Today is May 20, 1941, the day after the Japanese army encircled the country.
The ferocity of the Japanese offensive really exceeded everyone's expectations.
According to the expectations of Gao Hongming and the others, after being ravaged by the Liantai Flying Group before, the Japanese army, which had lost most of their artillery, would take a breather and rest for a few days even if they arrived, and replenish ammunition and artillery before launching an attack.
But what everyone didn't expect was that the Japanese army launched an offensive against them as soon as they arrived, regardless of the fact that they were new and exhausted.
This time the Japanese army did not play any tricks. The 31st Division and the 37th Division directly merged into one place. Tens of thousands of troops surrounded Guojialing. The 33rd Division and the 36th Division were separated.
They launched an attack on Yangping Town and Gaojiazhuang. This abnormal move really caught Gao Hongming and others off guard.
"Woo..."
Hearing the roar of artillery shells, Wang Quanming, commander of the 1st Battalion of the 34th Regiment of the 12th Division of the National Army, who was leaping forward in the hail of bullets, was pushed to the ground by the guard next to him. After the explosion, Wang Quanming, who was knocked down, saw the guard's left arm.
A section was missing, and blood kept gushing out.
"Hygiene! Hygiene..." Wang Quanming, who took out the tourniquet from the first aid kit, tied the staff officer's severed arm tightly while shouting to the health worker.
He stopped just as he finished speaking, because in a trench not far away lay a corpse wearing a blue-gray military uniform, with the health corps logo clearly tied on the sleeve.
"Ah! Sir, please be gentle!" With a strong force on his hand, the staff officer let out a scream.
"I'm sorry brother..." Wang Quanming quickly apologized to his comrades who saved his life.
Then he said to another guard who was surrounding him: "Send Xiao Li down immediately and find a way to send him to the field hospital in Yangping Town for treatment.
"Sir, what will you do when we are gone?" the guard asked.
Wang Quanming scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? You can't fight without a battalion? I'm just a major and battalion commander, not a military commander. I'm not that delicate."
After the two guards left, Wang Quanming found a platoon leader, pointed to a fire point in front and said: "Take a few people, take a detour to the left, and then rush over. Do you understand? Kill those Japanese soldiers for me."
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The second lieutenant crouched and looked in the direction pointed by Wang Quanming, and then looked around. He found that there were very few comrades still alive on this position, and the Japanese firepower in front was still firing desperately.
"Then... what should you do, sir?" the platoon leader asked worriedly, looking at Wang Quanming, whose head was scratched by shrapnel and still bleeding.
"I'm fine. I'm here to cover you with my submachine gun. I don't have to worry about much else." Wang Quanming wiped the blood on his forehead and said nonchalantly.
Seeing that the platoon leader was still hesitant, Wang Quanming said sternly: "I order you to attack immediately!"
"yes!"
Watching the platoon leader and several soldiers start to move forward, Wang Quan took out a pack of shriveled cigarette boxes from his pocket, lit the last cigarette and took a few puffs, and then replaced the MP40 submachine gun in his hand.
Got a magazine.
He looked at the submachine gun in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. This thing is a good thing. It was sent by the senior officer of the Tianliantai Militia Group a few days ago.
The gun was a good gun, with a fast rate of fire, low recoil, and strong firepower. Even though the number was a little small, they only sent less than a hundred of them to the entire division.
After taking two more puffs of cigarette, Wang Quanming saw that his comrades had reached less than a hundred meters away from the Japanese army's firepower point. Then he threw away the half-remaining cigarette with some reluctance, raised his submachine gun and fired at the Japanese army.
The trigger was pulled...
Yangping Town Provisional Joint Command
The atmosphere here changed from the usual leisurely atmosphere to become extremely tense. Dozens of staff officers were busy with their own affairs with nervous expressions on their faces.
"What... the position is lost, what do you do for food? Cun Xingqi, I tell you... whoever loses the position is the one who will take it back. If anyone dares to abandon the position without authorization, don't blame me for not being a brother.
feelings!"
After scolding each other, Tang Huaiyuan angrily dropped the phone and sat down at a table nearby.
Not far away, Brigadier Chen also came over just after making a phone call.
Looking at the two unhappy-looking people, who were meditating on the map, Gao Hongming smiled and took out a cigarette and handed it to them, "Two officers, don't get too angry. In a war, there is a winner and a loser. If today
If you lose your place, you can just get it back tomorrow."
"That's what I said, but who can care less when things come to a head?" Tang Huaiyuan shook his head helplessly, took the cigarette and grabbed the lighter on the table, first lit it for Brigadier Chen, then lit it for himself, and finally
He was about to put the lighter into his pocket.
Before he could put it down, Gao Hongming said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Tang, don't go too far. Count it yourself...how many lighters have you bought from me these days?"
Tang Huaiyuan smiled awkwardly, put the turkey in his pocket back on the table, and laughed: "Oh... this guy has a bad memory when he gets older. He always thinks it is his own lighter. It's funny... it's funny.
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Brigadier Chen chuckled: "Commander Tang, I don't think you have a bad memory. According to Brother Gao, it's selective amnesia. Otherwise, you can put your own affairs on the table and try it. I can guarantee it."
You remember it better than anyone else!"
"Hahaha..." All three people laughed, and the originally tense atmosphere relaxed.
Tang Huaiyuan took a deep breath of cigarette, "Just now Cun Xingqi reported to me that the Japanese offensive has become more fierce. Today's offensive is from the Japanese's 31st Division. At the beginning, two regiments were deployed, one against 34
, the 35th Regiment launched a fierce attack, and the casualties of these two regiments reached one battalion in just one morning. If this continues, the 12th Division will not last long. I plan to ask Li Shilong's 7th Division to go up and replace the 12th Division for a few days. You guys
What do you think?"
Gao Hongming and Brigadier Chen pondered. Counting from the time when the three parties joined forces, the 12th Division led by Cun Xingqi had persisted in Guojialing for ten days. In addition, since the battle of Zhongtiao Mountain, the 12th Division had been fighting continuously.
For more than half a month.
Whether it was the previous battle or the encirclement faced by the Thirty-first and Thirty-seventh Divisions in the past two days, the Twelfth Division performed admirably.
But because they have been fighting for so long, all the officers and soldiers of the 12th Division are actually exhausted, and the casualties of the entire division's officers and soldiers have reached one-third, so it is time to take a rest.
Gao Hongming nodded slowly: "I think it's okay. Commander Cun and the brothers of the Twelfth Division have been working too hard these days. It's time for them to withdraw and rest for a few days. But what I'm worried about is that even if the Seventh Division is transferred up,
How long can he hold out against the attack of two Japanese divisions?"