Chapter 69: Catch Qu Tongfeng Again (Supplementary Three)
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The sound of gunfire suddenly rang out, and with the shouts of killing, a group of people on the hilltop jumped up and rushed towards the 1st Division position. For a moment, the gunfire sounded densely in a line, and grenades exploded on the ground.
Fireballs, smoke rising everywhere.
"Company Commander, our last reserve team has also been sent up. The troops have suffered heavy casualties. Do you want to rest for a while before fighting?" The three platoon leaders of the company ran into the bunker of the ring fortification and asked breathlessly for instructions.
Han Baihang stood on the edge of the trench, holding a telescope to observe the battlefield, and said without looking back: "We can't stop, all we have to fight for now is to breathe. If you listen to the movement on the other side of the mountain, Qu Tongfeng must want to run away. We are here
Bian has to bite him hard to reduce the pressure on friendly forces."
The third platoon leader was very puzzled and said: "Company commander, even if the friendly forces can block it, our troops are not enough to kill the first division. They have three to four thousand people."
Han Baihang put down the telescope, retracted his body into the trench, waved to Ma Bian for a kettle, drank a few gulps, wiped the corners of his mouth and said: "You are right, so I asked you to send people to collect the water along the way.
Prisoner, how is the situation?"
The third platoon leader hurriedly said: "I ordered the deputy platoon leader to do it, but he hasn't come back yet."
"Go find him right away. I'll wait for your reply here." Han Baihang waved his hand and said.
"Yes!" The platoon leader stood at attention and left.
Ten minutes later, the third platoon leader came back with the wind under his feet and reported to Han Baihang: "Company Commander, the people sent out have returned and captured more than 400 prisoners, including an artillery company of the Anhui Army.
, It’s a pity that when we rushed over, the enemy had already destroyed two of them, and only captured two mountain cannons and came back.”
"Two doors are enough!"
Han Baihang's eyes lit up. In his eyes, more than 400 prisoners were really no match for two mountain cannons. He hurriedly asked: "Is there enough ammunition?"
The commander of the third platoon said: "I have enough ammunition for two large carriages. I just threw it on the roadside. I heard from the prisoners that there were more than twenty artillery pieces that were not destroyed in time when the First Division retreated."
"What a fucking loser."
Han Baihang knew that the First Division had a thirty-six-gun artillery regiment, which had beaten the Third Division hard during the battle in Gaobeidian. Without this family background, Qu Tongfeng would not have dared to claim that he would reach Baoding in three days.
It's a pity that these artillery are made of inhumane materials, and such a good thing was wasted. He sighed in his heart for a while, stood up and said, "Take me to see the artillery."
The third company commander took Han Baihang down the mountain and walked back a mile. Finally, he saw two mountain cannons on a flat ground with the muzzle covers not yet pulled down. He walked up happily and pulled down the covers, revealing
After looking at the full picture of the mountain cannon, we can see that these two mountain cannons are still 80% new. There are Japanese code characters on the barrels. It can be seen that these are 75MM mountain cannons produced in Japan. In terms of shape, they should be imitations of German Krupp mountain cannons.
"Where are the artillery?" Han Baihang couldn't put it down and walked around the mountain cannon. Suddenly he thought that none of his men knew how to operate the cannon, so he asked the third platoon leader.
"over there."
The third platoon leader waved to the distance, and a group of soldiers came over holding down a dozen prisoners. He said: "There were originally more than twenty people. When we arrested them, some people resisted, and a few of them died."
Han Baihang nodded, and when the artillery prisoners came over, he waved to Ma Bianyi behind him and said, "Bring out some money."
A lot of money was taken from the prisoners along the way. Ma Bian pulled out a bag of jingling silver coins from his waist and handed it to Han Baihang.
Han Baihang took the money, walked up to the artillery prisoners, and said kindly: "We are all Beiyang soldiers. We are fighting a civil war. It is not a matter of life and death. Now that you brothers are captured by me, I am personally willing to recruit you. Everyone here
If my brother Han Baihang and I are willing to accept the offer of ten yuan, I won't force him if he doesn't want to accept it."
Han Baihang said that he would never force himself, but the third platoon leader stood behind him with eager eyes. The head of the rifle in his hand was wide open and the bullet was loaded. The soldiers around him also had a general look of killing, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at the prisoner.
, which means that if you don’t obey, you will die.
Seeing this, the prisoners dared not say anything. They took the ocean from Han Baihang one by one. After sending the ocean, Han Baihang said: "Now we are our own people. These two mountain cannons need you to adjust the Zhuyuan immediately. The coordinates are
XXX."
Han Baihang asked Ma Bian to take out the military map and pointed out the hilltop where the First Division was located to the artillerymen. The artillerymen began to busy calculating calculations. Han Baihang took the opportunity to observe and learn. He knew that the artillery of the First Division was personally taught by Japanese instructors.
