Chapter 31: The Battle of the Defending the City V

Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette and sat against the wall, and a brother in the second row on the side ran out of cigarettes, so he touched him and smoked a cigarette.

"It's not big or small, be careful for a while, your horse platoon commander will clean you up."

"There is an old knife to draw, and he scolds if he likes to scold." The veteran smiled and said, what a bunch of cheap people, knowing that they would do it if they were scolded, and they would carry their guns even if they knew that they would die in a war with the Japanese.

"Brother Wen, a platoon of minor injuries and three deaths. The second platoon slightly injured five people, seriously injured one, and killed three. Three rows died. A total of eight people were slightly injured, one person was seriously injured, and ten people died. Xiaobao ran over to report to Zhang Ziwen, and now he is still in charge of clerical affairs, so he can't read all of them for Zhang Ziwen and Ma Xiaobao.

"What about the casualties of the other companies and the situation of the Japanese?" Nineteen people were killed and wounded at once, and most of the devil's firepower was concentrated on the guard platoon at the city gate.

"The other companies probably suffered casualties and we can't find them, the guard platoon has knocked out half of them, and the situation of the devils is not very clear, but there are probably more than 30 corpses left on the opposite bank and not taken away."

The devil who attacked just now was a squadron, but it only looked like two more squads, and they exchanged more than 30 lives for the casualties of more than 80 people in the fourth battalion, and it was only under the geographical advantage of the high city walls of the fourth battalion that there was such a result.

"Okay, I know, you go and comfort the brothers, and at the same time let the brothers pay attention, the devil doesn't know when he touches it, cheer up, I'll go to the battalion commander to have a look." Lao Shen, a guy who talks about soldiers on paper, Zhang Ziwen only remembered, why didn't we ask for artillery support, even if there is no phone, it is not far from the division headquarters, Lao Shen's usual staff literacy is gone.

When Zhang Ziwen arrived at the city tower, he heard Dai Zhiqi scolding him, scolding him for being stupid, he couldn't use artillery fire, was he poor and used to it, and he didn't remember to use it.

Zhang Ziwen listened at the door, and the city tower suddenly stopped sounding.

"Zhang Ziwen, come in." Master Dai saw Zhang Ziwen enjoying at the door and called Zhang Ziwen in.

"Tell me about you, what do you enjoy? I put you in Xiao Shen's camp just so that the two of you can learn from each other. It's good for you, I don't even remember to call the artillery support, if the east gate is lost, you see that I won't get the heads off the two of you as a night pot. In the future, the two of you will work together to learn from each other, Zhang Ziwen, if you don't learn well, you will be your company commander. ”

The division commander said a bunch of brainless words to Zhang Ziwen and left, Zhang Ziwen didn't figure out what it means to be a company commander if you don't learn well for a long time?

"It seems that Senior Commander Dai values you very much, and he is ready to make you the battalion commander." After Lao Shen waited for Dai Zhiqi to leave, he suddenly said to Zhang Ziwen.

"Really?" Zhang Ziwen is skeptical about this matter, and he is still conscious of how many catties he has.

"Of course, Master Dai is a strict person, otherwise he wouldn't have come over to scold the two of us." Zhang Ziwen thought about what Lao Shen said, the division commander would come over and scold a company commander and a battalion commander.

was disturbed by Master Dai and Zhang Ziwen forgot what he was doing here, and he couldn't remember it and didn't tell Lao Shen again. came out of the city tower and went back to the enemy tower to sleep, but before going to bed, Zhang Ziwen remembered to ask Ma Xiaobao to arrange double posts.

Zhang Ziwen didn't dare to sleep soundly, he slept on the big table in the enemy building, and the gun was also placed on the table, ready to fight at any time, but fortunately, the Japanese army did not attack the city again in the second half of the night.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ziwen was awakened by the sound of artillery and ran out of the enemy building to find that it was from the south gate. I saw Xiaobao leaning against the door of the enemy building and falling asleep with a quilt. Zhang Ziwen estimated that Ma Xiaobao was busy with various rows last night, and it was late at night, so he didn't want to wake himself up and slept outside the door.

A few brothers were awakened by the sound of artillery, all of them were recruits, the veterans were still asleep, the veterans were right, there was often no time to rest on the battlefield, only by seizing the time to rest, so as to maintain combat effectiveness, Zhang Ziwen did not have such a big heart.

