The rumbling artillery fire shook the entire battlefield. Gong Bangduo poked his head out from the underground fortifications and observed the battlefield with a telescope. The Zhejiang army went crazy! Gong Bangduo grinned, and there was only one word left in his mind.
"Commander, be careful!" Suddenly a stray bullet fell, and the guard threw Gong Bangduo, who was half-exposed, to the ground.
One artillery blast destroyed the southwest corner of the Soviet command post, and everyone hurried over to dig out the palace Bundor from the ruins.
"Commander, Commander..." Gong Bangduo poked his head out from the pile of stones, with blood seeping from the white ash on one end. He lowered his head to look at the guard who threw him down, and his whole back was bursting with flowers.
"Bury this brother with dignity!" Gong Bangduo had no time to express his condolences, because the Zhejiang army had already rushed into the Soviet fortifications with artillery fire.
"Withdraw..." Gong Bangduo said these two words helplessly.
"Quick, cover the commander's retreat!"
Nanjing, Office of Qi Xieyuan, Supervisory Office
"... In order to accept the destiny of our President, and to respond to the hearts of our 40,000,000 people, Xieyuan worked hard and longed for the kindness of our President day and night. Every time I thought of this, I felt boundless power. Therefore, in this battle, the three armies sacrificed their lives.
, even though they died of blood for ten miles and were attacked by swords and axes, no one dared to retreat. In one night, three armies triumphed..." The old man was sixty-five, not seventy years old. He was holding an article and reading it in a cadence.
, shaking his head from time to time.
Qi Xieyuan was in a good mood and found a former scholar who was good at eight-legged essay writing to write a document for Cao Kun. He usually hated the way these old scholars shook their heads and tails, but now it seemed a bit more pleasing to his eyes.
This old scholar is good at everything, but he is too emotional. He choked up three times before he finished reading an article. Another time, Qi Xieyuan really saw him secretly wiping his tears with his sleeves. Qi Xieyuan was even more satisfied.
Articles that can make you cry must be good.
"In the near future, General Chang Ge will defeat Yuhang, and he will take the leader of the enemy chieftain in front of him..."
"Fushuai..." The adjutant hurriedly rushed in. Qi Xieyuan, who was always fiery, had no intention of pursuing the case at all. Instead, he said with a smile: "Oh, let's listen to the old gentleman's article..."
"Commander Fu! The Fifth Mixed Brigade of the Soviet Union was destroyed in Xinglan Ridge, and the 24th Central Division is rescuing! Commander Chen Tiaoyuan's whereabouts are unknown."
Qi Xieyuan didn't even look at him, he was still listening to the old judge's gut-wrenching eight-legged article.
The adjutant saw that Qi Xieyuan was ignoring him, so he shouldn't have said anything at first, but this matter was indeed a serious matter. Who dared to hide it and not report it? There was a layer of moisture on the adjutant's forehead, and he tried to whisper
Asked: "Fushuai...fushuai?"
"You fucking dare to lie about the military situation, I will kill you!" Qi Xieyuan took out a gun and put the muzzle of the gun against the adjutant's forehead.
The adjutant felt that the blood all over his body had gone cold, and his legs went weak and he knelt down on the spot. The old Juren was also trembling with fright, took a few steps back, stepped on the hem of his gown, and fell backwards.
"Fushuai, Fushuai... spare your life." The adjutant couldn't care about anything else, kowtowing was like pounding garlic.
"What does it mean to be destroyed in Xinglanling? What does it mean that Chen Tiaoyuan's life and death are unknown? Two hours ago, I had a phone call with Chen Tiaoyuan two hours ago. He told me that the First Division had captured Changxing!"
"Report!" Someone came to the door again. Qi Xieyuan's eyelids couldn't help but twitch, not sure if it was because of anger or fear.
"Enter!"
"Fushuai, a telegram from Commander Gong!"
"read!"
"Yes!" The soldier secretly glanced at the adjutant who was kneeling on the ground with Qi Xieyuan holding a gun to his head. He took a breath of air. He opened the folder carefully and read: "Inheriting Fushuai Junjian! In September
At 21:18 on the evening of the 3rd, Zhejiang and Lu mobilized a large army to launch a fierce attack on Anting, covering it with artillery fire. Jubei estimated that there were at least three artillery regiments. In order to preserve their strength, Beiji had to temporarily retreat strategically.
Seek victory later. I pay my respects to Gong Bangduo, commander of the First Route Army."
"Fart!" Qi Xieyuan raised his gun and fired a shot into the sky. "Three artillery regiments? I don't know how much property Lu Yongxiang has? Gong Bangduo was timid in the face of the enemy and lied about military information. He should be killed!"
The sound of the gunshot frightened the adjutant to the point where he collapsed on the ground, trembling.
Although Qi Xieyuan was very harsh with his words, he already believed the fact that the two armies were defeated. "Ma Yuren, is there any news about Ma Yuren?"
"Get Ma Yuren for me!"
Qi Xieyuan's words made the adjutant feel like he had received an amnesty. He quickly got up from the ground, staggered to the edge of the table with two weak legs, picked up the phone, and said, "Get Mr. Ma Yuren for me!"
"Fushuai, the call is connected."
Qi Xieyuan took two quick steps, grabbed the phone, and asked in a face-to-face manner: "How's the battle going on your end?"
"Commander Fu, there don't seem to be many troops on the Wusong front line. Do you want to push the front line forward?" Even though he was just making a phone call, Ma Yuren stood at the other end of the phone and answered respectfully.
"Don't be so proud. Do you know why there are no heavy troops on the Wusong line?"
"This... I don't know what a humble position is."
"I don't know, I don't know, well, let me Qi tell you, Mr. Ma!" Qi Xieyuan suppressed his anger and continued: "Because Lu Yongxiang's troops are all in Anting and Yixing, and now Gong Bangduo and Chen Tiao
Yuan has withstood the pressure for you, and your task is to attack with all your strength and strive to break through the gateway to Shanghai!"
"Yes, I understand." Ma Yuren quickly said yes.
Qi Xieyuan sneered and said, "Do you understand?"
Ma Yuren could tell that Qi Xieyuan was in a bad mood, so he didn't dare to say anything randomly, and just hesitated.
"Since you understand, then I will give you a fatal order, three days, I will give you three days to conquer Shanghai, otherwise, come and see me!" After saying the order, Qi Xieyuan dropped the phone.
"Dudududu..." Ma Yuren held the microphone and only heard a busy tone. Ma Yuren's face was gloomy. Although he had not received a formal military report, just by listening to Qi Xieyuan's voice, he knew that something bad was going on.
"Chief of Staff!" Ma Yuren also yelled from the nose, not the nose, not the face.
"arrive!"
The chief of staff heard the unkind voice of his superior and ran quickly to Ma Yuren.
"What's going on at the front?"
"Part of the Zhejiang Army hunkered down in the fortifications and refused to show their faces. As soon as our men attacked, they would fire machine guns. Judging from the enemy's firepower, it should be Maxim heavy machine guns. It is estimated that there will be no less than eighteen machine guns, covering the entire front.
He was wrapped up tightly and protected from wind and rain. Zang Zhiping is indeed an expert in positional warfare, and he was a tiger general under Xu Shuzheng back then."
"Bullshit!" Ma Yuren cursed angrily, and then said: "I know that he is the expert who will organize a death squad for me. If you sign up voluntarily, as long as you can break through Zang Zhiping's position, no matter life or death, you will be rewarded with a hundred dollars and a third-class official!"
