…… Order, the division and regiment launched the most tenacious point to the branch army, and said that we must connect our defense areas in a line! ”

The commander of the Kwantung Army, Yoshinori Shirakawa, let out a roar.

Now the situation of the Japanese army in the northeast is very bad, with the ferocious breakthrough of the Chinese army, the 8th division of the Japanese Kwantung Army and several railway garrison brigades have been divided.

If the situation continues, then the destruction of the Japanese army will only be a matter of time.

And this is also the last thing Shirakawa Yoshinori wants to see.

He did not have many troops at his disposal, except for the Railway Garrison Brigade and the Japanese Overseas Chinese Volunteer Corps, only the 8th Division, a regular army that could be used.

Open the passage, you must open a passage, no matter how much tragic vengeance is paid—

All the hopes of Bai 1 Yoshinori were pinned on the 8th Division.

The 8th Division was the product of the expansion of the Japanese Army's armaments after the First Sino-Japanese War. After the First Sino-Japanese War, in order to expand overseas, Japan established six new divisions: the 7th Division and the 12th Division. And the 8th Division is one of them. The soldiers came from the four northeastern prefectures of Aomori, Iwate, Yamagata, and Akita.

Both the troops in Tohoku and Kyushu were known for their toughness, with the 2nd and 6th Divisions being prime examples. Similarly, as a division in the northeast, it is a little different, and this point of absolute obedience is especially prominent in the 8th division. Although they have such and such shortcomings, they are absolutely obedient to the orders of the division commander and the wing commander without any discount. The virtue of being straightforward and responsible, even by his Japanese counterparts, is full of praise.

And will the 8th Division be able to meet its own requirements?

Self-righteousness can only pray silently in the heart......

The 11th Independent Brigade of the Chinese National Defense Forces in Laohuozicheng.

This is the key point connecting the Japanese 8th Division and the Railway Garrison Brigade, and if the Japanese want to successfully connect the battle line, they must break through this county town that has been occupied by the Chinese in advance.

Before I knew it, the rain had not stopped, the mist had filled the land, and the humid air was so thick that it was difficult to breathe.

Wei Yuanxin squatted under the daughter wall and nodded sleepily, his eyelids were so heavy that he almost had to use all his strength to open them again, his body tightened for a while, and he had a headache so much that he had only one thought to go back to sleep.

Slowly, there was a trace of imperceptible movement around him, and in the foggy and confused air, a faint sound wave was spreading, and the weak and powerful began to tremble with this rhythm, until a stone on his daughter's wall trembled and fell on Wei Yuanxin's head, and he subconsciously reached out and scratched it, and all his senses became dull.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and at the same time all his pores swelled in an instant, because his ears had received the sound that was getting stronger, he straightened up, and looked out of the misty city at the strength of the road that stretched out, as if there was a blurry image, he rubbed his stiff cheeks, he saw the objects that passed through behind the mist.

Wei Yuanxin jumped off the attic in a few steps, ran back down the street, and shouted in the early morning rain: "The Japanese are coming, the Japanese are coming." ”

Everyone was alarmed by the shouting, and the phone of the 1st battalion in the south of the city called the regimental headquarters of the 24th Regiment of the 11th Brigade of the Independent Brigade, and Shen Jiaqiang shouted while tying a chalk belt to his body: "Pick up the brigade headquarters for me, hurry up." ”

There was a commotion in the hall, An Xujin was awakened, he stood up from the corner, and looked at all the people rushing, he was a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside the church that the Russians had built before, accompanied by smoke rushing into the sky, and all the windows were shattered and fell from the top of their heads. An Xujin was pushed to the ground by something, and at this time he felt the earth tremble violently. The shattered glass shards fell on him, and he looked up to see Shoko pounce on him. …,

"What's wrong?" An Xujin asked at a loss.

"The Japanese are attacking." Da Xiangzi got up, shook his body and shouted at the busy people, "Are there any injuries?" ——

"Here, come here." Someone on the other side of the hall replied in a loud voice.

Shen Jiaqiang turned to Wang Zhimao, the combat staff officer who had already been armed: "It's raining so hard, why are they still attacking." ”

Another shell exploded outside, and the two people instinctively squatted down, Wang Zhimao looked at the gunsmoke outside: "It seems that they can't wait." I'll go ahead and have a look.

Shen Jiaqiang ran to the side of the signal soldier in a few steps: "Is it connected?" ”

"Raven! Crow! Talk back, talk back!. The signal soldier yelled into the microphone.

"I'm a crow!" There was an echo in the microphone.

