Seeing that most of the soldiers of the forward battalion had turned into corpses, the rest had become prisoners of the enemy even if they were alive. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Feng Guozhang's face instantly became gloomy, staring at the heavily guarded checkpoint a few hundred meters away, and didn't say a word for a long time.

The deputy commander next to him changed even more, his face turned pale directly, and then he said with a desperate face: "It's over, we're still late, and we were taken by the Wehrmacht!" ”

One of the battalion commanders in charge of reconnaissance suddenly ran over and said, "No, general, we still have hope." The lowly investigation found that the Wehrmacht who took the checkpoint were all cavalry. Cavalry is good at offense, not good at defense. As long as we concentrate our firepower and attack, we will definitely be able to reach the level. ”

Feng Guozhang's eyes lit up, stared at the battalion commander and asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"I'm sure that it was the cavalry that eliminated our forward battalion, and that the forward battalion also eliminated at least fifty Wehrmacht cavalry." The battalion commander affirmed.

"Then attack! Take out all our remaining mortars, as well as light and heavy machine guns, and strive to enter the checkpoint with one attack and open up the passage to retreat to Shandong. ”

More than twenty mortars, as if the shells don't cost money, desperately fired shells at the level.

Although the cavalry regiment prepared a lot of anti-artillery fortifications, under such intensive shelling, many people were still killed and wounded.

The only thing that made Zeng Yong happy was that he only put a battalion of troops on the front-line position of the checkpoint.

Even if this battalion suffered heavy losses, Zeng Yong still had two battalions ready to go into battle at any time.

More than 20 mortars fired for eight minutes, and only stopped when all the shells on the shoelaces of the troops were exhausted.

At this time, the entire level was shrouded in gunsmoke, and many ground fortifications in the level were also blown into ruins. As for the corpses of the cavalrymen who were killed, they were also everywhere, some were played, and some were blown to pieces.

In a word, the small level is shrouded in a thick smell of gunsmoke and blood.

As soon as the shelling stopped, Feng Guozhang's more than 30 heavy machine guns opened fire, and more than 1,000 Beiyang troops also rushed to the checkpoint with a roar of more than 30 light machine guns that kept firing bullets.

"The Beiyang Army has attacked, ready to fight!" There were still about 200 cavalrymen left in the first battalion, and they quickly rushed out of the anti-artillery hole under the beckoning of their battalion company commander, and then lay on the crippled position and quietly waited for the Beiyang Army to approach.

At this time, the battalion commander was keenly aware that the heavy machine gun bullets whizzing overhead had become the most threatening enemy to his subordinates.

"We must find a way to knock out the Beiyang Army's heavy machine guns, otherwise we will be beaten into a hornet's nest as soon as we show our heads." The battalion commander said to himself with a frown.

After he finished, he ordered the herald soldiers around him: "Contact the commander of the artillery company Wang and find a way to knock out the heavy machine gun of the Beiyang Army." ”

Soon, the dull sound of cannon ejection sounded behind them, and as soon as the screaming sound of shells crossing the sky reached their ears, the Beiyang Army position was hit by more than 20 shells and exploded.

No sooner had a violent explosion sounded than another round of shells screeched across the sky.

Round after round, five rounds of shells were fired before stopping.

The commander of the first battalion didn't need to think about it to know that the artillery company must be transferring artillery at this time to prevent the Beiyang Army from counterattacking.

For the Wehrmacht artillery, in the face of an opponent with stronger artillery fire, a one-minute artillery attack is the best tactic to preserve strength and strike at the enemy.

Despite the fact that there was only a minute of artillery fire, it was enough for the commander of a battalion.

More than 100 mortar shells smashed into the artillery positions without any concealment points, and each shell was used to the fullest.

Under these circumstances, Feng Guozhang's position of assembling more than 30 heavy machine guns was all shrouded in artillery fire.

Although it is not known about the loss of dozens of heavy machine guns under artillery fire, through the increasingly sparse heavy machine gun bullets above his head, the commander of the first battalion is sure that the heavy machine guns of the Beiyang Army must have suffered a lot of losses.

"Cheer up and get ready to fight back!" A flash of surprise quickly flashed on his face, and the battalion commander immediately ordered.

As soon as the six heavy machine guns were fired, the attacking Beiyang Army continued to be killed, especially the Beiyang Army, which was charging with light machine guns, because it was taken care of by the cavalry regiment, suffered the greatest casualties. In a matter of seconds, more than half of the more than thirty machine gunners fell.

Of course, it is true that cavalry is good at attacking and not good at defending.

Under the suppressive strafing of the offensive fire of the Beiyang Army, the cavalry that emerged from the position was also constantly killed, and the load fell on the position.

At this time, the most depressed person will belong to Feng Guozhang.

When the mortar company of the cavalry regiment opened fire, Feng Guozhang realized that he had underestimated the strength of his opponent.

Subconsciously wanted to order the artillery to counterattack, but the artillery commander told him that the artillery attack just now had exhausted all the shells carried by the troops.

At that time, Feng Guozhang had an urge to kill the artillery commander.

When the opponent has more than 20 mortars, he has no artillery support, which means that the attacking troops he sent out are completely exposed to the enemy's firepower.

And this also means that your own attacking troops will suffer heavy casualties, and they may not be able to win the level in front of them.

Sure enough, after the dozens of heavy machine guns that he had managed to assemble were blown up, more than 20 mortars followed and opened fire on the attacking troops.

After the shells smashed into the attacking troops, many soldiers were blown up before they even had a chance to react.

In addition, the heavy machine guns were almost blown up, and the Wehrmacht, which had lost its fire suppression, recklessly shot their own attacking troops with light and heavy machine guns.

Mortar shells were constantly falling overhead, and there were dense light and heavy machine gun bullets in front of them to block the fire.

In Feng Guozhang's view, the whole attack was simply a one-sided massacre.

"Order the attacking troops to withdraw immediately, so that we will not be able to reach the checkpoint." Feng Guozhang had a gloomy face and decisively gave the order to retreat.

Even so, less than 300 of the more than 1,000 attacking troops retreated in the end.

"General, how are you going to fight next?" One of the co-leaders asked rhetorically with a look of fear.

Seeing that Feng Guozhang had a gloomy face and stopped talking, the other co-commander replied directly with a look of despair: "The enemy has artillery and heavy machine guns. We have nothing but people. There is nothing we can do but fight for our lives with the enemy! ”

"General, I will personally lead people to rush once, even if I can't kill the checkpoint, I will destroy hundreds of defenders. They don't have many troops, and they can't stand the attrition! ”

Feng Guozhang, who really couldn't think of any other way, could only agree: "Okay, then rush again!" ”

Feng Guozhang knew very well that he was running out of time, so this attack was particularly hard, and he directly dispatched nearly 3,000 elites to attack, and he didn't retreat if he won the level. (To be continued.) )