The Kuomintang attack finally broke into the town of Shaping, a town of only two or three thousand inhabitants, which used to be so peaceful and peaceful, and now the town is only left with pieces of ruins. Two artillery regiments and 48 mortars of the Kuomintang army have completely wiped this town off the map, and the war of this era does not take into account the death and injury of civilians at all, and what kind of precision-guided weapons have not been heard of at all. Round after round of shelling, every street and every house here was reduced to rubble. Fortunately, most of the residents here are quite clever, and they fled in time when they saw the Beiyang soldiers digging trenches in and out of the town.

Zhang Xizhen sat in a hole somewhere in the west of Shaping Town, her eyes were bloodshot, her military uniform was dirty, she smoked one cigarette at a time, and she didn't say a word. Now, his troops are fighting a hand-to-hand battle with the Kuomintang army in the ruins to the east. He is a millionaire, the bungalows in Tianjin are so big that they can run horses, the manors in the countryside are comparable to the imperial palace, and there are so many shops and real estate under his name that he can't remember clearly, why do he compete with the Kuomintang outlaws for such a broken town? I don't want to give it to myself for nothing, but now I want to live and die with it? It's crazy.

On the other hand, Meng Guanglong, the commander of the 11th Regiment of the Beiyang Army, who commanded the battle for Shaping Town, really couldn't fight, his three battalion commanders had already killed two, and one of them was also hung up, and he was about to choke, this poor guy was now begging over and over again: "Regiment commander, leave some seeds for Yu Shuai, leave some seeds for Yu Shuai, Yu Shuai can't do without the Third Division, he can't do without the Third Division." ”

"Okay, I see, you can go with confidence." Meng Guanglong replied gloomily. The surrounding officers were all gloomy when they saw this scene, the three divisions were fighting hard for the past two days, and the third division took the lead in the first day of attack, and the other troops, namely the 25th division, were still somewhat motivated. Today's blockade was simply to use the 3rd Division to block the muzzle, and the 25th Division was defeated early in the morning.

"Hold on, brethren, and we'll be able to withdraw when it gets dark." Meng Guanglong raised his head and looked at the sun father-in-law who was still leaning in the sky emitting light and heat, when was it dark this day?

At this time, the artillery bombardment of the Kuomintang troops began again. A round of hand-to-hand combat was over, and the Kuomintang infantry was busy consolidating the positions they had just captured, while the artillery cleared the way for the next charge. At this time, the battle commanded by Chen Cheng was a bit of a shadow of artillery and foot coordination, but it was still very rudimentary, similar to the Napoleonic era. A few light Min-13 mountain guns were dragged to the ruins of Shaping Town, pouring shells from one ruin to another, hehe, the fried things are definitely not as expensive as the shells. Dozens of 75mm mountain artillery shells flew out of the muzzle and spun towards their own end, a large piece of rubble where the direct army was hiding, the shells exploded and instantly turned into more than a dozen orange-red fireballs, countless metal fragments swept across the entire ruins under the action of the shock wave, and more than a dozen direct soldiers hiding in the ruins were instantly shattered, and the charred corpses were scattered everywhere, exuding an unpleasant smell of burnt fire and strong gunsmoke.

"Comrades, follow me!" A white-faced scholar-looking Kuomintang officer shouted and rushed forward with a bayonet, followed by about a platoon of soldiers. This person's name is Huang Wei, and he is a platoon commander of Chen Cheng's 11th Division, oh, he is already a company commander. In today's battle, he and Chen Mingren were promoted to company commander by the line of fire because of their bravery.

Huang Wei's attack went smoothly without any casualties. The immediate soldiers stationed in the ruins were originally hiding in a converted crater. Unfortunately, however, a 75mm shell hit the crater in the shelling just now, and all but one of the dozen soldiers of the direct army was dying.

"Looking north at Manchuria, the Bohai Sea is full of wind and waves. I think back then, Jijiang was Liaoshen, and the people were happy. Changbai Mountain is set up in front of the fence, and the Leh city on the bank of the Heilongjiang River is in the middle of now. Evil Storm! Jiawu service, land cutting; Jiachen service, sovereignty falls. The rivers and mountains are the same, and the Yi people are scattered. He said that he was ordered to raise the brigade and restore the old rivers and mountains in the first war, but he returned, and he traveled to Pengshan forever and read the Mida. The low and sad singing voice came out of nowhere, but it was the military song of the Third Division.

"Who sings? Look for it, how can anyone sing? Huang Wei listened to the lyrics and said that there was an anti-imperialist meaning, and it was estimated that it was a seriously injured revolutionary comrade, uh, he had to hurry up and rescue him.

"Company commander, I found it, but it's only half of it." After a while, half of the bloody torso was carried in front of Huang Wei by several timid soldiers. This is also a young soldier with a beautiful face, covered in blood, and he can't see the rank.

