At three o'clock in the morning on July 17, 1924, the general offensive of the Qijiang Campaign of the National Revolutionary Army officially began. At the moment when the order to attack was issued, 24 Min-13 mountain guns and dozens of bombardment guns deployed on the forward positions were fired at the same time. Hundreds of shiny ballistics drew a meteor-like trajectory in the night sky, whistling towards the position of the Qianjun army on the heights of Lijiashan.

The cannonballs smashed to the ground, exploding countless skyrocketing fireballs, and the air waves swept through the air with various debris flying in the air, and then turned into a torrential rain that swept across the ground, ruthlessly destroying any targets exposed to cover. The position of Yuan Zuming's Second Division of the Guizhou Army soon became shrouded in flames.

"Boom-" Another dense thunderclap resounded above the heights of Lijiashan, and the shelling seemed to be endless, wave after wave, one after another. The large and small shells were the sickles of death, and they slashed at the officers and soldiers of Guizhou stationed on the high ground. The Qianjun lying dead in the improvised fortifications, whether they were officers or soldiers, all opened their mouths wide and trembled unconsciously.

On the other side of the slope of Lijia Mountain, division commander Wang Tianpei was personally leading the supervision team, setting up machine guns, and holding ghost knives to block the way of life of the officers and soldiers of the Second Guizhou Division. Any officer and soldier who dares to retreat from Lijia Mountain, no matter who it is, will be killed! Listening to the explosions that shook the earth, Wang Tianpei's heart was full of despair and bitterness, and at this moment he wanted to retreat more than anyone else. Because it was his hard work and his family name that was bombed on Lijia Mountain, in this troubled world, what will happen to a warlord who has lost his army? Wang Tianpei didn't dare to think about it anymore. They don't fight against those Sichuan rats, everyone fights, but when it comes to their family names, they always have to keep their hands. The struggle of the Qianjun has always been cruel, and its sworn enemies now seem to be all senior officials on the side of the Kuomintang!

Ten minutes of shelling! Just ten minutes! Is it short? If you listen to the roar of cannons for ten minutes in the so-so improvised fortifications of the excavation, you will certainly not feel short. Where is this ten minutes! It's even longer than a decade. It is true that the officers and men of the Guizhou Army have been fighting for life and death for many years, and they still have rich combat experience, but this is the first time they have been bombarded!

According to the description in the textbook, after the shelling, it should naturally be an infantry charge, and the officers who survived the disaster got up from the messy trench with difficulty, regardless of the pain on their bodies, and hurriedly shouted and organized the soldiers to defend. But what to defend against? Due to the lack of experience in facing artillery bombardment, the machine gun positions of the Guizhou army were all built into large and generous pillboxes, how could such an obvious target escape the bombardment of [***]? A pitiful dozen machine guns of a division can now be used for less than a fraction.

"Long live the Prime Minister! Come on! Seeing that the shelling was over, the assault troops of the 12th and 13th Divisions shouted the slogans prescribed by Lao Chiang and launched the first wave of decisive assaults.

Although the National Revolutionary Army in this time and space was relatively under the control of the General Staff and the War Department, this did not mean that as a division commander, there was no freedom in the tactical arrangement of the troops. Ever since the 500 submachine guns were issued, the division commanders of the divisions have invariably thought of the same tactic -- the centralized use of them. 500 submachine guns were assigned to an infantry battalion, which would select the bravest officers and men, who would be the sharp knives of the whole division's attack! Now, a thousand commandos of two divisions, each armed with a Min-13 submachine gun, swooped down on the Lijiashan heights under the cover of mortars and machine guns. Behind them there were two whole regiments of follow-up troops, and as soon as the assault team attacked the position, the follow-up troops would immediately follow up and fight the enemy until the last Qian officer and soldier were driven out of the position or killed.

Having just experienced an unprecedented bombardment and spent ten terrible and long minutes in hell, the morale of the officers and men of Guizhou had fallen to the extreme, and no one thought that their side would win this battle. Seeing the enemy rushing forward in a black pressure, most of the soldiers of the Qianjun army opened fire in advance out of fear.

"Don't shoot! Bastard, don't shoot! Bring the enemy closer and fight again! Fuck, hear no! The officers' shouts and curses came and went, all of which prevented the soldiers from firing in advance.

In this era, the shooting level of the [***] team is extremely poor, and the distance of more than 100 meters basically depends on character, and now the [***] commando team is still a thousand meters away from the position of the Guizhou army! And in this day and age, a Chinese rifleman can usually get only five rounds of ammunition in a day of battle! Even the riflemen of the National Revolutionary Army are now the same standard, but the riflemen of [***] have one gun per person, while the Qianjun army has two or three riflemen sharing one gun.

