John? Smith drove the train out of St. Paul station. Based on the experience of the station, the train didn't travel fast. It wasn't John? Smith who wanted to be lazy. The unscrupulous businessmen who built the railway cut corners and the roadbed was poorly laid. If the train ran too fast, the train would shake violently.
This was not bad. A while ago, there was a tragedy where a railway bridge suddenly collapsed when a train passed through it. The last few carriages immediately fell into the river. Fortunately, the train was carrying grain. If it was a passenger carriage, dozens of people would have died.
"Prepare to pressurize!" After the train drove out of St. Paul, John? Smith ordered the fireman.
After shouting the order, John? Smith turned his head and prepared to pull the handle. However, his arm still couldn't pull down. A group of people was moving along the railway towards St. Paul. They wore respectable olive green windbreakers and fashionable olive green hats. If it wasn't for the rifles on their backs, they would look quite fashionable at first glance.
Is this the new uniform of the Pinkerton Detective Company? John? This thought appeared in Smith's mind. Out of curiosity, John? Smith stuck his head out of the window and saw a group of soldiers quickly raising their rifles.
"Oh God …" This was the scene before the bullet entered John's head. Smith's last thought.
After taking care of the driver, Lieutenant Shi Qian dropped the rifle and sped up to the side of the train. He grabbed the handrail and the captain's entire body was lifted by the train. After swaying back and forth a few times, Lieutenant Shi Qian stabilized his body and began to climb the train. His subordinates were also smart. Seeing the captain climb the train so bravely, three soldiers also dropped their rifles and climbed the train carriage first.
Ten minutes later, the train finally stopped. Coincidentally, it stopped near Ma Xiaoming who was advancing. Under the aim of a group of muzzles, the door on the locomotive opened. The co-driver and the fireman jumped off the locomotive under the pressure of Lieutenant Shi Qian's pistol. The co-driver was a bit better, but the fireman was scared out of his wits and ran away. He was immediately shot to death.
"Don't shoot, it's me." Lieutenant Shi Qian was also taken aback by such a decisive kill. He first shouted a few times in Chinese before cautiously poking his head out. In less than ten minutes, the captain was brought to Ma Xiaoming.
"Do you know how to drive a train?" Ma Xiaoming asked after listening to Shi Qian's description.
"I don't know how to drive a train, but I can speak English." Lieutenant Shi Qian replied proudly. His wife was the daughter of a former Indian chief and was now working at a foreign language school in Xinxiang. Because of her family background, Lieutenant Shi Qian's wife could speak English, French, and Indian languages. Of course, after attending school in China for 10 years, Chinese had become her daily language and working language. Of course, Lieutenant Shi Qian would not show off his wife's knowledge at this time.
"Someone, send the captain back to the army." Ma Xiaoming didn't want to waste time talking nonsense. Of course, the captain had contributed a lot. However, it was also a reality that the captain's troops lacked a commander. Of course, rewards for meritorious service had to be given after victory. In the Liberation Army, there had never been a case of meritorious service not being rewarded.
Lieutenant Shi Qian and his subordinates spent another twenty minutes riding a motorcycle back to the army. The captain naturally liked such convenient equipment very much, but he felt it was a pity. There were a lot of mechanical failures along the way. In order to ensure the speed of the march, those trucks and motorcycles that could not be repaired were towed to the side of the nearby valley, unloaded the equipment, emptied the fuel, and pushed down the valley. The choice of not wanting the enemy to seize the equipment was naturally helpless. With the ability of the Americans, they might not be able to find the equipment. Even if they found it, they couldn't take it away. But it was also distressing to carry out destructive concealment of these equipment.
Although the company commander climbed up the train, the deputy company commander continued to advance with the troops and did not turn back to chase. Seeing the company commander and his comrades return safely, the soldiers were very happy.
"Company commander, you subdued such a big train!"
"Company commander, teach us how to clean up the train next time!"
The heroic behavior naturally won the admiration of the soldiers from the bottom of their hearts. The instructor first complained, "Company Commander Shi, you are too impulsive." After that, he couldn't help but praise, "When you are free, teach this to the soldiers."
Shi Qian did not show a triumphant expression. A large reason why he could quickly make a judgment in such a short period of time was that he had practiced. The North American part of the Min dynasty was not completely peaceful. This skill was also a skill he learned when participating in the extermination of a group of Indian railway habitual criminals.
On the battlefield, there was naturally not much nonsense. With the encouragement of Shi Qian's heroic and decisive actions, the soldiers' morale was much higher. The troops went straight along the railway to the train station in St. Paul. The railway to the south was blocked by the train, and the next important task was to quickly capture the train station and other important places.
No one liked to listen to the roar of the train every day. Before entering the city center, there were very few houses near the railway. As they approached the center of St. Paul, the bell in the city suddenly rang loudly. The soldiers who were newly incorporated into the motorized troops immediately became nervous. Although the soldiers who had experienced the war on the West Coast had begun to get used to this kind of alarm bell, their faces also became solemn. The next city battle was bound to be very tragic.
