On July 12, the Japanese army, which had been adjusted and deployed, bombed the main defensive position of the Yaei Yuehua Army with fierce artillery fire again. The bombs fell like rain. The three-5 mm armor-piercing projectile of the Japanese and Russian naval guns finally destroyed the Yaei Yue's core artillery base. Meng Jin, the commander of the Third Regiment of the Ryukyu Garrison Division of the Chinese Marine Corps, was unstoppable, and Ding Feihu, deputy commander of the Second Regiment. The Russian cruiser Mian sank, the Japanese shallow water heavy artillery boats Fukuoka and Shizuoka sank.

On that day, the second Mito of the 12th Division of Japan, the 15th Takasaki Regiment, the 14th Division of the 14th Division, the 46th Dacun Regiment, and the 46th Dacun Regiment took over the attack. By sunset, they approached the core position of the Chinese army. The Japanese army launched a night battle and finally entered the core position. The Chinese army fought with hand-to-hand combat. After three repeated incidents, the Chinese army suffered all casualties. Ding Feihu fought in front of the formation and was surrounded by the Japanese army and stabbed to death. Before his death, he shouted to serve the country.

The commander of the 14th Division of Japan, Hideko Tojo, held a saber and stood beside Ding Feihu's corpse for souvenirs, and reported it widely in Japan. The commander of the 12th Division, Mitsuko Inoue, buried Ding Feihu's corpse in Yaegao, and erected a monument to say "China Tiger General".

The Japanese army privately called Yaege the "Blood Ridge".

Since the general attack on the 8th, the Japanese army has accumulated more than 7,600 casualties. So far, the Japanese army and the Japanese army have accumulated more than 14,200 combat losses.

On July 13, Japanese newspapers promoted the "Ryukyu Victory", and the whole country of Japan was jubilant, and millions of people marched with lanterns.

On July 14, the Chinese base camp released a battle report. When the Yuntiangang Camp ended, our army wiped out more than 20,000 Japanese troops at a relatively small cost and achieved a brilliant victory. All the soldiers who fell into battle were promoted to one level, Meng Jinding Feihu was promoted to the second level, and posthumously awarded the first-level Xuanwu Medal.

July 24th.

Beijing.

In front of the huge military map, the base camp staff teamed up with the former military senator, Army Colonel Du Zhi, with a serious expression, and the command whip poked at the junction of Heilongjiang and Mongolia.

"This is the weakness of our army's current defensive posture." The army upstart who made great contributions to suppressing the rebellion in Beijing and promoted the new emperor to colonel said in a serious tone, "Due to the tightening of the Petropavlovsk-Vladivostok-Hunchun line on the eastern front of the Northeast War Zone, the front army's reserve forces have been transferred eastwards one after another, and there is currently a lack of sufficient emergency combat power. On the Manzhouli front line, our Sixth Army has only two infantry divisions, several cavalry units and fortress artillery."

"The Russian army on the Chita line has always been a small-scale tentative attack on Manzhouli." Du Zhi said, "Although the enemy combat sequence we have in control, the Russian Far Eastern Front cannot still have a powerful force, but if there are some things in the intelligence field, we may be passive at that time."

"In the direction of Manzhouli, our army's terrain and situation are at a disadvantage." Du Zhi said slowly, "The north of Manzhouli is the Russian border, and the railway traffic between him and Hulunbuir can be cut off by the Russian army crossing the border at any time. The terrain of the Russian army is a high platform, which is higher than ours, has a better view, and is more favorable for artillery battles."

"Once the Russian army cut off our Manzhouli-Hulunbuir railway with a cluster of cavalry, conquered Manzhouli with one force, and attacked Hulunbuir heavily at the same time, our army may face a passive attitude." Du Zhi said, "Hulunbuir is a mountain pass area of ​​the Little Khingan Mountains. If it breaks through here, the Russian army can rely on its superiors and subordinates, and its troops are as powerful as water, and it will directly push to Qiqihar, completely destroying the defense system of our Northeast Front Army. In any case, Hulunbuir is bound to lead, and to defend it, it must echo the left and right of Manzhouli."

