Half of the mountain faces the sea.
The wind rustled the bushes around everyone.
In front of you are golden beaches and endless sea.
On the beach, the team of armed men and horses looked so abrupt and dazzling.
It's like an ugly graffiti has been painted on top of a beautiful picture.
"boom!"
The shell gun in the hand of Battalion Commander Qian fired. This was the signal to open fire!
"Tu tu tu tu!"
Maxim screamed and spit out the flames of death. Within the scope of the fire, the members of the Neon Task Force fell to the ground one after another...
"boom"
"boom"
The Chinese soldiers in the hands of the National Army brothers fired sequentially, which was full of rhythm and rhythm.
Ma Xiaoguang specially borrowed a medium-sized rifle from Battalion Commander Qian, and now he is an ordinary soldier with a volley rifle.
Caught off guard, the Neon Task Force was hit hard in the head.
He was taken away immediately.
However, after all, their individual soldiers were of excellent quality, and they quickly stabilized their position under the command of captain Mitsuo Yamada.
"Don't be chaotic. Use squads and detachments as units to organize troops to fight back on the spot!"
Yamada Mitsuo hid behind a big rock and gave instructions to several squad leaders in a deep voice.
The Neon Task Force's tactical execution was quite good, and soon various squads and detachments organized firepower and began to counterattack the national army.
The neon soldiers' individual tactical qualities were indeed excellent, especially their marksmanship. Coupled with the unique accuracy of the Type 38 rifle, the two sides soon became inseparable.
Moreover, the Neon Task Force is also blessed with the "Grenade", a unique weapon of the Neon Army. This weapon is especially effective against machine gun positions.
"boom"
"Boom boom"
After several loud noises, black smoke rose from the machine gun positions on the national army's preset positions.
Several soldiers from the machine gun squad fell in a pool of blood.
"Replace the heavy machine gun! Continue to suppress, the gunfire cannot stop!"
"The light machine gun changes its position and continues shooting!"
Camp Commander Qian's eyes were burning and he ordered loudly.
Taking advantage of this wave of turmoil in the national army position, part of the Neon Task Force had already launched a countercharge under the cover of fire!
Bayonets are like a forest, and the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer!
"Damn it! Liu Datou, what are you doing for food? Send the Japanese back to me!"
Upon seeing this, Battalion Commander Qian became even more angry and cursed angrily at First Company Commander Liu Datong (nicknamed Liu Datou).
"Brothers, carry one head on two shoulders, mount your bayonets, and charge me!"
Company Commander Liu also became angry, quickly put the bayonet on the rifle in his hand, said hello to the brothers in his company, and took the lead in rushing out of the trench.
Ma Xiaoguang's fighting position was on the first company position. Seeing this, he did not hesitate. He jumped up and rushed out of the trench with Captain Liu.
"kill!"
Suddenly the sound of killing was loud on the battlefield, and the two sides began to engage in hand-to-hand combat.
For a moment, there were shouts of death, the sound of weapons clashing, screams, gunshots... all kinds of sounds suddenly mixed together and made one sound.
Like everyone else, Ma Xiaoguang and Company Commander Liu were back to back, holding rifles with red eyes. There was almost no enemy in front of them...
The battle lasted for more than an hour until noon.
Battalion Commander Qian and Ma Xiaoguang led their brothers in pursuit all the way to the beach.
It's a pity that we are in the army and don't have a boat. In the end, we had to let Yamada Mitsuo lead the remaining task force to fight and retreat on the boat to escape.
"Alas! The chess piece was just one miss!"
Battalion Commander Qian took off his military cap and sighed with some annoyance.
"Don't be discouraged. There will be many opportunities to kill the Japanese in the future. This time is not bad. In a hurry, we were able to achieve a close one-to-one exchange ratio, which is better than many brother troops."
"And the most important thing is that we smashed the Japanese task force's conspiracy to sneak into Xiangshan from here. Now that we are prepared, there will be no danger in Banbianshan for the time being..."
Ma Xiaoguang patted Commander Qian on the shoulder and comforted him while handing him a Hardman.
"Oh, what a pity for our brothers."
Lao Qian nodded, took the cigarette, looked back at the position, and shook his head sadly.
Not far away, Captain Liu was still sitting on the ground. He was covered in blood, and the medical soldiers were debriding and bandaging him.
"Is Lao Liu okay?"
Ma Xiaoguang went over and asked with concern.
"It's not a big problem. Damn you little devil, you are so desperate to fight with a bayonet. You are simply not human! Hiss... I told you to be gentle."
Company Commander Liu kept chattering while answering Ma Xiaoguang's words. It was obvious that the bandage was still quite painful.
A few people were talking and discussing the gains and losses of this blocking battle. Fatty and the telegraph soldier also came to the beach together.
"...Qian Deguang Battalion is specially ordered to station on the spot in Banbianshan and Chaijia Village!"
This is the order given by the intelligence soldier to the 194th Division Headquarters, Battalion Commander Qian.
"If something happens at home, go back to your second uncle's house as soon as possible."
This is the telegram that Fatty handed to Ma Xiaoguang.
——This means that if there is a new situation, he is required to go back quickly and contact Ningbo Station as soon as possible.
The military situation is like a fire, so naturally we can't say goodbye.
After telling Lao Qian and Lao Liu, Ma Xiaoguang hurried to Ningbo with the fat man.
Now that the general problems on Banbian Mountain have been solved and the task has been basically completed, Commander Ma can go with peace of mind...
Shopkeeper Luo and Brother Guishou naturally stayed to deal with the aftermath.
Regarding the "eye of formation" in Banbianshan, two people from the world still need to contact Daochang Liu of Jingming Road.
In addition, there is still money in the cellar of Chaijia Village, and they have to deal with it properly with Lao Qian...
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty hurriedly hurriedly waited until the next morning before returning to Ningbo.
"We won't go to Tianning Temple. We'll go directly to the contact point first."
After entering the city, Ma Xiaoguang whispered to the fat man.
The fat man nodded and said, "Yes, let's go to contact point No. 2... it seems to be a restaurant. I happened to have been traveling all night and didn't eat breakfast. My chest is touching my back."
The restaurant the fat man was talking about was the famous century-old restaurant in Ningbo - Zhuangyuanlou.
Zhuangyuanlou is located at No. 16 Rixin Street, Ningbo. It was founded in the 50th year of Qianlong's reign (1785). The Yongbang cuisine here is the most authentic.
For two foodies, this meeting place was well chosen.
The lobby of Zhuangyuan Building.
The waiter was quite discerning, and he greeted the two party-state elites as soon as they entered the door.
Although it is still a while before lunch time, as a professional waiter, you must follow the principle of putting customers first when doing business.
Although he is dusty, Chief Ma, who has the aura of pig's feet and does not deliberately change his clothes in a low-key manner, is so distinctive and outstanding wherever he goes.
"Hello, gentlemen, what can I do for you?"
The waiter came forward and greeted.
"Find a clean and elegant room... if you have any good food, hurry up and get some."
Ma Xiaoguang walked in front with a pace that he didn't recognize his relatives.
The fat man walked behind to contact the waiter.
The waiter enthusiastically introduced: "Don't worry, Ala's serves authentic Yongbang cuisine. Rock-sugar turtle, yellow croaker in large soup, pot-roasted river eel, Ning-style shredded eel... are all our signature dishes!"
The fat man glanced at the waiter, curled his lips and asked calmly: "Pretty good, pretty good... Is there any fat loss in the ninth revolution?"
Hearing the fat man's question, the waiter's face changed slightly and he quickly took the two of them to the second floor.
