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Chapter 662: Prepare for War! The Japs Are Here

"This commander is a little different from other commanders." Shangguan Jieci suddenly said as he looked at Wang Zhong's departing back.

“It’s indeed different!” Milong nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on Wang Zhong, watching him gradually disappear into the mountains and forests.

"We met him before in the woods. He was the one who told me that you were behind and asked me to wait for you to come and ask for your help." Shangguan Jieci said again.

"Really?" Milong was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that his newly-married wife had met Wang Zhong before.

"Yes!" Shangguan Jieci said, "At that time he said he had urgent military duties to attend to, so he left us some food and water and then left."

Milong said: "He didn't lie to you."

"Let me tell you, if it weren't for him, we would have been killed by the Japanese."

"If we have the chance, we must thank them." Shangguan Jieci said seriously.

"I have already sold my life to him!" Mi Long said, "What you and my son need to do now is to cross the river quickly and go to Zenda to wait for me to come back and find you."

The butterfly's wings had already flapped. Milong had undergone some subtle changes compared to the same moment in the original novel, perhaps even he himself did not notice.

Shangguan Jieci looked at Milong with burning eyes, seeing the determination and reluctance in his eyes, Shangguan Jieci said: "Baoer and I will wait for you in Zenda."

"Don't worry, your husband is lucky and won't die."

"Let's go, I'll take you down first."

As he said this, Milong picked up Lei Baoer, took Shangguan Jieci's hand, went down the Nantian Gate, and headed towards the ferry.

At the ferry, Xu Dabiao and a squad of soldiers were maintaining order and organizing the refugees to board the boats and cross the river in an orderly manner. Two soldiers were also on the raft, one in front and one behind, responsible for pulling the bamboo raft from the opposite bank back to Nantianmen.

The refugees who landed on the other side of the river could not leave immediately. Instead, they were guarded by soldiers and sent to designated locations for interrogation and identity verification. At least in the short term, they had no freedom. The purpose was naturally to avoid spies from infiltrating the Japanese army.

On the South Gate of Heaven.

With the more than a thousand people brought by Long Wenjian, the speed of building fortifications suddenly increased as if the fast-forward button was pressed. The defeated soldiers knew very well that the Japanese were not far behind them and might attack at any time. The trenches and fortifications were the key to their lives. Only by repelling the Japanese could they return to Zenda.

There were more than a thousand people, and not one was lazy. They all put in their best efforts. Those who didn't have tools used helmets, bayonets, and hands to dig. With everyone's best efforts to cooperate, in less than an hour, the criss-crossing defensive fortifications on the back slope of the mountain top gradually took shape.

Although it was crude, it at least provided these defeated soldiers with a shelter, and could protect other vital parts of their bodies to the greatest extent when fighting with the Japanese army.

Yu Xiaoqing on the other side of the river was also keeping an eye on the movements on the Nantianmen through a tactical telescope. He saw the ragged defeated soldiers struggling to dig fortifications and carry weapons and ammunition, as if they were fighting a desperate battle with the Japanese army.

Even Yu Xiaoqing couldn't help but feel complicated.

Although the words Wang Zhong said in the command center just now were a bit harsh, they were all from the heart. Although Yu Xiaoqing was conceited and arrogant, he was not a foolish person who would not listen to good advice. It was just that Wang Zhong's words were too blunt and too direct. Not only did he reveal Yu Xiaoqing's scar, he also pressed his fingers directly into the wound.

Yu Xiaoqing is not a saint, so how could he not have emotions?

"Master!" Behind Yu Xiaoqing, Zhang Lixian looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Just say whatever you want to say!" Yu Xiaoqing said without turning his head.

"Actually, I think what Wang Zhong said makes sense."

"Our artillery shells are indeed scarce, but if we can occasionally hit a few of them when they are fighting the Japanese, we can indeed reduce the Japanese army's manpower and allow them to hold out on Nantianmen a little longer."

"As long as they are not wiped out by the Japanese army, the Japanese army will never reach Nujiang River."

Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang were all Yu Xiaoqing's die-hard fans and close confidants who were highly regarded by Yu Xiaoqing. Yu Xiaoqing treated them like his own sons and nephews. In their eyes, Yu Xiaoqing was more than just a superior.

Although Zhang Lixian and his companions each had their own shortcomings, they were all passionate young people who had a strong desire to serve their country and were willing to sacrifice their lives to fight against the Japanese invaders.

Even Zhang Lixian knew such a simple truth, so how could Yu Xiaoqing not know it?

"If they really fight to the death with the Japanese army at Nantianmen, a little artillery fire can certainly provide support."

