Chapter 193 Bamboo carved into the mud

Zhang Ziwen sat down for a long time and decided, sent a letter to Qiu Qingquan, and asked him to inform Du Luming, and Zhang Ziwen had no choice about the rest.

The reinforcements have already departed, it is time for Ma Qi and the others to get on the train now, and the Qiannan guerrilla detachment has already moved on the train tracks, and if you want to stop, you need much more force than propulsion.

"Order the whole regiment, speed up, and all must be evacuated from Kunlun Pass before nine o'clock tonight."

At this time, Zhang Ziwen always felt uncomfortable, and he would rather travel at night than continue to stay.

Qiu Qingquan felt that something was wrong before he received the telegram, because the Japanese army was too abnormal.

There is no arrogance in the past, but it is more difficult to fight than before, and the time to change the guard is only one week, if you can't take advantage of the victory to pursue and earn more achievements, it will be difficult for the brothers to be promoted in the future to write resumes.

This great victory will be the only one on the resumes of most brothers.

"Division, the third battalion commander said that he still needs three hours, and if he is given another three hours, he will definitely be able to capture it."

Qiu Qingquan waved his hand and motioned to the adjutant not to say any more, fighting a battalion all morning and not being able to defeat the position of two squads, which was simply a waste.

"In terms of substitution, Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it, no one in my new 22nd Division has been able to capture this position."

Qiu Qingquan directly threw the prompt rod in his hand on the sand table.

"Yes~"

Qiu Qingquan felt that the premonition was getting stronger and stronger, when the 18th Division, which was moving south from Taiwan, landed at Qinzhou Bay.

The 18th Division is a type B division composed of three wings, but it has a large number of soldiers who participated in the Russo-Japanese War.

Back outside Batang, Qiu Qingquan's radio class also received a telegram from Zhang Ziwen.

"Hurry up and send it to the division, immediately."

Hearing the urgency of the communications officer's words, the private took the message and ran out.

"Staff Officer Xu, urgent telegram, please submit it to the division seat as soon as possible."

Xu Xurui took the message, was shocked, and immediately got up.

"Division, call from the supplementary regiment, about a division of the Japanese army has landed in Qinzhou Bay."

Liao Yaoxiang used his hand hard, the pencil in his hand turned into two sections, and he threw the pencil, and there was no point in doing it now.

"Report to the military department, do not mention the origin of the cable, and at the same time send someone to Qinzhou Bay to confirm whether it is true."

Liao Yaoxiang directly engraved the incompetence of the military commander in his heart, and the news of the supplementary regiment came faster than them.

A division of the Japanese army came to help, plus a brigade of troops from Vietnam to the north to support, which is another 350,000 troops.

Even if the Fifth Army is all spelled out, it will not be able to recover Nanning.

As for the battle plan that he and his staff officers have studied for a week, they can only turn him into ashes.

As night began to cover the land, the last of the men in the replenishment group raised their footsteps to the north.

A little further north, Rao Xiangyun was already riding a fast horse towards Guiding.

"Staff Rao, there is still an hour, you insist on holding on."

Rao Xiangyun felt that his thigh was about to be bled by the saddle, and he had endured this pain for three hours.

In order to hide, their group began to ride horses from Libo to dark.

"Okay, let's hurry up."

The sound of horses' hooves continued to sound in the woods.

"Commander, wait another half an hour, the next train will arrive at the station, an hour at most, and the brothers should go back."

Lu Wenqing reminded Zhang Ziwen to pay attention to the time.

Zhang Ziwen stopped looking to the south, where thousands of brothers were buried, and he didn't know when he would be able to give them a pillar of incense.

"Lu Wenqing, if one day I die in battle and you don't die, remember that there are still a thousand of our brothers here, and give them a stick of incense for me."

Lu Wenqing replied with a serious expression: "Commander, don't worry, I, Lu Wenqing, will die in front of you, so this pillar of incense is still bothering you."

Zhang Ziwen: "Didn't you say it, if I die, you won't die."

Lu Wenqing was a little puzzled, and stepped forward to ask: "Regiment Leader, how can you think like this today, how can I add four thousand brothers in the regiment to ensure your safety."

Four thousand brothers, standing up is like a long wall, but the Japanese army has a hundred walls?

"There are more than 10,000 people in Nakamura, and they were killed by the 22nd Division."

Lu Wenqing was a little indignant: "It's not the brothers of the second and fourth battalions who help, otherwise his flanks will be exposed, let alone kill Nakamura, whether he can be contained or not is one thing."

Zhang Ziwen could only shake his head in the face of the serious Lu Wenqing: "You kid, who did you learn from, it's getting more and more serious."

Lu Wenqing laughed, head of the regiment, guess it, Zhang Ziwen raised his foot is a kick.

"Yo, I dare to hide~"

Lu Wenqing was honest after being beaten with two feet.

"It was the regimental deputy who told me, saying that if you want to kick me, I will hide, and the regimental deputy also said that I should be serious."

Alas, this kid is afraid that he is stupid, and being serious doesn't make you serious about everything.

"Commander, when do you think we will be able to drive the Japanese back to Japan?"

Zhang Ziwen sighed: "Remember, no matter when, no matter how much it takes, we must drive the Japanese out of the land of China, I don't know how much time it will take, but I will fight for it with my life."

Zhang Ziwen is not the only one who is fighting for it, and at this moment, millions of soldiers on the front line are also fighting with their blood and lives.

The young soldier carved in bamboo was waiting for the company commander to give the order to charge.

"Seeing it, on the small hill in front, most of the seven dead and wounded failed to capture it.

But we are a company, and the reason why a company is a company is not only because we are a battalion, but because we have the strongest combat effectiveness.

Now we have only a hundred men, and excluding the first and second rows of flanks, we are only thirty.

My company commander Dong He will take you to take this mountain, I dare to be the first to charge, do you dare to take that mountain after I die in battle. ”

"Dare~"

Thirty men crossed out of the trenches and crawled toward the hill.

The young soldier watched as his brother was shot in the head, but instead of fearing, he quickened his pace.

It was not that he did not have mercy, but that the Japanese did not tolerate mercy for him, and he could only come back to collect the bodies of his brothers after conquering the mountain.

The cover on the left and right flanks suddenly became stronger, and the young soldier knew that this was about to be ready to charge.

Before he heard the trumpet, he continued to crawl forward at a rapid pace, and only by getting close to the hill could he have a chance to capture him.

In a short period of time, eight out of thirty fell forever.

When the trumpet sounded, the young soldier rushed to the top of the hill with his official life, which was told to him by the veteran who died in battle yesterday, as long as he did not want to die, he could save his life.

The Japanese sweet potato grenade exploded next to him, shrapnel slashed through his left hand, and he endured the pain and stabbed a shot into the chest of the devil who was shooting with his gun.

As soon as his back was cold, he pulled out the Japanese army's bayonet and stabbed it back, exchanging one for two, and he earned.

When he fell to the ground, the bamboo tube hanging from his waist fell to the ground and was trampled into the mud by the brothers behind him, and it was only after decades that it was dug up.