On the afternoon of 26 August, the British launched three successive attacks, and finally broke through the defenders' first line of defense after suffering heavy casualties. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the forward command post, Huang Yuying calmly looked at the British troops who kept cheering after occupying the forward position, at this time he was no longer able to launch a counterattack, and the rest of the troops under his complete formation had been disabled except for the engineer company, communication company, baggage company, etc., and a cadet company of the Army Academy. The first battalion had less than one-third left, the second battalion suffered most of the casualties, the third battalion was almost completely wounded, and the first battalion of the seventh regiment also suffered more than one-third of the casualties.

"Day 4!" Huang Yuying looked back at the north and sighed in her heart.

In the evening, Cai Yi received a battle report from Promei, and now Huang Yuying no longer reported to him the detailed battle situation, but only said in a few numbers: "This morning, the first brigade of enemy reinforcements arrived, the British army attacked fiercely, and our regiment suffered heavy casualties and was forced to retreat to the second line of defense, and there are still more than 1,500 people left. ”

"Five days, tomorrow will be the fifth day." Cai Ye's eyes were a little moist, when he gave the order, he was not sure whether he could keep Promei, but at that time he had no better way but to take risks. But as it turned out, his soldiers did not disappoint him, and Cai Yi's heart was full of bitterness while being satisfied. This elite infantry regiment, will they be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive?

Cai Ye looked worried, and said in a deep voice after a long time: "Record! ”

The staff officer next to him immediately picked up the pen.

"Order Luo Peikin, Prome is in danger, and the 4th Division must rush to Tangoo tomorrow."

"Order Yan Weidong, Zhang Wenguang, the 1st Division and the 6th Division to go out of Homalin, Chen Bingyin, the Burmese border, and coerce Imphal."

"Order Gu Pinzhen, the Seventh Division has rested for more than a month, and now it can go out of Yadong and capture Darjeeling to threaten the Indian plain."

After a few orders, Cai Ye was still not at ease, he turned around twice and thought about it repeatedly, and then ordered: "Send another telegram to Chief of Staff Lan, and order him to capture Mandalay tomorrow and clear the nearby enemy." ”

It was completely dark. After a day of fierce fighting, the new Australian brigade realized the strength of the Chinese army, and they had already lost the vigor of the morning, and at this moment they were squatting in the trenches like frosted eggplants, numbly looking at the night sky and thinking about their own thoughts. In the headquarters not far from them, Major General White looked extremely excited, and the torment he had suffered for several days was finally coming to an end: "Today we have consumed the last effective strength of the Chinese, and tomorrow we will attack on all fronts and win the final victory." ”

General White's words, Brentz and other brigade commanders agreed very much, and they also saw the embarrassment of the defenders today, but it was one thing to see it, but it was one thing to agree, and it was another thing to attack. In addition to the Australian brigade commander who was gearing up, the three brigade commanders of Brents, Abt and Kakran all looked embarrassed, and despite their own heavy casualties, the strong combat effectiveness of the Chinese army still made them feel uneasy, and it was difficult for their troops to withstand a greater blow in the next battle.

Looking at the three brigade commanders who lowered their heads, White didn't know what they were thinking, but what could he do, his division was about to be disabled, and after thinking about it, he could only sigh heavily.

White is busy deploying, and Huang Yuying is not idle, he is desperately strengthening the defense. Every street and obstacle in Prome City has been transformed into a firepower point, the city is crisscrossed with trenches and dark forts, rooms have been opened, abandoned buildings have been piled up at intersections to become obstacles, and the center of the city is even more sandbagged.

At present, Huang Yuying has only more than 1,800 troops at his disposal, of which more than 400 are lightly or seriously wounded, and the troop structure is chaotic; although the three battalions are all one battalion, there are only more than 100 people left in the first battalion, the second battalion is a little better than two companies, and the third battalion has only half a company left. Huang Yuying combined the 1st and 3rd Battalions and handed them over to Wei Fakui to command and hold the east after the 2nd Battalion; In the north, Wei Guangqi commanded the remainders of the second and third companies of the first battalion of the seventh regiment, as well as the engineer company of the eighth regiment; The rest of the troops directly under the regiment, such as the reconnaissance company and the baggage company, as well as the first battalion and one company of the seventh regiment, were inevitably defended by Chen Zhenhui, political commissar of the Eighth Regiment. Huang Yuying also organized the cadet team and various political workers, staff officers, and security personnel into a team, which he personally led and prepared to go up at a critical moment.

"Brethren, we have been under siege by several times the enemy for four days, and we have effectively cooperated with the battle of the main frontal force, and I am proud to be your commander! I don't know if we'll make it out alive, but I do know that there will be more enemies before we fall. Brothers, the enemy will surely lose, but the victory will be ours! For the sake of the country, for the sake of the nation, down with imperialism! Long live the Chinese nation! Huang Yuying looked indignant, standing on the battlefield and speaking loudly to his soldiers.

