Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 293 One person and one team (Double monthly tickets, brothers vote monthly!)
"Mr. Liu, I appreciate your kindness on behalf of the brothers in the security regiment. It's just that the big battle is imminent. Why spend so much trouble on one or several members of my security regiment, and may cause the Japanese army to retaliate with artillery fire?" Wang Gongyu said. Glaring at Zhuang Shisan whose eyes were full of gratitude, it was a habitual politeness.

"As for the brothers trapped over there, I can only blame them for their bad lives. When I, Wang Gongyu, die in battle someday, I will personally apologize to them underground."

That's the trick in the officialdom, and Commissioner Wang, who has long been familiar with it, played it unconsciously, even though he was already very willing in his heart.

Liu Yuqing glanced at the somewhat hypocritical Songjiang magistrate, feeling contempt for no reason, but she also knew that this was the current officialdom ecology.

Sitting in Wanggongyu's current position, he was also a fifth-rank official in ancient times, and he was regarded as a local official. He had to look forward and back and think twice about everything he did, far from being straightforward like in the army.

However, in the current national crisis, the army has become the most important force in the resistance against Japan, but it really cannot rely solely on the army. It has to rely on these local officials for a series of matters such as raising food and salaries, conscription, etc., such as the current Songjiang City. If it weren't for this local official If we try our best to help, I'm afraid we really can't have such a strong defense system now.

Soon, the lieutenant general released his unhappiness and shook his head slightly: "Commander Wang, you are wrong!"

Facing the astonished expressions of the two, Liu Yuqing looked at the back of her security squad leader running away, and said: "I am trying to save not only the soldiers of your security regiment under Commander Wang, but all those who dare Paozawa, who fought against the Japanese, if he could abandon his comrades at will because of the consideration of casualties on the battlefield, then who would dare to fight side by side with you in the future?

With regard to the performance of the security team last night and this morning, we must save those brothers who are still fighting the Japanese invaders at all costs. "

"Thank you, Master Liu." With tears in his eyes, Wang Gongyu, who has always behaved elegantly and maintained his demeanor, took the initiative to hold Liu Yuqing's hand and shook it again and again, "With your words, Master Liu, my Songjiang security team This time it was not in vain, but in the future the 43rd Army will ask for something, and I, the Songjiang Security Corps, no, it is Songjiang who will help."

Up to this moment, for the first time, this old fritter, who has been in the officialdom for a long time, let go of the reserve of Songjiang's chief executive and spoke the truth.

His thanks were not only because Liu Yuqing wanted to save his soldiers, but because the commander of the Sichuan Army recognized his security team's achievements in this battlefield.

Even Zhuang Shisan, the second-rate security battalion commander, was in tears at the moment. For this security army who had devoted himself to the battle, being recognized by the lieutenant general and division commander of the regular army was the greatest compliment.

Far more important rewards than the discovery of the ocean and the promotion of military ranks.

Some people say that the army is a melting pot, but in fact, the battlefield is the best forge.

Only after experiencing the battlefield will you know the meaning of risking your life to protect the position. When the robe keeps moving away from you, all you have to do is to replace him and stand in his position.

He is dead, you are alive, then continue to live for him, until one day we meet again somewhere.

Zhuang Shisan is such a commander tempered by the flames of war.

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Of course, the Japanese who were still besieging the pagoda didn't know that they were actually noticed by a Chinese army lieutenant general, and eight 8mm mortars were notified by the Xicheng Command, and their muzzles had already been aimed at this place.

According to the order, two artillery observers were already calculating the coordinates, and the center of the coordinates was Xilin Temple.

Compared with the small and almost insignificant battlefield like Xilin Temple, the battlefield in Cangcheng has really entered a fever.

This time, Kunizaki really planned to turn his Kunisaki detachment into a hammer to smash the iron nail thrown by the Chinese on the front line of Cangcheng.

The use of 16 mountain cannons of his own Guoqi detachment is not counted, and he asked the 114th Division for help, asking him to use 12 105 howitzers to bombard Cangcheng.

Just for artillery preparation, 28 large and small caliber artillery threw more than 500 shells at the small Cangcheng.

When the infantry battle began, four 4 tanks and three 89 armored vehicles were used, which was almost half of the armored vehicle squadron that came to Jiangnan with the Guoqi detachment.

