Chapter 160: The Bloody Battle of Prome (5)
The loud trumpet of the charge sounded in the position, and everyone began to go crazy, and the British battalion commander howled and brandished his pistol to direct the soldiers to charge. In the face of the surging British army, the soldiers on the position had no time to shoot anymore and rushed out www.biquge.info of the trenches with their bright bayonets.
Feng Shanmin, who grabbed his rifle and rushed out of the trench, pierced him with a stab in the face of the rushing British troops, and as he stabbed down several British soldiers in a row, Feng Shanmin's bravery and officer uniform finally attracted the attention of the British army. Soon, several enemy troops were surrounded by him, and Feng Shanmin immediately fell into passivity, covering left and right to be embarrassed. Fortunately, several soldiers of the second company found out about his situation and roared into the enemy group to rescue him. Feng Shanmin, covered in blood and a few soldiers, rushed back towards the place where the enemy had the most.
Scuffles played out in every corner of the position, and most of the soldiers of the second company who were left alone were quickly killed under the siege of the superior British forces, and the hoarse shouts of soldiers on both sides resounded in the sky. At this time, the soldiers on both sides of the position had done their best, and whoever could get support at the last moment would be able to win the battle, and the commanders of both sides were keenly aware of this almost at the same time.
At the same time that Tao Zhen decided to personally lead three companies to reinforcements, Brenz also ordered two companies of British troops to go to reinforce the attacking troops.
"Kill! Kill!! ”
The deafening shouts of killing resounded in the sky. After all, Tao Zhen's distance was much shorter, and he entered the position first. The morale of the second company, which had been supported by the new force, was greatly boosted, and a fierce attack forced the British army to retreat, and at this moment, the British reinforcements were only three hundred meters away from the position.
"Don't pursue! Don't chase! Tao Zhen shouted: "Enter the position immediately, fight!" ”
As he shouted, Tao Zhen grabbed a machine gun and began to fire fiercely, and the soldiers who jumped into the trench soon poured out a barrage like rain. The fleeing enemy and the reinforcing enemy immediately fell to the ground, and the British army, which was riddled with dead and wounded, began to slowly retreat, and the whole battlefield was temporarily calm.
"Erlian is good! Feng Shanmin is good! I want to give you credit, Company Commander Feng! Feng Shanmin! Looking at the corpses on the battlefield, there were two companies and British soldiers, but the number of British troops obviously exceeded the second company by a lot, Tao Zhen couldn't help but praise loudly.
"Report to the battalion commander, Company Commander Feng has died." A bloodied soldier stood up and replied.
Tao Zhen was stunned for a long time before he said, "Where is it?" Take me to see it. ”
Feng Shanmin's face was blackened by the smoke of gunpowder, and he leaned on the side of the trench with angry eyes, and there were four or five bullet holes in the military uniform on his chest, and blood was constantly oozing out.
"As we rushed towards the enemy, the enemy suddenly opened fire, and the company commander..." said a soldier with tears in his eyes.
Tao Zhen silently closed Feng Shanmin's eyes, but his heart couldn't hurt anymore, since the Burma battle, two of the three company commanders under him have left, and the remaining one may have to leave at some point.
"Where's Instructor Chu?" Tao Zhen asked again.
"Sacrificed too."
After a bloody battle, less than 40 people won in two consecutive victories, all the company commanders and instructors were killed, and two of the three platoon commanders were killed. Tao Zhen had to organize the remaining people into a platoon and hand it over to the surviving platoon commander to take him to the back to rest and serve as a reserve. The first-line position was handed over to the defense of the third company.
Soon after the frontal assault was repulsed, the gunfire from the east and north gradually stopped. The morning assault was over, and both sides retreated to their respective positions, licking their wounds and waiting for the next fight.
Unlike Brentz, who relied on the superiority of the forces to charge, Abt used multiple waves of uninterrupted attacks. This method of operation brought Zheng Junlin a lot of trouble, he commanded three battalions to repel five attacks by the British army in a row, and the first-line position was broken through twice, both of which he personally counterattacked with reinforcements. As a result, his three battalions suffered more than 100 casualties, and the commander of the ninth company also died.
In the defensive operation throughout the morning, the 8th Regiment paid an extremely heavy price, the platoon-level officers were not counted, and the company-level officers were killed in three. More than 200 soldiers were killed or wounded. The British army on the opposite side was not much better, but more than 700 officers and soldiers were killed and wounded, but they could not even take a defensive line.
After lunch, the British troops immediately readjusted their attack deployment, regardless of fatigue, and they did not want to give the defenders a chance to breathe. On the other side of the position, Huang Yuying and Chief of Staff Wei Guangqi were watching everything that was happening here with binoculars from the position of the Third Battalion.