"Down with imperialism! Long live the Chinese nation! ”

"Down with imperialism! Long live the Chinese nation! ”

The officers and men in the trenches raised their steel guns in their hands and let out a thunderous roar with their regimental commander.

Before dawn, a trace of fish belly white had just been revealed in the sky, and layers of mist continued to spread slowly from the riverside to Prome. As a new day dawns, the brutal battle begins again.

Shells continued to explode on the position with a sharp whistling, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the British army poured wave after wave towards the defender's position. The machine gunner raised his machine gun and opened fire fiercely at the swarming enemy troops, but soon the oncoming bullets whistled into his chest, and the sub-shooter pushed away his corpse and set up the machine gun and continued to shoot. There are people dying around them, shells exploding from time to time, and as long as they don't die, they will crawl out of the dirt and continue to fight, and no one cares about life or death at this time.

Wei Guangqi didn't know how many enemy charges he had repulsed, the casualties on the position were getting bigger and bigger, but the enemy's offensive did not weaken at all.

"Get on the bayonet! Blow the trumpet! Wei Guangqi shouted, he decided to launch a counter-charge.

Ignoring the bullets flying in the air, the trumpeter jumped out of the trench and raised the trumpet in his hand, and the loud trumpet began to echo over the position. The living soldiers got up from the rubble and rushed towards the British with their guns, and the seriously wounded who could not walk also crawled on the edge of the trenches and continued to shoot at the British soldiers.

"Fire, fire! Shoot all the shells out and cut off the enemy. Huang Yuying in the command post at the rear of the battle line was in a hurry, the ferocity of the Australian brigade was beyond his expectations, and he had to shoot out all the remaining shells.

The whistling shells smashed into the reinforced enemy group, forming a small isolation zone with the fierce battle position, and the British army was completely overwhelmed by the defenders' life-for-life style of play, and was forced to retreat for a while, and finally turned from retreating to rout under the pursuit of the Chinese officers and soldiers who fought bloodily.

The British army retreated, but the defenders also suffered heavy casualties, almost all of them were wounded when they repelled the British attack, and Wei Guangqi, the chief of staff of the Eighth Regiment, was seriously wounded, and his right arm and left rib were stabbed in two holes by the British bayonet.

The same fierce fighting took place on the Eastern Front. Brigadier General Abt and Brigadier General Kakran personally supervised the battle, using the tactic of three battalions taking turns to attack, and the retreating troops did not enter the position, but rested on the spot outside the position before participating in the next attack. The machine gun in Wei Fakui's hand had already hit the barrel red, but he still felt that there were more and more enemy troops, the British army retreated and came up and down again, and there were fewer and fewer people on the position, but the British offensive did not slow down at all.

"Battalion commander!" A soldier came out of the smoke of gunpowder, panted and ran to Wei Fakui's side, pointed to the right and said, "Enemy, enemy, rush in." ”

Wei Fakui looked up, the gunfire on the right flank had gradually stopped, and the enemy was swarming into the position, and he had a death will in his heart, and roared: "Fuck, follow me." ”

As he spoke, Wei Fakui picked up a submachine gun and rushed towards the right flank position with seven or eight men. Rushing halfway, a British army collided head-on, Wei Fakui, who was frightened, picked up a submachine gun and swept towards the British army, after finishing the bullet, he picked up a rifle on the ground, raised his bayonet and resolutely rushed into the enemy group. Not long after Wei Fakui rushed to the right flank position, the left flank was also broken through, and the position on the eastern front could no longer be held, and the remaining hundred or so people fought and retreated, and retreated into the city.

At the same time as the Eastern Front was broken through, the positions on the Southern Front were also in danger of being breached. Chen Zhenhui had more than 300 people in his hands, but two-thirds of them were not combat companies, and after a day's attrition, there were only more than 100 people left at this time, struggling to hold on to the south. Chen Zhenhui, who gritted his teeth and insisted, did not hesitate to raise his bayonet to meet the battle in the face of the British troops who were constantly rushing to the position. Chen Zhenhui, who jumped out of the trench, rushed to the front, and felt a numbness in his chest at Chen Zhenhui, and the strength in his body suddenly disappeared, and he fell to the ground with weak feet.

The political commissar died, and the remaining officers and soldiers continued to rush upwards with red eyes, no howling or wailing, only the popping of bayonets into the flesh and the wheezing of scuffles. Despite the extreme bravery of the soldiers, there were too many enemies, and the British continued to break through their positions, and they were squeezed back into the city.

The southern and eastern fronts were broken through respectively, and the bloody battles on three sides were urgent, and the real crisis of Prome arrived.