Just like that, it increased by thirty tons?
Yan Laoxi gritted his teeth and was too angry to let go.
Lin Zhong smiled and was about to speak when suddenly Yan Laoxi responded: "I agree!"
Helpless, if you still disagree with this guy and raise the price later, who can you talk to to reason?
Lin Zhong smiled and said: "Thank you first, Mr. Yan. I will arrange for people to go to Yangquan to rescue people immediately!"
"My new brigade will do its best!"
"On behalf of the people of Yangquan, I would like to thank you very much." Yan Laoxi said solemnly.
Then the two hung up the phone.
Lin Zhong frowned. Eighty tons of steel was enough for a military factory, but the Battle of Yangquan...
Zhou Weiguo on the side also frowned as he heard the conversation between the two clearly.
"Brigadier Commander, we have received reports from the front line during the Battle of Yangquan. The west city has been defeated, and the two northeastern city gates are in danger. Only the position at the south city gate is still holding firm."
"And it is said that this time the Japanese sent out hundreds of tanks and defeated them. We really..."
Just thinking about Zhou Weiguo gave him a headache. There was fighting for dozens of miles around a battlefield of 100,000 people.
Can the new brigade really get started in such a battle?
Lin Zhong stared at the map and analyzed the situation, and his brows relaxed a bit as he thought about it.
Turning to face Zhou Weiguo, "The situation is not as bad as we thought. As long as we use a quick reaction force to quickly insert into the battlefield, we can save the life of the West City Gate position!"
"We don't have much time. We only need to keep Yangquan alive for three days. Reinforcements from that guy Yan Laoxi will naturally arrive by then, and we can just leave at that time."
Zhou Weiguo was stunned, "Brigade Commander, how do you know that there will be reinforcements then?"
Lin Zhong said in a deep voice: "Do you think Shancheng will ignore Yangquan?"
"Without Yangquan, the national army will no longer have any say in northwest Shanxi."
"It's impossible that the few people in the mountain city don't know about this situation."
"In three days at most, I guess the army will arrive!"
After saying that, Lin Zhong immediately roared: "Duan Peng!"
"Give me the order!"
"Let Chen Qing lead the tank regiment to Yangquan West City immediately!"
"Also, free up all the military trucks in Heiyun Village and order all the troops to gather from the playground, and tell the soldiers to throw away all the useless stuff and bring the big guys with me!"
Duan Peng realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately saluted: "It's the brigade commander!"
Zhou Weiguo on the side swallowed his saliva. He had never seen such a scene since he called the New First Brigade.
Lin Zhong patted Zhou Weiguo on the shoulder and chuckled: "Weiguo, it's time for these brats to see a large-scale battlefield with heavy troops. When will they grow up when they have always been fighting in small quantities in the past?"
Zhou Weiguo was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
"Weiguo, this time our new brigade is going to be like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the Japanese at the west city gate, fast, steady and ruthless!" Lin Zhong's eyes gradually turned cold.
A quick reaction force composed of hundreds of military trucks can reach Yangquan in less than three hours!
Half an hour later.
Chen Qing looked at the eighty heavy tanks parked in the back mountain and panicked. Remember that there were only forty tanks originally, right?
Why did it suddenly become eighty?
The soldiers behind him were also shocked, "Captain, what are you doing? There are only forty of us here."
Chen Qing paused and said happily: "It seems we can only transfer people from the reserve team."
The reserve team is mostly made up of substitutes, and they can generally only play after a regular player is injured or killed.
"Including some of the armored vehicles we captured before, I will command hundreds of tanks to fight?"
"It's great! No matter what the little devil is this time, it's up to me whether I can get rid of him or not!"
...
At the Daya Bay headquarters, the conversation between Lin Zhong and Yan Laoxi was transferred from here. Naturally, the conversation between the two was clearly heard.
The boss put down the phone and looked complicated for a moment.
"Eighty tons of steel..."
"This guy is really not polite at all..." The boss shook his head and smiled.
Staff Officer Zuo said: "Boss, can Lin Zhong's new brigade be successful? If not, we can join a brigade."
"And this guy Lin Zhong can't really leave Yangquan..."
The boss nodded, "You are right, but we need to believe in Lin Zhong, and we can only believe in Lin Zhong now!"
"As long as Lin Zhong succeeds in this battle, we will also give our headquarters face!"
There is another more important reason why the boss asked Lin Zhong to go to Yangquan, and that is to participate in a real war!
Without entering the flames, there is no nirvana.
The boss walked out of the wooden door of the headquarters and looked up in the direction of Heiyun Village. His mind was filled with thoughts.
"This kid turned into a dragon when he was young. He should be proud of you when he sees it." As he said this, the corner of the boss's mouth rose a little.
...
Yangquan.
Boom boom boom!
The area around Yangquan was covered in blood for dozens of miles.
Looking down from the city gate, there are stumps everywhere and the sound of artillery fire is constant.
There were less than two thousand people guarding the west gate position. The brigade commander fled, the first regiment commander died in the battle, the third regiment commander and the Japanese died together, and the fourth regiment commander died in the battle.
Now Zhang Wanlin, the commander of the Second Regiment, is the only one holding his position.
"No, captain, we can't stand it any longer!"
"The Japanese tanks are coming up again!" the communications soldier quickly jumped into a trench and reported.
Zhang Wanlin sat slumped in the trench, letting shells pass one after another in the sky above his head.
He lit a cigarette, as if he had taken life and death lightly, and listened to the correspondent's report as if he was calm.
die? He has become numb. In his eyes, death is nothing more than normal.
"Yeah, I got it." Zhang Wanlin said lightly, and then added: "Go and inform the commander in the city. Just say that Zhang Wanlin has led the soldiers to serve the party and the country. If the West Gate does not have support, it will be attacked by the Japanese within three hours." Break through.”
"Go ahead."
Zhang Wanlin glanced at the correspondent and saw that his eyes were red and motionless, and he was a little angry, "Why, do you still want me to invite you to get up?"
Finally, the correspondent couldn't hold it any longer and burst into tears, his voice trembling, "Captain, why don't you go report it and I'll lead the charge."
The correspondent knew that Zhang Wanlin was going to use that trick again. To put it simply, he led people to form one death squad after another and rushed to the Japanese tank, opened the tank cover and threw the grenade inside.
Such a suicidal style of play meant that most of the soldiers were smashed to pieces by the tanks before they could reach them, but some were lucky and successful.
It was precisely because of this style of play that he, the commander of the second regiment, allowed the western position to remain until now. Otherwise, it would have been lost long ago when their brigade commander fled.
Zhang Wanlin took a final puff of cigarette, spit it out, then threw the cigarette on the ground and said, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you anymore, go ahead."
Finally, the correspondent stood up crying and was about to leave.
"Oh, by the way, stay alive." Zhang Wansen shouted to the correspondent who had already stood up. After saying that, he took a few grenades on the ground and led a wave of hundreds of death squads towards the tank group.
