Li Yukui, deputy commander of the Shadow Rapid Reaction Force, led a company in a car and escorted the heroes of the 700th Regiment to Oil City.
They will take a transport plane from Oil City Airport and fly to the Northeast Field Hospital for treatment.
Guan Jiaming sat in the car.
Compared with the temperature outside, which was more than 20 degrees below zero, they were much warmer in the car.
Outside the window, on both sides of the road are black fields covered in silver.
Guan Jiaming pursed his chapped lips with his tongue. He looked at Li Yukui who was driving and whispered, "Sir, thank you."
"I thought the brothers and I would just arrive at the station today..."
He looked back at Huzi, who was lying on the hygienist's lap behind the car, "Huzi, wake up for me, don't fall asleep, you won't be able to wake up if you fall asleep..."
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Li Yukui held the steering wheel with both hands.
He looked at Guan Jiaming and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, we're late."
Guan Jiaming shook his head quickly, "It's not too late. You didn't abandon us. If you can come, it's not too late."
On the road to Oil City, Li Yukui suddenly slowed down.
Guan Jiaming and the Sichuan Army heroes sitting in the car scrambled to look out the window.
Rows of cars, transport trucks, and tanks parked on the side of the road to make way for the convoy heading to Oil City.
Next to each military vehicle stood several soldiers from the Northeast Field Army.
When Li Yukui's vehicle passed by the convoy, the soldiers of the Northeast Army standing in front of the vehicle saluted the withdrawing 700 regiment.
A motorcade stopped along the road and blew its whistle.
Guan Jiaming was stunned.
All the heroes of the Sichuan Army who withdrew from the Bei'an Town position burst into tears.
They looked at the military vehicles heading towards the battlefield and saluted the soldiers who saluted them along the way.
Behind those transport vehicles were towed Type 63 107mm rocket launchers.
Every transport carriage towing rocket launchers was filled with ammunition boxes.
On the carriages of those transport vehicles, there were clearly written words: 101st Division Artillery Brigade.
Guan Jiaming's Adam's apple surged, and he really wanted to rush to the front line with the soldiers again and fight the Japanese again! !
The convoy heading to Bei'an Town stretched for more than ten kilometers.
This scene.
All the soldiers who retreated from the 700 regiment were dumbfounded.
From jeeps to transporters, from transporters to tanks parked on the side of the road...
They had lost count of how many cars and tanks were parked on the roadside.
Such a lineup made every Sichuan army brother who retreated feel excited.
Li Yukui looked out the window at the soldiers on the roadside.
There is an artillery brigade attached to the 101st Division of the First Army.
There are two regiments of the Sichuan Army's independent 2nd Column 701 Division.
There is a group army armored brigade...
There are three regiments of the independent 2nd Column 702 Division...
There are Liu Qian, commander of the independent 2nd column, and Xia Xun, chief of staff.
It was learned that after the 2nd Column suffered heavy losses in Bei'an Town, two regiments of the 604th Division came to reinforce...
Not to mention that Guan Jiaming was very shocked when he saw this kind of battle.
Even Liu Qian, the commander of the Independent 2nd Column, was very confused.
This battle...
It was even scarier than when he was gathering in Crane City.
Every face standing in front of him was full of murderous intent.
Looking at the tanks and rocket launchers covered with rainproof cloth, Liu Qian straightened his back.
Out of business.
When I was beaten outside, someone supported me.
He stopped Li Yukui's car.
After saluting Li Yukui, he walked to the passenger seat.
Before Liu Qian could open the door, Guan Jiaming quickly jumped out of the car. He stood at attention and saluted Liu Qian, "Commander."
"I'm sorry for embarrassing the Sichuan Army."
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Liu Qian looked solemn.
He saluted Guan Jiaming and said, "Brothers, you are doing well!"
"You didn't embarrass the Sichuan Army."
"You are heroes."
