Feng Jun, who rushed up from the front, was in a dilemma. If he rushed forward, he would die, so he had no choice but to retreat, but if he retreated, he would also die. The regimental commander and brigade commander's dark gun was aimed at the soldiers who had escaped from the battle, and there were already soldiers behind them.
Several people fell down, and those who rushed forward could only fight without any cover or obstruction. For a time, Fengjun's side suffered numerous casualties, and they all fell on the way to the charge.
Han Baihang repelled Feng Jun's first attack, took a breath, and counted the casualties on his side. Only dozens of soldiers who got into the air-raid shelter under the fortifications during the previous shell attack were unfortunately bombed.
, the main force of the entire division was not seriously injured. Before he could take a breath, Han Baihang quickly asked his men to prepare weapons and ammunition, loaded the bullets, and unscrewed the caps of grenades.
As expected, Feng Jun was not discouraged after the first failure, but organized the second charge as quickly as possible. Although Han Baihang had better weapons and equipment here, he could not withstand the opponent's large number of people.
The strength of the corps was three or four times that of his own. Gradually, Han Baihang's two-wing brigade commanders sent troops to report that the fighting on both wings was already a bit tense, but no matter what, no one among them would leave the position alive.
Although this sounds like a mention, Han Baihang couldn't bear to let them finish the fight, so he sent two regiments from the front battlefield to support the left and right positions respectively. In the front battlefield, Han Baihang always used one bullet to destroy an enemy.
After getting closer and fighting again, coupled with the advantage of my own equipment, the fight was back and forth, and no one could advance at all for a while.
Zhang Xueliang was drinking red wine in his command post. He didn't seem to take this battle seriously, or he was using red wine to cover up his nervousness. The goblet of red wine was spinning in Zhang Xueliang's white-gloved hand.
I didn't see him drink much.
He knew that this bone was difficult to chew, but he didn't expect that even his hard teeth could not bite it. Zhang Xueliang had never encountered such a strong opponent before, but this time, it aroused his interest. He wanted to see it.
Who can be so tenacious?
Fengjun's attack did not stop for a moment. One group was beaten and another group came up. After a group was beaten, another group came up. This was already the fifth word of charge. Death was no longer a factor that the coaches valued in this battle.
Well, for Han Baihang, this is a battle. If you can resist, you will survive. If you can't resist, you will be buried. It's that simple. For Zhang Xueliang, this has become a battle of dignity. If you win, you will get something.
More respect and less opposition. If you lose the Young Marshal, I'm afraid he will no longer be the Young Marshal!
The sky has been completely obscured by gunpowder smoke and dust. The only thing that lights up in the sky is the moon, and the only thing that lights up on the ground is the flames on the corpses of soldiers. Han Baihang's position has long been bombed into disarray. His non-commissioned officers died one by one, and the brigade
The commander was replaced by the acting brigade commander, the regimental commander was replaced by the acting regimental commander, and even the battalion commander was temporarily replaced by the company commander.
Han Baihang finished shooting a bunch of bullets in his hand, gritted his teeth, and passed on the order, and the entire cavalry regiment was dispatched.
This is Han Baihang's last move. He will not use this move unless he has to. The two sides have already exchanged fire and it has reached the point of a melee. If the cavalry regiment is called on now, they may never come back.
The cavalry regiment was divided into two parts. The first and second battalions circled to the right to attack Fengjun's weaker right wing, and the third battalion moved to the left to attack Fengjun's more tightly defended right wing. Han Baihang clutched his chest tightly with one hand. He was heartbroken.
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The detour of the 1st and 2nd Battalions had an unexpected effect. The attacking Fengjun would never have thought that the Zhizhi Army, which was desperately resisting on the opposite side, would still have capable cavalry who had not dispatched, knowing that the horses of the cavalry regiment were not far away from them.
They found each other at a distance of forty meters.
For a moment, Feng Jun's right side immediately fell into chaos. The soldiers behind quickly adjusted the direction of their guns. The soldiers charging in front were attacked from both sides and were unable to resist for a while. Even the heavy machine guns on the position also turned their guns. This was
The frontal battlefield provides valuable breathing space.
The cavalry regiment charged over and killed more than two battalions of enemies from the other side. But even so, even if the Feng army panicked and chose their own way, the loot in their hands was not simple. In cavalry combat, fast in and out are important, and they must be able to initiate a strike.
Wave after wave of charges, and the cavalry regiment was in front of the enemy's military fortifications. Where else could they charge? In addition, the carbine submachine gun in his hand fired very fast. After launching a wave of attacks, there was no time to reload.
You can pick up a pistol or a saber and rush into the midst of the dark enemy.
This is a death attack, this is the cavalry's last glory, this is a life-for-life gamble.
But Han Baihang had no choice. Only in this way could the pressure on the battlefield be relieved, and only in this way could the entire front not be defeated. He could only watch helplessly as the cavalry raised their sabers high and slashed at the enemy's blazing muzzles.
It was so difficult for the first and second battalions to attack the enemy's weakly defended right wing, let alone the enemy's left wing attacked by the third battalion.
Some soldiers were shot through the head by a bullet before they came into contact with the enemy and fell off their horses. Some horses were hit by bullets and suddenly fell to the ground. The soldiers riding on the horses were also thrown to death and maimed.
Only a small number of cavalry caused damage to the enemy and could not deal a fatal blow to them.
The entire cavalry regiment was wiped out.
Han Baihang's heart was bleeding. It was he who personally sent these men to the battlefield, but the war was so cruel, and what he was given in return were cold corpses.
Han Baihang looked at the moon in the sky, and the moon looked at him quietly. He suddenly smiled, as if mocking himself, war, this is fucking war, this is the war that I was fascinated by before. He
Now I understand that war is not something that can be won on paper, or something that can be won by just pointing. Any strategizing, or a decisive victory thousands of miles away, are all fucking lies. War is about bloodshed and death. It is about bullets in your head.
When you are flying past you and you see your comrade suddenly fall next to you, you can't go over and help him up.
The war was still going on, and the sound of gunfire brought him back to reality. Han Baihang ignored his sadness and continued to return to his command post. He was the supreme commander of this army and the soul of this army. He had already been so
Many comrades fell for him, so he must stand up for them.