The solar system is broken

It rained heavily in the sky over the river bend.

A train was speeding through the night sky, and the rain was pouring.

The coniferous forest is swaying, and this miserable world is in chaos.

While the 112th Regiment was still marching desperately, the Dongyi Army had already reached the designated position.

They crossed the river long before it rained.

This army marched for 12 hours a day, covering 60 kilometers. It had been lying in wait for the arrival of the Youzhou Army in the southwest valley of the Hequ Industrial Zone for 4 hours.

(60 kilometers is not the limit of a forced march. In the history of infantry warfare, Beibang’s Flower Planting Army had a 72.5-kilometer, 14-hour forced march.)

(There are also the 240-kilometer march to Luding Bridge on the eve of the flower growers’ anti-chicken campaign, and the 260-kilometer march that followed during the liberation period.)

(Of course, this is a special case and cannot be compared with ordinary people.)

The heavy rain made it difficult to open one's eyes.

More than 3,000 disciples just stood in the rain, carrying two spears on their backs and holding a long gong in their hands.

There is no armor on the body, only a thin layer of cold clothes.

The commander of this army stepped on the rocks in the field and looked diagonally down the hillside.

The mist raised by the heavy rain blurred his vision and he couldn't see it at all.

But his eyes were very sharp, he was waiting, waiting for a prey to reveal a flaw.

In the snow of the coniferous forest, the smell of blood attracts hunters most.

The sharp stakes in the mud bear dark red blood marks in the round pits.

The dying pine trees are scattered across the jungle.

The heavy rain rippled on the thick needles, and the thick buffer silenced the sound of rain.

Yuan Ye pressed the head of the knife and squinted at the darkness in the distance. He was staring into the boundless darkness.

Shanlan is like a ghost, wandering in the mountains and forests.

The night is too late and my heart is too cold.

The face of the wilderness is dripping with rain.

There are crystal drops of water hanging on the hard lines, and the almond-shaped eyes are wide.

"Mr. Cheng," he murmured softly.

The rain in the breastplate bothered his heart, it was so cold.

Chengli's death is inevitable, Yuanye doesn't have any doubts.

But he wondered if there would be a miracle and Duke Cheng returned to Wei Palace with dripping blood.

The soul is back~

Sincerity is both brave and martial, and ultimately strong and invincible. Although the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute and is the hero of ghosts.

In this wandering world, who can be lucky?

"Da da da da~"

The sound of horse hooves passed through the forest.

Yuan Ye's eyes flashed, he was here.

The man rolled his saddle, dismounted his horse, and ran up the hillside quickly.

"General!"

"Say," he tightened his hands slightly and looked at the plain.

"One train, the distance is less than one kilometer."

Yuan Ye frowned, "Can you see what's inside?"

"The rain was too heavy and I couldn't see clearly."

In this case, the visibility was extremely low, and it was not easy to identify the train.

"Have you made any arrangements ahead?"

"Young ones, you're ready!"

"Brush!" Yuanye pulled out the bronze dagger in his hand.

Big raindrops fell on the blade of the sword, and the sword made a gentle sound.

"The sound of a gentleman's sword is a good omen."

Yuanye smiled coldly, raised his arms and shouted, "We will win!"

There was an immediate echo in the valley, victory is certain!

"Must win!"

"Must win!"

...

The so-called military might is nothing more than that.

The voices of 3,000 people covered the world like a tide.

The coniferous forest trembled, and many dead leaves fell rustlingly.

"Leave!"

Yuanye flicked the sword in his hand and pointed it gently into the distance.

He is going to do something big today.

Unlike Cheng Li, Yuan Ye was not determined to die. He thought victory was enough.

The wilderness started from the grass, and the young man became famous in the cities of Sishang with his novel ideas.

When he surrendered his army to Sishui and pacified Xu Yi, he proposed a plan to attack the barbarians at night and was decorated. Cheng Li promoted him to be his general, making him the youngest generation of generals.

The younger the person is, the more ideas they have.

Yuanye's ideas are beyond ordinary people's cognition, and his luck has always been very good.

On a rainy night, it is simply too friendly to the weaker party.

