Chapter 3 The First Blood Debt

On November 22, the 10th Army of the Japanese Army in Central China advanced to Wuxi and Huzhou, and the 13th Division advanced to Jiangyin as the avant-garde. On the 23rd, the Jiangyin Dongxiang Resistance Battle began, and the deputy commander of the 457th Brigade of the Guangdong Army, 39-year-old Major General Zeng Qingmin, sacrificed his life for the country in the white-knuckle battle, and most of the 457 Brigade suffered casualties. On the 24th, the middle section of the Chengxi defense line was lost, and the road between Jiangyin and Wuxi was cut off, and the Japanese 13th Division and the Chongteng Detachment began to encircle Jiangyin.

On November 25th, there was no river wind and no sun, the sky was gloomy and terrible, the cannon fire on the shore of Jiangyin City rang out from noon to afternoon, and the planes in the sky had been flying overhead since morning.

"Brother Wen, the cannon has stopped"

Ma Xiaobao looked at the plane flying to the west and said nonsense.

"I'm not deaf or blind, can I hear or see?"

Zhang Ziwen has been worried about hiding from the plane for a day, Zhang Ziwen is still worried about Jiangyin City, Jiangyin only has 112 divisions and 154 divisions, and the Japanese army has attacked many times, but fortunately, there is artillery support from the fortress, and Jiangyin is in danger.

"You go and tell the brothers to have a good rest these days and let the platoons post up."

If you can't beat the hard bone of Jiangyin, it's time to fight the soft persimmon of the 103rd Division, Zhang Ziwen has no devil's plane, there is no way to investigate, so I can only let the brothers be careful.

On 27 November, the division issued an operational order yesterday: the 613th Regiment held the front line of Phoenix Mountain in Wushan, and Zhang Ziwen's 9th Company continued to guard the area of the southern line of Phoenix Mountain.

"Boom~Boom~"

Jiangyin has started artillery battles again, these days the sound of artillery has come from the east, south and northwest, Zhang Ziwen's Phoenix Mountain seems to be a lonely army, Zhang Ziwen took a look at the old pole, the old pole seems to have also found out, these days I have been sleeping with one eye open, ghostly and ghostly.

More than a dozen planes flew to the east, and the wings were painted with red regiments, and the Japanese planes were going to bomb Jiangyin again, thinking that Jiangyin City was estimated to be bombed, and it had been bombed every day for almost 20 days from the 13th, and suddenly the planes began to dive towards the Phoenix Mountain position.

"Go into the fortifications, go into the fortifications, Li Zhi of the dog day doesn't hurry up and get down."

Li Zhi is a fool, Zhang Ziwen shouted so loudly and stood in the trench to watch.

"Boom~Boom~"

Zhang Ziwen just wanted to run over and pull Li Zhi down the trench, Zhang Ziwen's guard pillar threw him into the trench, and before he could break free, a bomb exploded in the trench, and the air wave took the pillar and slapped him the pit wall.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't hear anything, and saw that the people in front of him had turned into five or six figures, this person seemed to be saying something to himself, but he couldn't hear it clearly, until he slapped his head a few times and sobered up a little before he saw that it was Ma Xiaobao. This is Zhang Ziwen feeling something pressed on his legs, looking down to see that it was his guard pillar, his back was red, and he reached out to hug it, and his hands were full of blood.

"Zhang Qing, come over to Lao Tzu."

Looking at the red piece of the pillar, Zhang Ziwen hurriedly shouted loudly, turned the pillar over, and touched his neck with his hand, it's gone, it's gone, his pillar is not moving.

"Fuck your Japanese, Lao Tzu fuck your eight generations of ancestors."

Zhang Ziwen's head was heavy, his eyes were black, and he fell straight to the ground, and before he fell, he seemed to hear someone shouting that the devil was coming up.

"Brother Wen~, Zhang Qing hurry up and carry the company commander to the back, and the brothers copy the guys."

Ma Xiaobao led a platoon of brothers and began to fight back, and Li Zhi was blown up. The company commander fainted, the platoon commander died, and the brothers in the first row lost their backbone, but fortunately, Ma Xiaobao followed Zhang Ziwen every day, and the brothers in the first row did not escape.

Zhang Ziwen sat up suddenly, saw that there was no one in the surrounding company, there was a noise outside, and he was about to go out to take a look, and he felt something on his head together, and when he reached out and touched it, Zhang Ziwen shivered in pain.

"Company commander, don't move, be careful of the wound cracking."

The medical clerk Zhang Qing walked in, the white apron was all red, Zhang Ziwen remembered that the devil was coming, and knew that a brother was gone.

"What about Ma Xiaobao? How long have I been unconscious! ”

"Company commander, you were shocked by the devil cannon, and then you were so angry that you fainted, and you fainted for about two hours, and now the horse platoon commander is resting with a platoon of brothers."

"Platoon Commander? Who made him a platoon commander? How is Li Zhi? ”

"The platoon leader died, he was killed by the plane, more than a dozen people were also killed, and then the devil touched us and more than 30 brothers were killed, and now there are more than 20 seriously injured people lying outside, and there are also about 20 lightly injured."

"Where's the devil?"

