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Chapter 665: Night Raid, Night Raid Again

"What? They used flag signals to request artillery support?" On the east bank of the Nujiang River, in the command center, Yu Xiaoqing was a little surprised when he heard Zhang Lixian's report.

"No!" Yu Xiaoqing refused without thinking. He just fought a battle with the Japanese and they wanted artillery support. Now the ammunition is limited. For the sake of river defense, he can't indulge them.

Zhang Lixian said: "They said that the main force of the Japanese army has arrived one after another. If they delay any longer, they will only be eaten away by the Japanese army step by step. Their ammunition and other supplies are also very limited, so they plan to abandon their positions at nine o'clock tonight, take the initiative to attack, fight to the death, and attack the Japanese camp at night."

Yu Xiaoqing was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Lixian: "Are they planning to take the initiative to attack?"

Zhang Lixian said: "That's what they said in the flag signal."

Yu Xiaoqing's brows immediately frowned: "Take the initiative to attack?"

"The main force of the Japanese army is continuously sending reinforcements to Nantianmen. If they just defend blindly, they will only end up dead. The only way to survive is to take the initiative and fight to the death."

Yu Xiaoqing was a military genius. When he was eighteen years old, he led two hundred militiamen to defeat three hundred bandits. His subsequent resume further demonstrated how strong this guy was. At least in the national army, he was a rare general who could fight, and fight tough battles.

Yu Xiaoqing naturally guessed the intentions of Wang Zhong and others: "It seems that Wang Zhong is still quite capable."

"Commander, what about us?" Zhang Lixian asked.

Yu Xiaoqing hesitated for a moment and said, "Reply to them that the river defense is critical and the ammunition is limited, so we can only fire half the base number."

Zhang Lixian immediately stood at attention and saluted: "I will reply to them right away."

As night fell, the defeated soldiers did not wait for the third attack of the Japanese army.

In the trenches, the defeated soldiers just lay on the ground, eating canned food and biscuits provided by the British and drinking the clear spring water in the bottles.

Long Wenjian called together all the officers who were still wearing their uniforms among the defeated soldiers, as well as Wang Zhong and his old brothers who had eaten pork stewed with vermicelli in the same pot when they were in Zenda.

"Veterinarian, how is the injured?" Long Wenjian looked at Veterinarian Hao who was carrying a medicine box next to him.

Veterinarian Hao said: "The seriously injured have all been sent across the river, and the lightly injured have almost been dealt with."

Long Wenjian nodded, then turned to the crowd and said, "The Japanese army is continuously sending reinforcements to Nantianmen. Captain Wang and I have discussed this repeatedly. We think that defending Nantianmen is just a desperate struggle. In the end, we will still be eaten away by the Japanese army bit by bit."

"The Japanese army will definitely not sit idly by and watch us cross the river."

Wang Zhong added: "If the Japanese knew we were crossing the river, they would bite us to death at all costs and drag us to death by the river."

"By then, we won't have the geographical advantage and will just be sitting ducks for the Japanese."

"Captain Wang is right!" Long Wenjian said immediately, "So Captain Wang and I discussed it over and over for a long time, and only just now did we think of a way out."

"What's the way out?"

"At this point, what other way out is there except to fight the Japanese to the death!" Meng Fanle said with a look of disdain.

Wang Zhong took out a folded map from his bosom, spread it out on the ground, held up a branch, pointed at the map and said, "This is Nantianmen, this is Nujiang River. The only bridge has been blown up, so we can't cross the river, unless you are willing to be a living target for the Japanese to practice their marksmanship."

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent, especially the few people who wanted to Ma. When they were blocked by the Japanese army in that pocket-shaped river valley, they felt extremely aggrieved. There were dozens of them, but the Japanese army only had less than ten people and a heavy machine gun, and they were blocked in the valley and treated them like prey to be toyed with.

"Then what other options do we have now?" Commander Ayi was the first to become restless.

Meng looked at Ayi in annoyance and was about to make a few teasing remarks, but was caught by a sharp look. He opened his mouth but did not say anything in the end.

Wang Zhong said, "The Japanese must think that we only have three options left: either force our way across the river, defend Nantianmen to the death, or surrender to them."

"But we still have a fourth way."

Wang Zhong pointed to a mountain behind their Nantian Gate and said, "Let's break out from here, along the way we came. Before the main force of the Japanese army arrives, before they surround us tightly, break out of their encirclement."

"Myanmar?" Hearing Wang Zhong's words, everyone had different expressions. Some were shocked, some were suspicious, some were happy, some were frightened, and some even shook their heads.