In other words, regardless of the fact that the infantry only used one and a half infantry brigades, the Kunisaki detachment invested almost everything it could, whether it was artillery or armor.

This is not counting.

The most frenzied thing is that Kunisaki once again adopted the almost suicidal infantry coordination at a distance of 100 meters.

The artillery fire almost brushed the hair of the Japanese infantry and exploded on the Cangcheng position.

The city walls of Cangcheng, which used to be five meters high, have been lowered by half a meter as a whole. The gaps are not in one place, two places, three places, but like a dam that has burst. The Japanese infantry who were swept into the sky by their own artillery fire seemed to be able to break into the city with just one stride.

Moreover, the Japanese army attacked Cangcheng from three sides.

However, on the Chinese position, where it was almost impossible for anyone to survive after rounds of artillery fire, bullets continued to be fired.

Pieces of Japanese troops fell in front of the city wall, and perhaps a few Japanese troops entered the city wall through the gap, but soon, when their foothold was not stable, the inverted triangle composed of light machine guns and submachine guns set up inside the city wall The ambush formation killed the Japanese army with only light weapons around the gap.

They had no way of tearing a hole as they imagined and then advancing in depth, finally dividing the Chinese defenders in the city and annihilating them one by one.

The most typical Japanese army tactics, the center attracts the two wings to outflank and break through, and sends a small force to cut off the enemy's back and wait for the opportunity to kill the important figures of the enemy.

But even this primitive version of sports tactics is powerful enough, especially when it also has terrible artillery support.

Although the first-line city wall of Cangcheng is still in the hands of the Chinese defenders, it is already crumbling.

China and Japan are like two wrestlers fighting in a quagmire. Both sides are already bruised and exhausted, but both sides are still trying their best to hold on. It depends on whoever vents the breath first, and whoever will be pressed to death by the opponent in the mud kill.

Under the Japanese army's brutal tactics, all the tactics that flashed in Tang Dao's mind were invalid, which reminded him of a battle that broke out on the northern ice sheet in the next ten years.

The head of the regiment, surnamed Fan, led a light infantry regiment and ran for more than 100 miles a day on the bare mountains to block the American cowboys of several divisions armed to the teeth.

They don't have fortifications like Cangcheng, and they are facing more artillery and tanks than they are now. How can they hold their positions?
The American cowboys, like the current Japanese, rushed upwards with their own gunfire, and the guard posts didn't work, so they used turns to fight.

What is a rotation station?That is, one row goes up to the first line, and if the row is exhausted, then change to another row and go up again.

To put it bluntly, this is called taking turns to die.

Tang Dao was forced to use this extremely cruel tactic.

Because, in this kind of battlefield where both sides must fight to the death, there is only one so-called tactic, and it depends on who dares to die more.

An infantry platoon of more than 30 people was wiped out in almost 10 minutes.

Those who can be carried off by the stretcher and still have breath are the luckiest.

Qian Dazhu, the young deputy squad leader, did not cry this time.

Because he didn't have time to cry.

On the position belonging to his infantry platoon, the gunfire never stopped.

He's been running, he's been shooting.

On each battle position, there is a gun, machine gun, rifle, and shell gun, and the cover of the grenade is unscrewed so that he can pull the string and throw it out.

The ferocious artillery fire of the Japanese army blocked the platoon of infantry who came to replace them for 1 minutes. Even the battalion commander Liu Zhenshan, who personally led the team to the front line with bandages on his head, had already prepared all the bayonet handles and must have entered the fortification of the city wall. The Japanese army rushed back to prepare.

However, when they rushed into the position, what they saw was such a scene.

The soldiers could not help but stay.

A soldier was running in the trench, pounced on the battle position, fired, and then continued to run, before the grenade from the Japanese grenade came flying.

This is why the gunfire on the front line has never stopped.

But the Japanese army was suppressed 30 meters in front of the position by this person.

In the trenches, there are corpses everywhere, perhaps because of the shelling, there is no red, only black.

It was blood, it was military uniform.

Sensing that the reinforcements had finally rushed up, the young deputy squad leader turned his head once in his busy schedule, only the whites of his eyes were white on his face blackened by gunpowder smoke.

Seeing the reinforcements coming up, the young deputy squad leader grinned hard.

He wanted to laugh, but it was more like crying.

The young private first class didn't cry, but his battalion commander wept first.

This is, the whole row is full of ink!

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