"At present, the Sixth Army stationed in Hulunbuir-Manzhouli, only has two infantry divisions, two cavalry brigades and several heavy artillery units, and its strength is a bit weak." Du Zhi said, "This issue has been mentioned to me by Xu Shuzheng of the Guard. He suggested that the reorganized National Defense Forces should be transferred from the Central Front. I would like to ask Your Majesty to consider this plan."

Zheng Yu finished listening silently, without commenting, looked at Xu Shuzheng and others beside him, and said calmly: "You guys go out first."

Xu Shuzheng saluted and left with everyone, closed the door, leaving only Zheng Yu and Du Zhi.

"Mingzhe, there are some things that should be explained to you now." Zheng Yu said calmly, "All this is within the plan's expectations."

Du Zhi was stunned: "Plan?"

"What I want to show you below is one of the highest secrets of the empire and only a very small number of senior military commanders can master our final plan in this war."

Zheng Yu said word by word: "This plan will determine the ultimate fate of the three belligerent countries."

Russia. Vladivostok.

Russian Far Eastern Front Command.

On the map, red arrows representing the Russian army advanced step by step, penetrated the blue defense line and headed towards two large blue circles: Jiamusi and Mudanjiang.

"My generals, Chinese, have retreated from Shuangyashan and Mulen to Jiamusi and Mudanjiang." Russian commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front and commander of the Far Eastern Front, Grand Duke Nikolaevich, looked around and said loudly, "Now, the Chinese have used all their reserves, which is very good."

Grand Duke Nikolaevich's baton stabbed hard in the direction of Manzhouli, "Now, it is time for this front army to swing the sword of St. Andre to let these pagans taste the power of our real killer weapon, here."

Everyone's eyes fell on the west side of Heilongjiang, northeast China, and the railway hub that was connected with Mongolian Province and Russia - Manzhouli.

"The Central Asian Front has already mobilized two infantry divisions, and the two mobilized divisions have strengthened the front army and joined the Chita cluster of Lieutenant General Brushilov. The young men have been dormant for too long. Next, they released all their passion and made the arrogant and arrogant Easterners understand that there is an insurmountable gap between them and the great Russia."

"I order," as soon as Nikolayevich spoke, all the officers jumped up and stood up as if they were on a spring. "On July 18th, midnight, take action. Be sure to cut off all the connections between Manzhou and the outside world before 3:00 pm on June 19th. The rest of the troops must start a full-scale attack on the Chinese army today, and must further disperse their reserve forces."

"My generals," Grand Duke Nikolayevich's cold eyes swept across the fierce faces, "The glory of the Russian army, the honor of His Majesty the Tsar, the eternal glory of the great mother Russia, and the great gospel of the Lord spreading the great cause of the East, are in your hands."

"Ula"

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July 26th, midnight.

Lieutenant General Brushilov, commander of the Russian Chita Cluster, looked at his watch and nodded slightly. The Chief of Staff Konifzen, who was next to him, understood and flipped the phone.

In the night, the Russian Chita Army, ready to go, had three armies under its command, with a total of six infantry divisions, three cavalry divisions, three field artillery brigades, and one heavy artillery brigade. They formed three detachments and started a full-line attack.

The fierce Cossack knights bypassed the Chinese military cordon and penetrated viciously from the north and south directions to the railway line connecting Hulunbuir and Manzhouli. The infantry column, which could not be seen at first sight, advanced from a secret garrison station located in a far-reaching rearward manner, rushed towards Manzhouli from a secret garrison station located in the far rear.

The continuous large convoys, rolled up dust, carried heavy equipment, large luggage and various military supplies, drove to the east with the infantry column.

This secret organization, with a total force of 130,000 troops, finally broke the peace of the western front of the Northeast War Zone with an indomitable attitude and hit the weakest back of the Chinese Northeast Front Army.