"Fuck, it's like that." The adjustment and deployment of the British troops as if no one was around made Wei Fakui, the commander of the second battalion who stayed on the side of the position, very angry, and he had a feeling of being despised by him. The British army is taking action because of the weakness of their own insufficient troops!
"Who left us with a shortage of troops?" The noisy voices on the British positions filled the tone of Chief of Staff Wei Guangqi with helplessness.
Wei Fakui snorted hatefully: "Lao Tzu will make British Maozi look good later!" ”
"Wei Fakui, do you dare to attack once?" A silent Huang Yuying suddenly spoke.
"Now?" Wei Fakui was slightly stunned.
"Of course not, after waiting for the enemy's first attack that will be repulsed, you take two companies to follow the enemy's rout and kill it, and I will send a regimental reconnaissance company to cooperate with you." When they spoke just now, Huang Yuying made a decision in her heart. He wanted to take advantage of the enemy's retreat and go out to take him by surprise.
"Commander, will this work?" Wei Guangqi asked hesitantly.
"War itself is an adventure, and besides, the British are so arrogant that I am very unhappy."
The reconnaissance company is recognized as the strongest company in the whole regiment, there is no one, Huang Yuying has not been willing to let the reconnaissance company fight in all previous battles, and today he is going to take out his steel knife.
"As soon as the battle starts, you attack, and the louder the better. But when you hear the trumpet blowing on our side, you have to resolutely retreat, without the slightest delay, understand? Huang Yuying commanded slowly.
"Yes, Captain." Wei Fakui restrained the excitement in his heart and replied in a deep voice.
The British offensive in the afternoon soon began, and this time the British focused on the junction of the two positions south and east of the city. The heavy artillery bombardment was followed by an offensive formation of British troops with multiple skirmish lines, and this time the attacking formation against the junction of the defenders' positions consisted of the strength of two British battalions. The battle was at a fever pitch at the beginning, and in less than an hour, the British approached the defenders' positions several times in wave after wave of attacks, but fortunately Wei Fakui had been prepared and sent reserves up in time to stabilize the situation.
The battle on the position here was so noisy, the reconnaissance company over there had already been prepared, and the company commander Wei Jinxian was summoning all the platoon commanders of the various companies under him for mobilization.
"Listen up, don't fucking look for Lao Tzu when you charge, just rush forward, and don't look back if you don't hear the horn of the charge. If you don't squeeze out the eggs of the British devil today, don't fucking mess with me in Lao Tzu's reconnaissance company! "The pre-war mobilization of Wei Jinxian, the commander of the reconnaissance company, was very simple, but the swear words were full of mouths. However, in the case of the brothers' troops fighting and listening to the gunfire in the city for two days, these expletives are more morale-boosting than any quotations, famous sayings and the like!
"Hear it, squeeze out the devil's eggs!" The platoon leaders' faces were filled with red light of excitement.
Seeing that the defenders were gradually stabilizing the battle line, the British army, which had suffered heavy casualties, had to begin to slowly retreat towards the rear of their own battle line. At this time, with a few hurried whistles, I saw Wei Jinxian wield a light machine gun, and with a wave of his left hand, he rushed out of his own position with the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance company shouting, and swept away from the retreating earthy crowd in front of him. The ranks are already in disarray, and where can the British army, which is incompletely organized and demoralized, withstand the onslaught of the Chinese army, a new force with strong firepower? In a panic, he turned around and ran, throwing down the extra things on his body and in his hands as he ran, and these things that were used to fight hard in front of him are really cumbersome now.
Seeing the reconnaissance company in front of the position like a tiger descending from a mountain, Wei Fakui, the commander of the second battalion here, also stood up unequivocally and shouted: "Rush!" ”。 The battalion was divided into three parts, and the officers and men of the reconnaissance company followed the defeated enemy troops and began to penetrate in the direction of the British depth.
The British battalion commander on the front line looked bad, the gray-green figure chased the earthy yellow figure and ran fiercely, the distance was only a dozen meters, and the cunning Chinese ignored the soldiers who dropped their weapons and surrendered in place, just shouted to drive the poor insects who were still running to the south. Let's fight with Makqin, but the first to suffer is the British army that is running in front, don't shoot, the running rout will break up your own position, and the Chinese army that is following will also take the opportunity to rush up! To fight or not to fight? What a dilemma.
But on the battlefield, there was no time for the commander to hesitate and think crankily, and the machine gun positions where the British troops were covering the attack were instantly hit by countless grenades, and the battalion commander and the machine gunners, who had not yet made a decision, were immediately blown up.