"Click--" A machine gun that had survived the shelling suddenly began to shoot tongues of fire. Bullets rained down on the [***] assault troops, and several people fell to the ground in an instant, but this well-concealed machine gun also exposed itself, and after firing less than a hundred rounds, it attracted a terrible shelling, and a 75mm shell sent the entire machine gun bunker into the sky. Seeing this scene, the hearts of the officers and soldiers of the Qianqian on the Lijiashan position suddenly cooled, and all of them thought almost at the same time: "It's over!" It's all over! ”

The 24 75mm mountain guns of the Fifth Artillery Regiment have been pushed to the foot of the Lijiashan Heights, less than 2 kilometers away from the position of the Guizhou Army. As long as the tongues of machine gun fire erupt from the positions of the Qianjun army, there will definitely be shells on their heads within a minute. At the same time as the mountain artillery was firing, the mortar battalions of the two divisions also advanced to a distance of about 1,000 meters from the Guizhou army's position, and at this distance, through the accurate measurement of the rangefinder, the gunners could send every shell into the Guizhou army's trenches with precision.

Nearly 1,000 submachine guns opened fire at the same time, and bullets rained down on the Guizhou army's position, and the officers and men in the trenches could not raise their heads at all, so they could only lie prone in their positions and wait for the final judgment.

"What!" This is the most terrifying voice Wang Tianpei has ever heard in his life! "Suddenly-" Bursts of gunshots, as dense as fried beans, came faintly from the other side of the mountain. This is a machine gun? Wang Tianpei had never seen a submachine gun before, and this weapon was first copied by the Shijing Arsenal in Guangzhou, and it was not until Yan Xishan's Taiyuan Arsenal began to be mass-produced that this weapon was first copied.

The short 100 meters were quickly rushed through, and the officers and men of the assault team successfully rushed into the trenches of the Qianshan army. Compared to long rifles, submachine guns are more suitable for fighting in trenches. A string of squirting tongues of fire brought bursts of blood rain in the trenches, constantly harvesting the lives of the officers and soldiers of Qianshan.

"Ding Gong, the heights of Lijiashan can't be defended. Withdraw with your brethren. Yuan Zuming couldn't believe his ears, Yuan Zuming, who had just been awakened by the rumbling artillery fire in the distance, finished washing up unhurriedly, dressed neatly, and walked into his headquarters unhurriedly with a pair of famous generals' shelves, and actually received such an inexplicable call from Wang Tianpei.

"Dongxia, don't worry, I will immediately order the 34th Division to reinforce Lijiashan." Yuan Zuming still gave the order in a calm tone. "You hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, and reinforcements will arrive soon. ――――What? Don't send reinforcements? Let me go? What happened to Li Jiashan? Yes! Thousands of machine guns! Dozens of cannons! What the? When did Sun Cannon become like this? ”

Wang Tianpei on the other side of the phone, while crying goodbye to Yuan Zuming, asked Yuan Zuming to quickly lead the troops away. "Ding Gong, you hurry up, our second division is over, it's all over, Sun Cannon's soldiers have already hit the entrance of my division, woo, Ding Gong, you hurry up and take people away, humble and you will see you in the next life, goodbye in the next life."

In just half an hour, the defense line of Wang Tianpei's second division completely collapsed. After the assault team stormed the trenches of the Qianjun army, Xia Wei immediately gave the order for the whole army to assault. Xia Wei used his troops ruthlessly and would never give his opponent a chance. More than 10,000 officers and men of the Gui Army of the two divisions poured into the position of the Qianshan army like a tide, and what was even more amazing was that Xia Wei also sent a regiment to make a detour from the left flank of Li Jiashan and raid the back of the Qianshan army. It was this regiment that encountered Wang Tianpei, who was supervising the battle, and Wang Tianpei escaped into his division headquarters under the desperate protection of the guard battalion.

Wang's division chose to be in an abandoned temple at the foot of Lijia Mountain, with a machine gun set up at the gate of the temple and a heavy machine gun on the roof of the main hall, and it was these two fire points that temporarily blocked the attack of [***]. However, the time that can be delayed is also very limited, I don't know if I can help Yuan Zuming buy time to escape?

I heard that [***] actually hit Wang Tianpei's division! Yuan Mingzu also knew that something was wrong. How long has it been? It was less than an hour before the shelling began! One of his own divisions is almost gone in an hour, so he is so useless? Yuan Zuming stood in a daze for a while, and finally came back to his senses. "Quick, hurry up and pick up Peng Hanzhang for me, and also, all the 34th Division is assembled and ready to start."

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