This battle, which began to be fought from dark to Kuaizi, slowly calmed down, and the large troops on both sides were silent and waiting.

In such a small place, you can't stuff too many people in, and the large number of people can't spread the troops, but it will get in the way, and there will be more casualties, so the defenders can't send more people to exterminate the devils.

As for the devils, they didn't even think about sending people to rescue, they just watched them fend for themselves, and it was a miracle that they survived.

When the light of the last bit of explosion was extinguished, after the last gunshot rang out, after the last knife was slashed, and after the last human voice was gone, the battlefield that had once become a pot of porridge and drove the hearts of thousands of people suddenly became extremely silent.

Everyone didn't know who won and who lost, of course, only Lao He and the few remaining people knew, but they were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to say a word.

After knowing that it was over, Lao He rolled on the blood-soaked ground, panting heavily. After taking a few breaths, it seemed that his life had been renewed, so he spoke, just reported his name, and asked who were the other brothers who still survived?

Intermittently, there were more than a dozen voices coming out, all of them in our Chinese, our Sichuanese, and we won, but it was also a tragic victory.

Finally, a brother who still had some strength shouted to the troops behind him: We won, dogs, boys, boys!

The brothers behind them all screamed: "Dog's day", "My day, your ancestors", "Hama's batch......

Anyway, it's a burst of Sichuan foul language, and the scolding is so happy, so comfortable.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The cheers and scolding here were suddenly bombarded by the devils, and the devils of the dog day, the devils who were annoyed and angry, could only use artillery fire to vent their anger and revenge.

It was too shameless, too shameless, and although this cannon could not hit the positions and Chinese on this side at night, it also urged and reminded Lao He that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time.

However, some sanitary soldiers and stretcher teams came up, and some people came to clean up the battlefield, and during the day, they didn't dare to do so, and it is estimated that the devils will launch a bigger offensive tomorrow.

Sure enough, on the third day, that is, March 17, as soon as it was dawn, the Japanese artillery came, and more than 20 planes flew to drop bombs, covering the sky and almost seeing no light.

The whole of Teng County was shrouded in barrage, and there were originally German churches in the inner city, with huge Nazi emblems on them.

Two days ago, the devil was still a bit of a rat trap, and he didn't dare to throw bombs into the inner city, but today he didn't care, the whole city was blown up together, and the buildings in the city were almost razed to the ground.

The soldiers and civilians in the city were killed and injured countless times, and Lao He and they moved to the basement of the church to save the lives of these wounded soldiers thanks to the temporary infirmary moved to a converted bunker in the basement of the church.

Before the devils began to launch an infantry attack, the whole city was in flames, and the 122nd Division and the 124th Division defending the city were now out of service.

Fortunately, the remnants of the Chinese army defending Shenjing, Chitouji, Beishahe, and Hongding on the periphery of Tengxian County retreated into the city from the west gate.

It can be regarded as having some people to defend various key passes, but these soldiers are mostly injured and tired, and they thought that they could escape to Teng County and take a rest, where do they know that there are still fierce battles waiting to be fought here.

In this battle, which was fought from morning to night, Lao He and his capable wounded soldiers were mobilized, picked up the guns left behind after the sacrifice of their comrades, rushed to the front line, and fought fiercely with the devils.

This time, the Japanese artillery blasted a large gap in the city wall, and even tanks drove in, and there were planes hovering in the sky, firing frantically at low altitudes.

Dongguan and Nanmen have all been lost, and most of the Chinese troops defending these places, including brigades, regiments, battalion commanders, and soldiers, have died here.

In the evening, Wang Mingzhang, commander of the 122nd Division, organized the remnants to continue to defend, but was subjected to intensive fire from the Japanese army, and unfortunately was shot and sacrificed his life for the country.

When the magistrate of Teng County heard that Master Wang had been martyred, he hurried from the north of the city, touched Wang Mingzhang's body and cried, grief-stricken. Slowly ascending the city wall, looking around, with a long sigh, fell to his death.

