"Boom Boom"

As the Anhui army's assault forces continued to advance, the artillery fire was also extending forward. The heavy artillery group composed of twenty-four 105 howitzers and twenty-four 150 howitzers gave the harvested Qing army a hard lesson, and now artillery is a veritable god of land warfare in war! Together with the 75-mm mountain guns of the divisional artillery regiment, a total of 120 caliber guns roared at the same time (not counting the 105th heavy artillery battalion that was tasked with sealing the river). The whole city of Nanjing was shaking by the sound of the huge explosion, and Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, was destined to usher in a new life in this earth-shattering artillery fire!

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the city of Nanjing was also in chaos, which was a fierce artillery bombardment that the ancient capital had never experienced. The huge shock wave shattered the glass of almost all the buildings in the city, and the people of the city huddled together with their families, trembling and waiting for the end of the war. The remnants of the Qing army who were defeated from the direction of Yuhuatai began to plunder frantically after entering the city, and they saw the wealthy families rushing in to get a handful and then leaving.

"Where's the sound?"

The loud explosion shattered the glass on the doors and windows, and Zhang Xun woke up even if he was like a pig. A bone got up from the bed and asked naked. In the quilt behind him, the concubine Xiao Maozi trembled and shrunk into a ball wrapped in the quilt.

"Marshal, the Anhui army is coming, and they are shelling Yuhuatai!"

The attendant staggered in and reported!

"How long has it been? What's the news from Cheng Wenjun's side? ”

Zhang Xun hurriedly put on his clothes with the help of the maid, and he couldn't take care of his concubine Xiao Maozi, so he hurriedly asked.

"It's been half an hour, and there is no news of Cheng Commander. I just heard from the soldiers who fled back that Yuhuatai was lost, and Commander Cheng was killed by a cannonball. The lowly position is being verified! ”

The attendant officer didn't dare to be sloppy, and hurriedly reported. The whole of Nanjing was blinded by this artillery fire, and all the telephone lines were cut off, there was a lack of radio stations, and the artillery fire was so fierce that it was impossible to send a correspondent. Therefore, from the beginning of the war to the present, Zhang Xun, Zhang Renjun, Tie Liang and other high-ranking cadres have no idea about the battle situation on the front line.

"Verify the fart! Are you fucking deaf or blind?! This cannon statement is getting closer and closer, if Yuhuatai is still in our hands, the cannonball must be blasting towards Yuhuatai! ”

Zhang Xun is also a sophisticated person, shivered and shivered, kicked over the attendant officer in annoyance, and scolded.

"Yes, yes, the handsome lesson is! Humble and stupid! Humble and stupid! ”

The attendant officer was kicked to the ground, clutching his hot and painful chest, gritting his teeth and smiling face.

"Yuhuatai is the only commanding height in the south of the city, the fortifications are strong and equipped with heavy artillery, and such a hard bone has not been carried for half an hour......"

Zhang Xun didn't dare to think about it, and the cold sweat had already wet his underwear.

"Dashuai, then let's ...... now"

The attendant asked cautiously tentatively.

"Quick, mobilize half of the city's troops and urgently reinforce the Heavenly Castle! The team that pursued the Ninth Town in the direction of Moling Town also withdrew and reinforced the Heavenly Castle! As long as the Heavenly Castle is not lost, we still have hope! Tell Wang Youhong to defend the heavenly castle at all costs! When the Anhui army is repulsed, no one is promoted to the next level, and ten oceans will be rewarded, and there will be no forgiveness for retreating! ”

Zhang Xun came back to his senses, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and shouted and ordered.

"Yes!"

The attendant staggered out of the staggering ground.

"Someone, prepare the horses! Go to the Governor's Domain! ”

Zhang Xun didn't dare to delay any longer, so he hurriedly beckoned his subordinates to prepare horses and went straight to the Liangjiang Governor's Mansion.

"Brother Baochen, how is this good?!"

Zhang Renjun, the governor of Liangjiang, shuddered, and asked as he pulled Tie Liang's sleeve.

"What else can I do? The artillery fire was fierce, and the audio was cut off, so it was better to wait for Zhang Xun to come over and ask about the specific situation before discussing. ”

Tie Liang was also frightened by the earth-shattering cannon, but in the end, he was still born in the army and held it. Forced to calm and comfort.

"Report, my lord, Commander Zhang is here!"

"Please, please!"

When he was dozing, he encountered a pillow, and Zhang Renjun hurriedly instructed the housekeeper to invite Zhang Xun in.

