The 15th Regiment of the 8th Brigade of the 3rd Division only after receiving the order to garrison Jinguan Bridge, in addition to facing the bombardment of the devil's plane every day, is to repair all kinds of fortifications, after a week, all the officers, including the regiment commander Pan Zhen, feel that the devil has forgotten this place, every day, except for sending a squad of observation posts, the whole day is to squat in the anti-artillery hole to eat, drink and sleep, and the night has become the time for them to go to the trenches collectively to carry out activities, after all, no one is too long!

The 15 th Regiment, which was stationed at Jinguanqiao with a total strength of only more than 2,100 people, directly ordered the engineer company to dig trenches one meter deep and more than one meter wide every 10 meters along the avenue from Nanchang to Jinguanqiao, and there were still many mines on both sides of the road that would explode if they stepped on them. It is necessary to guard against the devils from paving the road from Nanchang and using tanks to directly capture the Jinguan Bridge from the south;

The northwest side of Jinguan Bridge is a ravine and a steep mountain range, and the devils can only attack here by detouring to Fenghuangzui, but there are 16 regiments stationed in Fenghuangzui, and Pan Zhen has never worried about that direction, He Jianye is fat, and the artillery battalions are there, although the devils have been captured, but there are also them?

To the east of Jinguanqiao is the Lijiashan area where the devils can detour, and the devils coming from that direction must pass through Jinqiao Village, Pan Zhen deployed a main battalion to defend in that direction, this battalion did not destroy the mountain road, but buried countless mines on the road, or a pull-out type, the devil's infantry and tanks are fine to press up, as long as the detonator is not activated, the mines will always be on standby underground; In order to defend the Jinguan Bridge, Pan Zhen had to bring over all the mines of the Third Division......

As for the road to the north, that is the direction of the support of his own reinforcements, Pan Zhen did not arrange a large number of troops to garrison, even if the devil attacks from that direction, he must occupy the Confucian Temple first, otherwise the main force of the national army behind will block the opening, and the devil will wait to be surrounded and annihilated!

Pan Zhen's life in the cave dug by the mountain in Fenghuang Village was not too cool, in a week, less than 20 brothers were killed in battle, all the brothers at the observation post were blown to pieces by aerial bombs, much better than the 16th Regiment wrestling in the bloody water, as for Nanchangpu, Pan Zhi knew that he had lost a reorganized regiment......

"Regiment commander, division headquarters phone!" Pan Zhen, who was wandering around with his eyes closed and recuperating, was woken up by the communication soldiers,

"Did you let me pick it up myself?" Pan asked, there have been a lot of calls from the division headquarters and brigade headquarters recently, but most of them are calls to inquire about the situation and replenish supplies and ammunition, and Pan Zhen is too lazy to answer them;

"Yes! The division commander asked you to answer! The Signal Soldier said,

When Pan Zhen heard that it was the division commander calling, he knew that life might be coming, cheered up, picked up the phone, and said loudly,

"Commander, I'm Pan Qian!"

"Pan quality, according to the judgment of the war zone; The devils may launch a surprise attack on your defenses, and you must stand by for help! The division headquarters has sent the Eighteenth Regiment to support you; However, the arrival of the 18th Regiment will pass through winding mountain roads, and it may not arrive so quickly. Zhao Xitian said,

"Rest assured, division commander, there is a quiet situation in front of my defense line, except for the devil's iron rooster occasionally coming to lay a few eggs and making a little noise, there are no devils! Don't bother your old man to send reinforcements, the 15th Regiment will definitely defend the Jinguan Bridge! Pan Zhen roared, now is a rare opportunity to earn performance, anyway, if the devil doesn't attack, he won't have such a good chance if he doesn't speak to show his determination;

"Pan Zhi, find out your condition; There will be no mistake in the judgment of the war zone, be optimistic about your defensive line; If something goes wrong, don't say it's you, even Zhou Qingxiang and I can't eat and walk around! Do you understand? Zhao Xitian's voice suddenly became stern, this Pan Zhen is too serious about the devil, if he is so easy to fight, he will not lose most of China;

"Yes, Commander;" Pan Zhen didn't dare to be skinny, but he didn't dare to have a hard top with the teacher!

"The commander of the first battalion, immediately send scouts to the direction of Lijiashan, go around the road, monitor around the corner, and report immediately if there is a movement of devils!" Although Pan Zhen has a skin on his mouth, he doesn't dare to take the devil seriously! Put down the phone and immediately order the commander of the first battalion;

"Yes, Captain." The commander of the first battalion stationed in Fenghuang Village immediately sent his own outpost to reconnoiter in the direction of Lijiashan;

"Someone, order the second battalion commander to send scouts to reconnoiter along the avenue in the direction of Nanchangpu, and an outpost must be established in Zhujia Village, 500 meters ahead!" Pan Zhen thought about it, it was still important to be positive, and turned his head and ordered,

"Yes!" The guards immediately ran towards the frontal position 300 meters away;

In the position of the Confucian Temple, the 113th Wing of Iino Kenten has been observing the movement, seeing that the two squadrons advancing have completed the construction of trenches and positions, and the defenders on the mountain have not moved, Iino Kenten said to himself,

"Yo Si! The defenders on the positions were running out of ammunition; I'm afraid there aren't a few shells left of the annoying mortar; ”

The captain of the Yokoyama Brigade, who was waiting next to him, stepped forward and asked, "Captain, are you going to attack?" ”

"No, order: your mountain artillery squadron and mortar squad are stationed in the forward position, and shells are used to bombard the position of the only man at close range." Kenten Iino ordered,

"Hello!" Jiro Yokoyama immediately received the order,

"Haha! Chi Na rat, I see what you can do against the mountain artillery and mortars with bayonets! Die to all! Kenten Iino roared fiercely,

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the reinforced reserve 9th Division was still advancing in the mountains and forests, and the winding mountain roads not only dragged out the march, but also the mountain paths were also very difficult for large troops to march, and the pack horses that carried ammunition and baggage had to be carefully led forward by several soldiers, otherwise these pack horses would not move forward, and once the horses were lost, the ammunition and baggage of a division would be slowed down by the shoulders of the soldiers;

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

The devil's mountain artillery and mortars began to shell towards the Confucian Temple, Lin Weitao, who was on the position, did not dare to order the troops to withdraw to the anti-artillery hole, the devil was 300 meters away, once the devil suddenly attacked, the brothers in the anti-artillery hole did not enter the position so quickly, and the devil might occupy the position with a charge;

"Get on your stomach, don't get together! Beware of concealment! "The officers at the grassroots level are shouting loudly,

Scattered shells exploded on the position irregularly, the shells of the mountain artillery and mortars were transferred from time to time into the craters and trenches where the remnants were hiding, and the mud and sand brought by the explosion of the shells of the 75mm mountain artillery and 70mm infantry guns continued to fall on the heads of the brothers. The shrapnel that struck the head caused the brains to flow in the trenches and craters along with blood, and the remnants of the soldiers had been through several battles and had long been accustomed to it;

"Gross!" From time to time, stumps and brains were spilled, and the recruits let out a terrible vomiting sound.

"Get up, lie down; If there's anything to spit on, maybe you'll be next; The veterans and officers slapped the vomiting recruits' faces vigorously and cried out loudly;