my bright sword career

Chapter 349 How Long Can He Last?
Today's time is May 1941, 5, the second day after the Japanese army encircled the city.

The fierceness of the Japanese offensive was beyond everyone's expectations.

Originally, according to Gao Hongming's three people's prediction, after being ravaged by the Liantai Flying Brigade, the Japanese army, which had lost most of its artillery, would take a breather and rest for a few days even if they arrived, replenishing ammunition and artillery before launching an attack.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the Japanese army launched an offensive against them as soon as they arrived, regardless of the fact that they were newcomers and tired.

This time the Japanese army did not play any strategy. The 31st Division and the 37th Division directly merged into one place. Tens of thousands of troops surrounded Guojialing. Gao Hongming and others were caught off guard by this abnormal move.

"Ugh..."

Hearing the roar of shells, Wang Quanming, commander of the 34st Battalion of the [-]th Regiment of the [-]th Division of the National Army, was pushed to the ground by the guards around him. After the explosion, Wang Quanming, who was knocked down, saw the left arm of the guard. A portion was missing, and the blood kept gushing out.

"Hygienist! Sanitation..." Wang Quanming, who took out the tourniquet from the first aid kit, fastened the staff officer's severed arm tightly and called out to the health guard.

He stopped just as soon as the words came out, because in the trench not far away lay a dead body wearing a blue-gray military uniform, with the logo of a health soldier on the sleeve.

"Ah! Sir, please be gentle!" With a sudden force on his hand, the staff officer let out a scream.

"I'm sorry brother..." Wang Quanming quickly apologized to his comrades who saved his life.

Then he said to another guard who surrounded him: "Send Xiao Li down immediately, and find a way to send him to the field hospital in Yangping Town for treatment.

"Sir, what do you do when we're all gone?" the guard asked.

Wang Quanming scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? The first battalion can't fight without you guys? I'm just a major battalion commander, not an army commander. I'm not that delicate."

After the two guards left, Wang Quanming found a platoon leader, pointed to a firepower point in front of him and said, "You take a few people, turn around to the left and then rush over, understand? Let me kill those Japanese soldiers." !"

The second lieutenant bowed his waist and looked in the direction Wang Quanming pointed, and then looked around, and found that there were very few comrades alive in this position, and the firepower of the Japanese army in front was still firing desperately.

"Then...sir, what do you do?" The platoon leader asked worriedly looking at Wang Quanming, whose head was scratched by shrapnel and was still bleeding.

"I'm fine. I'll cover you with a submachine gun here. I don't care too much about the rest." Wang Quanming said nonchalantly, wiping the blood off his forehead.

Seeing that the platoon leader was still hesitant, Wang Quanming said sharply: "I order you to attack immediately!"

"Yes!"

Watching the platoon leader and a few soldiers start to move forward, Wang Quan took out a pack of shriveled cigarettes from his pocket, lit the last cigarette and took a few puffs, and then re-flashed the MP40 submachine gun in his hand. Take a magazine.

He looked at the submachine gun in his hand and nodded in satisfaction. This thing is a good thing, and it was sent by the senior officer of the Liantai militia a few days ago.

The gun is a good gun, with a fast rate of fire, low recoil, and strong firepower. Even if the number is a little small, their entire division only sent less than a hundred guns.

After taking two more puffs of cigarettes, Wang Quanming saw that his comrades had touched the Japanese army's firepower point less than 100 meters away, so he threw away half of the remaining cigarettes, raised his submachine gun and fired at the Japanese army. pull the trigger...

Yangping Town Temporary Joint Headquarters
The atmosphere here changed from the usual leisurely, to extremely tense. Dozens of staff officers were busy with their respective affairs with nervous expressions.

"What... the position is lost, what are you fucking doing? It's strange, I tell you... Whoever loses the position will take it back. If anyone dares to abandon the position without authorization, don't blame me for not talking about brothers feelings!"

After cursing together, Tang Huaiyuan put down the phone angrily, went to a table beside him and sat down.

Not far away, Brigadier Chen also came over just after making a phone call.

Looking at the two people with unhappy faces, Gao Hongming was thinking about the map. He smiled and took out a cigarette and handed it to the two of them, "Both officers, don't get too angry. In war, there are winners and losers. I lost my place, and I'll just find it tomorrow."

"That's what you say, but who can care less when things come to an end?" Tang Huaiyuan shook his head helplessly, took the cigarette and grabbed the lighter on the table, lit it for Brigadier Chen first, then for himself, and finally Just about to put the lighter in his pocket.

Before he could put it down, Gao Hongming said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Tang, don't go too far, you count yourself... how many lighters have you favored me these days?"

Tang Huaiyuan smiled awkwardly, put the turkey in his pocket back on the table, and said haha: "Ah... this person, he has a bad memory when he is very old, and he always thinks it is his own lighter, what a joke... what a joke. "

Brigadier Chen chuckled: "I said, Chief Tang, I don't think you have a bad memory. According to Brother Gao, it's selective amnesia. Otherwise, try putting your own stuff on the table, I'm sure You remember it better than anyone else!"

"Hahaha..." All three of them laughed loudly, and the originally tense atmosphere eased up.

Tang Huaiyuan took a deep breath, "Just now Cun Xingqi reported to me that the Japanese army's offensive has become more violent. Today's offensive was launched by the Devil's 31st Division. At the beginning, two regiments were invested, against the 34th and 35th divisions respectively. The regiment launched a fierce attack, and the casualties of the two regiments reached one battalion in just one morning. The 12th Division can't last long if it goes on like this. I plan to let Li Shilong's [-]th Division go up and replace the [-]th Division for a few days. What do you think? Sample?"

Gao Hongming and Brigadier Chen pondered. Counting from the meeting of the three parties, Cun Xingqi led the No.12 Division to Guojialing for ten days. In addition, since the beginning of the Zhongtiaoshan Battle, the No.12 Division has been fighting continuously For half a month.

Whether it was the previous battle or the encirclement of the 31st and 37th divisions in the past two days, the No.12 division performed well.

But also because of the continuous fighting for so long, all the officers and soldiers of the [-]th Division are actually exhausted, and the casualties of the officers and soldiers of the whole division have reached one-third, it is time to take a rest.

Gao Hongming nodded slowly: "I think it's okay. Master Cun and the brothers of the [-]th Division have been working too hard these days. It's time for them to withdraw and rest for a few days. But what I'm worried about is that even if the [-]th Division is transferred up, Facing the attack of the devil's two divisions, how long can he last?"

(End of this chapter)