At Jiangdu Fairy Temple, the 111th Division of the 57th Army is preparing for the attack.
Yangzhou had fallen. The Japs landed at Huojiaqiao and formed a pincer attack on the 111th Division. Commander Chang of the 111th Division had to withdraw his troops and stand firm in the Fairy Temple area.
But obviously the little Japanese did not stop because they captured Yangzhou, but pursued the victory.
Thousands of Japanese soldiers rushed toward the Fairy Temple with murderous intent. Teacher Chang looked through the binoculars with a serious look on his face.
If the weapons and equipment between him and the Jaap were similar, he would still have a 50-50 split in this battle, but the Japs were well-equipped and had great advantages in individual combat. He didn't know how long he could withstand this battle.
In the battle of Yangzhou, the 111th Division had lost nearly one-third of its troops, and the number of wounded was nearly a thousand.
Even among the soldiers who were defending the position at this time, one out of ten soldiers had minor injuries.
"Master, you see, the kid has started to set up artillery positions again."
At this moment, one of Commander Chang's staff members pointed to a high ground in the distance, where the little devil was pulling heavy artillery pieces up the mountain.
Commander Chang looked in the direction directed by the staff, and saw that, as expected, the little devil had chosen that location to set up an artillery position.
In other words, Commander Chang had expected it before, but that position could not be defended at all.
First, the highland is more than five hundred meters away from the Fairy Temple, and second, the height of the hill is only about seven or eight meters, and there is no obstruction on the mountain that can be used as a shelter, and the entire area is only three meters About a hundred square meters.
In such a small area, not even a platoon of troops can be accommodated, and it is a small isolated high ground. Leaving the soldiers there will only lead to death.
So Commander Chang could only watch helplessly at this time. Of course, if there were cannons, he would definitely hit her. For such a small artillery position, as long as there is a howitzer over 120 mm, one shot can overturn the entire position.
But it is a pity that the 111th Division's artillery shells were all used up when the Japanese attacked Yangzhou.
In Yangzhou, the 111th Division held on for a day and a night, but no one knew how the 111th Division got through that day and night.
Therefore, facing the 111th Division that lacked heavy weapons, Commander Chang was also a clever woman who could not make a plan without rice.
"Tell the brothers to dig the trench deeper."
Commander Chang gave the order helplessly, because it was almost useless. The area near Yangzhou was also washed by rivers, and the soil was very soft. I was afraid that after a round of Japanese shelling, the trenches would be filled up. Before, many soldiers were killed like this. Buried in the dirt and sacrificed.
But there is no way, because if they don't dig deep, they may not be able to survive even one round of shelling.
Therefore, Commander Chang could only order the soldiers to dig the trenches deeper and wait for the next round of shelling to continue digging.
He didn't know how long such a passive battle would last. Shangfeng said there would be reinforcements, but so far he has not seen any sign of reinforcements.
He knew that perhaps there would be no reinforcements in this life, because if there were enough troops, they would probably fall to Nanjing instead of supporting Yangzhou.
Beep! Beep! ...
Suddenly, just as Commander Chang was staring at the battlefield with a solemn expression, a convoy of vehicles stopped on the battlefield as if they were in a deserted area.
"Whose car? Let them leave quickly, the little devils are going to shell them."
Commander Chang frowned, because he saw that the Japanese had set up an artillery position and were about to bombard it. At this time, a line of civilian vehicles actually drove to the position. Isn't this a joke?
Commander Chang sent his adjutant to stop him, but he didn't expect that the soldiers of the 111th Division had already let him go.
At this time, the leader was wearing a suit and a black woolen coat. He walked with a windy pace, as if he didn't recognize his relatives.
Teacher Chang felt that the other party must have never been beaten severely by Heise, otherwise how could he dare to walk like this?
But his soldiers seemed to accept this trick, and some of them were even saluting each other.
Commander Chang was very angry. Seeing that his soldiers could not stop the other party, he went to stop him personally. He wanted to see who the other party was.
"Hey, who are you? This is a battlefield and you don't want your life?"
Teacher Chang stepped forward and scolded loudly.
But at this moment, the young man in the coat just smiled evilly.
"Be polite to the commissioner."
At this moment, it was Wang Zhongxin who scolded.
Although Wang Zhongxin has a low military rank and is only a lieutenant colonel, he is a military commander.
So when he faced Mr. Chang, he didn't take it seriously at all. What's more, he was following Duanwu this time, so there was nothing to fear.
At the same time, Commander Chang was stunned for a moment, because this was wartime, and if there were any special commissioners, they would have run away long ago. How could they come to the front line to die?
Moreover, the other party was simply too young, so young that he could not believe that the other party could be a special correspondent.
Commander Chang said solemnly: "Since you are a special commissioner, you should not come here. This is a battlefield. After the enemy's shelling, you don't know if anyone is alive in the entire position. What are you doing here?"
"Huh? What about you?"
Wang Zhongxin was about to reprimand Commander Chang, but Duanwu waved his hand to stop Wang Zhongxin, and then said with a slow smile: "Retreat."
"What? Retreat?"
Teacher Chang was surprised, because this is not a joke? The little devil's morale is high at this time. Do you think you can retreat if you retreat?
Commander Chang said: "Commissioner, this is a battlefield, not a place for joking."
Duanwu smiled, and just stretched out his hand, and the old abacus beside him handed over a pen and paper.
Dragon Boat Festival scribbled four words and signaled to Mr. Chang: "Send someone to send it over."
Teacher Chang took the note doubtfully and was about to open it to read, but at this moment, Duanwu suddenly said: "Don't open it, it won't work if you open it."
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Teacher Chang was speechless and thought to himself: Do you think I am a three-year-old child?
And what if you are sending information to the Japanese?
Duanwu saw Master Chang's little thoughts and said with a smile: "Just four words, what information can be conveyed? And I am right here. If the Japanese fire, we will die together, haha!"
Teacher Chang frowned because his thoughts were seen through by the other party, and he felt that what the other party said made sense. If the young man in front of him is really a spy, then he will die on the battlefield like himself. What's more, the Japanese army had an absolute advantage at this time. Even without intelligence, the Japanese army would definitely win.
Then Master Chang shouted: "Who dares to go to the Japanese to deliver a message?"
"I!"
"I!"
"And I!......"
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Before Commander Chang finished speaking, the officers and soldiers around him rushed to ask for help.
But everyone knows that going there may lead to a narrow escape from death. Because everyone knows the cruelty of the little devils, and they will not talk about the two countries fighting each other without killing each other, so this trip will most likely end with no return! ...
