[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 019)

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Chapter 019 The Battle of Xiaoliangzhuang Shibalipu was a small village of over 100 households, located on
both sides of Qicheng Road, the main road connecting Qiyang and Liaocheng. During the reign of Empress Dowager Cixi in the Qing Dynasty, the area was lined with shops, including
silk shops, antique shops, pawnshops, teahouses, taverns, and inns of all sizes. The most famous of these was a
brothel called "Red Magnolia Pavilion." Therefore, merchants traveling from north and south would choose to rest and stay here, making it a
bustling and prosperous place.
Since the outbreak of the Xinhai Revolution, with continuous warfare across the country, merchants from other places closed their shops
and returned to their hometowns with their families and wealth, and Shibalipu fell into decline.
Now, Liao Kuocheng's army, the "38th Regiment of the Revolutionary Army," occupied the village and built a granary
to use as a grain storage point for Zhouqiao Township's grain requisition.
The commander of the 38th Regiment was a major from Sichuan named Liu Bicheng. This guy had run a jewelry store in Shibalipu with his father in his younger days
and had a special attachment to the place. He wanted to restore Shibalipu to its former prosperity and bustle
, so he issued a series of absurd orders, demanding that villagers renovate all the old shops and put up
signs for business… Who the hell would go shopping when they couldn't even fill their stomachs?!
Furthermore, he seized about 50 young and beautiful girls from Xiaojia Town and put them in a "training
class" to learn how to entertain customers, how to sing and dance to please men. After 20 days of "graduation," they were all sent
to the newly opened "Red Magnolia Pavilion" to become prostitutes—this was a classic case of forcing good women into prostitution!
"Send invitations to the landlords and wealthy households in the surrounding towns, telling them to go to the Hongyulan Tower for entertainment every few days. Anyone who
doesn't come will be shot!"
Liu Bicheng's order seemed absurd and laughable, but in reality, he wanted to use the landlords and wealthy households to patronize prostitutes and
make a fortune. Of course, such open profiteering would inevitably be punished by Liao Kuocheng. To silence
gossip and cover his tracks, he embezzled half of the money from prostitution and used the other half to bribe his superiors and donate to
the "logistics department" to support the revolution. This way, no one questioned it.
On the night of the 25th, the north wind howled, and snowflakes fluttered.
Yan Baosan, after dressing up, arrived at Shibalipu as a "small-time rich man." He rode a
fine horse, strolling swaggering down the street, looking around leisurely. Upon seeing the soldiers from afar,
all he had to do was flash his "invitation": "Look, I'm here to visit a brothel."
"Make yourself at home."
The soldiers, seeing the invitation, immediately let him through. Then, armed with guns, he'd sit in the tavern, munching on melon seeds and drinking tea,
listening to Blind Wang tell stories.
Eighteen Mile Shop Street, 800 meters long, lined with shops on both sides, brand-new signs, and bright red lanterns.
Unfortunately, the shopkeepers were all dozing off at their counters; there wasn't a single customer in the shops. Even if
a customer came, there was nothing on the shelves to sell. —This was truly a bizarre sight!
"Halt! This is a military restricted area. Anyone who crosses the line will be shot!"
"Oh..." Yan Baosan glanced at the grain storage in the courtyard not far away, then bent down and whispered, "Brother, I
'm here to visit a brothel. Where's the Red Magnolia Pavilion?"
"Are you blind?" the soldier said disdainfully, pointing to a three-story building about 200 meters behind Yan Baosan. "That
's it."
"Yes, I'm nearsighted." Yan Baosan pretended to adjust his glasses, turned
his horse around, and headed back. After a few steps, he turned back.
"Hey! You son of a bitch, why are you back again?"
"Brother, I'd like to invite you guys to go have some fun with women. Want to come?"
Is this guy crazy? Or does he have money to burn? The soldiers grinned, "Are you drunk?"
"No, I was thinking, if I bring a bunch of big shots with me, it'll make me look more important, right?"
"Oh! I see." The soldier suddenly understood. This little landlord was just trying to show off.
Damn it, what a waste of money!!
At this moment, a platoon leader waved his hand and said, "Brother, thank you for your kindness. We're ordered to protect
the granary and can't leave. If you really want to invite us, wait until 2 AM, then we'll change shifts."
What a son of a bitch! He's dreaming. Yan Baosan almost burst out laughing. He then asked, "Brothers, it's so cold,
and you guys are still working so hard guarding the granary. I really admire you. Um, how many men are guarding the granary?"
"Originally eighty. Now we're short-handed, only fifty." The foreman finished speaking, then immediately
retorted warily, "Damn! Why are you asking that?"
"I wanted to calculate if I had enough money tonight to treat you guys to some women."
"Really? Come on, have a smoke..." The soldiers' eyes lit up,
and they all crowded around, offering cigarettes and lighting matches for him.
Yan Baosan chatted with the soldiers while subtly inquiring about the granary's defenses. Once he had a good understanding
, he slipped away.
At midnight, the night was dark and windy. Apart from the occasional patrol and a few barks
, the streets of Shibalipu were eerily quiet. Of course, the Red Magnolia Building was still adorned with bright red lanterns, filled with laughter and chatter. This
laughter, ironically, drowned out the sound of horses' hooves.