Yu Xiaoqing naturally relaxed a little when talking to Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang, and his true thoughts were revealed.

Yu Xiaoqing observed the movements on the Nantianmen through a tactical telescope, watching the cannon fodder digging and building defensive fortifications bit by bit like ants.

"Master!" Zhang Lixian was immediately a little excited, his eyes flickering, and he asked hurriedly: "Then why did you reject Wang Zhong before?"

Yu Xiaoqing said: "If I hadn't rejected him, how could he have made up his mind to lead those defeated soldiers on the other side to fight the Japanese army to the death at Nantianmen."

"If they simply want to deceive my artillery fire and cover their retreat, then wouldn't our artillery shells be wasted?"

Zhang Lixian was stunned, obviously not expecting Yu Xiaoqing to answer like this.

Yu Xiaoqing did not turn around, still looking at Nantianmen through the telescope: "You are still too young."

"There are more than a thousand people, nearly a regiment. The Japanese must be following closely behind them, just waiting for an opportunity.

If they force their way across the river, they will only expose their backs to the guns of the Japanese army. If you were the commander of the Japanese army, would you miss this opportunity?"

"Of course not!" Seeing Yu Xiaoqing turning his head to ask him, Zhang Lixian immediately stood at attention and answered, with his head held high and chest puffed out, with an upright military posture.

"We don't have many shells, and at most we can only support a small number of them. Even if we fire all of them, we won't be able to buy them time to cross the river."

Yu Xiaoqing said: "So their best and only choice now is to fight the Japanese invaders at Nantianmen and fight to the death. This will not only consume the Japanese invaders' manpower, but also relieve the pressure on the river defense!"

"After the battle, I can report to my superiors and ask for credit for them."

"From the northeast to Yunnan, they fought, lost, and fled all the way. This result may be the best choice for them."

Zhang Lixian seemed to be thinking about something, and at the same time he felt very regretful for being entangled in Wang Zhong's words, which caused his admiration for the master to waver a little.

I couldn't help but sigh quietly in my heart: The Master is worthy of being the Master, his thoughts are more profound than ours.

Yu Xiaoqing turned his head and looked at Zhang Lixian and the others and said, "Remember, we are soldiers. To die on the battlefield is our destiny. If one day in the future, we need to sacrifice ourselves and fight a desperate battle with the Japanese army, I, Yu Xiaoqing, will be the first to rush in."

When Zhang Lixian and others heard the words, they felt deafening, their hearts were pounding, their blood was boiling, and their expressions were extremely solemn. The admiration in their eyes was almost overflowing from their eye sockets.

"Have someone keep an eye on the South Heaven Gate at all times. Report immediately if there is any news!"

"Yes!" As the chief commander of the Jiang Defense and the commander of the Yu Division, Yu Xiaoqing has a lot of things waiting for him to deal with every day. It is impossible for him to spend all his time observing the excavation of the positions on the other side of the river.

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Behind Nantianmen, in the woods near the foot of the mountain, Wang Zhong looked through the gaps in the woods and saw the Japanese troops rushing towards Nantianmen dozens of meters away. Without any hesitation, he stood behind the tree, raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and fired a shot.

Dozens of meters away, in the front line of the Japanese army, a gunshot was heard, and with a "bang", the helmet of the leading Japanese soldier was pierced and the bullet poured into his head. If it weren't for the helmet blocking it, my fear is that even his brains would have popped out.

"Enemy attack!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted loudly and lay down to find cover as soon as possible.

But Wang Zhong's shooting speed was so fast that he fired two shots in a flash, killing two more Japanese soldiers, and then quickly retreated, using the terrain in the forest to hide himself and quickly move his position.

After three gunshots, the gunfire stopped abruptly. A brave Japanese soldier quietly raised his head and looked in the direction where the gunshots came from. Before he could see clearly, another gunshot was heard and a bullet pierced his helmet, taking his life directly.

The gunshots came from another direction.

"over there!"

Wang Zhong's gunshots also exposed his position. The Japanese commander quickly divided his troops into two teams and quietly went around to the flank, preparing to encircle Wang Zhong.

Three more shots knocked down three cabinets, and Wang Zhong changed positions again.

What she had to do now was not to kill as many Japanese troops as possible, but to fire a shot to warn the fleeing soldiers on the mountain, and at the same time delay this team of Japanese troops so that Long Wenjian and the fleeing soldiers on the mountain could make preparations.

At the same time, at the Nantianmen Gate, the sudden sound of gunfire stunned the cannon fodder who were digging trenches, and their hands froze in unison.

"The devils are coming!"

"quick!"

"Ready to fight!"

