Chapter 7 Man Jianghong (No. 6 Middle School)

About five minutes later, Zhang Songling, with two platoons of brothers, quietly climbed out of the trench. In addition to the rifle in his hand and the broadsword behind his back, each brother had a crappy canvas pocket on his chest. The pockets were specially equipped by the Japanese army for grenadiers, and each pocket was divided into eight small compartments, which could hold eight 91-style grenades. However, for the sake of lightness, Zhang Songling only allowed his brothers to fill four pieces into the bag, and the other four cells were filled with dry wooden strips removed from the ammunition box.

Lao Gou stood on the edge of the outermost trench and watched Zhang Songling leave. All the remaining brothers of the secret service group were woken up by him and dragged to the outermost trench in the north. At this moment, on the edge of the trench in front of everyone, there were more than a dozen sticks of wood lying horizontally, some wrapped in rags and shredded paper at the top, and some were not wrapped in anything, but only a few slashes with bayonets, so that the fibers of the wood scattered and burst out so that they could be ignited at any time.

Li Qingfeng took out a six-point five-millimeter bullet for the 38 guns, bit the bullet with his teeth, and carefully shook the cartridge case with his hands. After a few successive shakes, the warhead and the shell were separated into two parts. He held up the shell and looked at it, carefully pouring the granular gunpowder onto the wooden bar in front of him.

The other brothers were inspired to use their teeth and fingers to disassemble the six-point-and-five-millimeter bullets seized last night. The warhead of this bullet is relatively long and easy to bite with teeth. So it's also easier to spin it apart. Soon, most of the sticks were stained with black gunpowder particles, which were blown by the night wind, giving off a strong smell of sulfur.

"Ahh Someone sneezed heavily, then looked around apologetically and continued to try to disassemble the bullet. The most important thing for the secret service group at this time is the three or eight bullets. The only thing everyone can do for Zhang Xiaofat is to disassemble the bullet. At a certain moment in the agreement, a large number of wooden bars were set on fire, interfering with the concentration and judgment of the Japanese troops, making them unable to figure out the exact number of Chinese reinforcements. This is a ghost idea that Zhang Xiaofat suddenly thought of before leaving, and no one is sure whether it will work or not.

Let's hope this trick has the desired effect! All prayed silently in their hearts. At the bottom of the hill, where the gunshots rang out, the ghost soldiers who suddenly appeared trapped the two battalion commanders of the special service group. Zhang Xiaopang took the initiative to ask Ying to take two platoons of brothers to the rescue, but the result was unpredictable. All the brothers who prayed silently in the trenches knew what it would mean to the secret service in case the rescue failed! And the little fat man Zhang who shoulders everyone's expectations is said to be in his early seventeens, and he has been in the army for less than four months!

Can his still immature shoulders take on such a heavy task? What exactly did he do, and how could he be so bold? Will he get hurt? Can he come back alive and continue to help everyone write letters and draw talismans?! God, you must let him come back alive! Whether the mission is completed successfully or not! He is a reading seed, and there is a reading seed blessed by Wenqu Xing on the top of his head!

"Didi, Didi-" A dragon-like suona suddenly emerged from the sound of gunfire and pierced the sky. This was followed by a series of grenade explosions, "Boom, boom!" "The earth shook and the mountains shook. Then, countless torches suddenly lit up somewhere two and a half miles away, dispelling the boundless darkness. Everyone seemed to see it, but in fact, no one saw it, Zhang Xiaofat waved a big knife and led the brothers to rush towards the devil.

At such a distance, of course, no one can see it. But everyone was stimulated by the battle scene they imagined, and their palms were sweating and their bodies were shaking. So much so that he didn't even hear the "ignition" order of the regiment commander Gou. It wasn't until Lao Gou pulled out the box cannon and fired a shot into the sky that he suddenly came back to his senses, picked up his rifle, and shot a bullet that had already pulled out the bullet and shot it at the gunpowder pile in front of them.

"Whew!" The blazing light of the fire jumped up in an instant, stretching into a dazzling long snake that lay in front of the trench on the north side. All the sticks of wood were ignited by gunpowder, and smoke rose in the middle of the flames, reaching into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the small hill where the Walnut Orchard camp was located was surrounded by a fire dragon. The head was burning fiercely, and the tail was shaking up and down, and the surrounding mountains and trees seemed to come to life, jumping and dancing.

Echoing the fire dragon at the top, at a specific location at the bottom of the hill, there were also countless torches burning, and the flames of nearly 100 meters of continuous fire rolled back and forth in the night wind, like an angry giant beast.

