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Author: Nino Words: 7755
Part 1: Raising an Army to Establish Self-Reliance
Chapter 8: The War to Protect the Constitution
(4) Night Raid on Yueyang
The world is like a game of chess, unpredictable yet with opportunities.
The Spring Festival of the seventh year of the Republic of China arrived in the blink of an eye, and I ate my first New Year's Eve dinner on the battlefield in Changsha.
The United States did not declare war even though it was a year later than the original history. There was no decisive victory or defeat on the European battlefield, and the pro-war and pro-peace factions in China were also in an uproar. Opinion leaders such as Liang Qichao, Zhang Junmai, and Chen Duxiu advocated their opinions in various magazines, sometimes advocating participation in the war and sometimes advocating neutrality. The people of the whole country were also discussing whether it was better to participate in the war or to continue to wait and see.
The mediation proposal put forward by the United States the previous year was not accepted by the Allied and Allied parties. President Theodore Roosevelt suggested that both sides retreat 10 kilometers to draw a ceasefire zone and was willing to send US troops to the buffer zone to maintain the ceasefire. Before the first batch of American troops even arrived in France, Germany launched attacks with Gotha bombers carrying large quantities of sarin gas on several important ports and military camps in southeastern England, including Dover and Portsmouth, causing over 300,000 military and civilian casualties. The British army and navy, as well as the western seaports' loading and unloading capacity, were severely damaged, leaving Great Britain teetering on the brink of collapse. While Germany's indiscriminate terrorist attacks on the rear areas ignited public anger in Britain, the country's manpower reserves and dockworkers had been almost entirely depleted, leaving it unable to continue fighting in the short term. Calls for increased dominion status and even independence emerged from Canada, Australia, South Africa, and even India; the Finns and the Irish Volunteers seized the opportunity to launch a revolution, decimating the remaining British security forces. The green, white, and orange tricolor flag of the Republic of Ireland now flew in every corner of Dublin.
After the previous year's needless waste of soldiers' lives on the battlefield nearly led to a mutiny, although no formal ceasefire was declared, the entire French front was at a standstill, with no movement for several months.
While the indiscriminate terrorist attacks on British civilians sparked outrage in the United States, the evolving situation in Britain and France left President Theodore Roosevelt in a dilemma… With
Britain and France unable to continue fighting, Germany remained inactive on the Western Front, rapidly redeploying its troops eastward to engage Russia near Kiev. After surrounding and capturing 400,000 Russian soldiers, Germany surprisingly declared a ceasefire and supported the independence of Belarusians and Ukrainians.
With no fighting on the Eastern Front, public discontent in Russia was boiling, and revolution was imminent. The United States urged the Tsar to exercise restraint and not massacre the protesters…
The current Constitutional Protection War was also a dilemma…
After the recapture of Changsha, the allied forces from various provinces concentrated near Changsha for reorganization. Li Pinxian's unit advanced northward along the Miluo River to maintain a defensive perimeter, while the main force of the Northern Army was stationed in Yueyang, facing off against the Hunan Army across the river. After the Lunar New Year, Feng Guozhang finally forced Duan Qirui to step down—Feng Guozhang publicly advocated for peace talks between the North and South, and that military action would not be taken in the short term—Tan Yankai also returned to Hunan to assume the positions of military governor and provincial governor,
and the North and South temporarily entered a state of truce. After reporting Father Weng's request to Battalion Commander Ma, the battalion commander obtained Marshal Lu's consent to reach an understanding with the Hunan Army, arguing that "the Hunan Army and the Northern Army have deep-seated grudges, and it would be more appropriate for the Guangxi Army to send out scouts," and naturally, his battalion would send a guard squad to the Church of Our Lady every day.

"Sister Lin, is there anything else I can help with today?" I asked, taking off my coat and rolling up my sleeves. In the blink of an eye, I had been working at the church for almost three months. Every morning after finishing the troops' training, I would bring a group of brothers to the church to do errands, such as carrying things or chopping wood; whatever we could do to serve the refugees, we would do it. Being able to do something good for the victims amidst the bloodshed of battle, the brothers also tried their best to seize the opportunity to serve.
"Please don't bother, Sister Qu, we'll take care of this!" Wenjing replied with a smile.
