Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Mortars rained down on the positions of the defenders of Tengxian County, and the loess in the sky and the severed limbs of the defenders shrouded the entire battlefield in extremely tragic images. This time, in order to capture Xuzhou in the shortest possible time, the army mobilized more than a dozen divisions to encircle Xuzhou, and the three divisions responsible for attacking from the north totaled more than 70,000 troops. And if they want to attack Xuzhou from the north, they must first break through Teng County, so in order to join up with the large army as soon as possible to besiege Xuzhou, the Yue army used almost half of the strength of this army against a small Teng County this time, nearly 40,000 people. However, 40,000 people took turns to attack Teng County, but five days of fierce fighting still failed to successfully take Teng County, and the army had lost thousands of troops. Although thousands of troops are nothing for 70,000 people, this result also made the person in charge of the North Road March, Isoya Ryosuke, very angry, because the defenders in Teng County were not the elite divisions of the Kuomintang, they did not have advanced weapons, and they did not even have enough guns and ammunition, but after five days of fighting, it was such a force that made them stop in Teng County, which was only an inch away from Xuzhou.

What kind of troops had the perseverance and ability to keep 70,000 enemies out of the city without taking a single step? Is it the Wolf's Tooth Special Operations Brigade in Northeast Zhang? Is it the Eighth Route Army? Since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, Sichuan has sent hundreds of thousands of troops to support the resistance, and the Sichuan army has almost all over China's major theaters, among which the fifth theater is the most praised by the world for defending the king of Teng County. Wang Mingzhang, a senior general of the Sichuan Army, after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, led more than 20,000 children of the Sichuan Army to swear from Deyang County, Sichuan, walked out of Jianmen, crossed Bashan, crossed the Qinling Mountains, and the troop footprints almost covered the entire North China. After arriving in Xuzhou, due to the exclusion of some descendants of the Kuomintang, he was finally arranged in Tengxian County without any military materials, guns and bullets, and Chiang Kai-shek's order to his subordinates at that time was: to defend Tengxian County for seven days, in order to win time for the final deployment of the Battle of Xuzhou. At this time, it was the evening of the fifth day of Chiang Kai-shek's seven days, and in five days, Wang Mingzhang's troops killed thousands of enemies, while the Sichuan army under his command suffered most of the casualties, and the troops of more than 20,000 people were sharply reduced to more than 10,000 in just five days.

Rumble! Another shell fell.

"Commander, be careful!" At the same time as the explosion of the cannonball landed, Wang Mingzhang suddenly felt a powerful force behind him push him to the ground, and then something pressed heavily on his back, and he didn't need to look at it to know that it was a Sichuan soldier who was pressing on him, and it was this soldier who saved himself when the cannonball fell, Wang Mingzhang was about to say thank you to this soldier, but then he felt a hot current across his neck. Wang Mingzhang wiped it with his hand and found that this hot stream was still steaming blood. His heart tightened, and he knew that the warrior on his back had been seriously wounded.

Wang Mingzhang turned his hands behind his back, hugged the soldier who was pressing on his back, and then slowly flipped his body and laid the soldier flat in the trench. Looking at the soldier who was already blurred in flesh and blood, Wang Mingzhang's heart was extremely painful, and he shouted: "Medic, where are the medics?" But at this moment, his voice seemed so weak in the environment of the rumbling of cannons.

A forced smile appeared on the warrior's face, already covered in smoke and blood, and two rows of slightly yellowed teeth appeared from his grinning mouth.

"Commander, don't scream, I'm hopeless." The warrior barely squeezed the words out of his mouth, and as he spoke, blood kept pouring out of his mouth. Apparently he was badly wounded.

Wang Mingzhang said angrily: "Fart, Lao Tzu hasn't let you die yet, do you dare to say that you can't be saved?" ”

The soldier smiled and said, "Commander, you don't need to comfort me, I know for myself, I'm dying." But Commander, can I save you one thing before I die? ”

Life and death on the battlefield are commonplace, all soldiers know their lives best, looking at the soldier who kept gushing blood out of his mouth, Wang Mingzhang's voice choked up: "You said, Lao Tzu's fart was saved by you, you said that there is something, as long as I Wang Mingzhang can do it, I will definitely help you do it." ”

The soldier smiled and said: "Thank you, commander, this time I came out of the house, I told my parents that I would go back to see them after winning the battle, and I would take the military merit medal for them to see, but now I am dying, I will never see my father and mother again, and there is no military merit medal to bring to them, but I still want to go home, return to my parents, I miss them, military commander, when you win this battle, please take my ashes back and give them to my parents, and tell them that my son is not filial piety, and he can't give them a pension to the end." ”

Two lines of tears slipped out of Wang Mingzhang's cloudy eyes, and he said: "Don't worry, not only you, but all the good men of the Sichuan army who went with me this time I will take them home and return to our own relatives." And I will give Chairman Chiang a medal of military merit for each of you. ”

The warrior grinned again, and he smiled brightly. Gradually, his eyes lost their brightness, his hands drooped weakly, but the smile on his face did not disappear, he died with a smile, and his laughter will become an eternal classic.

Wang Mingzhang wanted to let go of his hand, but found that his hand was tightly held by this warrior, until now the warrior had lost his breath, but he still held his hand so strongly. Wang Mingzhang sighed: "Good baby, I, Wang Mingzhang, will definitely avenge you." I won't let you die in vain, I will use the blood of countless little books to give you a funeral. With that, he forcefully pulled his gripping hand out of the warrior's hand.