Long Wenjian shouted loudly while hiding behind the trench.

"Hurry up!"

The veterans took the lead, and the new recruits followed. They dropped the engineering shovels and hoes in their hands, quickly pulled the bolts, set up their guns, and aimed at the hillside.

Milong, Cui Yong and others also quickly entered the designated positions and set up light and heavy machine guns.

The defeated soldiers had just poured into the trenches when gunfire was heard again from the bottom of the mountain.

There were still some refugees at the ferry. When they heard the gunshots, they panicked. But before they could start to make a scene, Xu Dabiao stood up and fired a shot into the air, shocking everyone.

"Everyone line up for me. We have a team on the mountain, so the Japanese can't get through. Anyone who pushes and shoves will be put at the back of the line."

There are now two more rafts at the ferry and two more hemp ropes connecting the two banks. They were all hastily made by Long Wenjian's men in preparation for the evacuation.

Three ropes and three bamboo rafts made the crossing several times faster than before. However, the river was more than a hundred meters wide and crossing the river depended entirely on human power, so the round trip could not be fast.

Fortunately, many refugees had already passed, and although the remaining ones were panicked, they felt at ease when they remembered that there were still troops guarding the mountain.

On the Nantianmen, Wang Zhong, who had delayed the Japanese for more than ten minutes, made a big detour before returning to the position. When Long Wenjian saw him, he hurriedly asked about the Japanese military strength.

"At least one squadron." Wang Zhong said solemnly, "And the Japs' reinforcements are still pouring in."

"Damn it!" Long Wenjian couldn't help but curse inwardly, "It came too fast!"

Wang Zhong said, "Tell the brothers to prepare their gas masks. Those who don't have gas masks should be ready to withdraw from the trenches at any time."

"Gas mask?" Long Wenjian was stunned, and then asked in surprise: "Poison gas bomb?"

Wang Zhong said: "The Japanese's tactics of coordinating infantry and artillery are not uncommon. With so many of us, we may not be unable to stop them. We are just afraid that when the Japanese see that they cannot capture our positions, they will resort to shady tactics in secret."

Long Wenjian nodded seriously and said, "You are right. The Japanese are cunning and will do anything to get what they want. We must be on guard."

"I have already negotiated with Yu Xiaoqing for artillery support, but from what I know about Yu Xiaoqing, he is a man who won't release his eagle until he sees the rabbit. He will only give us artillery support if he sees that we are truly determined to fight the Japanese army to the death."

Long Wenjian did not respond. Regardless of whether they had Yu Xiaoqing's artillery support or not, the battle between them and the Japanese at Nantianmen was inevitable.

"This battle must be fought!" Long Wenjian was unexpectedly calm, holding the Lee Enfield rifle and staring at the slope below with burning eyes.

A few minutes later, several Japanese soldiers appeared and disappeared. Long Wenjian had already given the orders. He did not fire a shot, and no one was allowed to take action first.

After waiting for another two minutes, more and more Japanese troops came into their sight, especially those in the lead, who were only more than 30 meters away from the front line.

Long Wenjian aimed his gun at a Japanese soldier's head and pulled the trigger!
With a bang of gunfire, the leading Japanese soldier's helmet was pierced and blood spurted out.

"beat!"

Meng Fanle had been staring at Long Wenjian. When he saw him firing the gun, he immediately let out a hysterical shout, then quickly aimed and fired!
Unfortunately, he fired too hastily and missed. Before he could aim again, the Japanese soldier was shot in the head and fell to the ground like a corpse.

"kill!"

Milong led his light machine gun team, and the Henan man Cui Yong drove the Maxim rifle, firing countless bullets in a single breath.

The twenty or so Japanese soldiers walking in the front were shot and fell to the ground one after another like wheat being cut.

Wang Zhong and Bula each led a few veteran soldiers with accurate marksmanship, hiding on the high ground on the flanks, each looking for their own targets.

Unfortunately, there was no concave pocket terrain on the Nantianmen, and they couldn't drive the Japanese army into the pocket.

Wang Zhong emptied the chamber of a gun again, without missing a single shot, and killed six Japanese soldiers. Bula killed two, and the rest also had their own battle records.

In less than five minutes, the Japanese army withdrew from Nantianmen, leaving behind nearly a squad of corpses.

Less than a minute after the Japanese troops withdrew from sight, the gunfire had already stopped, but a series of dull noises reached the ears of Wang Zhong, who had been paying attention to the east wing of the Japanese troops.

Wang Zhong just heard the sound, and more than a dozen shells weighing one pound flew into the air from behind the woods at the foot of the mountain.

"Lie down!"

"Avoid the cannon!"