Although their appearances and figures were different, Sister Lin's smile still bore a striking resemblance to Michelle Chen. The 21st-century Wenjing was taller, at 165 cm, while the early 20th-century Wenjing was at most 160 cm. The 21st-century version of Wenjing had a rounder chin, while the 20th-century version had a pointed chin and a V-shaped face. If the 21st-century Wenjing was gentle, mature, intellectual, and confidently charming, then the Wenjing before me was resolute, decisive, and radiant with gentleness and compassion.
The same soul, yet different temperaments and appearances…
“Oh, right!” Wenjing said, “I mentioned to you before that I wanted to teach the orphans to write, but I don’t know…”
“Hehe, I’ve already reported to the officer,” I said, as I carried a bundle of timber with my brothers. “Currently, due to the war, it’s difficult to find teachers. Sister Lin, please discuss with the priest when to officially begin. Our camp has already selected several brothers with secondary school educations who can be sent to teach first.”
“Ah, how could I trouble you all…” Wenjing said elegantly.
Wenjing—no, I should say Sister Lin—had pure and innocent eyes. For the past few days, I’ve thought about it over and over, but I can’t figure out how our relationship came about.
As far as I know, Sister Lin Wenjing was originally a Chinese expatriate in the Philippines. Her family was originally from Fujian, and her ancestors were successful businessmen in the Philippines. She was a devout Catholic from a young age and attended a church school. In secondary school, she vowed to remain chaste. After passing several examinations at the convent and becoming a full nun, she volunteered to come to Hunan to assist Father Weng. Over the years, whether it was building churches or preparing for church hospitals, she has been Father Weng's most capable assistant. Her greatest personal wish is to establish an orphanage so that destitute children have the opportunity to survive, receive an education, and become useful members of society.
"While I have some time, I'll have the brothers help make tables, chairs, and blackboards. As for the teachers, please ask you and the priest to put in more effort to see if we can find long-term staff..." I said with a smile.
"I will continue to pray. I believe that the Father in Heaven will surely grant us the best answer..." Wenjing smiled and said, "We have been praying to the Father in Heaven to bless those suffering from the ravages of war. He promised us, allowing you, Abbot Qu, to lead the brothers to serve the refugees. I firmly believe that these poor children will also be blessed again."
"That's right, they will be..." I replied.
“In the past two years, we have taken in 40 or 50 orphans. This time, due to the war, even more children have lost their parents and relatives…” Wenjing tightened her chin and said resolutely, “Hunger, disease, poverty, and war have orphaned these children, but I believe that as long as they are given the opportunity and properly educated, they will be able to survive on their own in the future…”
“With Sister Lin’s spirit of sacrifice and dedication, I believe they will not only be able to support themselves, but also have the opportunity to become useful people and the backbone of society!” Every time I listen to Sister Lin speak, I feel like I am watching a televised sermon on Goodnews. Even if I don’t know about my future relationship with her, I am willing to do everything I can to help this passionate nun fulfill her dream.
"I still need your help..." Wenjing gave a slight bow and said, "Thank you, I'll be busy now..."
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After more than two months of facing each other across the Miluo River, the Hunan-Guangxi-Guangdong Constitutional Protection Allied Forces completed their reorganization after the Qingming Festival in 1918. Because peace negotiations had failed, the Guangzhou Military Government ordered the clearing of the remaining enemy forces in Yueyang and then marched towards Wuhan, hoping to use force to restore the Provisional Constitution and establish a new government.
On April 15th, the main force of the Guangxi Army advanced towards southern Hubei along the Pingjiang-Tongcheng line, while the main force of the Hunan Army crossed the Miluo River directly towards Yueyang. The Beiyang Army only had a few outposts along the Miluo River; after a brief engagement, they abandoned their positions and retreated towards Yueyang. The battle progressed smoothly. Unfortunately, our Model Battalion was designated to remain in Changsha as the headquarters guard battalion and honor guard, and could only watch helplessly as our allies reported frequent victories.
The troops were stationed motionless in Changsha, and the brothers were somewhat demoralized with their daily sentry duty and training. As for me, I seized this last bit of time to spend as much time as possible with Sister Lin and to try to get news from home.
With war raging for three months, a letter from home is worth a fortune.
Three months after arriving in Hunan, I finally received my first letter from home.
Under my uncle's leadership, the yarn factory, garment factory, steel mill, and ironworks in Guangzhou Bay had begun mass production. Besides clothing, they were now also producing military materials such as barbed wire, steel bars, steel plates, helmets, and rails. With labor shortages in Britain and France, orders were pouring in. My uncle specifically mentioned in his letter that Huang Jiugu had performed very well since being promoted to English secretary.