"Two adults, something is wrong! The Anhui army launched an attack, and within half an hour, Yuhuatai was lost. The pipe belt was killed by shells, and now the Anhui army is shelling the city! ”

Without waiting for the two to ask, Zhang Xun shouted from afar.

Hearing the news, Zhang Renjun and Tie Liang immediately fell into an ice cave. Zuihou's idea of a little luck was shattered on the spot.

"How is that good...... How is it good!! ”

Zhang Renjun howled on the spot, beating his chest and shouting.

"Where has the Anhui Army Infantry arrived? What are the arrangements for the Jiangfang patrol camp? ”

Compared with the panicked Zhang Renjun, Tie Liang is much better. Clenched his fists, his palms covered with cold sweat. Forced to ask.

"Lord Hui, I have already transferred half of the soldiers and horses in the whole city, together with the remnants of the Ninth Town in the direction of Moling Town, to reinforce the Heavenly Castle! The shelling was so fierce that all the telephone lines were cut off, the radio stations could not be contacted, and the correspondents could not be filmed! It can only be inferred from the sound of cannons that it has passed Yuhuatai! ”

Zhang Xun didn't care about Zhang Renjun, who was crying, and immediately replied. He was born in a reckless manner, and if it weren't for his ability to save the driver back then, he wouldn't be able to sit in his current position. It can be said that all his current glory and wealth are given by the imperial court, and he has no choice but to follow the imperial court.

"It's not enough, send someone to reinforce Hanximen! Be quick! ”

Tie Liang's face turned pale. I don't know weishenme, this time he suddenly remembered Zhu Jiabao.

"Yes!"

Zhang Xun gave up a gift of a thousand and immediately arranged it.

"Brother Jingtian, everything today is thanks to you."

Tie Liang gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

"Report, sir! My lord! ”

As he spoke, a pro-soldier rushed in.

"What's the panic, you can't die! Say it! ”

Tie Liang was the first to scold.

"My lord, just now Zhao Huipeng came to report that the Anhui army attacked Xiaolingwei! The fog was too big, I couldn't see how many people there were, I just knew that the fire was very fierce! A stick of incense was folded in less than 400 brothers! ”

Qing Bing snorted and cried.

At this moment, none of the three people in the hall could stand, and sat down tremblingly and leaning on their chairs. Zhao Huipeng is also a fierce general, leading two thousand people from the four river defense patrol battalions to guard the filial piety tomb, which should be impregnable. can make Zhao Huipeng pull down his face and ask for help, Xiaolingwei must be in danger. Take a look, more than 400 people died in less than a stick of incense, what kind of army is this? The combat effectiveness is simply against the sky!

"Not good! Two adults, the Anhui army is afraid that they want to smash Huanglong! The governor's subordinates can't stay, so it's better to go to the gunboats by the river and wait for news. ”

Zhang Xun couldn't stay any longer, so he persuaded hard.

"Okay, okay, then it's up to you. Let's go to the riverside gunboat and wait for news! ”

Tie Liang pulled Zhang Renjun, who was almost unable to stand, and accepted the suggestion "as good as flowing". The group packed up their finesse and immediately went to the ship anchored in Xiaguan under the escort of Qin soldiers.

Amid the roar of cannons, a carefully camouflaged antenna was quietly erected in the backyard of a pharmacy in Nanjing with a plaque of "Ci'en Hall".

"Stationmaster, Shangfeng reported that our army had captured Yuhuatai twenty minutes ago, and the artillery fire is currently extending. The radio team we sent out to guide the artillery fire has already joined up with the large army and is applying for third-class merit for our Nanjing station! In addition, there is a small army directly into the Xiaoling Guard, and the big boss asks us to do a good job! ”

After a while of copying and decoding, the telegram was quickly sent to Xu Muyan, the stationmaster of Nanjing Station.

"Your uncle! Where did this come from, the four battalions of Xiaoling and two thousand Qing troops are stationed, and they are really bold enough! Could it be that he is going to the silver dollar bureau? ”

Xu Muyan couldn't help but complain, how could there be such a fight in a war, it was simply fatal!

"Stationmaster, the big boss has spoken, what do you say we should do?! I heard that the big guys are now team officers (company commanders), so we can't afford to fall behind! ”

The strong man waiting on the side didn't care that this unit was in Benna, and immediately picked up the two Mauser twenty-shot pistols pinned to his waist.

"Uncle, you're in a hurry!"

Xu Muyan slapped the back of the strong man's head and said dissatisfied.

"Go, first bring the twenty or so people from Wuchang over, there are many people. The news of the Silver Dollar Bureau was provided by them, and they also know the situation over there! Brothers, we don't care about the big boss's words, we can't be left behind! Copy guys, let's go! Give his mother's a good match! ”

The flowers bloom two and one on each branch, let us go back and see the guard camp that is interspersed with twists and turns.

