Chapter 230: Prepared

"Shoot...... Give me a hard beating, don't save bullets......" Looking at the old Maozi who rushed up in front of him without fear of death, the regiment commander Zhang Shanlin ordered loudly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

......As soon as the dense machine-gun strafing sound sounded, Lao Maozi, who rushed up, was swept to the ground in pieces.

Twelve heavy machine guns and six light machine guns formed a dense storm of steel directly in front of the formation.

No matter how hard Lao Maozi tried, he couldn't break through the obstruction of this steel storm.

Soon, Lao Maozi, who lost a company, retreated.

On the position of the Liaodong Army, the commander of the first battalion who breathed a sigh of relief asked Zhang Shanlin with a puzzled face: "Regiment commander, there is a problem, Lao Maozi, who attacked us, did not have 6,000 people at all, not even 3,000 people. ā€

Zhang Shanlin, who had been thinking about how to repel Lao Maozi's attack, didn't pay attention to these at all.

After listening to the words of the battalion commander, Zhang Shanlin was stunned suddenly, and he didn't react for a long time.

However, Zhang Shanlin reacted quickly, raised the binoculars, and looked at Lao Maozi in front of him, who was about to retreat.

With the help of a telescope, Zhang Shanlin saw more clearly than the commander of the first battalion.

Lao Maozi, who retreated, not only did not have 3,000 people, but even less than 2,500 people.

Even the remaining more than 2,500 people, some people kept holding their stomachs and withdrawing from the battlefield.

"What's the matter, why is Lao Maozi holding his stomach......" Zhang Shanlin was also puzzled, and asked the battalion commander.

At this time, Zhang Shanlin suddenly reacted and replied thoughtfully: "I understand......"

"Before leaving, the commander told me that the more than 4,000 old Maozi who had been captured by us would never participate in the war...... This must have been premeditated by the commander in advance, otherwise how could thousands of old hairmen have diarrhea at the same time. ā€

Speaking of this, Zhang Shanlin breathed a sigh of relief.

He continued to the first battalion commander: "Since the commander has built such a good platform for us, then we must seize this opportunity and teach Lao Maozi a lesson......

"Tell the brothers, this time we will give Lao Maozi a ruthless ......"

"Light and heavy machine guns, wait for Lao Maozi to rush to one hundred and fifty meters before shooting. This time, I want Lao Maozi to come as much as I want to go, and how much I lose.

Less than two minutes. Lao Maozi's new round of attack began.

This time, Lao Maozi put a limited number of nine heavy machine guns in front of the four regiments.

As soon as the attack began, nine heavy machine guns fired nine fiery tongues of fire at the four regiments.

The two battalions of the fourth regiment were completely in accordance with Zhang Shanlin's orders. Lying on the ground, motionless.

Soon, Lao Maozi, who was more than a battalion, rushed up.

Zhang Shanlin's right hand was directly on the shoulder of a machine gunner beside him, and as Lao Maozi got closer and closer, his right hand on his shoulder became more and more forceful.

"Shoot......" Zhang Shanlin decisively ordered. The right hand, resting on the heavy shoulder, also slowly relaxed.

Subsequently, the sound of dense machine-gun fire sounded in Zhang Shanlin's ears.

The nine old Maozi heavy machine guns, which were still very arrogant just now, became intermittent in an instant.

Of course, this was only the beginning, and it didn't take long for even the intermittent gunfire to cease.

At this time, the tongues of fire fired by the six light machine guns were like six death sickles, and the old hairy man within the firing range. A steady stream of cuts fell to the ground.

The riflemen, scattered among the light and heavy machine guns, were also not idle, firing bullets forward as fast as they could.

Soon, Lao Maozi's losses again reached a company.

This time, Lao Maozi really planned to fight hard.

Even with heavy losses, there was not the slightest intention of retreating. Continuing to hold the rifle, he was not afraid to die.

However, no matter how hard Lao Maozi tried, he couldn't break through the fire interception of the four regiments of light and heavy machine guns.

Soon, this old Maozi with more than one battalion was lost.

Although the fourth regiment also lost two or three hundred people in the attack of Lao Maozi. However, Zhang Shanlin is confident. According to this proportion of losses, the first person who can't afford it must be Lao Maozi.

Besides, the increasingly faint gunfire of the artillery position behind him had already told Zhang Shanlin.

The battle for the artillery positions was coming to an end.

As soon as the battle for the artillery positions was over, the 5th Regiment would send at least one battalion of troops to reinforce itself.

When the time comes. With more than 30 heavy machine guns equipped with two regiments, even if Lao Maozi attacked him with another regiment, he would not be able to break through his own interception and enter the artillery position.

On the official road, where more than a thousand old Maozi were still gathered, the gloomy expression on the face of the major general had not dissipated from the beginning.

After the annihilation of an attacking force of more than one battalion. Determined to keep the major general of the field artillery regiment, he subconsciously ordered the troops to continue the offensive.

However, before his order was spoken, the regimental commander beside him took the lead and said.

"Sir, the firepower of the Liaodong Army is too strong...... With our current strength and firepower, even if we all die in battle, we won't be able to rush through......"

"Do you just watch the field artillery regiment being taken away by the Liaodong Army......" the major general said with a look of unwillingness.

Compared with the excitement of the major general, the regiment commander was obviously much calmer.

He persuaded the major general: "Sir, the field artillery regiment can't be taken back. ā€œ

"Rather than let the soldiers lose here without any meaning, it is better to retreat immediately......"

"Retreat......" Major General asked rhetorically with an incredulous expression as if he had heard a big joke.

The regiment commander ignored the increasingly angry expression on the major general's face and said to the major general.

"It's retreat...... It's too close to the Liaodong Army's sphere of influence, and now we can retreat, and we can bring back some prisoners. After a long time, after the Liaodong Army sent more troops, not only could we not keep the field artillery regiment, but we could not even bring back those prisoners who had diarrhea. ā€

At this time, the major general finally calmed down.

After thinking about it carefully, he had to admit that what the regiment commander said was the truth.

This place is too close to the garrison of the Liaodong Army, and if it is not good, not only will the field artillery regiment and the prisoners not only get the same as themselves, but even themselves and the remaining more than 1,000 soldiers around them may be wiped out.

When the time comes, it will not be the Liaodong Army that will lose his wife and lose his troops, but himself.

As a result, the gloomy expression on the major general's face was instantly replaced by despair.

After a short hesitation, he ordered very decisively: "Retreat, take the prisoners with diarrhea and retreat immediately, and bring back as many people as you can." ā€

Soon, Lao Maozi's remaining more than 1,000 people, like lost dogs, began to retreat with a captive soldier with diarrhea.

Lao Maozi's reaction was directly unexpected by Zhang Shanlin.

Looking at the retreating old Maozi, Zhang Shanlin wanted to lead people to pursue.

However, the limited number of troops around him made him have to give up this idea.

Soon, Lao Maozi disappeared from Zhang Shanlin's field of vision with the captive. (To be continued.) )