Huang Jiugu speaks English?
My uncle's letter left me completely bewildered…
Tao Xiang wrote that seeing I wouldn't be returning to Guilin anytime soon, she and Xiao Ling had already returned to their home in Guiping. Chang Yaodong had recruited over 500 men and trained them rigorously according to my requirements; they were now a formidable force, and the bandits in the surrounding counties had vanished. The railway route had been surveyed, but it was temporarily shelved due to the war, and construction would resume once the situation stabilized. Progress was also being made on the tractor, ironworks, and fertilizer factory projects, with preliminary results expected by the middle of the year. Tao Xiang also mentioned that the two sisters, Xiao Chun and Xiao Mei, were doing remarkably well in their studies, and their father had taken them to Shanghai after the New Year.
Reading the letter, I felt a pang of emotion. Coming into this world alone, I've gradually grasped some essentials and tricks over the years, but to truly change history on a large scale, my own strength is simply insufficient. I've met several good wives by chance, but while they help with business and are good for casual contact, their actual contribution to construction and development far exceeds their education and background in this era. And cultivating talent is no easy task; I alone have to fight, develop business, and manage technological advancements—facing such immense challenges, even a hundred more of myself wouldn't be enough.
Just as I was about to write a reply, a figure appeared at the door.
"Reporting to the sergeant, the battalion commander requests your presence!" the messenger said.
"Yes, sir, I'll be right there..." I put down my pen and stood up.
Just as I reached the door of the battalion commander's office, I heard Battalion Commander Ma say, "Our army is blocked at Xinqiang River
. The Young Marshal wants us to go and support them. Cuiting, go and prepare; we'll leave at dawn!" Before daybreak, I led each company to complete preparations for departure. After leaving all our luggage in Changsha, I led my troops, lightly armed, to attack the Xinqiang River front. The situation was sudden, so I took about 20 minutes to write a brief letter explaining that I could no longer go to help and asking for their well-being. I entrusted it to Wang Jitian to deliver to Sister Lin the next day or the day after.

Our army, advancing north along the Yuehan Railway, was blocked at Xinqiang River. After several days of bloody fighting, they suffered heavy losses but still could not cross. After the Model Battalion arrived, Battalion Commander Ma received orders to advance to the enemy's flank and rear on the north bank of Xinqiang River, threatening the rear of the Beiyang Army, so that the bridge could be opened and the main force could continue its advance. Battalion Commander Ma immediately ordered me to lead the 2nd Infantry Company, commanded by Company Commander Zhu Weizhen, and the Xia Wei machine gun detachment to find a crossing point and outflank the enemy.
We walked upstream along the river to the vicinity of Lu's house in Shuangfeng Village, and around sunset, we secretly crossed the river via a sandbar in the middle of the river. The north bank of the Xinqiang River is a small, complex hilly area. In the early years of the Republic of China, the army did not have small-scale maps, so we could only advance in a general direction. However, our army came from Guangxi and knew nothing about the terrain and roads here. I sent out scouts to search, hoping to find local villagers willing to act as guides. As
soon as it got completely dark, Su Zuxin, the company commander, returned with the scouts and a resident who was willing to act as a guide. After inquiring, we learned that recently, apart from fierce fighting with our army on the front line of the railway bridge, the discipline of the Northern Army had been extremely poor. Whenever the fighting subsided, they would plunder everywhere. The guide's wife and all the women in the village had been brutally raped, and they hated the Northern Army to the core.
"Damn it, sir, you don't need to give me money. I am willing to guide you, but I have one condition..." the man said.
“Speak!” I squatted down face-to-face with Xiang Dao and said, “As long as it’s within
my power, I will definitely agree to your request.” “You know! More than 30 women in our village, including the hunchbacked wife, were all raped. This revenge must be taken. I’ll go back and call everyone to go together…” the man said, “As long as you agree, sir, I will immediately go back and call men. We will unconditionally lead you all to kill those bastards.”
“Alright!” I shook the man’s hands and said, “Go quickly and come back quickly. We will go with you to take revenge!”
