Zhang Chun threw a grenade with all his might, and after an explosion, a bullet suddenly hit his calf, and Zhang Chun, who was already very tired, fell to the ground all of a sudden. A Russian soldier next to him killed him with a bayonet at this time.

Zhang Chun wanted to support his body but didn't get up at once, and when he saw the bayonet stabbing at him, he yelled from the side, and a volunteer soldier with a bloody chest hugged the Russian soldier violently, and the two of them rolled to the ground.

After rolling several meters away, the Russian soldier struggled to break free, got up from the ground and smashed the butt of his rifle into the face of the volunteers! That face was suddenly blurred with flesh and blood, and there was originally a cyan birthmark on the face, which was covered by blood!

Zhang Chun muttered in his mouth: "Old Zhao! ”

Looking around, there was a light machine gun lying on the ground, and he crawled over and picked it up.

At this time, four or five Russians rushed forward, and several bayonets pierced the chest of the volunteer soldier together!

Before they could pull out the bayonet, Zhang Chun picked up the machine gun and swept wildly!

The artillery fire of the 11th Division finally rang out.

The shells rained down on the ridges, and the charging Russians were smashed into the ground, and the attack was suddenly interrupted.

So far, the Volunteers have not fired a single shell! For four days, Akpolir had been looking for a two-pole artillery, but the two-pole was as if he didn't have a cannon in his hand. Only today did their artillery speak!

Or their old way, interrupting the attack wave of the Russian army and fighting with the infantry. This fight seemed to be an endless battle, the artillery fire ploughed over and over again on the mountain beam, hit back and hit back again, and the Russian soldiers who were about to rush up became a living target!

When the Russian soldiers on the hill lost their support, the momentum of the volunteers immediately came out, and the soldiers shouted and plunged their bayonets into the chests of their opponents! Lao Maozi couldn't hold on. Seeing that the troops halfway up the mountain had withdrawn to avoid artillery fire, they also lost the courage to fight.

In fact, if there were other ways, the second pole would never choose to open fire. He has been hiding his artillery fire, which is used when preparing for a breakthrough. But the voice from the mountain let him know that if he didn't give Zhang Chun a little support, the mountain would not be able to withstand it.

He didn't dare to send troops easily, those two infantry vehicles really scared him yesterday, and he didn't want to try to charge easily. And the effect of the cannon was the same as expected by the second pole, and the unsuspecting old Maozi was blown up and turned on his back.

A bitter sneer appeared on the corner of Akpolil's mouth, although he wanted to fight it all at once, but he knew that he couldn't do it! Unless he is willing to let the troops brave the fire of the Volunteers. In that case, he may have to pay more than ten times the price for the burial of those guys on the mountain.

He knew that the second pole weishenme dared to be so presumptuous today! In this weather, there is no way to judge the position of the opponent's artillery.

"Order, withdraw the troops immediately."

After the general finished speaking, he closed his eyes, looking very painful.

The shouting finally stopped, and the Russian soldiers who had withdrawn from the hill had dejected faces, they had been very brave just a moment ago, but now, their heads were all down.

Only those who have been on the battlefield understand their current feelings. watched his comrades fall in front of him one by one. You feel a lot of self-blame, a lot of anger, a lot of guilt. Even if you've pushed your harder, you'll feel that way because it's a battlefield. It is a place where the dead can rest in peace, but the living have to endure torment.

The soldiers of the Volunteers are also collecting the remains of their comrades, burying them impossible, and lighting a fire. Find a place to bury the ashes, and if you can come back later, put them in a box and send them back to their families.

The regimental staff officer put a bunch of waist cards in front of him. One by one, the names were copied from above. When the regiment was full of more than 1,400 people, now there are less than 400 left, and the rest of the names are all on this small book of staff officers.

The staff officer knew that this book was more important than the lives of all the brothers who were still alive.

Zhang Chun limped along the battlefield full of gunsmoke, the faces of the soldiers were full of exhaustion, and most of the soldiers sat motionless in the snow. Occasionally, a few people are looking for weapons that can be used on the battlefield.

Not far from him, a few soldiers were turning over each corpse, and when they met someone, they had to ask: "Brother, I am from the second battalion, have you seen our battalion commander?" One meter seven, black? ”

"Nope."

"Brother, do you see Battalion Commander Zhao of the Second Battalion? The one with a birthmark on his face? ”

"Nope."

The soldiers rummaged through one end of the battlefield until they found the other, then stood up and looked around, then rummaged through the dead man's pile again and asked again. A lot of people sat there and watched a few of them, and some didn't even look at them.

Zhang Chun's mouth moved a few times and he didn't speak, let alone stop the soldiers from looking for it.

Zhao Mingju, the commander of the 11th Division of the Volunteer Army, died in the Great Patriotic War. In the first year of the Republic, he was posthumously awarded the rank of captain and was also rated as a first-class combat hero, and his name was engraved on a stone tablet along with the names of the 7,649 soldiers of the 11th Division who died in this battle, and it was erected in the south of the Patriotic Warrior Martyrs Monument on the west side of the gate of the Heroes Hall in Houma Town.