The teeth of the giant beast were made up of a dozen large blades. In order to ensure the success of the rescue mission to the greatest extent, Li Qingfeng, the commander of the third battalion, drew almost all the veterans of the battalion to Zhang Songling to lead. These veterans worked hard to be clean and neat, and almost every time they slashed, they could make the little devil's rifle and person become four halves at the same time.

Zhang Songling followed closely behind the first attack echelon, carrying two box cannons in his hands, and firing his bow left and right. At this time, he was unable to pursue the hit rate at all, and completely relied on the rapid firepower of the box gun to suppress the opponent. As soon as the two devil soldiers raised their three or eight guns, they were swept to the ground by him with a string of bullets, and one devil second lieutenant, holding a command knife, tried to organize a counterattack, and was swept by the box cannon in his left hand, from the right lower abdomen to the left shoulder.

"Ah——!h The devil lieutenant held the knife in both hands, and his body kept shaking. He refused to believe the fact that he had been hit, but there were five or six single holes in his body, and blood was coming out at the same time. Jumping and trembling a few times, he finally exhausted the strength of his whole body, and fell down with one hand on his back.

"Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong" "Ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong" A class of brothers who followed closely behind Zhang Songling was also a box cannon in his hand, and no one stopped to aim, completely relying on his feeling to strafe in the direction where the devil was running. The continuous firepower beat the devils into a daze, and they couldn't tell how many reinforcements were killed on the mountain, and they couldn't think of a way to deal with it in a short time.

"Grenades, blow the fuck!" The bullet in the box cannon quickly emptied, Zhang Songling inserted it back into his waist, easily pulled out two forty-eight petals from the canvas bag on his chest, unscrewed the safety cover, hit it head to head, and then threw it continuously on the heads of a group of devils in front of him.

"Boom!" "Boom!" After the grenade landed, it exploded, and nearly 100 shrapnel exploded in all directions, blowing up the surrounding little devils like lotus leaves in a storm.

A dozen strong brothers who followed him took out a grenade from their chests, unscrewed the safety cover, knocked it on the handle of the barge gun, and then quickly threw the grenade at the devil twenty meters away.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" It is worthy of being a treasure that the little devil spent a lot of effort to create, and more than a dozen ninety-one types exploded continuously, emptying the whole piece of the devils around everyone when they landed. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the devils were blown up, Zhang Songling pulled out the box cannon again, alternated his hands to replace them with new magazines, and shouted loudly while shooting: "Brothers, the regiment commander asked us to pick you up!" Rush to the torches, our machine guns will answer you! ”

"Brothers, rush to the torches, there's our machine guns over there!" The veterans who rushed to the front also shouted in unison, and the big blade in their hands did not pause at all, and when they saw the little devil, they stabbed the other party from the head to the lower abdomen.

"Brothers, rush to the torches, there's our machine guns over there!" The brothers behind Zhang Songling also opened their throats and shouted while changing the magazine. Send the sound all over the hillside.

The brothers of the secret service group who were deeply encircled had already heard the sound of suona and explosions here. Immediately gathered together, and under the organization of Wang Tiehan, rushed to the brightest position of the fire. There were piles of wooden sticks that Zhang Songling and others had brought down from the camp, which were particularly eye-catching against the background of the surrounding night.

The little devils also heard the shouts of reinforcements, and although they didn't understand the meaning, they could see some clues from the actions of the surrounded. Squadron Leader Takahashi Jiro immediately made a decision, and divided half of the squadron of little devils from his command, avoiding the sharp edge of reinforcements, and went straight to the brightest part of the fire. He was ready to extinguish the fires that were pointing the way, and to strangle the hope of all those trapped. Unexpectedly, before the outflanked devils could get close to the first fire, fierce gunfire rang out from a farther distance.

The brothers in the other platoon, who had been arranged to answer in the shadows in advance, opened fire on the devils. More than two dozen medium and nine light machine guns, staggered, spat bullets to the left and right along the two flanks of the first attack echelon. "Ping! Ping! Ping! "Ping! Ping! Ping! "Da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da......." At the edge of the narrow contact between the enemy and us, the density of fire in an instant exceeded that of any previous battle. Many of the ghost soldiers who ran over with rifles didn't even have time to pull the trigger, and they were swept into a hornet's nest by bullets.

"Don't care about the devils on both sides, just rush inside!" Zhang Songling fired two more boxes of bullets, and shouted loudly at the moment when he changed the magazine.

