Chapter 38 The Battle of Nanjing V

Holding the map, Zhang Ziwen saw the reason why Lao Shen didn't say it for him to see, the five divisions of the Japanese army had surrounded the Nanjing garrison in Nanjing, which would inevitably be timid to let the brothers know.

When Zhang Ziwen was still thinking, there was a voice outside, and when he went out, Wan Shijiong came over with the 123rd battalion, and Lao Shen was leading people to arrange the brothers.

"Report to the head of the group, Zhang Ziwen reports to you."

"Xiaowen, the battle is good."

Zhang Ziwen was stunned, how to meet and say that he played well.

"Commander, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Ziwen seems to have about six or seven hundred people, and it seems that the whole group of brothers has come.

"The 156th Division is coming to reinforce, the 66th Army is entering the city, we don't need to be the garrison of Zhongshan Gate, now we only need to be responsible for the garrison from here to the foot of the Purple Mountain."

The 156th Division and the 66th Army still have 20,000 people, and the Zhongshan Gate cannot be lost.

However, Wan Shijiong only brought six or seven hundred people, and the 123rd battalion combined had more than 1,000 people, and it seemed that four or five hundred brothers could not come back, so in this day, 1,782 people were six or seven hundred less, and in the final analysis, they were all brothers.

"There are immortal people in war, and it is our duty to defend our home and country."

Wan Shijiong saw Zhang Ziwen's bitter face, patted Zhang Ziwen on the shoulder, and said that he wanted Zhang Ziwen to relax.

There are more than 1,000 people in the four battalions of the 618th Regiment plus the division directly under the division, and this section of the city wall can still be defended, and it is already the limit to invest 300 brothers in the wall section, and it is not responsible for the lives of the brothers to increase the number of manpower.

Today, the Japanese army also consumed a lot, and the defenders of Nanjing and the devils took advantage of the dark night to start licking their wounds, like two giant beasts retracting their claws and preparing for the next round of strong bites.

At six o'clock in the morning of the 11th, it was slightly bright, and the devils broke the silence and began to shell all sections of the Nanjing city wall, and the artillery positions in Nanjing also began to return fire violently, and the devils used heavy artillery to attack the Nanjing artillery positions.

The artillery battle continued until dawn, and as soon as the sky was clear, the guns rang out at the head of the city.

"Xiaowen, we and three battalions and one team defend the city, and last night we held a meeting with five battalions directly under our division and divided into four teams, in order to reduce casualties and maintain combat effectiveness."

As soon as the gunshot rang out, Lao Shen ran over, and last night Zhang Ziwen had already organized the remaining fifteen brothers and Qu Yi into three groups. A group of old poles, Zhang Li, and two brothers with good marksmanship, these two brothers are called Song Ming and Cai Wen. The second group is a firepower group composed of Xiaobao, Dali, Hao Shou, Qu Yi, Sun Liang and two brothers. The third group was March and the remaining nine brothers.

Zhang Ziwen had no one to use better firepower allocation to improve the combat effectiveness of his company.

"When are we going to go?"

The time period means the number of casualties, the devil in the morning rests for a night and the combat effectiveness is stronger, and the devil in the afternoon will definitely decrease in combat effectiveness after a day of hard fighting.

"The regiment commander and we decided that according to the casualties, when the number of casualties arrived, we would go down to the wall to rest, and we would be the last in line."

Closing his eyes, Zhang Ziwen could already imagine the brothers dying one by one.

"How many people?"

"The bottom line of 100 casualties in a team"

This casualty bottom line meant that the number of casualties would have to be sacrificed to hundreds of brothers before they could be replaced.

"How many people are there in the sixth and seventh companies and the guard platoon?"

"There are more than 70 brothers in total, there are only five people in the guard platoon, there are only about 100 people in your 9th Company and the people around me, and there are more than 200 people in the 3rd Battalion."

Lao Shen knew that Zhang Ziwen wanted to ask him about the situation of this team, and finished speaking at one time.

"What about ammunition and firepower?"

"There are nine Czech light machine guns, but today one of the machine guns of the sixth company and the guard platoon has been damaged, and there are still seven. As for ammunition, it was somewhat difficult to supply machine guns with 12,000 rounds of ammunition in 10 boxes, and 280 grenades in 7 boxes. ”

If there are so many of them, each person can guarantee a base amount of ammunition, and with the remaining ammunition in hand, he can supply the machine gun with all his strength.