The west was a place where everyone was armed, especially in the city center. As soon as the Liberation Army approached, someone started shooting at the stragglers from the windows. The black gunpowder bullets failed to hit the infantrymen who were fighting according to the combat rules. Instead, the thick smoke created gave the Liberation Army guidance. The rifles were hidden at hand and fired at the window.
Seeing the soldiers subconsciously shooting at a window, Shi Qian's memories of the battle in San Francisco immediately came back. It was a tragic battle, and the Liberation Army suffered more than a thousand casualties. Shi Qian quickly shouted, "Platoon leader, take the troops and spread out according to the combat mode."
The platoon leader had also participated in the battle of San Francisco. At that time, he was still a squad leader. Hearing the company commander's order, the platoon leader bent over to the front line and first stopped the soldiers from shooting like birds. The platoon leader ordered the second squad leader, "Throw the grenade!"
The second squad leader took out the grenade and first looked at the window with the curtains that had been shot into pieces. He bent over and ran to the window and stood against the wall. Taking a deep breath, the second squad leader pulled out the grenade and waited for a moment before throwing the grenade through the window. In just a few seconds, the grenade exploded in the house, and thick smoke and a lot of debris burst out of the window. A few seconds later, a woman's scream could be faintly heard.
The explosion of the grenade brought the soldiers into the battlefield in the blink of an eye. As for the woman's scream, no one paid attention to it at all. The veterans had heard much more tragic sounds on the battlefield. The scream was as gentle as a breeze on a summer night compared to the movement made by the storm of human death.
The second squad leader gestured to his subordinates across the street. Within ten seconds, his soldiers also began to move. After crossing the street, everyone began to move toward their destination, the train station.
One after another, gunshots and explosions rang out in St. Paul. In less than an hour, the entire city began to boil.
"How troublesome!" Ma Xiaoming murmured at the door of a house one kilometer away from the city. The US Constitution guaranteed Americans the right to bear arms. There was no need for the Constitution to guarantee it. The United States was a country where everyone had a gun. Ma Xiaoming fully experienced this when he was on the expedition to the West Coast.
Holding a gun did not necessarily mean that one would have the will to fight, but humans would always make a lot of extreme reactions when they were afraid. If there was another gun in their hands at this time, the probability of conflict was close to 100%.
Just like the house where Ma Xiaoming was now, the security forces had just dragged a few bodies out. When the Liberation Army approached, the owner of the house on a small hill raised his gun and shot out without saying a word. Until they were killed, the family did not make any move to surrender.
Raising his binoculars, Ma Xiaoming saw smoke rising in the city. With the dull explosion of the grenade, many two-story windows were broken, and some of the cracks on the roofs that were not built firmly were also emitting smoke.
"Tutututu …" The dull roar of the machine gun came from afar. Ma Xiaoming put down his binoculars and sighed slightly. The troops had used machine guns on the streets of San Francisco many times, and those who had escaped were swept down by the heavy machine guns. This was also a tactic. One-on-one combat was too inefficient. It was more efficient to drive the gang of armed thugs to the machine gun positions on the street and deal with them collectively.
Of course, there were also some armed thugs who gathered in a relatively sturdy house. It was also a good combat method to use machine guns to shoot fiercely before the artillery fired at close range.
After fighting for more than an hour, the sound of artillery finally sounded. Ma Xiaoming did not look at St. Paul, but turned his head to look at the surging Mississippi River. St. Paul was located east of the Mississippi River, and across the Mississippi River from St. Paul was another important city in Minnesota, Minneapolis.
"Quick! Quick! "Wu Sanjia, the deputy commander of the Second Division, jumped from the rubber boat to the west bank of the Mississippi River. Spring floods were very annoying things. The originally not wide river could be much wider with the abundant water provided by the winter snowmelt, and the water flow was much faster than during the dry season.
Of course, the Liberation Army would not retreat because of such natural conditions. After the rubber boats were inflated, they were connected together and formed a pontoon bridge with the help of strong long ropes. Wu Sanjia also heard the sound of artillery. Unlike the more fashionable young motorized infantrymen, Wu Sanjia was a solid infantryman. Ma Xiaoming could tell that the shells were not fired at the landing site. Instead, they were fired from Minneapolis and crossed the Mississippi River toward St. Paul. It was even more impossible for Wu Sanjia to make a wrong judgment.
"Stop looking and quickly build the bridge!" Wu Sanjia shouted to his somewhat stunned subordinates. The enemy's response could not be said to be a strong response. At least in the eyes of the Liberation Army, this reaction was simply a show of weakness. Exposing the position of their artillery was a stupid thing to do. If it was the Liberation Army, they would immediately send infantry to test the enemy's attack.
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