The first to meet the fierce and fierce wave of [***] charging was the few remaining heavy machine guns on the Sichuan position. These machine guns scattered all over the battle line let out a desperate roar, and in the face of the influx of enemies, what can these ten or so machine guns do? Immediately after that, the tattered rifles in the hands of the Sichuan officers and soldiers also opened fire, no one wanted to have any range of their broken guns, nor did they want to find the enemy's accurate direction from the vast dark night, they just wanted to use up the bullets in their hands as quickly as possible, so that they might be able to block this surging tide a little, right?

20,000 [***] infantrymen with rifles loaded with bayonets, led by young officers armed with submachine guns, gritted their teeth and rushed forward. This is the eternal true meaning of using soldiers, and there is no turning back now, some just bravely move forward and use the bayonet in their hands to pick the opponent to death! As long as they rushed within 100 meters of the enemy, the submachine guns in the hands of those young officers who had just graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy could exert their power, splashing tens of thousands of hot bullets on the enemy's position, tearing a bloody path for the riflemen who followed closely.

Each division of the Kuomintang Army is now equipped with nearly 500 submachine guns, and these weapons are now in the hands of middle- and lower-ranking officers, and have become a sharp weapon for them to lead the charge. This time, the three divisions of the Seventh Army were thrown into a charge, which meant that about 1,500 submachine guns were firing wildly at the Sichuan army's position, and the bullets swept like raindrops, so that the Sichuan officers and soldiers in the position could not raise their heads.

"Grenade! Throw grenades! The officers of the Sichuan army, who were still sticking to their posts and organizing resistance, howled in despair with all their strength. Grenades were the only means they could use to stop the tide, and the distance was just right. It's just that if you want to drop a bullet, you have to stand up in the rain of bullets, and the bullets like the rain will definitely take their lives!

Can you still live? This question now haunts the minds of all the surviving Sichuan officers and soldiers. Turn around and run into the endless dark night, you can continue to live happily, and these Kuomintang are not foreigners, they are also Chinese, they come to rule Sichuan may be stronger than those Sichuan army leaders, right? At least this field endowment will be a year, right?

Wang Lao sat on a large rock, looking at the fire that kept flickering in the night, which was the bright light emitted by the shooting from both sides. It seemed that the Kuomintang side had gained absolute superiority, and its own army was about to collapse.

"Someone! Come! Wang Lao ran suddenly struggled to get up and shouted: "Go, let's go, I'm going to get out of here!" He beckoned to his loyal guards and told them to protect him from his flight. He wants to live, too! Those Sichuan soldiers who only have three yuan a month are sparing their lives, let alone a millionaire? Besides, those Kuomintang don't want his life! didn't want his money, and was even willing to give him 200,000 yuan, and let him be a lieutenant general. Why is he fighting here to live and die? Wang Lao ran felt that he was the stupidest fool in the world, and he didn't want such good surrender conditions! I also wanted to bring my more than 10,000 bitter Xichong villagers to block the car, and look at other people's cannons, people's submachine guns, and people's unhesitating charging momentum. What do you take to fight others?

With nearly 20,000 bayonets pierced into the positions of the Sichuan army, the collapse finally came as expected, and these Sichuan troops had done their best in the battle tonight. Whether it is in terms of firepower or training level, they are far inferior to their opponents, and Wang Laochao's command is also full of loopholes, and it is a miracle that they can hold on until now. I don't know who was the first to shout "Run" and then threw away the rifle in his hand, and before the Overseer team could react, he drilled into the boundless darkness and disappeared without a trace. There is a precedent of the first success, there is a second, and the third until the flight of the entire army.

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On the east side of the Sichuan army's front, there was also a unit that had been defeated and even lost its division commander, they were the remnants of the eighth division of the Sichuan army, about 6,000 people. Now they are under the leadership of the deputy division commander Wang Zhaoqi, and they are guarding the flanks for the large army in despair. They had not slept all night, and all of them had their eyes wide open and their ears stretched out to watch the battle three kilometers away. Now they basically know about the catastrophe of their own troops.

"Enemy! Enemy! East! I don't know who shouted. Everyone looked up and took a look.

In the distance, countless torches were lining up in a long line approaching them, and it was the outflanking Ninth Division of the Fifth Army. In order to speed up the march and strive to join forces with the Seventh Army to attack the first road of the Sichuan Army, An Sihua ordered the whole army to be illuminated with torches, without worrying about exposing the target in the dark night.

"There's still there!" The voice of fear rang out again.

