In the village, the common people were generally not optimistic about Ma Zhanshan for this battle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Some say that the devils have gathered a lot of troops on the edge of the Nenjiang Bridge, and there are two devils with yellow skins and black hearts to take the lead. The planes and artillery rumbled non-stop, and the shells flew back and forth as if they didn't want money, and Ma Zhanshan's troops would definitely not be able to hold on for a few days.

Some people said that Ma Zhanshan had no reinforcements, and Zhang Shaoshuai didn't care about him, the devil was so powerful, he would have to occupy Heilongjiang sooner or later.

Qin Yuan asked them why they didn't run away since they knew that the devil was coming, and Heilongjiang would not be able to hold it?

The answer of the common people is very simple, home is here, the land on which they depend for survival is also here, where can they run, and where is there any place to live in the northeast.

I asked around the village, and the answers I got were all the same, and there was no useful news.

Returning to the army, Qin Yuan and his brothers briefly explained the situation, and everyone was a little silent, not knowing what to do.

Looking at this posture, the devil is determined to take Heilongjiang, and even the plane has been dispatched.

Everyone's hearts were heavy, knowing that this was another battle of life and death.

Leaving the village, I began to rush along the path to the edge of the Nenjiang River, and from time to time I saw the planes in the sky flying over with black smoke, and the brothers who hated it were itching.

These planes were all the original home of the Northeast Army, and now they are all cheaper.

I don't know if Zhang Zuolin would scold his mother if he knew about it.

Occasionally, you can see the devil's military train, with small cannons and machine guns on the roof of the carriage, and they will drive past with a roar.

Seeing that the Nenjiang Bridge was getting closer and closer, Qin Yuan obviously felt that the atmosphere of the team was becoming more and more dignified.

In the face of such a powerful strength of the devil, not to mention the ordinary soldiers below, even Qin Yuan's heart was as if he had been picked up, and he had no bottom at all.

In his heart, he longed to have a good fight with the devil, after all, every man has some illusions about war in his heart.

But at the same time, he didn't want his brothers to die in vain. By the Nenjiang Bridge, it will be turned into a flesh and blood mill, and these more than 400 brothers will fill it in, and a few people will be able to come out alive.

In this way, Qin Yuan took the brothers of the independent regiment and approached the Nenjiang Bridge step by step. Many people in the team will not know that what awaits them is an unprecedented bloody battle.

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The troops stopped a few miles from the Nenjiang bridge.

With the naked eye, you can clearly see the thick smoke billowing in front of you, and from time to time there is a deafening sound, which is the devil shelling the position of Ma Zhanshan's troops on the opposite side.

An artillery train stopped on the railroad with an armored train, frantically bombarding the opposite side with the mountain guns loaded on the train.

This armored train, also known as the Japanese army's armored guard car, consisted of six carriages. The first carriage is a flatbed car, which plays the role of opening the road; The middle three sections are combat vehicles, which are loaded with mountain artillery; The fifth section is a soldier's residential vehicle; The sixth section is a power locomotive.

Each combat vehicle is generally loaded with two to three guns, ranging from 75 mm rapid-fire cannons to 75 mm Type 41 mountain guns, with a base shell of 300 rounds, including 100 anti-personnel blast rounds and 200 anti-personnel rounds.

Qin Yuan is okay, he saw a similar railway armored car in the TV series of the Railway Guerrilla in his previous life, although it is not as shocking as it seems now, but he will not be too surprised in his heart.

But the brothers looked at the devil's armored beast one by one dumbfounded, they didn't know what kind of equipment this was, and instinctively felt afraid of the devil from the heart.

"Oh my mother, this fucking little devil is so fucking capable, the train can be loaded with cannons by them!" Zhang Fenglin looked at the Western scenery with a look on his face, and pulled Qin Yuan and said.

Qin Yuan also felt a little headache, with such a column of artillery cars guarding the river, how should he and his brothers cross the river.

The devil is still shelling Ma Zhanshan's position on the armored train, even if he is several miles away, he can still hear the scream of "squeak ~ squeak ~ squeak" in the air!

This kind of whistling sound is very harsh, even if it is so far away, it still brings great pressure to people's hearts.

Qin Yuan couldn't help but think about what he would do if he was on the opposite position at this time, facing this level of shelling.

At this time, he would not know that in the next ten years, he would also experience an artillery bombardment that was countless times more powerful than this.

Qin Yuan took out his binoculars and looked at it, and the position on the opposite side of the bridge, especially near the bridgehead, was the key artillery target of the devils. Mountain artillery shells fell on the bridgehead like rain, and the smoke and dust rolled up with the heat wave, bringing up pieces of stumps from time to time.

In addition to the mountain artillery of the armored train, the heavy artillery of the devil's artillery position is also bombarding.

The sound of heavy artillery shelling sounded deep from a distance, and even a little deflated.

When the shells fly through the air, from below, it sounds like a speeding car passing by.

But when it exploded, from a distance, there was a huge burst of black smoke rising up, and even a heat wave visible to the naked eye, and then a huge explosion came, rumbling like thunder.

The more Qin Yuan looked at it, the more ugly his face became, the previous battles around Fengtian now seemed to be all playing in children's houses, and this comparison was not a scene at all.

He began to wonder if his decision to take his troops to Heilongjiang to join Ma Zhanshan was the right one.

The whole shelling lasted for half an hour before it slowly subsided.

In the telescope, you can clearly see that one by one, the devils are in a straggler formation, and they begin to rush towards the opposite Ma Zhanshan position.

Although it is a skirmish formation, the distance between people is not large.

The devils are still obsessed with group charges, vainly trying to use the superiority of troops to win the position.

This kind of dense formation is very advantageous once it rushes to the position and starts a white-knuckle battle. Of course, the disadvantages are also obvious, if there is heavy fire equipment in the opposite position, then it is easy to inflict a large number of casualties.

But it's a pity that the Chinese army in this era, not to mention artillery and heavy artillery, is not much in the number of light and heavy machine guns.

In the face of the devil's bullying style, it is obviously a little difficult to deal with.

In this attack, the devils organized at least a thousand people, and through the telescopes, they were as dense as a swarm of locusts, and the honeycombs poured up.

The devil rushed to a place more than two hundred meters away from the bridgehead position, but the defenders on the bridgehead had no movement.

Qin Yuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious looking through the binoculars, and he even felt that the defenders at the bridgehead had all died under the fierce shelling just now.

At this moment, a dense burst of gunfire suddenly came from the bridgehead, and the light and heavy machine guns opened fire suddenly, and the devils who charged in a dense formation immediately fell like a piece of wheat that had been cut down.

But death did not frighten the Japanese troops behind.

With a look of fanaticism, they shouted slogans, trampled on the corpses of their comrades and continued to charge towards the position.

In the blink of an eye, the Japanese rushed to the bridgehead in the face of bullets.

The two sides engaged in a white-knuckle battle.