About 30 minutes later, the man returned with seven or eight strong men carrying knives and spears. He led us through the dark valley, following a secluded path to avoid any possible enemy vigilance. After walking for several hours in the mountain path, we emerged from a pine forest and could vaguely see a small hill ahead with several bushes on it. I questioned the guide in detail and learned that my original plan was to advance to a key point on the road a few miles north of the Xinqiang River, cut off the Beiyang Army's retreat, and use the darkness to create a false impression of strength to threaten the enemy. Unexpectedly, the guide and his men, eager to avenge their defeat, led us directly to the rear of the Beiyang Army's positions. Under the moonlight, I could vaguely see several Beiyang Army figures moving on the high ground. Fortunately, the route they had chosen was very well concealed, and they hadn't been discovered by the enemy yet.
I first took Su Zuxin and two others to scout out the enemy's strength and approach route.
We crept through the woods and advanced towards a clearly visible Beiyang Army outpost on the high ground. This outpost was located on the northern slope of the high ground, completely protected from artillery fire from our troops on the other side of the Xinqiang River to the south. The northern slope of the outpost was covered with tall weeds. We carefully crawled through the gaps in the grass, sweating profusely, and climbed to a point about 50 meters from the outpost without alerting the enemy. I gestured to Su Zuxin, and together we slid into a ravine and slowly moved upwards. We could hear the guards at the outpost talking and walking, and even smell the faint scent of opium on the breeze, but we couldn't see them.
I counted the footsteps and, as the guards moved to the other side, peeked out to observe our surroundings…
Before me was a trench, leading to a mud-brick outpost on each side. From my vantage point, I could see about 20 or 30 enemy soldiers fast asleep in each outpost. The trench extended westward until it disappeared from sight, and in the distance, I could vaguely see two or three mud houses, all situated on the northern slope of the hill for protection. The Beiyang Army's main trench was located about 40 or 50 meters ahead at the edge of the hill. In the moonlight, I could see fewer than 10 guards, most of whom seemed to be asleep. It seemed that during the ceasefire, the Beiyang Army had already developed this hill into a semi-permanent position. I estimated there were about 150 to 200 enemy soldiers on the entire hill.
After the reconnaissance, we followed the ravine back to our assembly point. I summoned Company Commander Zhu Weizhen and others to discuss the plan.
My plan was as follows: Company Commander Zhu and Su Zuxin would lead a platoon of soldiers to climb the hill along the gully, then quickly sweep across both sides of the trench, avoiding firing as much as possible, using bayonets to disperse the sentries and then clearing out the outposts with grenades; I would follow behind with a heavy machine gun and a platoon of men, advancing directly to the southern edge of the hill to establish a position for firing down on the first line of defense near the railway bridge below; Xia Wei would lead another machine gun and the rest of the men to establish a blocking position about 600 meters north of the hill, to contain the fleeing enemy troops in the railway bridge area and prevent reinforcements from the rear. Company
Commander Zhu quickly organized a bayonet assault team and a grenade throwing team, and Xia Wei also led half a company of soldiers northward.
At three o'clock in the morning, my assault team and I set off along the gully. The moon was already setting in the west, and the shadow of the hill itself provided perfect cover for our movement. About 20 minutes later, we reached the edge of the high ground. Company Commander Zhu Weizhen and Company Commander Su Zuxin each led about 15 men to the left and right outposts, while the remaining soldiers formed two columns behind me, each soldier three paces apart, with the heavy machine gunners and ammunition carriers at the rear.
The moon was about to completely sink in the west, and the night was growing darker. We strained our ears, anxiously listening for the first grenade explosion in the darkness.
Boom! The first loud explosion came from the direction of Company Commander Zhu Weizhen on the east side.
Boom! Boom! Less than five seconds later, two more loud explosions came from the direction of Su Zuxin on the west side.
"Charge!" I stood up, brandishing my pistol, and led the charge.
"Charge!" The brothers leaped out of the ravine, their bayonets reflecting a chilling killing intent in the fading moonlight.
"Kill!" I led the charge towards the trench on the south side of the high ground. A Northern Army sentry who had just been awakened stood up from the trench and was shot in the head by me with a Mauser pistol.
Boom! Boom! Commander Zhu's assault team had advanced to the eastern edge of the hill about 200 meters away. In the dim light, thick smoke could be clearly seen rising from three outposts.
Boom! Boom! In the moonlight, Su Zuxin's team could be seen moving rapidly. They had also quickly advanced to the western side of the hill, where four outposts had collapsed in the smoke.
