The Japanese completely destroyed the defenses on the shore with heavy and precise artillery fire, but the Japanese did not seem to have sent a second wave of landing troops, and after two hours of bombardment, they sent boats to pick up the Japanese soldiers on the shore. www.biquge.info After the more intense artillery bombardment of the Japanese army, Qiao Zhen gathered his troops and found that the two thousand garrison troops could only find more than 500 people, and the rest were either dead or fled.

Qiao Zhen couldn't do anything about it, he didn't say anything more, and he didn't order the deserter to be killed, but gathered his men and began to look for the living in the pile of dead. The Japanese did not take advantage of the darkness of the night to continue the attack, which gave the Chinese defenders ample time to search for the wounded, but unfortunately Meng Qingfu, who was buried in the earth, was not found.

After regrouping the soldiers, Qiao Zhen decided to put the defensive line under the city of Nantong, which was far away from the Japanese navy's naval guns, because this military operation was on the Yangtze River, so Japan dispatched four small warships and three troop carriers, so although the Chinese defenders were dealt a strong blow on the shore, once far from the shore, the threat of the range of the Japanese small warships and naval guns was much smaller.

At dawn the next day, Qiao Zhen sent some soldiers to look for the wounded on the shore, and one soldier was overjoyed when he saw another gun barrel on the ground, and ran over to pull the gun out.

Meng Qingfu seemed to have slept for a long time, and it seemed that he had returned to his childhood, when he was suddenly pulled by his mother's ears. He woke up suddenly, it was someone pulling his gun, Meng Qingfu wanted to shout, but found that his mouth was blocked by mud and couldn't shout, he was so anxious that he could only hold the golden hook rifle in his hand tightly to prevent it from being pulled out.

"Brothers, there's a Japanese gun sold here, help me dig it out." The soldier shouted.

Several soldiers began to dig with their hands and feet, and gradually dug up the bodies of Meng Qingfu and his comrades, and the soldiers saw their comrades-in-arms who were buried alive and suffocated, and they lowered their heads and couldn't speak, and some soldiers even choked up. The Chinese defenders were in good shape, and the soldiers had held their positions the previous night, and although most of them had been killed by the shelling, the Japanese had been beaten back by them.

"Alas...... I'm the ancestor of Japan! An older veteran came over and scolded, "It's all the sins of the Japanese devils." As he spoke, he dragged the gun in Meng Qingfu's hand, and Meng Qingfu held the gun tightly again, and slowly made a sound, frightening the people around him to sit on the ground.

......Meng Qingfu suddenly got up, spit out the soil from his mouth while spitting, and then coughed violently, someone hurriedly handed the kettle over, Meng Qingfu was like a terracotta warrior, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes were extremely bright, he grabbed the kettle, drank a whole pot of water in one go, and then gasped for breath and asked: "I almost saw Lord Yama, grandma's, suffocated me." ”

"You're not dead?" Everyone was pleasantly surprised, a little nonsense.

Meng Qingfu nodded, clenched his gun, and said, "Lord Yama didn't have time to accept me, so he was pulled back by you." Everyone chuckled, it was happier for them to save a compatriot than to kill the Japanese, someone patted him with dust on his military uniform, and a large pile of dirt fell down, and the dust choked Meng Qingfu himself to cover his nose.

"Why are you holding a Japanese gun?" The veteran asked with a smile.

Meng Qingfu looked at his gun and said, "I robbed it, the Japanese gun is easy to use, but unfortunately now the gun chamber is full of mud, I have to wipe the gun well." ”

The veteran nodded and said, "The guns of the Japanese devils are indeed easy to use, much stronger than ours." ”

"What about the position? Didn't lose it, did you? Meng Qingfu asked hurriedly.

"The position is not lost, but our people have retreated, a few of us have come to collect corpses and organize ordnance, and we will have to retreat later." The veteran said, "What's your name?" ”

"Meng Qingfu, a recruit of the first company of the third battalion of the tenth regiment of the supplementary regiment, our company commander Su Wenhui." Meng Qingfu smiled, revealing his bright teeth.

"Su Wenhui." The veteran touched his chin and said, "I don't know Su Wenhui, but I know that there shouldn't be many people alive in your three battalions, and your three battalions are on the front line, aren't they?" ”

"That's right, last night's beachhead sniper battle was fought by our battalion, killing dozens of devils." Meng Qingfu said happily.

"The devil retreated last night." The veteran laughed, "You took it away." ”

Meng Qingfu was very proud, and said: "Thanks to you, otherwise I would have to be buried alive, thank you, thank you." ”

The old soldier took the soldier by the hand and said, "You have to thank the little tartar, if he hadn't seen the gun, you would have been buried." ”

"Little Tartar? Flag man? Meng Qingfu asked.

The little tartar nodded, smiled, and asked, "I don't have a gun, can you give me a gun?" ”

Meng Qingfu said: "There is also a golden hook rifle and two fast guns below, but the fast guns should be crushed, and the fast gun bullets are easy to explode, and they can't be used if they are found, but the golden hook rifle should still be usable." ”

Several people dug out the golden hook rifle with all hands and feet, and the old soldier called the old horse looked at the gun, shook his head, and said: "I can't shoot a gun, I can't shoot accurately, little Tartar, come here, this gun is given to you." You learn from Meng Qingfu and learn how people shoot. I guess we also have to reorganize, Meng Qingfu, you follow us and teach the brothers how to shoot. ”

"Okay." Meng Qingfu said with a smile, he still had three devils' bullet boxes wrapped around his waist, one box could hold up to one hundred and twenty bullets, and there were more than a hundred rounds in these three boxes, he handed one of the bullet boxes to the little Tartar, and began to teach the little Tartar to disassemble and wipe the gun as he walked. The little Tartar studied very seriously, and after a while, he was able to dismantle the gun, and the two of them seriously wiped the barrel and bolt.

Lao Ma took the others to find some weapons, especially two boxes of grenades dug up in the soil, about eighty pieces, and the harvest was quite fruitful. At the suggestion of Lao Ma, everyone continued to search for a while and then returned to the second-line position.

The second-line position is the last position, under the city of Nantong, Meng Qingfu watched from a distance the morale of his comrades-in-arms was low, and the red flag on the city was burned off, and his mood gradually sank. Lao Ma said that Commander Qiao knelt on the ground last night and kowtowed to his comrades on the shore three times, and a dignified old man in his forties cried like a child, and Commander Qiao said that he had made a big mistake, otherwise he would not have died so many brothers.