, there is nothing to say about artillery skills. When I visited a military forum in my last life, someone said that the famous artillery of the Fengjun Army was built on the artillery of the Anhui Army. The future commander of the artillery of the Fengjun Army, Zou Zuohua, was the heavy artillery of the Anhui Army.
Battalion commander, he will surrender to Feng Zhang after the Zhiwan War and rise to prominence from then on.
A few minutes later, while Han Baihang was still squinting and thinking about the artillery's eye-jumping method for ranging, he heard the artillery platoon leader coming to report: "Sir, the shooting elements have been measured and the artillery can be fired. Please give the order."
Han Baihang returned the military salute politely and said loudly: "Shoot!"
"Yes!" the artillery platoon leader turned back to the artillery position, raised the red flag and lowered it sharply: "Fire!"
The artilleryman pulled the rope suddenly, and the two mountain cannons made a huge roar. The recoil pushed the artillery plow back one foot. The high-speed rotating shells rushed out of the muzzle at a speed of 250 meters/second, and fell on the third gun in an instant.
On the top of the mountain of the First Division, the explosion produced huge smoke that could be seen from a distance.
"Calibrate fire! Ten rounds of rapid fire!" the artillery platoon leader quickly issued the order. Two mountain cannons roared and fired. Dozens of shells fell on the target hilltop, exploding a series of flashing flames and a huge roar in the crowd.
The mountains echo.
Han Baihang held up his telescope and looked at the hilltop that had turned into a sea of fire. The enemy was covered in blood and flesh in the artillery fire. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "This old boy Qu Tongfeng wouldn't be killed in such a blow."
The dead Qu Tongfeng was not that valuable. Thinking of this, he hurriedly ordered the artillery to stop shooting and told the third platoon leader: "Send someone to the front line to shout and ask Qu Tongfeng whether he will continue to resist or disarm."
surrender."
The third platoon leader left. He found a captured officer of the First Division, comforted him with kind words, and let him go to the First Division position while waving a white towel.
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On the top of the mountain, Qu Tongfeng was anxious about the battle at the front. Suddenly he heard a short and sharp hissing sound above his head. This sound was all too familiar to him. He screamed in his heart that something was wrong. He quickly shrank his neck and cried out.
: "Quickly avoid the cannon!"
In fact, people's reactions are slower than the falling speed of cannonballs. Before he finished speaking, a cannonball exploded not far away from him. Fortunately, his Ma Bian guards were loyal and brave, and swarmed to protect him.
, the few people on the outside screamed and were lifted into the sky by the artillery fire. When they fell, their bodies were already beaten by shrapnel.
The sand and soil kicked up by the shells rustled down, and Qu Tongfeng got up in disgrace. Before he could curse, a whistling sound came from the air, and he couldn't help but face ashen. There was no obstruction on this hilltop. With so many shells falling, I'm afraid there wouldn't be any.
Way to live.
"Commander in chief, get down quickly."
At the critical moment, his adjutant pushed him into the crater, and then pressed him down. Then one after another bombings sounded, and the ground shook violently. His body seemed to be in a magnitude 10 earthquake.
The earth was turned upside down for a while, shaking his blood and blood. He was thrown into the air by the shell, and the earth and rocks hit him all over his face. Even though his body was blocked by the adjutant, he still felt a pain. He could clearly hear the hit.
There was a popping sound from the person's body, and at this moment he felt the body of the adjutant who was pressing on him twitch suddenly, and then became stiff and heavy.
During the bombardment, Qu Tongfeng felt that every second passed extremely long. In fact, the bombardment only lasted less than three minutes, but he felt that it was as long as a century. Finally, when the bombardment stopped, the surviving Ma Bian soldiers took him
He pulled him out of the crater, patted the dirt on his body, and shouted: "Commander-in-Chief, are you okay?"
There was a roar in Qu Tongfeng's ears. He looked at the body of the adjutant at his feet and was about to cry without tears. He looked around the hilltop and saw the dead and wounded lying on the hillside. The wounded were wailing and screaming. The naked black land was dripping with blood and flesh. He could see it.
Shocked, he said in panic: "Don't gather together, retreat to the back slope quickly, the enemy will attack again with a second artillery attack."
When he hurriedly retreated to a low-lying spot on the back slope of the hillside, he still didn't hear the sound of artillery fire. He couldn't help but feel suspicious. He suddenly thought that the enemy would take advantage of the artillery fire to kill and wounded, and he was worried about sending troops.
An adjutant went to see what was going on.
The adjutant ran away bravely, but ran back after a while and shouted: "Commander-in-Chief, the enemy has sent people to negotiate with us."