Boom! Boom! The fifth outpost at the far end also turned into a mound of earth with two loud explosions.
Bang... Bang...! The Northern Army sentries were completely stunned by our army. They only fired a few scattered shots before surrendering.
After designating the heavy machine gun position, I turned to survey the surroundings—I always liked to emphasize the importance of surprise attacks to my men, disliking traditional frontal assaults and excessive emphasis on individual bravery; following the Battle of Hengshan, today once again proved my principles—within 5 minutes, 8 outposts on the northern edge of the hill were destroyed, and around each pile of wreckage, three or four soldiers were on guard, disarming the survivors one after another. On the southern edge of the hill, about 1000 meters from the iron bridgehead, there was now a heavy machine gun and about 70 men, using the fortifications constructed by the Beiyang Army to search for targets. Our troops were on high ground, and in the moonlight, we could vaguely see the enemy's first line of defense, 300 or 400 meters away, with men and figures moving about.
"Report! Four heavy machine guns captured!" Su Zuxin's messenger ran over and said.
I quickly followed—four British Vickers heavy machine guns and boxes of ammunition piled up like small mountains were quietly set up in the well-constructed position, with three Beiyang Army guards crouching beside them with their hands behind their heads.
"Zuxin, fire the first and second shots at the enemy positions west of the iron bridge, the third and fourth shots at the east... short bursts of concentrated fire, the key is to force them out of their positions..." I pointed ahead and said, "The rest of you, don't fire yet. If the enemy comes up the hillside, wait until they're about 30 meters away before throwing grenades... Throwing grenades from the hillside will be too far, have the brothers throw them closer so they roll down."
After giving these instructions, I turned and ran towards Zhu Weizhen's direction, ordering Company Commander Zhu to arrange for the men to guard the perimeter, and to use grenades to drive away the enemy when they get within 30 meters. Rat
-a-tat-tat-tat-tat~~ Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat~~ Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat~~!
Su Zuxin's infantry wasn't as rigorously trained as the machine gun team; their short bursts were sometimes 5 rounds, sometimes 7, but fortunately, they still had the basic concept and wouldn't hold down the trigger and overheat the barrel.
About 15 minutes later, a group of enemies appeared about 200 meters below the hill. Taking advantage of the hilltop, I ordered Su Zuxin's machine gun to continue harassing and driving away the Beiyang Army positions, while I directed the machine guns we had brought up to aim at the counter-attacking troops.
"Hold on... hold on..." I said, supporting the machine gunner's shoulder, "Wait for my orders..."
The enemy figures became clearer. They seemed to be misled by Su Zuxin's machine gun, thinking we hadn't noticed their movements, and boldly walked up the hill. They were closing in to about 100 meters.
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Fire at three o'clock, quick, fire!" Rat-a-tat ...

It was nearly six o'clock. In the dim dawn light, several fires had broken out on the enemy's first-line positions, which had been harassed for over two hours. Groups of Beiyang Army soldiers were fleeing in disarray towards the lower reaches of the Xinqiang River. In the past few hours, we had repelled four waves of Beiyang Army soldiers. Except for the first wave, the rest of the Beiyang Army soldiers tried to charge up the hillside while shouting and firing. Their shooting skills were poor; bullets whizzed past our heads, at least five meters above the ground.
Each time, I waited until the enemy was about 100 meters away before ordering to fire, probably to prevent the soldiers from escaping at night. The Beiyang Army's counterattack formation was quite dense, providing many targets for the heavy machine guns. When they finally reached the top of the hill, the brothers warmly welcomed them with grenades in small groups.
During this time, the guides and able-bodied men disappeared one by one, only returning from the bottom of the hillside around five o'clock. They had replaced their swords and spears with rifles, and everyone was covered in blood, extremely excited and agitated. I knew they had gone to seek revenge. Around 6:30, they brought back several local elders, who brought us tea and rice to fill our stomachs. They also reported that the enemy on the north bank of the Xinqiang River had completely fled towards Yueyang—this dramatic and moving scene truly made me understand the powerful force of military discipline and cooperation between the army and the people.
We suffered no losses in the one-sided fighting throughout the night. Company Commander Zhu even managed to assign men to question prisoners of war and clear the high ground.