The cannon in the direction of Yuhuatai rumbled, and the fight was inexorable, but Zhao Huipeng on Xiaolingwei's side was idle. I don't know how to do it, Xiaolingwei's side is as quiet as in the past, and in the early morning, the weapon is thick and almost can't see the five fingers, and the entire position is shrouded in fog like a Yaolin fairyland.

"Commander, is this Anhui army and Cheng Wen both doing it?! How to just hit the rain flower platform, we are all idle birds! ”

A veteran of the Jiang Defense Training Camp was bored smoking a cigarette and joked with Zhao Huipeng, whose face was uncertain.

"The quieter it is, the more wrong September is! The sound of artillery by the river is not a joke, we all feel the earthquake here, not to mention the heavy artillery of more than 100 mm! ”

Zhao Huipeng glanced at his old subordinates who had followed him for many years, and replied uneasily. This cannon sound is indeed fierce enough, as Tongliao Zhao Huipeng is more and more worried.

The quieter it was, the more weird it became, and the uneasiness in Zhao Huipeng's heart became more and more intense. Zuihou couldn't sit still, so he took his own soldiers to the ordinary sentry one by one. But after turning around, there was no problem.

"My lord, the fog is heavy and humid, you can smoke a cigarette to get cold."

The soldier lit a cigarette with a cigarette holder very doggedly, handed it over and said.

"Give the order to the brethren to keep their eyes wide and their guns loaded, just in case!"

Zhao Huipeng was bored with the cigarette, took a sharp puff, and commanded. I don't know weishenme, he still can't rest assured in his heart, and there is always an inexplicable sense of crisis.

As soon as the order to load the gun was conveyed, before the words fell, a crisp sound of "da-da-da" suddenly sounded in the thick fog.

"Grandma's bear, she was discovered, copy the guy!"

Wang Tianda snatched an MG08 Makqin machine gun, and said angrily after sweeping it.

The rainstorm of gunfire immediately rang out, and it turned out that Wang Tianda had infiltrated the Xiaolingwei position less than 100 meters away with four companies of the guard battalion, and when he was cautious, he suddenly heard the Qing army on the opposite side ordering the guns to be loaded. Mistakenly believing that it had been discovered, it immediately opened fire. Seeing that the battalion commander took the lead in firing the shot, the rest of the people were not to be left behind, and the guy in his hand was a burst of strafing. The rate of fire of the Stern submachine gun was not too fast, and the 32-round magazine (usually only 30 rounds were loaded to prevent jamming) was not as sustained as the Bobosha equipped with the security forces of the Intelligence Department. But with a rate of fire of 550 rounds per minute and a density of one manpower, the dense rain of bullets was something that the Qing army, which was accustomed to Hanyang, had never seen before! Bolt-action rifles need to be manually unloaded and loaded, 10 rounds per minute is considered the end of the year (except for the rear-locked Leefield rifle, which is a strange bolt-action rifle with a rate of fire that catches up with semi-automatic), not counting the time to change magazines.

Due to the surprise, the Qing army in the front-line position was immediately defeated. The guard battalion, which had the upper hand in equipment, saw that the fight had started, and they simply went to the end. In teams of four, they quickly moved forward and took advantage of the melee firepower of their submachine guns. ZB30's long burst fire and Makqin's firepower output strafed down, and everyone's weapons were changed once. After the fight, he immediately made a substitution, and the second wave of detours flanked up. The continuous rain of bullets wailed on the other side.

"Quick, get on the mountain cannon!"

Taking advantage of the pause in the vitality of the opposite side, Zhao Huipeng kicked away and shouted at the four Schneider 37mm rapid-fire guns placed on the second line.

"Knock, knock, knock"

The small-caliber Schneider 37 gun was hurriedly pushed into the running position, and as soon as it was fired, there was a hula on the opposite side, and the shells that flew out of nowhere beckoned towards the gun position. All four 37 guns were blown up in the running position.

"It's evil, what kind of cannon is this?! The trajectory is so curved! ”

Seeing that the four 37 guns were destroyed, Zhao Huipeng's eyes widened, and he was about to shed tears in distress. Unconvinced, he yelled.

"Fight quickly, get on the special bomb!"

On the one hand, Wang Tianzong organized two infantry companies to fight from both sides, responding to the attack of the sharp knife company, and on the other hand, he beckoned the artillery bombardment that had not moved behind to run and connect with special ammunition.

