Han Baihang knew very well in his heart that Zhang Xueliang's regiment was now like a hungry cheetah, and he was like a rabbit with no way out, and might suddenly pounce on him at any time and eat him. In order to survive, he must now always
Always use your tail to provoke the cheetah, making it sleepy, not fed, unable to run, and weak in stamina, so that it will not exert its full strength. In that case, you may still be able to give it a try and kill it.
Find a way out.
The hunting is about to begin. Although Zhang Xueliang, the cheetah, was furious when he saw that the two food reserves and ammunition depots in his military camp were destroyed by enemy scouts last night, it was only a hair on the body of his third corps.
, has almost no impact on the overall situation.
But yesterday, the soldiers marched here urgently, building fortifications and artillery positions. After a busy day, I wanted to have a good sleep at night, but the two fires made me unable to sleep all night. This morning
Everyone looked like pandas when they stood up. The troops were already exhausted, and coupled with the lack of rest all night, the army barely had half of its original combat effectiveness.
Zhang Xueliang's original plan was that the soldiers had a good night's rest last night, and after breakfast this morning they could launch an attack on the enemy on the opposite side. However, as a result, the attack plan might be delayed again.
It is not that Zhang Xueliang has not considered attacking by force, but in that case the casualties of his troops will definitely increase greatly, and there will be bigger battles to be fought later. It is really not worth it for such a small army.
Han Baihang did not send any more troops to harass the opponent during the day. After all, it was in broad daylight. If he went there, he would probably not be able to come back. The morning in September in the Northeast was already very cold. Han Baihang stood in the fortification with a telescope and looked at the movements of the Feng army on the opposite side. Gao Hongyi
He handed over the military coat. The military camp opposite was really quiet. Han Baihang seemed to be able to hear the snoring of the other side's soldiers from thousands of meters away. The autumn wind blew over, bringing a slight chill.
Han Baihang looked at the military camp opposite again. In his mind, he could imagine Zhang Xueliang's disdainful sneer after getting angry. He also remembered the words in the ancient Chinese books: Great powers do not rely on power and tactics. It is also applicable to war. Yes,
A strong army doesn't bother with the other side's strategies and tactics, because it has absolute strength. It's only when it feels in its heart that it can't defeat the other side that it resorts to these wild tactics.
After standing coldly for a long time, Han Baihang turned around and said to Gao Hongyi: "Let all the soldiers rest, leave a few more on guard, and ask the cooking team to stew all the meat in the afternoon, and have a good meal."
.Also, distribute all weapons and ammunition. Go ahead!"
Han Baihang's tone was not as strong as before, and seemed to be a little tired and relieved. Gao Hongyi still noticed something, took two steps, turned back and asked: "Master, do you think we..."
Before Gao Hongyi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Han Baihang's raised hand. He waved his hand to signal Gao Hongyi not to say more. Gao Hongyi lowered his head and sighed, walked out and shouted: "Chief of the Cooking Team,
Come here! Stew all our meat for me..."
How could Han Baihang not know what Gao Hongyi meant. However, this battle cannot be retreated. The last time he retreated from the Battle of Jehol, it was because the enemy was not familiar with him and allowed himself to be deceived by Li Daitao. But this time, the enemy is tens of thousands of people.
I won’t be fooled again. A general like Zhang Xueliang is extremely terrifying. He has grown up too fast on the battlefield. When we first met, he was still a hesitant boy. It has only been a few days.
, he can already be as motionless as a mountain, which is not something ordinary people can do.
Some people have been fighting for a lifetime, and they can be hot-tempered or hot-tempered, and some people can immediately change their attitude, strategy and even personality as long as they suffer a loss.
Give him a period of training and he will definitely become a general in the future, just like Zhang Xueliang died.
So this time, I can't retreat. I can't retreat for the honor of the soldiers, I can't retreat to avenge my dead comrades, I can't retreat for the sake of the people behind me, I can't retreat for the sake of a different position, even if it's to fight against such a genius general.
Cannot retreat!
The night came slowly, and everyone expected it to come later, but it still kept its appointment as scheduled.
At seven o'clock in the evening, it was getting darker and darker. Standing on this side of the fortification, we could no longer see the enemy troops on the opposite side.
Suddenly, a ray of light suddenly lit up in the sky, flying from the ground to the sky. It flew over Fengjun's position and over the head of Zhijun. It made a banging sound in the air and exploded. A beam of light burst out.
A beam of light burst out from it, illuminating the sky like daylight.
It's Fengjun's signal flare!
Suddenly, seeing the signal from the sky, all the artillery shells of Zhang Xueliang's Third Army were fired. The infantry artillery and mortars crackled together. Han Baihang's position was filled with craters left by the explosion of artillery shells, which was deafening.
The explosion of the artillery shell made people tinnitus and dizzy, and the air waves created could throw people five or six meters away.
Fengjun's soldiers, led by non-commissioned officers, were full of murderous intent and desperately rushed towards the position of Han Baihang's third division. The charging soldiers were scattered far apart, and the experienced soldiers were all walking irregularly.
The line rushed forward without blocking the sweep beam of the machine gun behind him. Zhang Xueliang was very satisfied with his soldiers. His soldiers were well-trained and experienced on the battlefield, and they could be regarded as the mainstay of the Feng army.
The sound of artillery shells has stopped. Such density may have already blown the enemy on the opposite side into mud. Charge, go up to the position, you can kill the enemy, as long as you charge up, you can win the ocean! The non-commissioned officers of Fengjun are one by one.
Without hesitation, he raised his head and hit her, then rushed forward while shouting.
Two hundred meters!
One hundred meters!
hold on!
Fifty meters! Beat me, beat me hard!
Feng Jun never expected that in the opposite position that had been bombarded by concentrated artillery fire for more than ten minutes, there were still so many enemies safe and sound, and that they were pointing the black muzzle at them.
Fifty meters is too close. Before the bolt rifle can be loaded, other people's bullets are already in front of you. If you go up to fight with the bayonet, fifty meters is too far, and you will be beaten into a sieve by the enemy.
This distance just gives Han Baihang's troops a lot of room to display. Whether it is a carbine submachine gun or a light machine gun, it can exert great power. Even grenades can have unexpected effects.