Xiaobao estimated that he was too late last night, and the sound of the cannon did not wake him up.

I don't know if Lao Wang prepared breakfast for the brothers, most of the troops only had two meals, and the Ninth Company would only eat breakfast when there was enough food.

Zhang Ziwen went down the city wall, and when he arrived at the room, Lao Wang was cooking porridge.

"Sun Liang, what's wrong, a sullen look?" Zhang Ziwen saw that Sun Liang, who was burning the fire, had no energy at all, and he didn't look like a young man at all.

"He wants to go up to the city wall to fight devils, and he hates being a firehead." Lao Wang said as he stirred the porridge in the pot with a shovel.

"For this?" Zhang Ziwen saw that Sun Liang didn't refute, it should be this problem, artillery is rare, of course Zhang Ziwen can't be a big soldier.

"Isn't it that our company, our battalion, regiment, and division don't have a single artillery, and when there is a cannon, I will let you go, and you won't be able to go up when the time comes."

"Company commander, are you serious?" Sun Liang put down the blowtorch in his hand and turned around to ask Zhang Ziwen.

"Can it be fake? If we have artillery in the company, you are the leader of the artillery squad, and you are on an equal footing with Lao Wang, how about it? ”

"Okay, but when do we have a cannon, company commander?" This time I asked Zhang Ziwen, the entire division did not have a single artillery, how did the nine companies get the artillery.

"Come on, do you think Chairman Jiang has said that we want to resist Japan, let everyone donate money and materials, how much money do you want, and when the time comes, exchange the money for weapons, and are you afraid that we will have no artillery?" Zhang Ziwen himself is about to be unable to make it up, how can this weapon have the share of a miscellaneous army like the 103rd Division, Sun Liang will definitely miss it if he asks again.

"Old Wang, how is the porridge, I'll send it to the brothers when it's ready." Zhang Ziwen hurriedly diverted the topic to prevent Sun Liang from breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

"The porridge will be fine for a while, by the way, the company commander, yesterday I fried all the millet sent by the grain and oil store owner and fellow villagers into fried rice, it's okay." This Zhang Ziwen didn't notice that the war was coming, the dry food was not prepared, and if Jiu even had to flee for his life, there would be nothing to eat. Lao Wang is worthy of fighting with the warlords in Guizhou for more than ten years, and his sense of smell on the battlefield is better than Zhang Ziwen's.

"How many?"

"There are more than 100 catties, and the villagers are also sad, the millet sent is only a few dozen catties, and there are more than 100 catties of porridge cooked yesterday, and there are more than 200 catties of rice plus the villagers." Zhang Ziwen calculated that there are only about 70 people left, and the grain here can be eaten for four days.

"Well done, by the way, why didn't you see Zhang Qing and them?" Zhang Ziwen has been staying for so long, and he hasn't seen Zhang Qing and Qu Yi.

"They sent Stone and Brother Wu to the docks, don't worry about carrying guns?"

"What are you doing at the docks?" As soon as Lao Wang spoke, Zhang Ziwen was a little puzzled.

"What? Zhang Qing didn't tell you? This bastard thing. Lao Wang was so angry that he almost didn't break the pot, but fortunately, the pot left by the fellow was strong.

"Tell me what the hell is going on?"

"Zhang Qing said yesterday that there was a foreigner's Red Cross on the other side of the wharf, and his classmates were inside, specializing in helping the injured, so they sent them over, saying that they were helping us rescue the wounded and sent them to Wuhan." Zhang Qing graduated from Guangdong Medical College, and it would be nothing if his classmates were in it.

"When he comes back, you ask him to come to me." What Zhang Ziwen is worried about is that Zhang Qing should not run away with the Red Cross, the wounded in the company still rely on him, and the brothers who are injured are all carried down by the people in the city to give him medical treatment, and he is reluctant to Zhang Qing to go to the city wall.

"Company commander, you go up first, and we'll get the porridge up for the brothers in a while."

"I'll just let the brethren come down and get it." When Zhang Ziwen went to the city wall, Xiaobao had already woken up, and Zhang Ziwen asked him to let him notify each platoon and send someone down to get breakfast.

After breakfast, the sound of cannons and gunfire at the south gate still did not stop, and the Japanese planned to use the south gate as a breakthrough.