Looking at his team, Zhang Chun knew that the troops had lost their combat effectiveness. Shangfeng asked them to hold out for five days, and the time was coming soon, but now that their regiment had been separated from the entire division by the Russians, would they really have a chance when they retreated?

Whether he had it or not, he felt that he couldn't give up, and he wanted to make the fighters feel that there was still a chance. The muscles on Zhang Chun's face twitched, and then he endured the sharp pain in his leg and threw away the wooden stick, and sorted out his military uniform, which he could no longer tidy up: "Assemble!" ”

The soldiers were stunned for a while, and Zhang Chun shouted again: "The 37th Regiment of the 18th Brigade of the 11th Division of the Volunteer Army!" All assembled! ”

One by one, the soldiers stood up from the ground, everyone was wounded, and some of them had to be supported by their comrades to barely stand up, and they tried to straighten their bodies and stand in front of Zhang Chun.

Zhang Chun's gaze swept over their faces: "Tomorrow, we will complete the task of holding on for five days, and now I order, the whole regiment is ready to break through!" Tomorrow when the sky is bright, we will break through! ”

No one answered his words, and the whole hill was dead silent except for the roaring north. Breakthrough? How much this hopefully is clear to everyone's heart.

After a few minutes, Zhang Chun took a deep breath: "Three battalions, all of them are out of the ranks!" ”

More than seventy soldiers stood up from the crowd, and a man with only one arm left first glanced at Zhang Chun, Zhang Chun was also looking at him, the two looked at each other, and the man found that Zhang Chun seemed to be a little hesitant and painful in his eyes.

He smiled at Zhang Chun, took a step forward and shouted: "Du Xikui, the commander of the third battalion, lead the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion to line up, please give instructions from the regiment commander!" ”

Zhang Chun's eyes turned red, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop shaking, and he could feel the trembling of his voice: "You open the way for the whole group......"

"Yes!"

Four days is actually quite enough. The battle has attracted nearly 80,000 people to the Russian army, and it can be said that the 11th Division has completed their task very well, and the battle in Liaoxi is about to begin.

After the Japanese troops landed in Dalian, they began to advance to the hinterland of western Liaoning, and although Matsumura said that it would be more appropriate to stop and make a strategic adjustment now, the military headquarters refused his request. The European Combined Fleet was soon to arrive in Dalian, and when the Combined Fleet landed, the military headquarters asked Matsumura to ensure that the situation in western Liaoning had been mastered by the Japanese army.

Only by letting those Western countries see that the Japanese are working hard can military spending be settled. It's really a bit unreasonable for people to pay you and ask others to fight the war themselves.

Matsumura also knew what it would mean for the Japanese army to fight this battle if the gentlemen were unwilling to pay for it, so after receiving the order again, there was no hesitation, and the army immediately rolled up according to the original plan.

"The strength of the Japanese Second Army in this landing is a total of four divisions, two brigades, and one engineer brigade. Among them, the Third Division is the main division of the Second Army, and it is also the division with the strongest combat capability. The commander of the division, Lieutenant General Eimoto Shengjia, enjoyed a high reputation among the Japanese army, and even after the Second Army suffered heavy losses in the Russo-Japanese War, their division performed quite well. After the Dalian landing, they and the 1st Brigade of the Japanese Cavalry and the 13th Brigade of the Reserve Infantry went all the way to our hinterland, and they were very arrogant. ”

Yang Xiaolin stood in front of the battle map, and his voice was very loud.

The speed at which the Second Army advanced was quite fast, marching more than 150 miles in just two days, advancing forward with three arrows, and posing as a jiashi that swept through Liaoxi. This third division is the middle road, and it is also the fastest way to get closer, and it looks like they are rushing towards Xiuyan.

The Japanese troops on the left flank, with the 4th and 6th Divisions as the main forces, approached Gaiping, and the shortest distance between them and the middle road was only more than 80 kilometers, forming a situation that echoed each other. The 8th Division of the Japanese General Reserve Corps moved in the direction of Andong, apparently trying to echo the Japanese 3rd Army that had come from Korea.

Matsumura's tactical arrangement was completely unnegligent, the two main divisions were responsible for the assault, echoing each other, if the reserve Eighth Division and the Third Army killed by North Korea were connected, then with the advance of the Japanese army, it would not take a few days for their two fronts to be connected.

He wanted to complete the tactical adjustment on the march, and if he achieved this goal, he would not be afraid even if he encountered the main force of the volunteers, and they could immediately form a continuous front of more than 100 kilometers, which would be very advantageous for both defense and attack, and in the current military concept, such an approach was the most correct.

It's a pity that Yang Xiaolin didn't plan to play with them this time, he only played points. And before the Japanese were connected, they were knocked out one by one!

Commander Yang circled the Xiuyan area on the map with a red pen: "Right here, the Third Division will be able to reach this place tomorrow, let's set up a battlefield here and eat him!" (To be continued......)