He pointed to the motorcade parked on the roadside and said, "Did you see that everyone is saluting you?"
"We received an order to go to Bei'an Town to accept the mission."
"You go back and recover from your injuries. My brothers and I will go and avenge you!!"
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Guan Jiaming stood at attention and saluted, "Yes!"
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Liu Qian helped Guan Jiaming get into the car.
He watched the convoy leave.
Then he quickly returned to the car, and the motorcade parked on the roadside began to move slowly.
Head quickly towards Bei'an Town.
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The soldiers of the Shadow Rapid Reaction Force placed the sacrificed soldiers of the 700th Regiment on a flat ground.
From time to time there are cruising fighter jets flying over in the sky.
There were fighter jets cruising in the sky, and the Japanese's artillery was all muted, and they did not dare to make any sound.
They dared to continue bombing Bei'an Town.
If you can fire the first shell, you will never be able to fire the second.
Ye Anran and Zhang Xiaoliu carried the frozen hero's body and placed it on the ground.
Zhang Xiaoliu's expression was stiff.
He looked at the soldiers lying on the ground. Some of them looked only eighteen or nineteen years old.
He was breathing heavily.
Then there was a bang and he sat in the snow nest.
Ye Anran looked at Zhang Xiaoliu's solemn expression.
He was calm.
The battle at Yuguan.
At the critical moment, he took the people and fled back to Peking.
The incident at Beidaying plus the escape from Yuguan.
This kid just deserves a beating.
Zhang Xiaoliu sat in the snow nest and looked up at Ye Anran, "What do you want to do next?"
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He climbed out of his snow nest.
"Still fighting?"
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Ye Anran twitched the corner of his mouth and pointed to the crater two meters away from him and one and a half meters deep.
"Still fighting?"
He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "From today on, there will no longer be the city of Ice City in the entire Puppet Manchuria."
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Zhang Xiaoliu took a deep breath.
"The Japanese will not give up Bingcheng easily."
"Don't rush in without complete preparation..."
As he finished speaking, the roar of tanks suddenly came from the distant road.
Zhang Xiaoliu followed the voice and looked.
Tanks and trucks were lining up from the direction of Oil City.
Among those tanks, military trucks followed one after another...
Behind each military truck is a Type 63 107mm rocket launcher.
The corner of Zhang Xiaoliu's mouth twitched, and he pointed at the wheelbarrow-sized things on the back of those trucks, "What is that?"
Ye Anran handed him the binoculars.
Zhang Xiaoliu caught the telescope. He looked at the words 101st Division Artillery Brigade spray-painted on the carriage, and then looked at the wheelbarrow covered by a tarpaulin behind the truck. His jaw almost dropped.
"What is that?"
He looked at Ye Anran doubtfully, "Did you lose the watermelon and pick up the sesame seeds?"
He had seen the power of the 150mm howitzer.
As soon as the cannon fires, all the ants within a hundred meters radius will die without a burial place.
Suddenly seeing that there was no 150 howitzer in the whole row of convoys, Zhang Xiaoliu took a deep breath and said, "Pull it?"
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Ye Anran nodded.
"That thing is too heavy and not conducive to the transfer of rain and snow."
"In addition, the cost is high, so we bought some smaller cannons for the artillery brigade."
"How about you, Marshal, support me with some more money?"
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Zhang Xiaoliu:......
He gave himself a backhand slap.
Pooh!
Talkative.
He rolled his eyes at Ye Anran and sighed: "That thing of yours doesn't look as powerful as a mortar..."
Zhang Xiaoliu pointed to the bomb crater beside him, "The enemy's cannon is 105 at first glance. That thing of yours may not be useful..."
Without waiting for Ye Anran to speak.
Ma Jinhai kicked Zhang Xiaoliu, who had just stood up, into the snowy nest, "If you can't speak, shut up."
"How do these people fight, do they need your teaching?!"
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Ye Anran:......
Second brother!
Awesome.