July 28th.

Mongolian Darkhan, Russian Northern Front Army Advance Command.

General Kropatkin, the commander of the Russian Baikal Front, looked at the map silently, and the staff officer next to him looked a little ugly. Everyone was worried, afraid of angering the former Army Minister who was as sensitive as a powder barrel.

In the eyes of soldiers, this commander is already the soul of the front army. He is firm in will, unshakable, and invincible. He is a giant.

Yes. When everyone was panicked, the commander still issued orders calmly and calmly, insisting on an attack that seemed to never see the dawn of victory. He indifferently calculated the consumption of both sides of the enemy and us, tapped the last potential of the Russian soldiers, sent them to the battlefield, and attacked the weak links of the Chinese.

The commander severely punished all the shaken elements, and even shot the officer who retreated without permission with his own hands, arrested the panicked liaison officer and staff officer under the strong will of this man. Despite the unbearable heavy price, the Baikal Front still attacked Russia's double-headed eagle military flag still stubbornly advanced towards the Huang Monkey's position.

However, Cropatkin has been severely reprimanded from St. Petersburg.

The Tsar had reason to be angry.

After more than two months of war, although the northern front army entered the enemy's territory the most, the casualties were extremely heavy. Especially in Badsurmur, Kropatkin's careful general attack was greatly reduced due to the greed and reckless advance of the front line commanders and the tenacious resistance of the Chinese army. Since July 10, for a full eighteen days of fierce attack, the Russian army used every cannon that could fire, almost exhausted every shell transported to the front line, and used almost all combat-capable troops, but the result was still a stalemate.

The front line was turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Each of them had a reputation and had a long history of divisions and troops to go to the front line in a arrogant manner, in exchange for reports of casualties and requests for reinforcements. The brave officers patted their chests and sweared in the name of their ancestors before setting out that they must smash the yellow monkeys and add new glory to the crown of the Romanov family. As a result, they soon heard their anxious and grieving requests for help from the phone. Confidence and optimism disappeared like soap bubbles, and all that was left was anger and fear.

Since the war started, the casualties and non-combat losses of the Baikal Front Army have reached more than 126,000. Although the reserve infantry has been continuously replenished, such as such shocking casualties have inevitably made the morale of the front-line troops depressed. The bold words of the generals who "destroyed the yellow monkey in three months" before departure were scoffed by the soldiers, and were called the biggest lie in Russia's history. The troops withdrawn from the front line have become black sheep. These depressed and panicked, gray-sleeped animals show their embarrassment without any scruples, showing off their luck in escaping from death, spreading the defeatist sentiment like a plague, and even affecting the Front Command.

There is no doubt that the general offensive is unstoppable and eventually slipping to failure.

Although Kropatkin was extremely convinced that his troops also gave the heavy blow that Huang Monkey could not bear, it was obvious that these tenacious enemies were still standing on the positions, their flags seemed to stand forever in front of the Russians, and their machine guns and cannons still harvested the lives of Russian soldiers like death.

Cropatkin knew he had no way out.

When he proposed "one Russian soldier to top three Chinese soldiers" in order to cater to the Tsar and to sit on the throne of commander, he had no way out; when he proudly assured the Tsar that he would put Romanov's flag on Kulun at the end of July, he had no way out.

The Tsar promoted the progress made by the post-Baikal Front as a model of Russian military achievements. Kropatkin's name appeared countless times in newspapers in St. Petersburg and the entire Western world. The former Russian Army Minister has become Suvorov in the new era and a crusador hero in the West to fight against the misfortune. Even the Vatican has heard that as long as this battle is won, General Kropatkin may be sacred after his death.

Kropatkin was very proud of this. Of course, he also knew that the Tsar promoted himself so highly, to a large extent, was probably to restrain his uncle Nikolaevich, who had outstanding military talents and high prestige, and to show the Tsar's unique vision.

But no matter what, he, Kropatkin, could only move forward.