"Clang, clang, clang..." With a rapid clatter of hooves, twelve
soldiers in neat uniforms, fully armed, arrived at the granary. The leader shouted, "Summon your platoon leader, Huang Youcai, to come out and see me!"
Three minutes later, Huang Youcai ran over with two bodyguards. Seeing the man in captain's uniform, he quickly
saluted, "Reporting, sir, Huang Youcai, platoon leader of the 67th Platoon, reporting for duty. Please give instructions!"
"Urgent order! The major orders you to immediately lead everyone to Zhouqiao Township to suppress the rebellion. Immediate
action is required. We will take over the granary."
"Yes, sir!
" After Huang Youcai and his 40 soldiers had completely withdrawn from the granary... Yan Baosan chuckled and waved his hand:
"Brothers, load the grain!"
"Yes, sir!
" There were mule carts in the granary courtyard. The grain was packed in sacks; they simply piled the sacks onto the carts.
Eleven men (Miao Xiulian was on lookout duty) worked together, and in less than an hour, three large carts were fully loaded
. They quickly drove off, speeding along the main road, the only sounds the clatter of hooves and the rumble of the mule cart wheels.
Everything was going smoothly; they were only 20 minutes away from the secret base, the broken kiln. However, when the convoy reached
the jujube grove outside Xiaoliangzhuang Village, a cavalry force of about 50 men suddenly appeared on the road. The distance was too close; it
was too late to dodge. Everyone grabbed their weapons, ready for battle. Yan Baosan suddenly ordered, "Turn the horses around!
Erniu, quick! Remove one of the wheels!"
Although everyone was confused, they immediately obeyed.
"Clang, clang, clang..." The cavalry whirlwind arrived at the caravan, stopped abruptly, and raised their guns
. The captain in the lead shouted, "What are you doing?"
Yan Baosan yelled back, "You sons of bitches! What are you doing?!"
"We're from the 3rd Cavalry Battalion of the 17th Independent Cavalry Regiment of Niuzhen. And you?"
"We were ordered to escort a batch of military rations to Shibalipu. Halfway there, the cart broke down." Yan Baosan said, yelling
at Yan Erniu, "You sons of bitches! Have you fixed it yet?!"
Someone shone a gas lamp on the cart and saw that it was indeed loaded with grain, and one wheel was indeed missing. A
group of men were bent over, trying to fix it. The cavalry captain seemed to believe him, waving his hand:
"Let's go!" With that, he led his cavalry away.
"Turn around, let's go!"
The horses and mule carts had barely turned around and gone a few steps when the cavalrymen returned,
shouting, "Halt! Halt!"
Damn... that cavalry captain must have become suspicious!!
Yan Baosan pulled out two Browning pistols and yelled the order to fire: "Brothers, fire! Kill those bastards
!"
"Bang bang bang..." "Rat-a-tat-tat..."
In an instant, pistols, rifles, and the Czech light machine gun opened fire, the gunfire tearing through the
silent night.
The cavalrymen, running too fast and caught off guard, were thrown to the ground, screaming and howling as they and their horses tumbled
. In just one minute, 17 men were wounded. The horses, startled, bucked wildly,
scattering in all directions with their riders. In the blink of an eye, a cavalry unit of 50 was scattered and routed.
A headcount revealed 5 dead, 13 wounded, and 15 captured; 9 horses, 21 rifles,
1 Mauser pistol, and 7 grenades were seized. This was the first battle fought by the Yanjia Gou militia self-defense force since its inception—a resounding 　　victory
with zero casualties . 　　"Brother, what should we do with these prisoners?" Zhang Shijie asked. Zhao Hu scoffed, "Kill them, what's the point of keeping 　　them alive?" 　　Yan Baosan's eyes darted around, a plan forming in his mind. He whispered a few words to Zhang Shijie: "...Remember, leave 　　one alive." 　　Zhang Shijie nodded repeatedly, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, we have no food to feed these 　　bastards on Guazi Mountain. Leave no one alive, slaughter them all!" 　　"Good sir! Good sir! Spare my life! I have an eighty-year-old mother, and... ah... ah!!!" 　　"Bang! Bang!" The militiamen raised their guns, and after a burst of fire, all the captured cavalrymen were 　　killed. 　　"Brothers, pack up, let's go back to Guazi Mountain." 　　Just as everyone was busy packing their guns and ammunition, Jiao Laoliu carried over a woman and 　　threw her at Zhang Shijie's feet: "Ninth Master, there's a woman here. I recognize her, she's Feng Yueling, the daughter of Feng Diantai, the landlord of Xiaoliang Village 　　." 　　Zhang Shijie raised his gun, about to speak, when Yan Baosan poked him in the lower back. He immediately tucked the gun back into his belt, 　　reached out and hooked Feng Yueling's chin, leeringly saying, "This little wench is not bad, take her back to be my 　　concubine, Hu Laojiu, hehe..." 　　"Brothers, retreat!" 　　"Clatter clatter clatter..." "Rolling..." 　　After the "bandits" had gone far away, a cavalryman with a wounded arm crawled out from the pile of corpses. He 　　cautiously observed his surroundings, saw no one, and then ran away.

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