Shen Jiaqiang snatched the microphone: "I'm Lao Huo Zicheng, give me the old crow's nest!" ”

The shells tore through the air and flew in the air, one after the other smashed on the ground, and the houses were already in the river. Wang Zhimao ran to the south of the city with his rifle, and the soldiers ran to their positions, Wang Zhimao passed by them and shouted: "Don't run around, find cover first - his ears have been listening to the screams of the stream being stirred overhead, and his years of experience have allowed him to estimate where the shells have landed, and he leaned against the wall to the south, and the muddy water from the explosion in the distance kept falling on him.

"Mortar." He listened to the explosion, silently in his heart.

At this time, dozens of soldiers chased after them from behind, led by the platoon commander Deng Chunlai, who grabbed Wang Zhimao in a room: "The battalion commander ordered our platoon to fight guerrilla operations on the periphery!" What are we going to do? ”

Wang Zhimao wiped the muddy water on his face: "Spread out in groups of three, don't fight, and try to attract Tanyuk to the main street, where there are mines." ”

"Got it." Deng Chunlai leaned against the wall, put his gun on fire, and waved to the soldiers: "Follow me." ”

Wang Zhimao ran up to the attic, squatted down in front of a window, he took out his binoculars and looked over there, in the morning fog, the figure of the only four tanks of the Japanese Kwantung Army was faintly recognizable, they were lined up and waiting there, although the infantry could not see, but Wang Zhimao clearly knew that the brigade must be assembled behind the tank, and the attack began after the shelling was over.

"Staff Officer Wang, why did you come up - Wei Yuanxin ran upstairs and squatted beside Wang Zhimao.

"Dare to rally so close." Wang Zhimao put away the binoculars, he patted Wei Yuanxin, and said: "Remember, the signal soldiers who specialize in fighting them also have machine guns!" ”

"Understood." Wei Yuanxin nodded.

Before Wang Zhimao went downstairs, he instructed: "Remember what I taught you before."

"Take a shot and change places!" Sheng Yuanxin looked back and smiled.

"I'm a crow's nest." The voice of brigade commander Liu Xiang came from the microphone.

Shen Jiaqiang's sense of grief and indignation suddenly came to his mind, he took a few deep breaths, and tried his best to control his emotions: "The enemy has begun to attack, what about the artillery support you promised me?" ”

"I'm in the artillery battalion right now, and I'm here in person, and your regiment will send someone to observe the direction of the target and guide the artillery to fire."

Shen Jiaqiang bit his bite and asked, "I can't stand it, can I retreat?" “

There was no sound in the microphone, just a burst of electric crackling, and after a long time, Liu Xiang's voice came out again: "You must hold it!" ”

The sound of explosions outside came and went, smoke poured in along the broken windows, the pungent smell of fire medicine made the people inside cough incessantly, Shen Jiaqiang stood in the smoke, he tasted Liu Xiang's four words, he knew that his last bit of hope was also shattered, he had no choice. He felt a hint of sadness, and his clenched fists rubbed against the table.

"Anything else to say?" Liu Xiang asked on the other end of the microphone. …,

"When you get home, go see my mother on my behalf."

This sentence made Liu Xiang burst into tears, he stared in the direction of the south for a long time, he even maintained a talking posture, and the guard behind him took down the microphone for him, he didn't realize it, just stood there and sobbed silently.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Xiang asked softly, "How many cannons can we hit there?" ”

Gu Tong, the commander of the artillery battalion, replied behind him: "4 chalk guns and 10 mountain guns can be hit." ”

"How many shells are there?"

"Two and a half bases."

"Call them all."

Liu Xiang walked out of the bunker, and fell from the sky like heavy rain, and soon his clothes were soaked. He jumped on his horse and wandered in place, taking one last glance, and then galloping north without looking back.

Shen Jiaqiang stood there silently, letting the shells outside explode wantonly around him. As if the battle had nothing to do with him, he remained indifferent. He looked up at Jesus on the cross overhead, the great God who was being baptized by cannonfire.

Shen Jiaqiang's thoughts returned to his hometown, to the poor mountain village, the two houses that were almost collapsing, and the old lady sitting on the kang inside, who was sewing clothes for him. Thinking of this, he cried, and tears rushed out of his dirty face with two white marks. Although it was a home that could not shelter from the wind and rain, it was the warmest and safest home in his heart, a place where he could sleep peacefully, and now it was a memory, and he could never go back, he already knew in his heart that he might die here, everything would end here, his heart was no longer so restless, no longer restless, at this time his heart was like water, no longer had selfish thoughts, listening to the rumbling of cannons outside, he knew what he should do.

Everyone in the hall was watching Shen Jiaqiang's back, which looked lonely but determined in the staggered firelight. Suddenly, Shen Jiaqiang turned around, and everyone suddenly saw that the head of the regiment who made them extremely proud and proud was back.

Everyone's hearts suddenly settled down, and everyone could feel an invisible but invisible but proud aura in this empty hall gradually steaming around.

"Remember." Shen Jiaqiang's tone was soothing but firm: "Our task is to stay here!" ”。 ）