Looking at the angry enemy in front of him, Han Baihang didn't know whether he should be happy or helpless. Being able to hold off the enemy would definitely be beneficial to the entire battlefield, but it would really be a great disadvantage to himself.
In front of you is Zhang Xueliang's Third Corps, which is a well-known elite unit in the entire Fengjun Army. Although his mission is to intercept and block Zhang Xueliang's Corps, his own strength is right in front of him. He only has a weak division. He takes the initiative.
Provoking Zhang Xueliang is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.
But at this time, saying such words has no effect after already irritating others. All he can do is to try his best to fight every battle, not to mention that he is facing Zhang Xueliang, the young marshal from Northeast China.
Even the Northeast King Zhang Zuolin and Han Baihang would show their own momentum without hesitation.
After Zhang Xueliang's artillery bombarded them for a long time, the mountain forest in front of Han Baihang had turned into ruins and a sea of fire. It was very spectacular. However, this form made it difficult for Zhang Xueliang's regiment to advance.
Zhang Xueliang's corps was indeed the elite of the Feng army. They had learned excellent coordination in combat and had arranged their formations. Under the command of commanders at all levels, the Feng army quickly dispersed and moved forward with alternating cover in company units. Among them, the soldiers of each squad
They were divided into several teams, some were responsible for observation, some were responsible for carrying heavy weapons for strikes, and some were responsible for precise shooting. For a while, the entire regiment was in motion.
Only the artillery cannot play its full role in such an environment. In addition, not everyone in their hands has firearms and can conduct forward searches like infantry. They can only wait in place to protect the artillery equipment of the artillery regiment.
Zhang Xueliang was injured, and Guo Songling tried his best to dissuade him from following the army to command, but seeing Zhang Xueliang's iconic angry face, he still couldn't resist him, and finally had to let him follow the army to command, but the condition was that Zhang Xueliang must be replaced by an ordinary soldier
clothes.
Guo Songling knew that there was a sniper on the opposite side. Otherwise, why would the enemy's shot hit the legion commander Zhang Xueliang among thousands of troops? It seemed that the enemy had targeted the top officer of the Fengjun Third Legion. If Zhang Xueliang accompanied the army again
If he was in command, he would inevitably be exposed to the muzzle of an enemy sniper again. Guo Songling did not want Zhang Xueliang to take this risk anyway.
Even if this war fails, even if Zhili and Fengtian fight against Fengjun, they will be completely defeated. To Zhang Zuolin, the king of Northeast China, these may not mean anything. If Zhang Xueliang dies at the gunpoint of the enemy, then Zhang Zuolin will definitely not let go of the people involved.
For everyone, Guo Songling has considered everything carefully.
When Zhang Xueliang heard that Guo Songling wanted to hide behind the team, he turned around and stared at Guo Songling fiercely: "Maochen, you and I have been together for so many years, don't you still understand me? I, Zhang Xueliang, stand upright as the Northeastern University
Gentlemen, when did you shrink back during a fight? You are looking down on me, Zhang Xueliang."
Guo Songling said quickly: "Liuzi, you know I didn't mean that. Why did that shot hit you just now? Why don't you think about it? Someone must be watching you! If something happens to you, what should I do?"
Explain to the boss!"
Zhang Xueliang tidied the wound, then took the military coat and put it on his body, saying: "You don't have to explain to anyone, I don't believe it. The bullet that can kill me has not been made yet! Come on, come out with me and take a look, I will
I can’t believe that all the soldiers under my command are living on dry food!” As he said this, he walked out of the tent and walked towards the place where the fighting was fiercest.
Zhang Xueliang's soldiers have climbed over the hill in front of them. The team in front has already caught fire with Han Baihang's third division. The team behind is still advancing. Due to the narrow terrain, Zhang Xueliang's third division cannot be accommodated.
The troops charged together, which gave Han Baihang the opportunity to strike one by one.
The Fengjun army that had just come up had not yet gained a firm foothold. Some soldiers were shot in the head before they noticed the enemy hiding behind trees and rocks, and rolled down the hillside. The Fengjun army behind them immediately filled in the positions occupied by the soldiers just now.
position, the battle formation is not chaotic at all.
Han Baihang sighed again. He had to admit that this was the highest-quality team he had ever seen among the Zhili and Fengtian armies. Zhang Xueliang's Third Corps was known as the elite of the Fengtian army, and it was indeed well-deserved.
Shitou and others were lurking in the mountains and forests on both sides. Did they show their heads and fire at the Fengjun who were all over the field? These sharpshooters were officers who specialized in attacking the enemy. If they did not fire a single shot, they would not kill the enemy.
The commander can at least cause a panic among the enemy troops.
Fengjun had no way to face such an opponent, and military commanders at all levels could not think of any good countermeasures. They were all engaged in fighting. What they studied in military academies or martial arts halls was group army operations, and they had never encountered any
With such a rogue style of play, they can only watch helplessly as the enemy fires a shot and then disappears, while their own soldiers will shoot randomly in the direction of the enemy's shot, often wasting bullets and exposing the target.
The enemy's shadow was not touched.
Zhang Xueliang also discovered such a situation, but he couldn't think of any perfect countermeasures for a while. He turned to Guo Songling and said: "Maochen, we can't let the enemy go on like this. This will cause our military's morale to be unstable."
People are in danger, Mao Chen, do you have any good ideas?"
Guo Songling lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "The opponent's style of play is a bit like stragglers. There are two ways to deal with this style of play. One is to rush up and occupy the terrain on both sides and drive them out completely.
Another option is for us to launch a group charge directly towards the enemy's main force and quickly resolve the battle. In that case, these little bastards will have no use for them."
Zhang Xueliang thought for a while, the terrain here is too small. If he launches a charge, the entire group army cannot go up together. Instead, the enemies will be driven back one by one. At present, he can only occupy the mountains and forests on both sides. In that case, his own soldiers
You can also follow the example of others and shoot black guns at the opponent from a high place.
Having made up his mind, Zhang Xueliang immediately ordered all the officers and soldiers of the 37th Division to attack the mountains and forests on both sides with all their strength. The remaining troops continued the frontal attack. They must capture the mountains and forests on both sides as quickly as possible and directly counterattack the enemy forces on the opposite side.
blow.
Neither Zhang Xueliang nor Han Baihang thought that one day the two of them would have a battle in such a small ravine near Jiumenmen Gate, and this battle was destined to leave two outstanding young people in the annals of history.