A wisp of black smoke came from far and near, and a gunboat on the Yangtze River was sailing downstream, and the two big characters on the bronze nameplate on the amidship of the ship were particularly eye-catching: Chuguan.

As the most powerful war machine of the Republican Army at present, the "Chuguan" has been cruising back and forth on the Wuhan River for a whole day, and the two Armstrong rapid-fire guns in the bow and stern of the ship have been holding their heads high, pointing in the direction of Hanyang, and more than 100 guns have been fired in front of and back, effectively supporting the actions of the Republican Army troops.

The gunboat had just finished its rest at Parrot Island, the coal tank had been filled with high-quality coal from the Pingxiang coal mine, the boiler had been filled with water, the fighting spirit of the whole crew was high, the fire in the machine room was blazing, and the pressure of the steam engine was steadily rising.

Commander-in-Chief Zhao's military order has just been sent to the ship, if there is no accident, this shelling may be the last attack on Hanyang City, after a day of fighting and shelling, the Qing army guarding the outside of Hanyang City has been cleared, both lines of defense have fallen into the hands of the Republican Army, Fengshan Gate in the west of Hanyang City, Nanji Gate in the south of the city have also been captured by the Republican Army death squad, and the Chaozong Gate facing the Yangtze River has also been blown into a pile of ruins, now, the Hanyang offensive and defensive battle has been extended from outside the city to the city, and the two warring sides are engaged in fierce street battles in the streets and alleys of the city, The south of the city has actually been recovered, and the Qing army can only retreat in a small area in the north of the city, relying on the support of the artillery of the Beiyang Army in Guishan to resist stubbornly, because the artillery position of Guishan is condescending, the firing range and field of view are comprehensively superior, and the artillery of the republican army cannot suppress firepower, so they can only use the main guns of the gunboats to suppress the artillery positions of the Qing army and cover the infantry attack.

In order to prevent being bombarded by the Guishan artillery, the "Chuguan" sailed close to the south bank of the Yangtze River, dropped anchor outside the range of the enemy's artillery, and turned its side toward the direction of Guishan, and then turned two 120-mm main guns to aim at Guishan, judging the target according to the smoke rising from time to time on the top of the mountain, and with an order, the two main guns opened fire at the same time to suppress the 75-mm field guns of the Beiyang Army on the top of Guishan. At the same time, the 75-mm secondary guns on the side also fired at the north of Hanyang Fortress to support the Republican forces in the city.

"Boom! Rumble! ”

The sound of cannons rumbled, black smoke rose from time to time on the north of Hanyang City and the top of Gushan Mountain, and the sound of guns and cannons in Hanyang City became more and more intense, reflecting each other, in this majestic march, the offensive and defensive battle of Hanyang was carried out to the most critical juncture.

Standing on the city wall filled with gunpowder, Zhao Bei picked up the binoculars and looked at it for a moment, and then issued a general attack order to the combat staff officers beside him.

"Assault the whole army, be sure to end the battle in the city before dark!"

A few minutes later, the trumpet of the charge sounded, and the Republican artillery units bombarded the positions of the Qing troops north of the city with the heaviest artillery fire, and shouts were heard throughout the city of Hanyang.

Looking at the city wall, the red flag of the revolution is flying all over the city, and everywhere you go, you are angry.

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Before nightfall, the battle in Hanyang City finally ended, after suffering heavy casualties, the Qing army trapped in the north of the city finally collapsed, one put up a white flag, the battlefield uprising, one left the city, fled in embarrassment in the direction of Guishan, in a panic, the puppet Qing prefect, the county commander did not escape and became a prisoner.

On the top of Guishan Mountain, the iron-blooded republican flag fluttered in the north of the city, and the artillery of the Beiyang Army immediately adjusted its artillery and bombarded it violently, and the flagpole was cut off twice by shrapnel, but it was soon erected at the head of the city by the death squad, and at the same time, the "Chuguan" continued to respond to the Qing artillery with fierce artillery fire.

The artillery position of the Beiyang Army on the top of Guishan Mountain quickly fell silent, and this was certainly due to the "Chuguan," but we could not ignore the fact that the Beiyang Army had a shortage of new artillery shells.

The IRA balloon began to recycle the balloons, and the moment the baskets hit the ground, the last rays of light disappeared from the ground, darkness began to cover the land, and the battlefield began to fall silent after a day of noise, and the sound of artillery could hardly be heard except for the occasional cold shot.

But this was only a brief lull before the storm, and the Republican Army would never give the Qing army the slightest respite.

As long as the commanding heights of Guishan are still in the hands of the Qing army, Hanyang City cannot be said to have been recovered, so it is necessary to launch an attack at night and take the artillery position of Guishan in one fell swoop.

In fact, before the collapse of the Qing army in the north of the city, the Republican Army had already begun to form the Guishan Death Squad, and now, the commandos selected from various units are lining up under the Fengshan Gate with high morale, being reviewed by Commander-in-Chief Zhao.

Night raids are the best test of a unit's discipline and courage, since ancient times, the most taboo for soldiers is the night raid, if not well organized, a hasty night raid is likely to become the beginning of a fiasco, the night is not only an ally of the attacking side, but also a good friend of the deserter, a demoralized army is never able to launch a successful night raid.

Therefore, this night raid unit recruited all volunteers, and the material reward was 100 yuan for Yingyang, and the spiritual reward was a general report of praise from the whole army, and a great merit was recorded. There will be brave men under the heavy reward, and the five hundred commandos are already gearing up, waiting for the commander-in-chief to give an order.

Of course, not everyone is for the reward to join the commando, there is no shortage of idealists among the young people of the big era, maybe they are a little stupid in the eyes of others, but it is these brave warriors who brave the "stupidity" to support this crumbling nation, maybe they personally do not have much power to change the fate of the country, but if they can't be united, this nation, this country will not be strong after all, and the person who unites them is Zhao Bei.

At this moment, Zhao Bei was holding a bowl of rice wine, surrounded by several staff officers, standing on the review table used as a table, and greeted the commandos impassionedly.

"Soldiers! It's a bowl of victory! It's also a bowl of gallant wine! It's a bowl of hero wine! By taking Guishan, our revolutionary cause will take a big step forward! Night battles are not only tactics and tactics, but also courage! The first commando failed, the second commando was on! The second commando failed, and I personally led people up! Now that the death squads that assaulted Qintai have set out, as long as the guns of Qintai are sounded, it will be the time for our revolutionaries to make meritorious contributions. Don't talk nonsense, do it! ”

"!"

The commandos raised their bowls in both hands and drank the bold wine with the commander-in-chief.

"Boom!"

Zhao Bei threw the coarse porcelain bowl to the ground, pulled out the command knife, raised it above his head, and shouted: "The revolution will win!" Long live the republic! ”

"Boom!"

"The revolution will win! Long live the republic! ”

The commandos also threw their wine bowls, drew their broadswords from the scabbards they were carrying behind them, and those who did not have broadswords raised their bayonet rifles and heavy earth bombs, and everyone shouted in unison, and the shouts were heard far away in the night, which made people's hearts shake.

Heroes are needed in this era!