On the other side, thousands of torches lined up in a line were flying closer. It was the Eighth Division of the Fifth Army, and the division commander Wang Bao was coming on a hurried march with his subordinates. Behind them there was also the Fifth Army, which was followed by troops, including an artillery regiment.

"Accurate, ready to fight!" Acting division commander Wang Zhaoqi looked at the boundless torches in the distance, his voice trembled, and he shouted: "Hurry, hurry, prepare for war!" He knew that his troops were finished, that they would soon be on their backs, and that there was no hope, but he had to organize a resistance in order to buy himself time to escape.

Just when there was a panic on the position, several sharp gunshots rang out, and it was the scouts of [***] and the Sichuan army that were on fire. The sound of the gunfire was the alarm, and almost in the blink of an eye, thousands of torches in the distance disappeared in an instant, leaving only the boundless darkness and sporadic gunfire.

The 22nd Regiment of the National Revolutionary Army was the vanguard of the 8th Division and the first unit to encounter the Sichuan Army. Now the exchange of fire with the Sichuan army is the special service company of the 22nd regiment. The head of this regiment, Guan Linzheng, is a graduate of the first phase of Whampoa, because he performed well in last year's war and has a good name (Luo Yaoguo heard of it in his previous life), so he is now the commander of the regiment.

"All spread out into battle formation." Guan Linzheng jumped down from his war horse and shouted at the marching troops: "The first battalion occupies the high ground on the left, the second battalion occupies the high ground on the right, and the third battalion is ready for battle." The artillery company set up positions on the high ground on the left and prepared for shelling. ”

After hastily arranging the task, he shouted at a communications staff officer behind him: "Go and inform the division and tell him that we are in contact with the Sichuan army, the enemy situation is unknown, and our regiment is ready to conduct a round of fire reconnaissance." ”

Guan Linzheng's current arrangement is all in accordance with the standard actions of the textbooks of the Whampoa Military Academy, encountering the enemy at night, first seizing the advantageous terrain, deploying the troops, and then using mortar cover to carry out a round of feints to try to show the opponent's strength or weakness. The entire deployment was completed within 10 minutes, with the two battalions occupying the high ground on both sides, and the third battalion was also ready for battle under the command of the battalion commander Zhang Yaoming. The mortar company was also deployed on the left high ground under the command of Feng Erjun, who graduated from the second artillery department, and at the same time prepared for artillery bombardment.

With Guan Linzheng's order, twelve mortars began a round of fierce bombardment in the direction of the exchange of fire between the special service company and the enemy, and dozens of shells were quickly projected on the Sichuan army's position, turning into fireballs in a loud bang. Zhang Yaoming shouted "charge" and jumped up, holding a Min-13 submachine gun, and rushed to the enemy position with hundreds of his subordinates under the cover of darkness. A battalion charged a division in a blind light in the dark!

Before he could take a few steps, more than a dozen machine guns on the Sichuan army's position, which were not clear about the direction, began to shoot tongues of fire. The quality of this division obviously cannot be compared with Wang Laochao's first division, knowing that the enemy has mortars and still firing indiscriminately, isn't this exposing the target himself? Naturally, these self-exposed firing points quickly attracted mortar bombardment, and soon round after round of shelling caused a ghost to cry wolf on the position of the Sichuan Sixth Division. The 3rd Battalion of the 22nd Regiment, which rushed up with its head sufflitated by the landing of mortar shells, actually succeeded in breaking through the Sichuan army's position amid the piercing screams of submachine gun fire, and the sound of gunfire, explosions, shouts, and heart-rending screams mixed together, playing the most terrifying movement in the world.

Estimating that the opponent's strength was not strong, Guan Linzheng no longer tried it, waved his hand and ordered: "The first battalion and the second battalion will leave one company to hold the high ground, and the others will prepare to charge, and the artillery company will fire freely." After speaking, he also picked up a submachine gun, followed the team of the first battalion to the high ground, converged with the second battalion coming down from the high ground on the other side, and personally led them to launch a second wave of charge, and plunged into it along the opening of Zhang Yaoming's rush.

At this time, the 8th Division of the Sichuan Army had actually begun to disperse, and because it was already known that the main force had been defeated, this already demoralized division completely lost its struggle when it was just attacked. In particular, after the acting division commander Wang Zhaoqi hurriedly deployed to resist, he quietly changed into civilian clothes and disappeared into the night, and then the division headquarters personnel who found the division commander fleeing began to flee one after another, and then two brigade commanders and six regiment commanders also went to find their own way out. In the end, the troops that had lost their organization collapsed in an instant under the Meng Chong of Guan Lin's regiment, and the stragglers fled in all directions, and the whole division fell apart in the night.