It wasn't until the jade was worn around his neck that he discovered that it was a jade Guanyin Buddha statue. This jade Guanyin Buddha statue was very delicately carved. Although it was only as big as a thumb, even the eyebrow texture of the Guanyin statue was clearly visible. You could tell at a glance.
It is the handiwork of a famous artist and must be extremely valuable.
After calling the donkey, he felt a little panicked and said: "Tingting, this Buddha statue..."
Tingting stretched out her little hand and gently covered the donkey's mouth, then pulled the donkey aside and whispered: "My mother asked for this Guanyin Buddha statue from the eminent monk of Yunyin Temple when I was three years old, because I was often sick when I was a child.
, my mother was afraid that she would not be able to support me, so she asked for such an amulet for me, and it turned out to be really effective. After wearing this jade Guanyin Buddha statue, I never got sick again. Now I give you this jade Guanyin Buddha statue.
, she will also protect you."
The donkey murmured twice, trying to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Tingting stared at the barking donkey for a moment, wanting to say, don't be too desperate on the battlefield, and don't rush to the front when charging, but she didn't say it in the end, because it was too selfish to say such a thing.
, and it will also seriously disturb the concentration of the donkey, which may be a bad thing.
Thousands of words turned into just a light kiss in the end.
Tingting came over and kissed the barking donkey gently on the face, then turned and left.
Calling Donkey touched the right cheek that had just been kissed by Tingting, he was crazy for a moment. It wasn't until Han Feng came over to call him after breakfast that he woke up from a dream. Then he went to Lao Suntou and grabbed two white-faced steamed buns.
He scooped up another bowl of vegetable soup and drank it all. Then, while eating steamed buns, he followed Han Feng through the tunnel and headed straight for Nancheng.
When Han Feng was busy calling the donkeys, the Eagles and more than thirty quasi-Wolves arrived at the Nancheng underground shelter after resting for half a night. More than 600 officers and soldiers of the Eighth Battalion had also finished their breakfast. Ding Li, the commander of the Eighth Battalion, was sending the officers and soldiers
It is the tradition of the main forces of the Dameishan Military Division to gather together for training and training before battle.
On the surface, the enemy's shelling continued.
From time to time, artillery shells fell on top of the underground shelter. With violent explosions, the top of the shelter reinforced with logs would tremble slightly, and soil would fall from the gaps in the logs. Many people had just escaped from the shelter.
New recruits from the militia who have just transferred to the regular army will be afraid that the shelter will suddenly collapse.
The veterans looked nonchalant. It is true that the underground bunker may collapse, but instead of worrying about the bunker collapsing and burying you alive, it is more practical to worry about being blown up by artillery shells when you get to the ground. Don't think that the Japanese are
It will only conduct artillery fire at the beginning, and the little devils will also launch artillery fire later in the battle.
Some crazy Japanese officers even knew how to blow up the Japanese infantry as well.
Ding Li Lengjun looked at the faces of the officers and soldiers lined up in the underground shelter. Due to the light, he could only see some of the officers and soldiers at the front, but his voice could be clearly transmitted through the echo effect of the corridor.
In the ears of every officer and soldier in the Eighth Battalion, Ding Li's voice was high-pitched, powerful, and extremely penetrating.
"Brothers, the war is about to begin. I won't say anything unnecessary. I will only tell you one thing. Our third regiment is a force created by the commander. The first regiment is mainly the old foundation of the Northwest Army. The second regiment is the old foundation of the Northeast Army.
Basically, the garrison regiment is composed of veterans of the Sichuan Army, the Cantonese Army and the guerrillas. Only our third regiment does not have any veterans. It is a completely new force!"
Ding Li's voice echoed in the underground shelter and the corridors on the left and right sides, and it lasted for a long time.
After a pause, Ding Li added: "Because it is a new army, it is inevitable that some people will say weird things, saying that our third regiment is not worthy of becoming the main force of the military division. Even if we performed the best in the exercise, we still can't stop them.
But now, the opportunity is before us to prove it."
Men are basically aggressive. Ding Li's words made the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Battalion look different.
Ding Li added: "I have to admit that the Warrior Battalion is good. They fought bravely on Warrior Slope, but they are just brave. Fighting does not mean being brave. In addition to being brave, you must also be sharp! Because
Being brave can only guarantee that you will kill yourself on the battlefield; only being sharp can guarantee that you will kill the enemy!"
The eyes of the more than 600 officers and soldiers of the Eighth Battalion became increasingly sharp, as if there were burning flames.
Ding Li pulled out his pistol with his backhand and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, who are we?"
"The Eighth Battalion! The indestructible Eighth Battalion!"
"The Eighth Battalion! The unstoppable Eighth Battalion!"
"Eighth Battalion! I have the invincible Eighth Battalion!"
More than 600 officers and soldiers responded loudly.
As soon as the response came out, Ding Li shouted at the top of his voice: "What is our creed?"
"Coming soon!"
"You can fight if you come!"
"If you fight, you will win!"
"Must win! Must win! Must win!"
Listening to the more than 600 officers and soldiers of the Eighth Battalion standing there shouting victory, Han Feng, the donkey, the eagle, and more than thirty quasi-wolf fangs, the blood in his body instantly boiled.