When the news of Commander Wang's heroic martyrdom reached the city, the 300 soldiers who were seriously wounded followed his example and would rather die than fall into the hands of the enemy, so they blew themselves up with grenades and all died heroically.

The command system of the entire division headquarters was wiped out, and Lao He and the remnants of the soldiers fought separately, taking advantage of the darkness of the night to break through in the direction of Weishan Lake.

Lao He and several of his brothers, dragging their injured bodies, and after a fierce street battle with the devil, the cotton clothes on their bodies that were originally tattered are now all broken, and the cotton leaks out, like a "snowman" with snowflakes.

It also happened to be snowing heavily, and these snowmen gritted their teeth and ran around all night, in order to pick up one of their rotten lives.

Lao He had almost nothing on his body, a formal rifle in his hand, the wood of the butt was almost broken by bullets, and it was also stained with blood, which was the mark of the smashing devil.

There were only a few bullets on his body, no grenades, no bayonets, no water, no dry food. Several of the brothers were even less handed, picking up a wooden stick on the way and using it as a weapon.

Lao He took this line of wounded soldiers who had run out of ammunition and food, and retreated together in the direction of Weishan Lake, and when they reached the lake, the sky would be bright.

As a result of the fierce fighting, which lasted for several days without food or sleep, the wounded soldiers were so exhausted that they could no longer walk, and many fell asleep on the ground.

said that he was asleep, but in fact he was in a coma, and he couldn't wake up. Some will never wake up, because in the snow, once frozen, even if they wake up, they can't stand up, and can only freeze to death on the side of the road.

Lao He struggled to support himself, don't fall asleep, don't fall down, also hold a broken gun, hit the brother who has fallen, and scold and scold: Dog's day, don't sleep if you want to live.

What's more dangerous, the devil's pursuers rode Oriental horses, and they were about to catch up from behind, Lao He and they stayed up to the edge of Weishan Lake, went to the villager's house to find a boat, and hurriedly crossed the lake.

Not long after Lao He's ship went ashore, the cavalry of the devils really chased after them, and all the wounded Chinese soldiers who stayed on the shore before they had time to leave were killed, and then they used machine guns to strafe the boats of the fathers in the middle of the lake, and several people on board died.

It wasn't until dawn that the ship reached the opposite shore, and the people on board were considered to have successfully broken through and saved half their lives. Due to the aggravation of his injuries, Lao He was transferred to the Xuzhou Detention Center, and then transferred to the rear hospital for further treatment.

According to the war report:

The officers and soldiers of Zhichuan, who had not left the city, still took advantage of the broken walls in the city to resist the enemy. By the afternoon of the 18th, he was still in a melee with the enemy in the city.

When the city was broken, all the wounded officers and soldiers and those who did not escape from the city, about 1,000 people, fought the enemy with rifles or grenades or committed suicide, and none of them survived. The fierceness of the War of Resistance and the courage of death are unheard of, and they set a precedent for defending the soil and martyrdom.

The battle for the defense of Tengxian County began on the morning of March 14, 1938 and ended at noon on the 18th, a total of four and a half days, and the defending troops suffered more than 5,000 casualties from the commander of the 122nd Division below.

The 45th Army, which fought in the vicinity of Jiehe, Longshan, Nan, and Beishahe near Tengxian, also suffered 4,500,000 casualties from the commander of the 127th Division down. The entire position of Teng County was reduced to ashes. The invading Japanese casualties were also very heavy, with more than 2,000 casualties.

The Sichuan army shocked China and foreign countries with its earth-shattering and tragic sacrifice of ghosts and gods, and wrote the most glorious and magnificent page in the history of the Sichuan army's war. The soldiers of the Sichuan Army used their lives to win four days of precious time for the Fifth War Zone, paving the way for the great victory of Taierzhuang.