Ammunition should be used in an arranged manner, and it is incompetent for soldiers and commanders to save their use when they find that they are running out of ammunition.

"Let people go to find oil, with the method of the last time in Zhenjiang, the devils attacked us like this, and the ammunition consumption is very large, especially the devils collapsed the city wall yesterday, if there is oil, give him it directly, see how they come up."

"Yes, I'll go and tell the regiment commander and ask the regiment commander to ask the division headquarters to get it."

Now Nanjing is in tatters, and most of the rich have run away. It is impossible for Zhang Ziwen to rob the people, so he can only ask the division headquarters and ask the division headquarters to find the troops with cars to get it, anyway, they are all in Nanjing City now, and they can't drive at all, so it is better to get the oil.

"Haha...... girl is watery, we ...... when we were in Hubei"

"That's not necessarily, when I escaped from Shanghai, I met a widow who had such a big ......" After speaking, he made a big gesture, and his face was lewd.

In addition to fighting devils, women are always the best seasoning agent in the army, but eighty percent of them have never even touched a woman's hand, such as Zhang Ziwen.

Now there are twenty-four people in the Ninth Company, and Lao Wang can cook the rice alone, and it is not the turn of the fourth battalion to be on the team, and a group of people are around to listen to the old pole and a few of them talk about some things that are not suitable for children.

Ma Qi sat alone at the door, and when he saw him alone, Zhang Ziwen walked to the door and sat down with him.

"Here's one."

Zhang Ziwen handed him the cigarette, he lit the cigarette without speaking, and continued to look ahead.

"What, I don't feel good?"

Only two of the brothers brought by March were dead, and so was the little man who had been following him.

"They are all heroes, and Division Commander Dai said when our battalion commander died that those who died fighting for the country were heroes."

Sitting with him, Zhang Ziwen looked even thinner, and after saying a few words, Ma Qi still didn't speak, and Zhang Ziwen didn't say anything more, and sat with Ma Qi.

Before breakfast, the battalion ran past our door, so fast? It was only eight o'clock, and it had only been more than an hour.

A few minutes later, the division team withdrew, and it seemed that there were only about 200 people, so Zhang Ziwen hurriedly asked Zhang Qing to bandage the injured brother.

"Xiaobao, stop playing, take two people to help Lao Wang cook, the first camp has gone up, and then the second camp, let the brothers eat first, I don't know when we will go up."

Xiaobao is coaxing blindly with the old poles, what is not good to learn, learn these from the old poles.

"Brother Wen, I'll go right away."

I didn't see any movement, sat on the side and continued to listen, the old pole had said it several times, and I still couldn't get tired of listening to it.

"Qu Yi, Hao Shou follow me"

Zhang Ziwen watched Xiaobao continue to listen, and went to the side to pat Qu Yi and Hao Shou, who were sleeping.

Lao Wang's room is on the edge of the side yard, because there is an open-air stove and two pots, so the room is located here.

"How's the old Wang's rice?" I saw that Lao Wang was adding firewood to the stove.

"Mi just got out of the pot, why is the company commander in a hurry? I'm going to increase the fire. ”

After Lao Wang finished speaking, he wanted to add firewood to the stove, saying that the firewood was actually the wooden plank of the house that was blown up by the devil.

"Hurry up, let Qu Yi and Hao Shou help."

Zhang Ziwen didn't plan to let them go at all, as long as he was responsible for vigorously pressing bullets and carrying ammunition, and if they died nine times in a row, there would be no veterans of the Qianjun Army, which may be Zhang Ziwen's obsession.

"How much food is left?"

Zhang Ziwen has not paid attention to the problem of food in the past few days, and it is estimated that it can last for almost two days.

"I can't run out of food."

Lao Wang's reply surprised Zhang Ziwen very much, no matter how much food he had, he could eat it all.

"What's going on? We don't have that much food, do we? ”

"Company commander, look at how many people there are in our company, I have been cooking according to the head for the past few days, but the brothers are getting less and less day by day, according to this way of death, before the food is eaten, we will all ......" Lao Wang cried before he finished speaking.

Zhang Ziwen raised his head and forcibly held back the tears from flowing, looking at the gray sky in the sky, the clouds in the sky were full of blood no matter how he looked at it.