"Kill!" A dozen carefully selected veterans of the hundred battles replied with a shout, raised their knives, and continued to slash at the pile of devils.

At the moment they were selected to join the rescue team, they were already pregnant with the heart of death. Therefore, he doesn't care about his retreat at all, and he doesn't care how many devils are coming around. The big blade in his hand danced like the teeth of a dragon, and every time he opened and closed, he bit off a bunch of broken limbs from the group of devils. Every time it flashed, it was a splash of blood.

More than a dozen devil soldiers panicked and withdrew the bullets from their rifles, loaded their bayonets, and prepared to meet the blades of the broadswords head-on. Their ideas are very brave, but their movements are just too clumsy. Zhang Songling's box cannon poked over the shoulders of the first-echelon veterans, and swept over a few devils first. Immediately, more box cannons emerged from behind the sword light, completely breaking up the formation of the devils. When the sound of the box cannon stopped, the big knives began to wield, cooperating with each other, sweeping and chopping, and in an instant, the remaining few devil soldiers were cut into minced meat!

Then there was another flurry of grenade explosions. The little devils are well-armed, and each squad has a special grenadier group. So grenades, in most cases, were handed over to grenadiers for firing, and were rarely thrown by soldiers by hand. The brethren of the secret service group are not as particular as the little devils, as long as they can kill the enemy, they don't care about wasting their physical strength. As for the grenade exploding at such a close distance, will it injure its own people by mistake? They didn't even think about it. First, they don't understand at all! Second, if the little devils are allowed to plug the gap again, all the brothers will be besieged, and there will be no hope of survival!

"Fire, give Zhang Xiaofat a strong line!" Although he couldn't see the performance of Zhang Songling and the others, Lao Gou, who was standing on the edge of the camp, believed that his little brother would not disgrace the secret service group. Wielding a box cannon, shouting orders.

"Da-da-da, da-da-da!" The heavy machine gun of the plague chicken's neck and the 38 big gayer rang out. The Secret Service brothers who remained in the trenches pulled the trigger and swept the bullets that didn't need money into the depths of the night sky.

Zhang Songling glanced back at the Walnut Garden camp, pulled out a big knife from behind his back, and joined the first attack echelon. The magazines I carried with me tonight are all gone, and the rest of the tasks will be completed by the broadsword. "Rush in, take the palace camp commander and them out!" With a loud shout, he stepped forward, his knife in his hand, and swept off half of the head of a devil who stood in the way!

"Rush in, take the palace camp commander and them out!" The dozen or so box guns that followed Zhang Songling also ran out of bullets. He was thrust back into his waist by the brethren and replaced with a large blade and forty-eight petals.

With one hand slashing the big blade and the other hand holding the grenade that the little devil delivered to the door, the two attack echelons continued to stride into the depths of the encirclement. When encountering a small group of devils blocking the way, they greeted them with large blades, and when they saw a group of devils trying to approach, they threw grenades directly at their heads. "Boom, boom!" "Boom, boom!" The sound of explosions was incessant, and next to almost every crater, there were two or three corpses of devils.

"Boom, boom!" "Boom, boom!" A series of explosions made the two devil squadron leaders, Jiro Takahashi and Satoru Kobayashi, go crazy. The two of them were supposed to attack the Walnut Orchard camp at night, kill the Chinese colonel surnamed Gou in their sleep, and bring his body back to hand over to their immediate superiors. Who would have thought that on the way, suddenly encountered about two companies of Chinese soldiers. As soon as the two sides came into contact, the battle quickly entered a white-hot state. The two companies of Chinese soldiers would rather be annihilated than disperse and make way for them. And although they relied on their superior strength to trap two companies of Chinese soldiers in the center of the battlefield, they also lost the possibility of sneaking up on the Walnut Garden camp because their whereabouts were exposed. (Note 1)

Note 1: The size of a squadron of the Japanese army was about 180 people, while the National Revolutionary Army referred to the Soviet Union's establishment, and each company usually had only three platoons, with a total of more than 90 people.

Note 2: In the official history, in the Battle of Niangzi Pass, Huang Chensong did send a mountaineering brigade back to the area of Walnut Garden, cutting off the supply lines of the two wings of the Devil Rush at the front. It created conditions for the Huang Chensong Brigade to successfully defeat the Lideng United and kill the wing captain Lideng. They held out for five days and five nights, forcing the devils to use planes to deliver supplies to the front.