Speaking of special ammunition, don't get me wrong, we are not the little Japan of World War II. The poison gas bomb is too mad and contrary to the peace of heaven, and we are not interested. The scientific name of our special bomb is 150 mm grenade, which is specially used by the imitation Soviet-made Type 43 82 mm mortar equipped by the Anhui Army! At first glance, this name is quite unfamiliar, but its common name must be familiar to you as a military fan - no conscience cannon! In the War of Liberation, the Huaihai Battle broke the Huang Wei automobile array, and this is it! To put it bluntly, this is a modified explosives bag, and the amount depends on what you throw it with. Gasoline barrels or something, basically the charge is about twenty catties, but the range is short. This stray projectile, which is intended for use in 82-mm mortars, is a socket type, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, with a slightly smaller charge but a longer range. In offensive operations, this cargo will generally go out with the assault team and cannot be deployed in the rear (the range is short, and in order to avoid accidental injury). When you encounter this cargo, you can't cope with ordinary shelling, and you lie on the ground with your head in your hands on the spot. Mortars throw explosives, purely throwing an explosive package, unlike artillery shells to consider the problem of range and accuracy, so the charge is very large, and the shock wave is naturally needless to say. You have to push yourself off the ground like push-ups to avoid the violent shock wave, or you'll be killed. Of course, the premise is that you are fifteen meters away, and within fifteen meters, no matter what posture you pose, you will die.

The 82nd Artillery Company of the Guard Battalion was fully equipped with 12 82mm mortars, and because of the sudden exchange of fire in a real marching state, the 82 mortars were thrown behind as a desperate desire to fight against the fire from the position. The four 37 guns were blown up by mortar guns. Hearing the order, the commanders of each artillery did not dare to slack off to put their submachine guns cross-shouldered, rummaged through the bicycle carrier that had fallen to the ground, and carefully took out a shell like a meteor hammer (a slender pole with a round and thick projectile on top of it).

"Bang, bang, bang"

After a few crisp sounds, a wave set off on the Qing army's position on the opposite side. Fifty meters apart, the sharp knife that hit the head was also shocked and unstable.

Zhao Huipeng is also a brave general, and when he arranged the position, he only left a battalion of troops in the front-line position. The follow-up three battalions and heavy firepower such as Makqin and mountain artillery were all deployed on the second line, so although the Anhui Army's various automatic weapons were strafed together just now, killing many Qing troops, the casualties were mainly concentrated in the battalion in the front-line position. On the one hand, Zhao Huipeng arranged for men to go to guard the weak points on both sides of the position, and on the other hand, he contracted the troops and concentrated the remaining three battalions to defend the second position. As soon as the troops were gathered to the second-line position, the strange artillery on the opposite side that had never been seen before came again. The difference is that this time it came more violently, after a salvo of twelve rounds. Zhao Huipeng, who was bleeding from Joan of Arc's eardrum, staggered and was helped up by his own soldiers, and was shocked to see that there were almost no living people near the bullet impact point! The corpses were unexpectedly intact, that is, the ears and nose were all shaken out of the black blood.

In this way, nearly half of the more than 1,000 people in the second-line position were reimbursed, and with the rain of bullets killed before the cup, there were only more than 600 people left in the four battalions of 2,000 people. At this time, the gunfire on both sides of the position rang out again, and Zhao Huipeng trembled and found himself in a situation surrounded on three sides. The rest of the soldiers had completely lost the confidence to fight, and regardless of the rain of bullets outside, they stepped on the corpses of their comrades and ran backwards with their lives. Those who run slower can only stay behind as a meat shield.

After eating a severed head meal in the Jiangfang patrol camp for so long, Zhao Huipeng can be regarded as experienced in a hundred battles. But this was the first time he felt a chill from the heart, and the tragic sight of being shocked to death shattered his nerves. In the face of the remnants of the soldiers who ran backwards with their lives, the pro-soldiers who caused the veteran oil couldn't help but say that they would rush to the front when they set up Zhao Huipeng - running in front, and the people behind them were equivalent to saying that you were a meat shield.

"Commander, the Anhui army is strong, let's avoid it first. Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood! ”

The soldiers dragged Zhao Huipeng to run away, and persuaded him, for fear that this arrogant master would not be able to think of it.

The position garrisoned by 2,000 people was defeated in less than a stick of incense. There are only less than 400 people left in his four battalions of 2,000 people, and they are chased like rabbits by the rain of bullets and bullets from behind.

"What kind of army is this?"

Zhao Huipeng, who was being carried away, ignored the black blood gushing from his ears and nose, and said to himself tremblingly.