Wang Zhong said: "You can't think of it, and the Japanese certainly can't think of it either, but we want them not to think of it. They think we are building fortifications on the mountain to defend Nantianmen and fight them to the death, but we are not what they want."

"We are inferior to the Japanese in numbers and strength. Unless we take them by surprise and catch them off guard, we won't be able to hold out for a few days even with our bravery."

Wang Zhong said: "If we save the people but lose the land, both the people and the land will be saved. If we save the land but lose the people, then both the people and the land will be lost! Even if we all die at this Nantianmen, we can't defend it. Besides, even if we defend Nantianmen, it will be meaningless, not to mention that we can't defend it at all."

Wang Zhong simply broke the truth down bit by bit and fed it to this group of people. If this battle was not going to be easy, he and Long Wenjian would not have to work so hard to convince everyone and could have just given the order.

It is precisely because of this battle that we must all work together and not have any disagreements in order to succeed.

Wang Zhong then told them the example of the Red Army's Four Crossings of the Chishui River. This battle, which was personally commanded by the instructor, was comparable to any classic large-scale battle in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad.

Especially for them now, its reference value far exceeds that of other battles.

“Should we stay at the Nantian Gate and wait for death, or take the risk of breaking out and trying to have a chance of survival? The decision is entirely up to you!” Wang Zhong gave the choice to everyone.

Long Wenjian spoke up at the right time: "Why stay at Nantianmen and wait for death when you can survive!"

"Done!"

As soon as Long Wenjian opened his mouth, those defeated soldiers who had been conquered by his charm in just a few days and became his die-hard fans also expressed their opinions and agreed with gritted teeth that they wanted to follow Long Wenjian.

In the end, only Meng Fan and his group of defeated soldiers who had followed Long Wenjian and Wang Zhong at the beginning had not expressed their stance.

Everyone's eyes fell on them.

"It all depends on what we do. I have only one life left, so I'll go wherever Boss Wang goes!" Bu La Hun said calmly.

"I'll follow Lazi!" Yao Ma also expressed his opinion.

Next came Doubing: "I want Ma Ge too."

When at the shelter, Doubing always followed Yaoma and received Yaoma's care.

"Why are you all looking at me!" All eyes were focused on Milong, who was wearing dogtail grass and his eyes flickered: "My wife and children have gone across the river. I don't want to die here. I want to go back!"

Then the veterinarian and the snake buttocks expressed their opinions, and finally only Meng Fan was left, and all eyes were on him. "Why are you looking at me? You all have agreed, can my elbow still bend over your thigh?" Seeing that Meng Fanle, the most difficult one, had no objection.

Long Wenjian made the final decision and decided on a plan to break out, and then quickly determined the route and manpower allocation with Wang Zhong.

Half an hour later, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Long Wenjian looked at his watch and said, "Each of you go back and take care of your own people. Rest for forty minutes. After forty minutes, Captain Wang will lead the commando team to launch the first attack. Captain Lin will lead the Third Battalion to attack from the front. The rest of you will follow me to attack from the flank."

This plan was discussed by Wang Zhong and Long Wenjian long ago, and the corresponding division of manpower had also been announced to everyone just now.

"Okay, okay, everyone, hurry down and conserve your energy, because we will have a tough battle to fight soon!" Long Wenjian clapped his hands and asked everyone to leave.

The night was getting darker.

Forty minutes seemed like a century. At 8:41, Wang Zhong started to move, followed by Bula, Yaoma, Milong and other members of the assault team. Under the cover of night, they quietly moved towards the Japanese camp in the jungle, sticking to the mountains.

Long Wenjian and A Yi also began to mobilize their men at the same time.

Long Wenjian led his loyal followers into the forest on the other side, while Ayi led all the remaining men of the Third Battalion, fully armed and gathered behind the front trench. In the faint moonlight, they stared at the hands of the watch on their wrists, and with every turn of the hands, Ayi's heart trembled.

When the second hand returned to twelve o'clock, Ayi stood up suddenly, took out a pistol from his waist, and shouted: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he turned around and jumped out of the trench, hunched over, and groped his way down the mountain.

Outside the Japanese camp, two Japanese soldiers hid in a tree to keep watch. They were the Japanese secret sentries. The Japanese camp was just a dozen meters ahead. Time was running out and the Japanese had no time to build a watchtower. They could only use sandbags and logs to build simple fortifications and arrange them around the camp. They also arranged a large number of light and dark sentries around the camp to prevent the fleeing soldiers on the mountain from attacking the camp.