"Comrade, what part are you? Isn't it from our Whampoa? Huang Wei looked at the dying comrade, his eyes were a little moist, and he endured his grief and comforted: "Comrade, we have won, Wu Dashuai's third division has been defeated by us, you can go with confidence!" ”

"You, you are talking nonsense, our third division will not be defeated! We, Wu Dashuai, will also take us to sweep away the foreign country! Restore the mountains and rivers! We can't fail! This enemy, who seemed to be a revolutionary comrade, uttered his last words, and then tilted his head and went out of the world.

"Huh? It turned out to be the enemy? It turns out that you also want to sweep away the foreign land and restore the mountains and rivers? "Huang Wei's nerd brain was a little stuck for a while, how could this enemy think the same as us? Isn't the enemy supposed to betray the country? Well, I'll have to ask Vice Principal Luo about this question in the future.

"Company commander, this, why don't you dig a pit and bury it?" Although he is an enemy, he still earns the respect of several minions. The ordinary Chinese soldiers of this era were not relatively simple, and they could not do the evil deeds of ruining the corpses of the enemy.

"Okay, you bury them all in a pit, and let them have a companion down there." Huang Wei waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to bury the scattered pieces of enemy corpses together, and he lit a cigarette himself, smoking and thinking about the problem.

At 4 p.m. on October 2, 1924, after ten hours of fighting, the 6th Brigade of the 3rd Division was finally driven out of Shaping Town, and both sides paid the price of thousands of people for this town that had been reduced to ruins. After taking Shaping Town, the two divisions of the Kuomintang could strike in the direction of the Guangdong-Hanzhou Railway at any time, thus threatening the enemy's flank.

The news of the defeat of Shaping and the defeat of the Sixth Brigade was transmitted to the direct army headquarters of Guanfeng Temple like a death notice. When the generals heard the bad news, their faces were as if they were dead, and there was only one thought in their hearts, that is, to board the train under the mountain and run back to Hankou quickly. But will it be okay to run back to Hankow? This is a question for Xiao Yaonan to consider. Now that there is no news of his five local brigades, he must be in danger. Of the four divisions and two brigades in his hands, two divisions have suffered at least 70 percent casualties and have basically lost their combat effectiveness, while the other two divisions and two brigades are entangled with the enemy, resisting the attack of the enemy's superior forces with great difficulty, and the casualties are estimated to be more than 30 percent. If you retreat now, it will be tantamount to abandoning this last living force, so what will Hubei defend again? Now that Jiangxi is about to fall, and Hubei is lost again, I am afraid that Anhui will not be able to hold it, and in the end, only Jiangsu can be saved? In this way, the four provinces directly under the central government in the south are all finished!

According to China's local tax collection and central distribution method at that time, customs duties and salt taxes (provinces not directly under the central government are basically required to withhold salt taxes) were returned to the central government. This is also the reason why Mr. Nakayama had a conflict with the British in 1923 over Sekiyo, and the Tohoku faction also withheld tariffs with the support of the imperialists. But the other warlords did not dare to do so, so the tariff centers in Shanghai and Zhejiang could still get it. If the direct line loses the four southern provinces, it is conceivable that the Kuomintang will definitely unify the south, and Lu Yongxiang and He Fenglin will not be able to keep Shanghai. At that time, the central government's tax revenue will probably be reduced by seven or eight percent, right? Such a direct army does not need to be fed to fight, and it is starving to death.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yaonan had no choice but to be cheeky and ask Ma Rusong for help. He said: "Rusong, do you think the Fifth Brigade will be dispatched again?" "The Fifth Brigade still has about 2,500 people, which is the last force in Xiao Yaonan's hands, originally in order to leave the seeds for Wu Peifu, he said that he didn't want to use it anymore no matter what, but now there is no way, his army is about to collapse, and only the Fifth Brigade can save the situation.

"Xiao Shuai, I'll go, but in front of everyone, I, Ma Rusong, also have to make things clear to everyone. Today, our third division went out to fight for a way of life for the brothers, and said that if the handsome man is in trouble, you have to think about today, no one is allowed to be sorry for the handsome! The mummy-like direct general wrapped in gauze finally threw down this sentence, and walked out of the headquarters with the support of the guards to direct the troops to fight.

At this time, the situation on the Laodaohe battlefield had changed dramatically, and the originally long battle line became much shorter with the successive defeats of the direct army. The left flank of the direct army had completely collapsed, the right flank had been pushed back by Anshua by 3 km, and the flank had retreated to a hillside, and the frontage width was only about 4 km at this time. The remaining more than 20,000 officers and soldiers in the immediate line of defense continued to resist and waited for the night to fall.

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