God of wind bless you~

Yuanye's idea is very simple, hit both ends.

After all, he didn't listen to Cheng Li's order and brought the baggage brigade. Of course, he definitely didn't bring any large weapons, just some simple bows and arrows.

Yuanye divided the army into two parts, one assaulted the train and let the entire 112th Regiment lie down on the railway.

The other department put all its elite troops directly into the attack on the Hequ Industrial Zone.

Wait patiently for the enemy's flaws, and once the enemy slacks off, launch a large-scale surprise attack on the enemy.

Very simple.

But very effective.

"Mount!"

Horse bit, hoof wrapped in cloth.

3,000 people quickly mounted their horses, turned their horses' heads, and started slowly.

This step is not a horse army, they are pure infantry, but they are mounted infantry.

Horses were just a means of transportation. After arriving on the battlefield, they still fought on foot.

The purpose of Yuanye is to use the advantage of horses to defeat the Youzhou army.

Evening the disadvantaged balance and allowing the Youzhou Army to win was also a humiliating victory.

"Go east, rush in, and kill them all!"

As soon as the reins are pulled, the horse's head is raised, and the horse jumps out of the field.

Those behind follow in order.

During the whole process, except for the sound of horses hooves treading water, there was no noise at all.

He is a tough opponent.

...

...

The words are divided into two parts.

But let’s talk about the writer’s side.

After deducing five telegrams in one night, the writer glanced at Sunspot and said contemptuously, "I figured it out."

"What happened?" Heizi raised his eyelids and looked at the writer vaguely.

His mouth is hairless and he talks nonsense.

"Telegram," the writer dipped his fingernail in a little saliva on the greasy table and wrote a string of numbers, "your military telegraph is too weak."

The two-level encryption is used multiple times. The basis of the original password is Morse code. For a writer who has mastered 5 comparison samples, it is simply a piece of cake.

The encryption principle of this kind of password is just a curve function, so you can see through it at a glance.

"Keep blowing~" Heizi tightened the gun in his arms and continued to sleep.

Unfortunately, God was not kind to him, and the telegram that had been silent for a while suddenly rang again.

"Didi didi~"

"This is Diantou, the 112th Regiment." The writer smiled slightly.

"Huh?" Heizi looked suspicious at the writer's confidence.

Although he had read little, he had received military training and knew that it would be very difficult to decipher this thing.

It's just that he wouldn't have thought that the Morse code was just a toy on Blue Star, and the permanent code encrypted on this basis would not be very troublesome.

"Radio station in the industrial zone, out of the river to the east, no enemies seen."

"Afraid of crossing the river."

The writer is confident in translating, but his classical Chinese is not very good and he can only speak semi-vernacularly.

"This is something different, please let everyone know."

"?" Heizi still didn't believe it. The writer had broken the code.

"Are you lying to me?"

The writer's mouth curled up slightly, "Who knows?" His eyes were provocative.

Following the writer's gaze, Heizi saw the unkind expression on An Lan's face, which seemed to be really bad news.

It's kind of true.

Heizi couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it?"

"Did it while you were asleep."

Pretending to be profound.

In fact, the writer has not completely broken it.

Anyone who is familiar with functions knows that the correspondence of functions is relative.

It is known that x→f(x) is a function, then as long as x is within the value range of f(x), x has a unique corresponding value.

On the other hand, if you know the value of f(x), you may not be able to find a unique corresponding value.

It is very simple. If it is a quadratic function y=㎡, when y=4, then the value of m can be positive or negative.

The message the writer obtained is f(x), and the code source is x.

The result of the writer's inverse operation of the function is that it fits the original function infinitely.

Of course, if it is a non-expression function, then forget it.

Huo Shan slashed his sword and ordered to go down. According to this encryption, the writer couldn't do anything.

However, in fact, the messages in the industrial zone are not encrypted, but in clear code.

The writer only needs to listen carefully, know English, and have some basic knowledge of Morse code.

"Is this a crime?"

"It doesn't count." The writer nodded, "There are no explicit provisions in the city-state's blueprint laws."