It has to be said that the Japanese army was much more cautious than the national army. Even though they had an absolute advantage, they still advanced steadily and calmly.

Unfortunately, the person they encountered was Wang Zhong who had cheated.

Wang Zhong's martial arts had already reached perfection, and his true energy was pure and powerful, like the sea and the abyss. Under the noses of the Japanese sentries, he took advantage of the cover of night and extreme speed to quietly move to the side of the big tree, identify the direction, and throw the fist-sized stone in his hand.

There were only two bangs, and before they could even scream, two figures fell from the tree. A black shadow flashed over, grabbed the two Japanese soldiers with one hand, and gently placed them on the ground. Then two more figures flew out from behind the bushes, each holding a bayonet in their hands. They stepped forward and stabbed the two Japanese sentries one by one without any hesitation. In an instant, they killed them.

"Damn it, these Japs are too cautious!" Bu La wiped the bloody bayonet on the Japs' clothes and skillfully took away their guns, ammunition, and dry food.

Yao Ma next to him said with a smile: "Why else would they call them little devils? It's because they are cowardly."

"okay!"

"Say less!"

Wang Zhong scolded the two men in a low voice and continued to move forward.

Yao Ma put his hands in his mouth and chirped softly, imitating the sound of a bird.

"Cuckoo cuckoo!"

"Cuckoo cuckoo!"

Not long after, Milongshebuti and others came out of the woods.

"Damn it, it's so comfortable to follow Boss Wang!"

"We don't have to do it ourselves." Milong, holding a machine gun, had a smile on his face, and he didn't show any nervousness about the upcoming fight with the Japanese.

Nine o'clock sharp.

In the woods outside the Japanese camp, the Japanese army cut down a lot of trees around the camp. Fortunately, they had arrived not long ago and were not fully prepared, otherwise, today's battle would have been difficult to fight.

Aiming at the Japanese searchlight, Wang Zhong saw the hands on his watch reach nine o'clock, then raised his hand and fired a shot.

With a "bang", the searchlight at the edge of the Japanese camp shattered.

Without Wang Zhong's call, Bula, Yao Ma and others had already pulled the fuses of the prepared grenades. After a few seconds of silence, they all threw the grenades towards the Japanese camp with all their might.

"Shoot!" Wang Zhong fired the sniper rifle in his hand again, shooting down a Japanese lieutenant who had just appeared. Milong and others immediately started fighting.

In an instant, the sound of gunfire rose.

The fire caused by the grenade explosion instantly illuminated most of the Japanese camp.

The Third Battalion led by Ayi had already arrived at the designated location. When they heard the gunshots from Wang Zhong's side, they immediately led the brothers of the Third Battalion to open fire together.

Only Long Wenjian, who was in the forest on the other side, held a gun in his hand but did not shoot immediately.

At the same time, on the east bank of the Nujiang River, in the command center, listening to the gunshots coming from the opposite bank and looking at the half of the sky that kept flickering, Yu Xiaoqing felt a little relieved.

"fire!"

At Yu Xiaoqing's command, the messenger beside him waved the red flag, and the artillerymen who had already aimed at the Japanese camp loaded their shells. At the commander's order, dozens of artillery pieces fired at the same time.

In an instant, the sound of cannons shattered the silence on the east coast.

The people in Zenda City, listening to the dense gunfire, couldn't help but become worried, fearing that the Japanese army would cross the river and that Zenda City would be occupied by the Japanese army.

Some of those who are more alert have even started packing their belongings and preparing to leave Zenda and flee inland.

In an ordinary house in the east of the city, a light was dim, and next to the light sat a good-looking young girl, dressed in blue cloth, with her hair pinned up with a hairpin made of jujube wood. She had delicate eyebrows and exquisite features. Under the light, she was sewing a pair of cloth shoes stitch by stitch.

In the past few days, there were defeated soldiers and refugees coming from the other side of the river every day. She would go to find them every day to inquire about Wang Zhong's news. Wang Zhong appeared at the ferry that day, gathered the defeated soldiers, reorganized the ferry, maintained order, and took the initiative to lead people to garrison Nantianmen to resist the pursuing Japanese army and buy time for the refugees and defeated soldiers to cross the river. His name had already spread among the refugees and defeated soldiers.

Xiaozui also heard from the defeated soldiers that Wang Zhong was fighting the Japanese army on Nantianmen. While he was relieved, he couldn't help but worry about Wang Zhong's safety. After all, there is no mercy on the battlefield.

"Brother Wang! Please come back soon!"

The movements of his hands did not stop, but his thoughts drifted away.