Miao Shengye cared about Ceylon's southeastern peninsula, while Emperor Okmu cared about his own Korean Peninsula. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

While the tanks of the Ming Empire were rampage on the southeast peninsula, the same tanks were also unscrupulous in the Korean Peninsula, attacking the Japanese defenders' defensive lines.

The battle for Wonsan became a crucial battle on the eastern front of Korea, and it was also the key to determining whether the Army Group under the command of Yang Zizhen could move south quickly.

Mo Dongshan leaned against his chariot, an iron bull armored car with sandbags on its sides, which was leaning against a collapsed wall at this time.

He held his submachine gun and looked indifferently at the distance at the exit of the alley, the black smoke rising from it. It was the black smoke from the explosion of a 150 mm howitzer, and the beginning of another new battle.

In the battle for the periphery of Yuanshan, Mo Dongshan also participated in two attacks with his own troops. The Japanese defenders did not put up any decent resistance at all and ceded the outer fortifications.

After the soldiers of the Ming Empire invaded the city, the defense of the Japanese defenders became resolute. They fight over every street, every building, and every place they think is worth fighting for.

Sometimes, the two sides of an intersection will fight back and forth several times, and it takes hundreds of soldiers to decide the final ownership of the crossroads.

"300 meters in front, the Japanese army counterattacked, and your platoon is responsible for reinforcements!" A signal soldier stood next to the Iron Bull armored car at some point, and shouted loudly at Mo Dongshan above.

"Got it! Let's go! After striking twice on the iron plate of the carriage of the Iron Ox armored car, Mo Dongshan loudly reminded his subordinates that it was time to continue the attack.

The engine inside the nose of the armored car started, and the exhaust pipe emitted a puff of black smoke, and then returned to normal. In the surrounding ruins and bomb craters, the resting soldiers of the Ming Empire stood up and slapped the dust on their bodies.

Crossing a dilapidated street, looking at the frozen corpses lying on the side of the road, the soldiers on either side of the armored vehicle clung to their weapons.

The sound of gunfire in the distance became clearer and clearer, and it also proved that they were getting closer and closer to the battlefield. Everyone was cautious, and the armored car was parked in a relatively safe corner.

"Set up a guard here to cover us!" After giving an order to the machine gunner on the armored car, Mo Dongshan jumped out of the armored car, held a submachine gun, and walked to the center of the infantry ranks.

"If it's scattered, assemble here in the armored vehicles! The men of the 1 squad laid out positions around it, created a simple line of defense, protected the armored vehicles! He pointed to the collapsed houses on both sides and gave an order to a squad leader.

Then the rest of the group followed him across the rubble-strewn street, where the ground floor was darker, and through which tracer bullets could be seen flying sideways at the other end.

Street fighting, that's how frustrating it is - sometimes, there is a wall between the place where the battle is fought and where you are. You can hear the heavy gunfire, but you can't see anything......

When Mo Dongshan passed through the abandoned building, he saw that in the pile of barricades and messy craters, soldiers from the Ming Empire were violently firing at the street at the other end.

"We are commanded to support you! What about your commanders? Walking out of the abandoned low building and leaning against the sandbags of the barricade, Mo Dongshan shouted to the friendly troops around him with a submachine gun.

"The company commander is on the other side of the street! If you want to get over, it's better to let the Japanese on the opposite side temporarily cease fire! The firing rifle pointed to the other side of the street and replied to Mo Dongshan.

As he spoke, the bullets fired by the Japanese hit the sandbag above his head, splashing the sand everywhere.

Glancing at the tracer bullets flying across the street, Mo Dongshan dismissed his plan to rush over to confirm the situation. He craned his neck and shouted to the friendly troops around him, "What does that require me to do?" ”

"Fight off these Japanese bastards!" The other party leaned on the sandbag and shouted to Mo Dongshan: "Fire!" Kill all the guys who are coming! ”

Mo Dongshan grinned, and he pulled the bolt of the submachine gun in his hand, making it make a crisp sound.

"The command is simple! Build a defensive line on the flanks and eliminate any enemy who approaches the position! He shouted the order to his men behind him, and then found a safe angle and fired a dozen rounds in the direction of the enemy.

Metal eggshells fell at his feet, and the clanging sound was buried by the sound of gunfire. A Japanese soldier who tried to flip into the window of a surrounding building was hit in the back by the bullets.

The other's body trembled for a moment, and then he hung on the window, revealing his legs and buttocks, and never moved again.

Although the Japanese did not charge aggressively, they still wanted to retake it. It seemed that there were at least 200 Japanese soldiers on the opposite side, and even bolt rifles were thrown into a dense barrage by the other side.

"Grenades!" Mo Dongshan shouted the order to attack his subordinates behind him and in the room, and the two bombardiers pulled off the safety of their grenades and threw them out of the window closest to one of the enemy's windows.

"Boom! Rumble! Two loud explosions came from the side of the street, and the smoke suddenly stopped the other party's shooting, and Mo Dongshan stretched his submachine gun out of the bunker made of sandbags, and shot his own magazine into the distance.

Because of the dust cover of grenades, the soldiers of the Ming Empire regained their rhythm, and the machine gun positions that had not been able to be established also found the ideal firing point at this time.

"Suddenly! Dodo! When the Japanese soldiers tried to approach the positions of the Ming Empire's defenders again, the roar of machine guns shattered their illusions.

The tracer bullets cut a straight line, knocking the Japanese soldiers who tried to rush up into a sieve, and the Japanese soldiers, who lacked heavy weapons, obviously did not have a good solution to this machine-gun position at the rear.

After the streets were littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, their attack stopped, and after another half an hour, the soldiers of the Ming Empire seized two buildings that had been controlled by the Japanese.

Originally, there were many Japanese soldiers stationed there, but when Mo Dongshan and others rushed in, except for a few wounded who committed suicide, there was no trace of the Japanese at all.

The battle for Wonsan is still going on, and it's just a few buildings in a small block, stretching as far as the eye can see, all the way to the docks, where the Japanese are still guarding countless such places. (To be continued.) )