After questioning the prisoners, we learned that the iron bridge was defended by the 29th Regiment of the 15th Brigade of the 8th Division of the Beiyang Army, commanded by Brigade Commander Wang Ruqin and Regiment Commander Tao Yunhe. Wang Ruqin, courtesy name Youfu, was from Miyun, Zhili Province. He graduated from the third class of the Japanese Army Academy and served as Chief of Staff of the Henan Military Governor's Office in 1912. Later, he served as Commander of the 2nd Mixed Brigade of the Army and Commander of the 15th Brigade of the 8th Division in 1914. Tao Yunhe, courtesy name Xiaoxuan, was from Hefei, Anhui Province. He graduated from the Army University and served as Commander of the 15th Brigade in 1913. Both were fierce generals who had received formal military academy education in the early years of the Republic of China. No wonder the veteran generals from the Qing Dynasty in the Guangxi and Hunan armies were no match for them. The troops
stationed on the high ground consisted of the machine gun company of the 29th Regiment, the headquarters of the 1st Battalion, and the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion, about 400 men. The other three infantry companies of the 1st Battalion were on the first line of defense on the east side of the iron bridge below the high ground, while the 2nd Battalion occupied positions on the west side. The 3rd Battalion was located upstream of the Xinqiang River, and our army was fortunate enough to cross the Xinqiang River between the 1st and 3rd Battalions. After clearing the battlefield, a total of 253 people were captured, along with 4 heavy machine guns and more than 300 rifles and pistols. In addition, 177 bodies, including the battalion commander and battalion adjutant, were recovered from the collapsed outposts.
I had no news of Xia Wei until sunrise—small groups of enemy troops could be seen fleeing in his direction in the morning light, but for several hours I heard neither gunfire nor shouts. I tried to send out combat messengers, but they never returned. Around 7:00 AM, our troops on the opposite bank finally began to move. A dense mass of soldiers followed the Guangxi Army flag across the iron bridge, but what followed was quite appalling—the Guangxi soldiers crossing the river showed no intention of pursuing Yueyang. Upon reaching the north bank, they quickly scattered, rushing towards the positions abandoned by the Beiyang Army. Collecting weapons and equipment was one thing, but through binoculars, it was clearly visible that the soldiers began looting the dead, even stripping the corpses of their clothes and shoes, leaving piles of blood-stained uniforms draped over the shoulders of the Guangxi soldiers.
About 15 minutes later, a messenger sent by Battalion Commander Ma arrived, conveying the latest order for us to immediately pursue Yueyang. Just as Company Commander Zhu Weizhen was gathering his troops to descend the mountain, a messenger from Xia Wei arrived.
"Report...report..." the messenger gasped, "After our unit set out last night, we established positions near the...squeezing house. By 7 PM...we had captured...1 battalion commander...37 officers...over 400 soldiers...and many more enemy troops are escaping north by bypassing our positions...Our unit is too short to capture them all...Captain Xia...Please lead your unit north along the railway to pursue the enemy..."
"Understood, we're about to set off!" I said, "You should rest and eat something first!"
The Xinqiang River is over 20 kilometers from Yueyang City and is the most important defensive line for Yueyang. Guided by our guides, we soon found the Xiawei detachment, which had captured a great deal. Because our brothers had fought fiercely all night and captured so many, we stopped at the Xiawei position, allowing follow-up units to overtake our main force for pursuit.

The next afternoon, friendly forces recaptured Yueyang, but the Beiyang Army had already abandoned the city and fled.
On April 30, three days after crossing the Xinqiang River, the main camp entered Yueyang. At this time, the Allied forces continued to advance towards Tingsi Bridge and engaged in battle with Wu Guangxin's troops of the Beiyang Army in Hubei. After several days of fierce fighting, they were unable to break through the Beiyang Army's positions and entered a stalemate again.
In early May of the seventh year of the Republic of China (1918), the Beijing government abandoned any hope of peace talks and ordered a full-scale offensive against the Constitutional Protection Army. Cao Kun was appointed Military Commissioner of Sichuan, Hunan, Guangdong, and Jiangxi provinces; Zhang Huaizhi was appointed Commander-in-Chief; Wu Peifu was appointed Deputy Commander-in-Chief; and Zhang Jingyao was appointed Commander-in-Chief of the attack on Yueyang. Simultaneously, a naval fleet was dispatched to provide support, and troops were divided to launch a counter-offensive southward.
After reorganization and replenishment, the Model Battalion was about to once again be thrown into the bloody battlefield…

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