An Lan's face kept contorting. He was confused. An army moving on such a scale could not be so well concealed.

He couldn't think of any reason other than not coming.

However, Yuanji's message clearly mentioned that there were signs of large-scale movement in Tian Town two days ago.

A false shot?

Not quite.

So where will he go?

An Lan looked at the pencil in the map's hand and gently placed it on the table.

The atmosphere in the train headquarters suddenly reached freezing point, which was very strange.

Can't find the enemy?

Heavy rain will cover up many things. Without advanced tracking equipment, it is basically impossible to find the enemy in the vast coniferous forest to complete the event.

"Speed ​​up the march!" An Lan didn't know what would happen, so he could only urge to march faster and hold the industrial zone in his hands first.

"How far is it from the industrial area?"

"10km!" The staff officer looked at the map, tapped the paper, and marked an area with his fingernail.

"There's a problem." An Lan smelled the smell of blood, but didn't know where the coldness came from.

The staff officer looked at the map and pondered for a long time. He couldn't figure out why the enemy disappeared from the world.

The entire distance is only 60 kilometers, where can we hide it?

The heavy rain hit the car windows with a loud patter.

The people in the car were very uneasy.

In this weather, if you want to take off a drone to search for enemies, it will simply cost the life of the research institute.

As for the scout team, they are scattered over 2,500 square kilometers of land. How many people will it take to find them?

Everyone in the carriage was in a bad mood, except for an outsider writer.

He is proud of his talent.

"Again..."

Before the quick word could be said, the pencil on the table flew out, leaving a shallow scratch on the window.

The seats tilted up and the lights shattered.

An Lan knocked his head on the table dully, jumping up and down.

Broken glass, splashing, dim lights broken and refracted.

The staff officer's frightened face was filled with blood.

Writer...emm, he slipped from his chair and got under An Lan's map table.

boom!

The train shook, twisted and derailed one after another.

Crunch~

Sparks flying on the rails.

The sharp and harsh sound tore through the night sky.

The carriage that passed sideways spun out.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

...

Sounds came one after another.

The writer poked his head out of the map and looked around confusedly.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

There are many big men on his body, and he doesn't know whether to live or die.

The telegraph operator was sat on his butt by the writer, whining and moaning from below.

"Sorry." The writer wanted to stand up, but unfortunately his thin arms and legs could not push the big men on him.

"Hmm~"

Da da da~

In the darkness, the Czech light machine gun let out a ghostly roar.

The war has begun.

"Kaka!"

"Kaka!"

...

The merchant army let out a hellish whisper, and the soldiers, who were brave and fearless of death, rushed forward quickly.

In the dark night, it was impossible to see how many enemies there were.

I can only feel a lot.

The butt of the gun in the soldier's hand trembled.

"Don't panic!"

"Build a defense line!"

"Hold them off and give the brothers in the train some time!"

sentence!

Flares were launched into the sky, and dense crowds of figures stood upright from the withered grass, wearing single clothes and holding long guns.

Their bodies were curled up, and their eyes were filled with death stares.

Like a mad dog, lock onto your targets and gnaw them to pieces.

"cast!"

Two hundred paces away, start running and throw.

"put!"

A rain of arrows covered the sky and fell.

At such a close distance, in an instant, the sound of flesh squeaking on the railway could be heard one after another.

They were like ghosts, carrying crude weapons and laying on the ground.

It would be necessary to flood the entire train with a sea of ​​people.

"Fire!"

The light machine gunner lay on the ground, pressing the butt of the gun with his body, and the muzzle began to spray bright flames.

Da da da~

The soldiers fired bullets from the barrel of their guns frantically.

The soldiers who were still conscious in the car climbed out from under the car and shot at the soldiers on the bed.

In front of the machine guns, they fell in pieces like wheat.

But a machine gun couldn't stop this group.

The empty areas were filled in immediately.

The machine gunner looked at the splattered blood and the severed limbs that shattered in the air, feeling terrified.

He never thought that human life could be so cheap.

In just a few minutes, he fired two magazines and took the lives of at least a dozen people.

“There are too many people and I can’t stand it anymore!”

"Where's the headquarters?"