Chapter 15: The Defeat

"Commander~"

A voice of loss, helplessness, and lifelessness resounded through the position.

Hearing this weak shout, Zhang Ziwen hurriedly jumped out of the trench, dozens of torches surrounded by dozens of torches in the middle of the devil's position, and Zhang Ziwen had a bad premonition in his heart. Hundreds of people knelt on the ground and kept sobbing, and when they opened the people outside and walked in, it was Wei Zixuan and Luo Yibin, and Zhang Ziwen slammed and spread directly on the ground.

It's over, what should we do if the regiment commander and deputy are dead, the division commander still hasn't killed us, by the way, I grabbed a life-saving straw at the division headquarters. No, no, just now the people of the 615th regiment said that the division commander had already run away. The life-saving straw I just grabbed is gone, and my head is so heavy, so heavy.

"Zhang Ziwen, Zhang Ziwen" Wu Zijian saw Zhang Ziwen fall and hurriedly came over to support him.

"Quick, get a hygienist." Wu Zijian roared loudly, and after shouting, he asked people to inform Ma Xiaobao.

"Ma Wenwen, Company Commander Zhang has fainted, you hurry up and take a look." A brother searched for a long time before finding Ma Xiaobao, who was looking for Zhang Ziwen on the position.

"Zhang Qing, Zhang Qing, where did you go on your dog day." Ma Xiaobao shouted loudly.

"Pinch people" A forty-year-old soldier said, Wu Zijian glanced at the veteran suspiciously, and then looked at Zhang Ziwen, as if there was no other way, just pinch people. After pinching Zhang Ziwen a few times, he still didn't respond, and looked up at the veteran.

The veteran sighed, stepped forward and poured water on Zhang Ziwen's face with the kettle. Zhang Ziwen seems to be walking in a world without color, this world is full of devastation, there are ruins everywhere, and he keeps walking. Suddenly felt cold, shivered, opened his eyes, Wu Zijian stared at himself, and then woke up with joy and gratitude.

The veteran helped Zhang Ziwen sit up, and Zhang Ziwen saw the situation clearly before remembering that the regiment commander was dead, the regiment deputy was dead, and the division commander ran away. Thinking in his mind, thinking about what to do with the 613 Regiment in the future, the veteran thought that Zhang Ziwen was still uncomfortable and continued to support Zhang Ziwen.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, you let me in"

Ma Xiaobao shouted outside the human wall, Ma Xiaobao and Zhang Qing squeezed in, followed by the brothers of Jiulian. Seeing that Zhang Ziwen was fine, Ma Xiaobao was about to speak, Zhang Ziwen waved his hand and asked him not to speak, and they were also stunned when they saw Luo Yibin and Wei Zixuan.

"Company Commander Wu, did you send someone to inform the division headquarters?"

Even if He Zhizhong ran away, he had to confirm it, Zhang Ziwen thought so in his heart.

"I went, and I guess I'll be back soon." Wu Zijian returned to a depressed state.

"Brothers, don't surround me, I'm here with the first company commander and a few staff officers, you go to clean up the battlefield first, and I'll notify you when the division headquarters comes."

The two commanders of the 613 regiment died in battle, and the staff officers ran away, and now Zhang Ziwen and others only have to wait for the letter from the division headquarters, and no one dares to deal with it by themselves without the letter from the division headquarters.

When the brothers left, Ma Xiaobao ran over and told Zhang Ziwen that seven brothers in the Ninth Company had died on the devil's position, and his heart was inevitably a little heavier.

After a few minutes, Dai Zhiqi and Wang Shuhuai, deputy chief of staff, came, but did not see He Zhizhong, the chief of staff, and the rest of the division headquarters.

"Commander Luo and Deputy Commander Wei are both heroic martyrs, we will send a telegram to the headquarters to ask for a commendation, and now Wang Shuhuai, chief of staff of the division headquarters, is the acting head of the 613th regiment." Deputy Division Commander Dai said to all the soldiers of our 613th Regiment.

"We have decided to ...... Luo Luo" Before he finished speaking, there was a cannon sound from the direction of the 618th regiment, and before the brothers of the 613th regiment came to their senses, another round of artillery rang out.

"Take Luo Yibin and Wei Bai to retreat along the river first."

Dai Zhiqi ran down the trench and rode his horse and guard in the direction of the 618th Regiment. As soon as Dai Zhiqi left, a round of artillery fire directly smashed into the position around us.

"613 Regiment, the whole regiment retreated along the river to Zhenjiang."

