"Leng Feng" went to the regiment headquarters to return to his parents' home, he has been serving as an operational staff officer at the regiment headquarters for half a year, and many people know him, but he doesn't know these people now.

Leng Feng, who has lost his memory, seems to have completely changed as a person.

No one doubts that it is still that familiar face, and there is no plastic surgery in this era, let alone face replacement.

"Staff Officer Leng, no, I've changed my name to your Leng Deputy Battalion!" The familiar comrades-in-arms teased and hugged each other, while being embarrassed, they could also feel a trace of warm care.

I feel that these people are sincere, a group of pure soldiers.

"Leng Feng, our hero is back, welcome back to the team!" With a happy smile on his face, Xie Chengrui, the head of the regiment, personally went to the regiment department to pick him up.

Such courtesy is only available at the time of the reception of the upper peak.

Leng Feng felt a little flattered.

What the original "cold front" looked like, Leng Feng didn't know, but the current Leng Feng was a little sharp.

At the combat meeting, Leng Feng suddenly became a star figure, and the first half almost became a report meeting on his personal deeds.

After the meeting, Xie Chengrui also left him to talk alone and personally sent him out of the regiment headquarters.

When we returned to the 151 heights from the regimental headquarters, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the combat meeting had been held for nearly three hours.

There is no doubt that it was a fierce battle, and it is not known how many people will survive in the end.

The will to fight is very high, and everyone is united in their hatred of the invaders, but they are not optimistic about the outcome.

After all, this is a battle with a huge disparity in strength.

The situation of the battle changed rapidly, and several main divisions of the Japanese army attacking Nanjing had advanced to the periphery of Nanjing.

Looking at the city of Nanjing from the Purple Mountain, this originally bustling and vibrant city is pitch black and lifeless.

The smell of gunsmoke in the cold wind was pungent, and sporadic gunfire could be heard.

The night in Nanjing is no longer peaceful.

Leng Feng used the captured Japanese codebook to intercept many important Japanese telegrams, which played an important role in peripheral warfare.

At least Leng Feng knew some of the situation, although the Nationalist army failed to hold its position in the outer battle of Nanjing, the killing and wounding of the Japanese army increased a lot.

If the Japanese army wanted to occupy Nanjing, the price they would have to pay was probably much greater than the history they knew.

"Big brother, I didn't eat, I left you a bowl of braised pork." Cong Hu walked into Leng Feng's small room with two guns on his back.

"I've eaten at the regiment headquarters, you can keep it for yourself." Leng Feng smiled slightly, "Cong Hu, have you ever studied?" ”

"I went to private school this year, but then my family didn't have any money, so I wasn't allowed to go to school."

"It's good to have studied, and in the future, we must continue to study, and soldiers in the new era must master cultural knowledge in order to fight a good war."

"Big brother, I just want to follow you to kill devils."

"Killing devils is not the only one, you still have decades to go in life, I think your parents, wife and children don't want you to live like this for the rest of your life, right?" Leng Feng said.

"Big brother, I know you're doing it for my good, but I can't think of anything else, so I want to kill devils!" Cong Hu clenched the gun path with both hands.

"Okay, you practice your guns well, killing devils is not just a matter of mouth."

"I understand, big brother."

"Deputy Battalion Leng, this is the telegram that Second Lieutenant Wu just received, the Japanese army was wearing the clothes of our 87th Division, mixed with our army's rout, and attacked a battalion of the cavalry regiment of my teaching corps stationed near Tangshan, and suffered heavy losses, and the above ordered that all people from the 87th Division were not allowed to let go."

"Who's giving this order?" Leng Feng frowned slightly.

"I guess it's Commander-in-Chief Tang, and now it's all in the air." Cheng Gang shook his head and said.

"The 87th Division was originally going to garrison the area of Tongjimen and Guanghuamen, and Hongmaoshan is their defense area!" Leng Feng quickly analyzed.

"What does the deputy camp mean that the Japanese army is heading towards Hongmao Mountain?"

"That's right, the Japanese army must have known about our deployment, otherwise they wouldn't have disguised themselves as people from the 87th Division and attacked us."

"Then the Japanese army should go straight to Hongmao Mountain, how can there be a battle with our cavalry regiment?"

"You go and find out the situation right away, and see the offensive line of this Japanese army's sneak attack." Leng Feng ordered.

"Yes."

Cheng Gang soon returned, bringing with him a road map of the Japanese army disguised as the 87th Division to sneak up on the first battalion of the cavalry regiment.

"Look, this is their route, obviously they are coming towards Hongmao Mountain, but how did it become a sneak attack cavalry battalion?"

"Will it be revealed halfway, and it is impossible to carry out the original sneak attack plan, so the Japanese army changed its plan."

"This is the only explanation, if we can know the battle situation at that time, we can judge." Leng Feng said.

Just by looking at the battle report, sometimes you can't see anything at all.

In Leng Feng's memory, the Japanese army did not take Hongmao Mountain, but turned to look for the next breakthrough, and the Tiger Cave Heights was the next breakthrough selected by the Japanese army.

If the Japanese army wants to enter Nanjing, it must take the Purple Mountain (Zhongshan) position, because this is the commanding height of Nanjing, which is condescending and the geographical location is very important.

If the artillery position is set up on the Purple Mountain, it can directly threaten the safety of the Nanjing-Hangzhou Highway, which is also an important supply lifeline for the Japanese army.

Therefore, the Japanese army is going to take the Purple Mountain no matter what.