At this moment, the enemy's artillery fire was still fierce, but Wang Mingzhang resolutely rushed out of the trench, stood on top of the trench, raised the light machine gun in his hand, and shouted: "The good sons of the Sichuan army, give me a hero!" Let Xiao Yueben know the strength of our Sichuan army, rush over to me, slaughter those eight lambs, and avenge our dead brothers. Come on! With Wang Mingzhang's roar, countless soldiers in the trench all jumped out, some of these soldiers were already covered with bandages, but they still rushed to the front.

The machine-gun mortars of the enemy's Isoya Division on the opposite side of the position were still attacking the Sichuan army rampantly, and countless bullets and shells flew towards them. But at this time, those bullets and shells seemed to be forced by the momentum of the Sichuan army, and they all turned to one side. Countless sons of the Sichuan army charged at the enemy with their dilapidated weapons and equipment, and some soldiers even carried sickles and hoes in their hands.

Looking at the Sichuan army rushing towards his position like crazy, Ryosuke Isoya was stupid and yelled at the adjutant beside him: "Are these people crazy? Don't they want to die? But no one answered his shouting questions, because the two questions he asked did not need to be answered at all.

"Hit me, hit me hard, adjust the artillery fire to up hard. See how far they can go. I don't believe that they really don't want to die, with tattered weapons, they want to charge back without artillery cover, they are simply looking for death. Ryosuke Isoya gave the order to the machine gunner. He wanted to use guns to make the Sichuan soldiers afraid, but when the machine gun shells launched a crazy attack on these Sichuan soldiers who rushed towards him, he found that no one on the opposite side was afraid at all, the soldiers who rushed in front fell, but the soldiers behind immediately rushed up again, looking at the corpses piled up in the middle of the two positions in just the blink of an eye, Isoya Ryosuke roared: "Crazy, they are really crazy." These people are all outlaws, all crazy. His voice was angry, the expression on his face was angry, but only he knew that his heart was afraid. And in the face of such a desperate force, he finally knew why Dao had not broken through this city for five days without continuous attacks.

Countless soldiers fell on the way to the charge, but they used their lives to win opportunities for the soldiers behind, and finally countless Sichuan troops rushed into the enemy's position, so a white-knuckle battle began. However, although the generals of the Sichuan army, who had not closed their eyes for almost five days, outperformed the enemy in willpower, they lost to the enemy in physical strength. But even if they die, they will use their last strength to stab their enemies into the body.

Time passed minute by minute, and at this time the two armies in the position had been completely mixed together, the guns had completely lost their effect, and the rest could only use knives to duel. The roar of rage, the crunch of swords and guns, the wail of the enemy falling to the ground, all the sounds are intertwined, except for the absence of gunfire, such a battle scene seems to turn time back to the era of cold weapons.

Two hours passed, but the battle continued. Ryosuke Isoya looked at the crazy Sichuan soldiers on the battlefield, and could no longer hide the shock and fear in his heart. It's not because the army is going to be defeated at this moment, the situation on the battlefield is still that the army has the upper hand, but looking at these Sichuan troops who don't know what life and death are, Isoya Ryosuke is frightened, not only Isoya Ryosuke, at this moment a chill rises in the hearts of all the Yue army, they just want to end this battle as soon as possible.

"Shhh Wang Mingzhang waved a big knife and directly split a little devil in half, and then slashed at another little devil beside him. At this moment, he had already killed his red eyes, and he was shuttling among the little devils like a killing god. But no matter how brave he is, after all, two fists are hard to beat four hands. When Wang Mingzhang cut down a little devil again, and was about to rush to the next target, suddenly his feet were tripped by a corpse, and he suddenly fell to the ground. He wanted to get up, but he found that he had no strength, his previous selfless rush had already overdrawn his physical strength, and the reason why he could still fight until now was completely by a will in his heart, not only him, but all the soldiers of the Sichuan army at the moment were the same, and the will to kill the enemy and take revenge was their only power source now.

Seeing that he fell to the ground and was unable to get up again, a few little devils suddenly raised their rifles with a whole knife and surrounded him, looking at these little devils with a cruel smile raising their guns to slash at themselves, Wang Mingzhang smiled miserably, and said in his heart: Is this the end of my life?

Just as this thought came to his mind, suddenly a few gunshots rang out, and the few little devils who were originally surrounding him all fell to the ground without exception. Wang Mingzhang was overjoyed: Could it be that the reinforcements have arrived? He turned his head to look around, but what caught his eye was countless soldiers in sky-blue military uniforms.

Eighth route army? How did they end up here? Could it be that this is the reinforcement that Chiang Kai-shek sent to himself? Wang Mingzhang was shocked, and it was only this morning that he called Li Zongren, hoping to send additional reinforcements to Teng County to relieve Teng County's predicament. But he didn't expect that it was not the Kuomintang troops who came to help, but the Eighth Route Army. Wang Mingzhang sneered in his heart: It seems that Chiang Kai-shek still feels sorry for his troops, and even the reinforcements sent are [***] troops. Wang Mingzhang suddenly felt a heartache, how could such a person be worthy of the country's heavy responsibility?

It was indeed the Eighth Route Army that came to help, but this Eighth Route Army unit was not dispatched by Chiang Kai-shek of the Kuomintang, but came to Teng County on its own, because this unit came to the head of Ryosuke Isoya, which was the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army led by Zhang Dongbei.