Anting fought bloody battles for days and changed hands several times, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and mourning everywhere. In the words of the locals, not even a single tile could be found. But a few miles away, Huangqiao Ferry, a river behind Anting
The small town has a misty sky and a tranquil feel like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
"Oh, the Soviet army is crazy. They have been firing all day and all night! It really doesn't let anyone sleep."
"Sleeping? Brother, if we continue to fight like this, our battalion guarding Huangqiaodu will have to be transferred up. If you still want to sleep, there is no telling whether we can return to Zhejiang alive!"
"Really, I heard that the regiment stationed in the neighboring county has been transferred to Anting."
"Look, I'm right!"
Regarding the Anting War, Zhejiang troops in the rear who had not been transferred to the battlefield had different opinions. They knew only a few words about the lower-level officers and even soldiers, but they had all heard that they defeated the Northeast King Zhang Zuolin with a brigade in the Northeast.
The mighty general Han Baihang is on the opposite side of the trench. The shadow of the famous tree and the murderous aura exuded by the words "Han King of Hell" have already made the Zhejiang army a little uneasy. What's more, as soon as this famous general arrived, the Soviet army had already shown its fierceness.
The difference is, they dare to fight, dare to fight, and dare to risk their lives. The originally solid position of the Zhejiang Army was crumbling when Han Baihang's men attacked it.
"Han Baihang is really good, really good!" The fighting on the front line was so lively that commander-in-chief He Fenglin finally couldn't sit still. Just six hours after Han Baihang took over the command, he came to the Anting front line in person.
"He is very powerful. He is not only ruthless in his methods, but also has a vicious vision. Due to the strength of our troops, there are several weak areas in the deployment. He has discovered all of them. He attacks seemingly without any plan. In fact, these few
He focused on taking care of the weak areas, and after several rounds of charges, our first line of defense had been torn apart by him, and it can be said that we were barely able to hold on."
"This doesn't make sense..." He Fenglin's brows became more knotted, full of unsolvable doubts.
"what do you mean……"
"The Soviet army suffered several setbacks and suffered severe loss of strength. In order to relieve the siege of Nanjing, Gong Bangduo had already detached a division from the few troops on the Ninghu front line to go north for rescue, but he was killed within a few hours.
Defeat. Now Gong Bangduo's capital loss is definitely about 50%. With only a few troops left, how dare he attack Anting in such a mighty manner? If it were you, would you do it?" He Fenglin had this in his heart.
I was confused, but the more I talked about it, the clearer the idea became. After a series of analyses, all the generals present felt a little strange.
"Yes, from what Commander He said, this desperate fighting style is a bit strange!"
"No, I think that now that the power of the Ning-Shanghai line has fallen by the wayside, Han Baihang is just selling his father's land. As a young man, he is so happy about his success that he forces Gong Bangduo to fight. After all, he is not one of his own men, and he doesn't care whether he lives or dies."
"That's wrong. Han Baihang has no foundation when he first arrives. On the contrary, Gong Bangduo is deeply rooted and has everyone's expectations. Without Gong Bangduo's nod, Han Baihang will definitely not be able to use his extraordinary methods no matter how powerful he is."
The generals said something to each other, and He Fenglin was so angry that he slapped his hand on the table and said angrily: "Trash, they are all trash. Han Baihang is only more than 20 years old. He has only been leading troops for a few years and he has become one of the famous generals in the world. You guys
A soldier spends half his life in a dog's belly!"
He Fenglin patted the chief of staff on the shoulder and said: "Brother, remember, Zhuge Liang and Liu Bowen are all nonsense. Without thousands of troops, who are they? One is farming in the mountains, and the other is selling words to make a living. In troubled times, all you have is your hands.
The soldiers and horses inside are real!”
The chief of staff nodded and said: "The officer's opinion is as important as the critical point!"