Garrisoned in the Purple Mountain was the Teaching Corps, which was already well-equipped and well-trained, and their station was here, so they were extremely familiar with the terrain.

Crushing or destroying this army would inevitably deal a heavy blow to the morale of the Nationalist army, and would also be extremely beneficial to the attack on Nanjing.

"Cheng Gang, early tomorrow morning, except for a platoon, a guard squad and a heavy machine gun squad, and then leave me a mortar, no less than twenty shells, and all the others will withdraw from the 151 heights." Leng Feng ordered.

"Withdraw?"

"Yes, withdraw, I'm going to turn Heights 151 into a grave for Japanese soldiers." Leng Feng's eyes glowed with a cold light.

Cheng Gang was a spirit, he personally participated in planting explosives, how could he not know that at this moment, he was sitting on a huge powder keg.

As long as that Second Lieutenant Wu Xiaoyun moved his fingers, the entire 151 Heights would instantly ascend to the sky on an earthy plane.

Cheng Gang admired this Leng Feng a little, and only he dared to think about it, if he changed someone, he would never have the courage to do this.

"Does Luo Yingzuo know?"

"Of course Lao Luo knows, but others don't know yet." Leng Feng smiled and explained.

Cheng Gang swallowed his saliva unnaturally, these two actually colluded in private?

What is the rhythm of this?

"Yes."

"Execute the order, keep the idea secret, leave half of the company's light and heavy weapons, one-third of the ammunition, and all the other supplies evacuated, time, early in the morning."

"Leng's deputy battalion, where are we going to retreat?"

"Withdraw to the 230 heights, and when you get there, make the reserve of the whole battalion." Leng Feng explained.

"Understood."

"Go and prepare, and relay the order to the platoons."

It was not the first time Leng Feng had served as a commander, but this time was extraordinary, this was the first time he had come to this era and commanded a company with more than a hundred people in battle.

This is not fully familiar with the company, and in a hurry, there is still some worry in my heart.

He has repeatedly considered the details of the retreat, the preparation before the retreat, the route, and the contingency of emergencies and so on.

But he also enjoys the process, because only in this way can he find his place and his own value in life.

He also needs to overcome some problems of integration is adaptation, and if it weren't for the excuse of having "amnesia", some of his minor problems would have been suspected.

Some things can't be changed all at once, and even if you have been trained before, you may not be able to fully match this era.

What worries Leng Feng the most is that Leng Feng is still a child of a family, and Xie Chengrui, the head of the second regiment, handed him a letter sent from his hometown Wenzhou, and the owner of the letter is Leng Feng's father Leng Haoran.

The letter was sent a month ago, and at that time, "Leng Feng" was still fighting in Songhu and could not receive it at all.

Leng Feng took out the letter from his pocket, feeling a little timid.

Looking at the vigorous and powerful six big words on the envelope, "Leng Feng Wu'er personally opened", he felt that he had done a particularly "shameless" thing again.

Someone else's son has died, but he has replaced him, how should he face Leng Feng's parents?

There are some questions that cannot be avoided, although Leng Feng took the letter from Xie Chengrui's hand, he kept it in his pocket and did not open it.

First, he instinctively avoided it, and secondly, he simply didn't have time to calm down and think about it.

I went over and over again in my hand a few times, but I didn't know if I should open the letter now and see what was written inside.

Knock Knock......

"Come in." Leng Feng is the supreme commander of the 151st Heights, which is still different from ordinary soldiers, he has a single room next to the command post, which is simply isolated by wooden planks.

Although the conditions were simple, they were much better than those of other officers and soldiers.

"Wu Xiaoyun, why are you here?" Leng Feng looked up in surprise and saw Wu Xiaoyun walking in with the quilt.

Wu Xiaoyun pointed to Leng Feng's simple plank bed, and then pointed at himself, his eyes blinking.

"You want to sleep in my bed?" Leng Feng understood that Wu Xiaoyun was coming to occupy his nest.

Wu Xiaoyun nodded, his expression still so indifferent.

Leng Feng smiled bitterly, she was the only female soldier in the whole company, except for herself, no one else had a single room, and the deputy company commander Cheng Gang was also crowded with a row.

In this winter, there is nothing wrong with squeezing and huddling together to keep warm.

Wu Xiaoyun can't do it, she is a woman, she can't squeeze together with a few old men anymore, it's so inconvenient.

Leng Feng didn't say anything, put away his things, rolled up the quilt, and gave up the single room to Wu Xiaoyun.

Leng Feng was like this, so he could only go to the guard squad and squeeze with Cong Hu and them.

"Big brother, why are you here?" Leng Feng carried the quilt into the dormitory of the guard squad, and Cong Hu and the soldiers of the guard squad were a little surprised.

"My small single room is given to Ensign Wu, she is inconvenient for a woman, I'll just squeeze it with you, don't you just sleep, don't pay so much attention." Leng Feng put the quilt down.

The bunk of the guard squad is quite rich, and it is not a big problem to squeeze it and vacate a place.

"They're all asleep!" Leng Feng took off his shoes, got into bed, got into the quilt, suddenly remembered something, and touched his pocket.

Oops, he left the letter in the small single room, and wanted to get up to get it, but after thinking about it again, Wu Xiaoyun might have fallen asleep.

I passed in the middle of the night, just for a letter, besides, as long as the letter is still in the small single room, I can't lose it.

I'll just go and retrieve it tomorrow, and besides, the letter hasn't been opened.