The acting commanders of the company commanders, who had not yet arrived, hurriedly gave the order to retreat.

Hearing the order, Zhang Ziwen ran up and prepared to carry Luo Yibin's body on his back, it was impossible to spoil the devil. When Zhang Ziwen rushed up, Wu Zijian also rushed up, and when he saw that he also rushed up, Zhang Ziwen directly carried Wei Zixuan on his back.

The chaotic retreat of each company could not find anyone at all, Zhang Ziwen saw the fat man Wu Yongqing, and hurriedly followed, Zhang Ziwen thought that it was impossible to carry all the way, otherwise he would not be able to live.

"Fat Wu, wait for me."

Wu Yongqing got into the carriage and was about to let the coachman go, Zhang Ziwen hurriedly shouted, and then put Wei Zixuan's body on the carriage and climbed into the carriage.

Climbing into the car, Zhang Ziwen climbed to the box to find the brothers of the Ninth Company, looking for the person who made the torch in the dark night, not to mention that it was so messy just now, how easy it was to talk about, I couldn't find it, Zhang Ziwen only shouted.

"Ma Xiaobao, I'm here with the old pole."

As soon as Zhang Ziwen shouted, no one shouted, and all the other people who couldn't find the team came over, and one or two hundred people followed the convoy, seeing Zhang Ziwen like this, he only shut up, and only hoped that Ma Xiaobao could find himself.

"Zhang Ziwen, you stinky mouth."

Zhang Ziwen knew that he said that he had attracted people over, but Wu Fatzi's car was something he had flipped over, and the fewer people the better, Zhang Ziwen couldn't figure out what he was flipping a little ensign.

There were more and more people following the convoy, and the team followed the convoy directly, but at this time Zhang Ziwen didn't know what to do. Dai Zhiqi said that the riverside, the riverside is that place, there are so many roads to Zhenjiang.

"Zhang Ziwen, where are you going?"

Wu Fatzi turned around and asked Zhang Ziwen, how did he know where to go, anyway, go to the northwest, Zhenjiang is in the northwest direction.

When Zhang Ziwen arrived at Shijia Village, it was already dawn, and there were already four or five hundred people following the convoy. Zhang Ziwen sees that this will not work, and there will definitely be an accident after that, and it is strange that four or five hundred unrestrained soldiers will not have an accident.

"Brothers, may I ask if you are all from that company?" Zhang Ziwen asked Wu Fatzi to stop the car and followed

The brother in front of him also stopped when he saw the convoy stop, and Zhang Ziwen asked.

Someone from the "Seventh Company" returned

Some people from the "Ninth Company" have returned, and Zhang Ziwen of the Ninth Company of the Ninth Company knows each other.

Then, there was chaos like a wet market.

"Stop, stop." I didn't listen to Zhang Ziwen at all.

"Shut up." Zhang Ziwen fired a shot into the sky before he quieted down.

"The one who just said the Ninth Company belongs to the Ninth Company of that regiment?" Zhang Ziwen watched them stop before asking.

"Report to the chief, the ninth company of the 112th Regiment of the 667th Division." Zhang Ziwen was directly stunned, how could there be a 112th division.

"There are no brothers from the 112th Division, please stand on the right, and those from the 103rd Division stand on the left." There were about 100 people in the 112th Division, and about 200 people in the 103rd Division. But now there are a hundred or so people standing in the middle.

"The brother standing in the middle is from that unit?"

Zhang Ziwen had no choice but to ask, there were a bunch of numbers below, some Zhang Ziwen didn't know which unit it was, the military uniforms were also colorful, and the accents were varied, all of them retreated from Songhu, and when they saw the convoy, they came to find the troops.

"From now on, you are all the ninth company of the 103rd Regiment of the 613th Division, is there any problem?" Seeing that no one objected, Zhang Ziwen continued.

"Did any of my brothers serve as company platoon commanders?" There was silence below, and if there was a platoon commander, he wouldn't have gone with the flow.

"The brothers who are the squad leaders have all stepped forward." Zhang Ziwen didn't believe that there was not a squad leader, and when he heard my words, more than 20 people stood out from the team.

"Come all over"

Zhang Ziwen hurriedly called them over to discuss, and finally decided to organize the brothers of each company of the 613th Regiment into three platoons, the 615th Regiment into one platoon, the 112th Division into two platoons, and the remaining eighty or so people directly into two platoons.

Hoping that Ma Xiaobao and his entourage would have nothing to do, Zhang Ziwen no longer paused, and continued to the northwest, striving to reach Zhenjiang as soon as possible.