If he could not fulfill his promise, could not completely defeat the yellow monkey, occupy Kulun and even the entire Mongolia, he would be pushed down by the powerful St. Petersburg who had been stimulated by his limelight and had their eyes turned red, surrounded by the playboys who were surrounded by the Tsar, those dukes and counts who were ignorant and only had their gilds on the general's edict and had their edicts on the military school, those young and powerful nobles and old relatives were already staring at their position, and they were eager to pick up a ready-made bargain.

Those who sang the wind and the moon in St. Petersburg, imagined the Chinese as vulnerable waste in food, women and overwhelming flattery, how can they know how tenacious and tough and well-trained the real enemy is, and how cruel and ruthless this war is

That will be my own nightmare and Russia.

Must persist.

In many cases, it depends on who could persevere until the end of the war. Frederick the Great won the Seven Years War because of persistence and defeated the entire Europe. Napoleon won Austerlitz because of persistence; Kutuzov won the victory over Napoleon because of persistence; Lincoln defeated the Southern Federation because of persistence; and Britain finally defeated the tenacious Boers in South Africa.

In any case, the other party's supreme commander is just an eighteen-year-old child. No matter how talented he is or how unique he is, he is still just a child. In the war, both sides will make mistakes constantly, and the final battle is persistence, which means who can seize the other party's mistakes and magnify his own advantages.

I can't lose to an eighteen-year-old child. Russia will never fall in front of a country of color in the East.

Cropatkin took a deep breath, and the slight anxiety and uneasiness on his face disappeared, leaving only the hardness and coldness of rocks.

"Contact the Third Army, when will the detoured troops be in place?" Kropatkin said expressionlessly, "Ask Samsonov of the Second Army, and ask him how long it will take to completely defeat those damn Orientals, and give him whatever I want. I only need Balesumpur as long as he can achieve a breakthrough, even if half of the army is filled in, I will ask for credit for him."

Beijing. Xishan Base Camp.

Zheng Yu closed his eyes, enjoying the long-lost hands to wipe away his fatigue, bringing slack and peace, and asked softly: "Is Shouqing's cooperation effective?"

"Chief Yang has always supported her with all his strength." Qin Mingyue, assistant director of the Imperial Bureau of Investigation, former senior agent of the General Intelligence Bureau, and who has been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel of the Imperial Guards, whispered, "The threads over there have been taken over. This time the bureau arranged all elite soldiers and strong generals, and I believe they will live up to their responsibilities."

"I believe this. Lao Ding is not only aware of the priorities, but also has a serious attitude. I am still at ease to be the director." Zheng Yu smiled, "To put it bluntly, it is the Secretariat who gave you the credit for helping the Bureau of Investigation to establish authority. You must know what you want to do and repay your favor in the future."

"Yes, Director Ding said that in the future, we must work together with the Secretariat." Qin Mingyue said softly, "Everyone is doing things for the royal family and for the empire. They were originally part of each other. But love is love, and if you owe it, you have to pay it back."

"Well, this is reasonable... Mourinho's family, how are they doing recently?"

Qin Mingyue was obviously stunned, but immediately whispered: "Mr. Mourinho's wife, daughter and son-in-law, son and daughter-in-law, and even young grandchildren have been arranged to go to the royal garden in Hainan, and they have made land for them, farming and planting themselves. When the children grow up, they will be arranged to study in the farm school, just change their surname..."

"Take good care of them and make up for whatever is missing. Mourinho has made contributions to the country." Zheng Yu was silent for a moment and whispered, "He is still a student of his father after all, and he did not want to really attack his father. It would be fine if he took the blame, but his family... after all, he didn't know."

Qin Mingyue whispered "Yes" and remained silent again.

"You have to take care of yourself." After a while, Zheng Yu said seriously, "When you are in danger, think about us more. Remember that your life is not only yours, but mine. Director Qin died for his father, and I will take good care of you and let you live your life well."

Qin Mingyue's hand shook slightly, she was silent for a long time, and said softly: "It's... Your Majesty."...

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