one Ming soldier rolled down with his back on fire. He rolled over twice and was killed by bullets. Another Ming soldier jumped down, ran away quickly, and disappeared into the fog.

In the trench, a Qing company commander observed the fireball with a telescope - yes, it was still a truck. There was also a machine gun barrel sticking out of the windshield.

A machine gun is installed on the truck, this configuration...

So far, many Ming army trucks have been destroyed, but only two armored vehicles have been hit, and no tanks have been seen.

At this time, the orderly soldier crawled over, rolled into the trench, and conveyed the order from the division headquarters, asking their anti-tank company to withdraw to the rear first.

Of course, this order made the brothers very happy. They all carried machine guns and pushed small cannons back. They saw the infantry of the first regiment carrying rifles with bayonets, waiting to go up. Going back further, a

The Menmen mountain cannon has been pushed up, and those boys are placing the cannonballs.

This is about to rush...Aren't we going to clear out the tanks?
Chapter completed!