Chapter 1292: 1293The one wrapped in blanket
Chapter 1292 1293 The one wrapped in blanket
In a bush with all its leaves, several Qin soldiers huddled together and survived another night. Although during this night, the commander of the central cluster of the Qin army was captured alive by the Tang army,
Wang Luo, the commander-in-chief of the northern cluster, is among these people at this moment. He, his adjutant, and the guard captain have been hiding everywhere until now.
Yes, there are no decent organized troops in the entire northern cluster now, only a few rats are left, hiding in every corner.
The Tang Army's small troops captured prisoners everywhere, and now they have captured hundreds of thousands. The Qin Army's northern cluster is actually finished, but the Qin State itself does not admit it, or does not know it.
The weather was already very cold. Wang Luo still had a blanket on him, and the officers were wearing a variety of colors: some were wearing military coats, some were wearing cotton clothes from unknown sources, and some only had one wrapped around their necks. scarf.
Several people had nothing to eat last night. Their command vehicles, cars and armored vehicles were all destroyed, and the guard troops were scattered by the Tang army who was chasing them.
The number of people around them became less and less, and only a few of them were left. They barely escaped pursuit and spent the night hiding in the bushes.
Now, at dawn, they finally found where they were: beside a road, or...next to a large group of Tang troops.
Less than 50 meters away, Tang soldiers' tents and temporary camps were connected together. The soldiers were cooking, and parked next to them was a tracked armored vehicle that the Qin army had never seen before.
The other party's camouflage is different from the past. The colors on it look very complicated. From a distance, the lines of the armored vehicle are very blurred by the camouflage.
The adjutant was so frightened that he pulled out the pistol from his waist. Wang Luo squinted and watched the Tang soldiers brushing their teeth and washing their faces, and burst into laughter from time to time.
"Don't shoot! If you shoot, we will be dead." An officer held down the adjutant's trembling hand and continued to persuade Wang Luo: "Commander, let's go quickly, go around from the other side, and continue to the west... maybe We’ll be arriving in Dongqing soon.”
They were broken into pieces, or were defeated by the Tang Army. It was not without benefits. The Tang Army's maneuvering speed was very fast, and this abnormal speed also left some problems.
The Tang troops advanced so fast that they did not have time to build a fixed line of defense. Without a line of defense, without heavy troops, there was no complete encirclement.
If there is no complete line of defense, there will be gaps, and small groups of troops can escape and avoid the pursuit of the Tang army.
Although as time went by, the Tang Army's pursuit became more precise, the search and fighting of small groups of troops became more experienced and sophisticated, and the weapons were more suitable, there were still many "possibilities" left.
Wang Luo and the others fled westward, relying on these gaps. Little by little they retreated westward, first following the routed troops and then acting on their own.
Finally, after the guard troops were dispersed, they relied on a few people to escape in a low-key manner and avoid several raids by the Tang army.
Looking at the three or two kittens beside him, Wang Luo has completely lost the arrogance of the commander of the more than 700,000-strong army in the Northern Cluster. He is now like a refugee, and his beard has not even been shaved for a long time.
In order to hide his identity, Wang Luo even changed his military uniform. He is now wearing a Qin captain's military uniform, and everyone around him has a higher "military rank" than him.
“Let’s go!” He sighed, turned around, pushed aside the bushes, and got back into the big hole where he had just rested. The followers who stayed in the pit had already packed their things. Some were carrying submachine guns and others were carrying luggage. They did not look like soldiers at all.
Because their sight was blocked, they left the place where they hid yesterday and walked to the west along a road trampled by the defeated soldiers.
Abandoned rifles and some fragmentary objects can also be seen on the edge of this road. There are Qin Army's M35 helmets, bullets, and some ration packages.
The cans that had been licked clean were half-buried in the soil, and not far away were the bodies of the soldiers who had been killed. No one checked to see how the man died because no one cared.
Normally, everyone would be alert if they saw corpses on the road, but now, because they have seen too many corpses, everyone has become numb.
Along the way, the chief of staff was killed, the army commander also died, and the head of the guard regiment also died. Neither the size of the official position nor the position where you stand can guarantee your safety, so people no longer study how to save their lives.
It turns out that in this kind of rout, life and death are a matter of luck. There is no know-how, and there is no experience that can be summarized.
While walking, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the distance, echoing in the wilderness, back and forth.
One of the people in the team who was wrapped in a blanket fell straight down, and the remaining people looked numbly in the direction where the gunfire came from.
They didn't realize what happened yet, but when the second shot was fired and the second man fell, they finally recalled that the person they needed to protect seemed to be dead.
"Don't shoot! We surrender!" The remaining three people raised their hands and shouted loudly, fearing that they would lose their lives if they slowed down a little.
As expected, the gunfire stopped, and a few seconds later, a figure stood up in an inconspicuous place. The snipers of the Tang Army wore gray and black ghillie suits, blending in with the surrounding bare shrubs and soil. If he didn't stand up, there was no way anyone would notice his location.
This sniper... or rather observer, holding an assault rifle, walked step by step in front of the three people with their hands raised in the air, and looked at these gray-faced Qin soldiers: "Officer?"
"Yes!" The guard captain raised his hand and nodded nervously, answering the other party's question: "I am the captain of the Northern Cluster Commander's private security force! He is the commander's adjutant, and that one is the secretary."
"Captain? Adjutant?" Obviously, the snipers of the Tang Army did not expect that these guys who looked no different from beggars were big fish: "He can't be the commander, right?"
While joking, his eyes fell on the body that was shot to death by his partner.
"He is not, he is the section chief of the communications section of the headquarters, a lieutenant colonel." The other party's answer made the Tang soldier breathe a sigh of relief.
However, the next words made him laugh and cry again: "That is Commander Wang Luo... The first one you killed, the one wrapped in a blanket..."
(End of this chapter)