"The devils killed and injured more than 30 people, and more than a dozen of them jumped into the trench and were killed by explosives."

After listening to Zhang Qing's words, Zhang Ziwen sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and asked Zhang Qing to call Ma Xiaobao over.

At 10 o'clock on November 27, the Japanese ships shelled the Jiangyin fortress, and at 12 o'clock, the Japanese 3rd Division attacked Jiangyin in two ways. Forty-seven people were killed in the ninth company of the 613th regiment, twenty-three people were seriously wounded, and only about 130 people could hold guns. Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette, thinking about how to fight and lose a full seventy people without much fighting, how to fight the next battle, how could Zhang Ziwen have the face to see his hometown fathers, and forty-seven fathers would have to suffer the pain of losing their sons.

"Bang~Bang~" The low sound of cannons came from Jiangyin, and Jiangyin fought again.

"Ma Xiaobao, you go to the regiment headquarters to report the casualties, and by the way, see how the regiment headquarters is doing"

"Luo Yu, Liu Yang, the two of you go and tell the whole company that you don't care if the plane goes to bomb it in the future, when you see Quan, you will climb down, who dares to stand, the plane can't kill him, Lao Tzu shot him."

Now in addition to Ma Xiaobao and Zhang Ziwen in the Ninth Company, the officers are only the second platoon commander Luo Yu and the third platoon commander Liu Yang.

"There is another question, what should we do next, Chairman Jiang ordered that we would not be able to run, the casualties of the devils were so large in one attack, we could not even withstand such attrition. Is there any way you can do it, don't look at the old pole and let me in, tell me if you have a way. ”

The old pole groped around and peeked outside, but it was too blatant, since the old pole said that he had participated in the Northern Expedition and survived, whether it was true or not, it would be good for multiple people to come up with ideas. The four of them discussed from three o'clock until dark, and decided to gather the entire company with good marksmanship and disperse it to the rear of the position, only responsible for fighting the command knife and the Japanese flag on the gun.

The sound of artillery and gunfire in Jiangyin did not stop from afternoon to evening, and Jiangyin slowly quieted down late at night.

The next morning, before breakfast, the sound of guns and cannons sounded again, and after eating breakfast in the sound of gunfire, the 613 regiment headquarters sent another order to dig anti-tank trenches, it seems that the Japanese tanks caused great damage to the 103rd Division, otherwise the regiment headquarters would not have ordered the digging of anti-tank trenches twice. Zhang Ziwen asked the third platoon to reinforce the trench dug again, and at the same time waterproof the explosive bag.

On the 28th, listening to the sound of guns and cannons on the east and west sides, the Ninth Company rested for a day, and the brothers of the Ninth Company had a little spirit, and Zhang Ziwen and Ma Xiaobao continued to discuss how to fight to reduce the number of deaths.

In the early morning of the 29th, there was a cannon sound in the direction of the South Gate, Zhang Ziwen was awakened by the sound of cannons, and it was only a quarter past four and three when he looked at his watch, but Zhang Ziwen didn't fall asleep again, sat up and lit a cigarette.

At 4 o'clock in the morning of November 29, Fang Shuhong, commander of the 334th Brigade of the 112th Division of the Northeast Army, personally led two battalions of the 667th Regiment to attack the enemy troops east of Nanzha Town. Killed a lieutenant general on the spot, with a saber next to him with Mt. Fuji engraved on the handle, and a flag with the word "Kawadawara" written on it.

As soon as the sky was faintly bright, there was a glimmer of white light on the horizon, it was a rare sunny day, and just as I was about to leave the company headquarters, a shell exploded directly in the traffic trench, and then it was a full minute of shells.

"Ma Xiaobao, you have to wait for death here, hurry up and rescue your injured brother."

Ma Xiaobao served as a platoon leader for two hours on the 27th, and now Zhang Ziwen himself is also a platoon leader. After speaking, Zhang Ziwen officially went to the first row with the old pole.

"You go and ask the second platoon commander to make sure that the explosives in the trench can be blown up? Tell him that the tank is stuck in the trench and don't rush to pull it, and wait for the devil to jump in and pull it again. ”

Looking at the two chariots without wheels, and the long barrels should be tanks, Zhang Ziwen's palms were full of sweat, pointing at a soldier, commanding the whole company to fight for the first time, Zhang Ziwen could only hold on.

500 meters, 300 meters, further forward, further forward, when Zhang Ziwen was looking forward to it moving forward, there was a bang, the tank hit the position with a bang, and the company was in the middle, Zhang Ziwen glanced back, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and stared at the tank. The tank climbed up and plunged into the trench again, and the second one followed suit.

"Hit~"

Zhang Ziwen carried a gun at the Japanese squad exposed because the tank was planted in the trench, and then the machine guns on the left and right also rang out, and the Japanese army panicked, and the squad all entered the trench.

"Ah, Dog's Day Royu."

As soon as Zhang Ziwen's words fell, a fire broke out in the first trench, and his ears were almost deaf. And then no one climbed out of the trench, no, the trench has become a big pit, the whole company cheered, Zhang Ziwen was also very happy, twenty or thirty people and two tanks were killed like this. Before the brothers of the Ninth Company could be happy, the Japanese shells hit the position of the Ninth Company again.