At this time, the Japanese shelling also stopped.
Ding Li turned around, waved his hand and shouted: "Come on!"
In the next moment, more than 600 officers and soldiers of the Eighth Battalion rushed up to the surface along the corridor like a flood that burst the embankment, and then quickly entered the position under the cover of dust and gunpowder smoke.
The city wall at the south gate was too poorly fortified and had no defensive value. However, it was obviously not possible to abandon the city wall without firing a single shot, so Ding Li chose more than 20 people with good marksmanship and followed Han Feng's sniper team up.
The city walls were cleared and the Osaka Division's effective forces were destroyed as much as possible.
The combat effectiveness of the Osaka Division is scummy, and its fighting will is particularly weak, but its training is still quite good, especially the artillery quality is still very high, so the level of infantry and artillery coordination is very high. Just when the artillery regiment was shelling just now, the infantry No. 1
An infantry brigade of the 170th Regiment had quietly entered the attack position.
Moreover, the enemy's attack position was less than 500 meters away from the south gate of Pucheng.
Following the infantry brigade of the 170th Infantry Regiment into the attack position, there was also a tank squadron of the Eighth Tank Regiment. The Japanese tank squadron was a light tank squadron with three tanks under its jurisdiction.
Each tank squad is equipped with five Type 97 light tanks.
As soon as the bombardment ended, the first wave of Japanese attacks began.
A pure infantry attack is different from a coordinated infantry-tank attack. Due to the coordinated operations of tanks, the Japs no longer dispatch a small group of infantry for a tentative feint attack as in the past, but instead dispatch an entire infantry force.
The squadron launched a strong attack under the guidance of a tank squadron of five Type 97 light tanks.
Calling the donkey poked half of his head out from behind the half-collapsed battlements, he saw at a glance five Type 97 tanks spread out in a row, keeping a distance of about twenty meters between each other. Behind each tank were ten tanks.
Several Japanese soldiers and Japanese soldiers were all bent over, being very careful not to expose their bodies.
Jinglu used the scope of the Mauser 98K sniper rifle to measure the distance. It was about more than 500 meters. The wind speed was not very high, only two meters per second, but the little devil's tank severely blocked the shooting range, at least at 500 meters.
Due to the distance, it was difficult to cause damage to the Japanese hiding behind the tank, so he decisively released the trigger of his rifle.
While calling the donkey, I did not forget to remind the two sharpshooters from the Eighth Battalion beside me: "Brothers, don't rush to shoot. The distance is far and the probability of hitting is too low. Wait until the little devil is close before shooting."
The two sharpshooters let out an ooh and then released their triggers.
Seeing that one of them was a little nervous, Minglu asked with a smile: "Brother, what is your name?"
"My name is Pheasant." The sharpshooter was a recruit who had just been transferred from the militia to the regular army. Because he was born as an Orion, his marksmanship was good, but he had never been on the battlefield. Today, it was the first time I went to the battlefield and I saw such a large formation of Japanese soldiers. If
If you don't feel nervous, then you are a ghost. Because you are too nervous, the voice of the pheasant changes.
The pheasant is not actually called pheasant, it is called Shan Ji. It was transferred from the Shan County Militia Brigade.
He misheard the call Donkey, and said in surprise: "Pheasant? The kind with very beautiful tail feathers?"
While calling the donkey, he also imitated the pheasant to spread its wings and wave its hands, and imitated the clucking of the pheasant.
Pheasant quickly said: "No, it's not Pheasant. My surname is Shan, and Shan's name has the word Ji, which means auspicious."
"It's a pheasant. That's a good name. You look like a pheasant, haha." Calling Donkey said with a smile. Calling Donkey was actually intentional, because he knew how to relieve the tension of the recruits, and he also knew that if the recruits couldn't relax, they would
, if you continue to maintain such a tense mood, death in battle is a high probability event.
"Veteran, how can you give people nicknames casually?" Pheasant became anxious.
"I'm not a veteran, I'm calling a donkey." The calling donkey blinked, then pinched his nose and imitated the braying of a wild donkey twice.
The pheasant was happy and didn't bother to argue with the donkey. What else can you say when you meet such a wolf who loves to play tricks and make fun? The pheasant didn't realize that while he was talking and laughing with the donkey, just now
The nervousness of entering the battlefield for the first time has been relieved a lot, at least it is not as nervous as before.
While the two were talking, the Japanese tanks had already guided the Japanese infantry within two hundred meters.
At a distance of two hundred meters, for a Langya like a donkey, there is no need for a sight. More importantly, after entering the distance of two hundred meters, due to the angle formed between the city wall and the Japanese tanks and Japanese infantry,
If it increases, the Japanese tanks walking in front will no longer be able to completely cover the Japanese infantry behind.
"Get ready to fight!" He barked the order, and just as he was about to fire, a gunshot suddenly rang in his ears. Then in the front view, a Japanese second lieutenant walking behind a tank immediately fell to the ground.
The donkey looked back and saw the pheasant pull the bolt of the gun, and a hot bullet casing jumped out of the gun chamber and fell to the ground with a soft clang.
"Hey, you didn't say anything when you fired the gun, the shot was pretty accurate." He cheered the donkey and got happy.