Yang Zizhen also did not rest that night, he stood in his headquarters, and also stared at the combat map in front of him by the light. The map is not very accurate www.biquge.info, in fact, except for the important topography, only the location of the city is accurate. The most accurate map of Korea in the Ming Empire was drawn a hundred years ago, and it certainly cannot be used as a military map today.

As the front-line commander of the Ming army, the psychological pressure he is carrying at this moment is undoubtedly huge, and he does not know whether his front-line troops can withstand the crazy counterattack of the Japanese army in the dark night, nor do he know whether this battle will make him famous or ruined.

Now he even complains a little, complaining that the various advantages he firmly holds in the palm of his hand cannot be converted into victory because of various constraints. His large and extraordinary air force could only lie down in the airfield for maintenance and wait because of the fall of night, and the devastated armor in his hands could not exert its due combat effectiveness, tearing apart the Japanese defense line and expanding the results that had been achieved.

There is only one reason for all this, that is, during the day, the Ming army consumed too much time on the banks of the Yalu River. He had no intention of blaming the front-line soldiers who fought stubbornly, and they showed with their staggering losses that they did not flinch and delay.

If you want to blame, you can only blame the defense capability of the Japanese army's front-line troops that exceeded the pre-war expectations of the Ming Empire, and the elite of the Japanese infantry also left a very deep impression on all the officers and soldiers of the 2nd Group Army of the Ming Empire who participated in the battle.

"This enemy is stronger than the Liaodong rebels we defeated before, and it is more than a little stronger." Yang Zizhen muttered this, and the rumbling of artillery in the distance made him a little uneasy, and he was a little worried that his troops would not be able to withstand the test of this night.

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On the distant position, Mo Dongshan finally withstood the huge artillery bombardment of the Ming army himself in the crater, he shook off the dirt and gravel on his body that were blown by the explosion and the shock wave, and then leaned on the edge of the foxhole, poked out half of his head and looked at the dark distance opposite.

The scene had just quieted down, of course he knew that the other party had been suppressed by the heavy artillery fire, but the darkness of the night was so deep that people could not see any target in the distance with their own eyes alone, there was only darkness, frightening endless darkness.

Because of the fierce attack of the Japanese army just now, it has led to the darkness in the distance with no end in sight, with a desperate mystery. Mo Dongshan looked into the distance, carefully observing the suspicious movements by the faint light burning in Weiyuan City.

Being able to enjoy a moment of calm after a fierce battle is a very pleasant thing for every soldier, who is sorting out their ammunition or mobilizing soldiers to fill in the weak areas of the defenses that have just been destroyed by the Japanese.

A black shadow ran from the direction behind the foxhole where Mo Dongshan was located, he bent down and ran very carefully, until he reached the vicinity of the foxhole, he softly hummed a "code" that was not a code, and then jumped into the foxhole: "Don't shoot!" It's me! ”

When he rolled into the bottom of the foxhole, Mo Dongshan's muzzle was already on his head, and at this time, Mo Dongshan's ears had slightly recovered some hearing, otherwise he would have pulled the trigger just now and killed this somewhat reckless friendly soldier.

What came in was the soldier who went to the battalion headquarters to get reserve ammunition in the fierce battle just now, he had just ventured out of the crater, and there was no news for a long time, making Mo Dongshan think that he had been killed by a stray bullet on the way back and forth. Now he's back, still carrying two full boxes of ammunition.

Mo Dongshan moved away from the dangerous muzzle, and the three of them opened the ammunition box and began to divide the ammunition inside, before they could stuff these ammunition into the magazine or magazine used by their weapons, a melodious gunfire came from the dark flank over there: "Bah! ”

The gunshot came too suddenly. Mo Dongshan was taken aback. He was grabbing a handful of ammunition and preparing to stuff it into his pocket, when the gunfire on the other side startled him, and the ammunition in his palm was scattered under his feet, falling to the ground with a crisp clanging sound.

"There are enemies!" Mo Dongshan was shocked, and he didn't have time to care about the ammunition that fell on the dirt under his feet, so he pulled the bolt on the submachine gun and put his weapon in standby, so he crawled to the foxhole in the direction of the Japanese army. As soon as he showed his head, he saw the dense Japanese army rushing out of the darkness, and there was only a short distance from him.

"I'm X!" He yelled expletive, trying to complain about why there was no warning and no flares to illuminate the environment in front of him. But there was not enough time left for him to complain about others, and in a moment he pulled the trigger of the submachine gun and began the most frantic strafing fire.

"Suddenly! Dodo! The Type 32 submachine gun reliably spewed out a dazzling tongue of fire, so that Mo Dongshan's eyes, who were still in the darkness just now, suddenly couldn't see anything. At the moment when he lost his eyesight, Mo Dongshan suddenly had the urge to scold his mother - this night was really a bad day for his facial features, and his ears were still hurting and his eyes were still sore before he struck again.

However, fortunately, there were too many infantry from the Japanese attack, and Mo Dongshan did not need to take aim, he only felt the recoil from the butt of the submachine gun with his body, and did not retreat to the bottom of the foxhole until this power disappeared. Only then did he vaguely see the scene in front of him and regain a certain degree of vision.

At this time, a Japanese grenade fell at his feet along his gaze, and the fuse that was fired was still emitting faint white smoke, Mo Dongshan quickly reached out and picked up this dangerous thing, and then threw out his trench.

Because of the time, he didn't throw the grenade too far, just outside the foxhole about three or five meters away, the grenade exploded, and the loud bang once again made Mo Dongshan's ears protest against the strike.

However, the shrapnel flying without a grenade did not hurt Mo Dongshan and the others, and the destruction of the ears could only be regarded as a minor problem at this time. Mo Dongshan unloaded the magazine on the submachine gun, and then easily pulled out a new magazine and loaded it into the gun, skillfully pulling the bolt.

Then he stood up again and fired in the direction of the Japanese troops. (To be continued.) )