The walls of Ten Thousand Eucalyptus City were dilapidated and decaying, but without heavy artillery, Xue Dayong could only look stupidly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why didn't they break through?"

Wan Dingying's department transferred two regiments out, but they were confused by the people of the Red Third Battalion and the Jinggangshan Garrison Regiment. After casually firing a few shots, the troops hurriedly withdrew to Ganzhou, and now even the city gate is easily closed, making it all soldiers.

In Ji'an City, the 28th Division and the 29th Division each accounted for half, the commanders stared at each other, and the soldiers naturally greeted with their fists.

Wan Yu's reinforcements are gone, but the people in the city have not taken the slightest move, except for the soldiers on the city wall to change their guards, there is no sound, it seems lifeless.

"Regiment commander, I did a fire reconnaissance today. What is difficult for Wan Yu to deal with is the four Makqin, and most of the other weapons are singles. However, Comrade Liu Bi'an said that they still have a lot of grenades, and if they attack the city, it will be extremely unfavorable to us. ”

The commander of the regimental reconnaissance company said hatefully.

The enemy commander defending the city was quite sophisticated, and he saw at a glance that this was a feint, and it was not until the Red Guards of Wanyu County who attached it also followed the feint that he ordered to open fire. Although the reconnaissance company quickly retreated, it still seriously injured several fighters, which made the reconnaissance company commander's heart bleed.

"Four machine guns are definitely not all his strength!"

Xue Dayong shook his head and said.

Such a scheming guy has no backhand to have a ghost. If the division commander is here, he will definitely have an idea, but when he returned to the tea forest, he left himself the task of taking Wan Eucalyptus, but how to take it did not leave a word.

"Whew!"

He took a few depressed steps.

On the upper floor of the city at night, the torches burned "crackling". Occasionally, a group of sentries can be seen walking around, and it seems that the defense is extremely tight.

Looking at these, Xue Dayong became even more annoyed.

"Let the marksmen come up, and if those dogs dare to show their heads, give him a shot!"

You beat yours, I beat mine, and if you are idle, you will be idle anyway.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Soon, the gunshots of Hanyang-made resounded in the night sky, and the defenders on the city wall immediately disappeared, and even the torches were extinguished.

"Oops, oops!"

When everything was silent again, all that could be heard was the cries of the enemy's wounded soldiers.

"Bang bang."

Soon, however, several more gunshots rang out in the city, and the crying stopped abruptly.

"Hands are so poisonous!"

The commander of the reconnaissance company scolded in a low voice.

Shooting wounded soldiers is not something that ordinary people dare to do, even the civilian army. Everyone is lying on their stomachs in a pit, who dares to say that they are not injured? Although the "problem" was solved with a few shots, it was the morale of the army that was defeated.

"The militia did it."

Xue Dayong snorted coldly.

There is only a special system of militia groups. to be able to do such a heart-wrenching thing.

"Send a squad of warriors to shout and refresh the guys in the city!"

"Yes!"

The commander of the reconnaissance company replied excitedly.

The one who is close to the ink is black, and the head of the regiment is becoming more and more "bad".

Sure enough, gongs, drums, and trumpets sounded together, and sparks immediately appeared in the city. At night, they were the best targets for marksmen, and in just two or three minutes, the machine gun shooters in the city were replaced by at least four people.

When the defenders found out, the gunfire stopped.

The warriors below began to beat gongs and drums again, and raised brooms, sticks, branches, and so on, and shook them around, as if a group of people were advancing in the dark night. The defenders looked wrong and immediately pulled the trigger, but were quickly knocked down by bullets flying from nowhere.

A recruit in the city had just fired a shot, and while he was still loading, he was slapped in the ass.

"Change places with one shot, don't be stupid."

Some of the recruits are gifted and have surprisingly good marksmanship. However, there is too little experience, and all of them send veterans to pass on their experience.

"Yes!"

No one dared to be impatient, because the veterans were sharpshooters.

The round badge is topped by two crossed Hanyang-made medals, which are unique to marksmen. There are three levels in total, and the higher the level, the more complex the pattern and the better the material. It can be said that in addition to the Order of the Red Star, this is the most eye-catching reward. Taking advantage of the gap, the recruit glanced at the veteran's chest. I believe that in the near future, I will also have a chapter.

"Hurry up, you can't stop here!"

The veteran urged.

The marksmen stopped and walked, and with each shot fired, there was less fire on the walls, and soon there was no movement in the city. This time, no matter how the soldiers waved their flags and shouted, the enemy did not respond in any way.

"Learn to be cunning!"

Xue Dayong became depressed again.

While there is a catch, this is only scratching the surface. In addition to demoralizing the enemy, it is still impossible to complete the siege mission.

"Let the warriors rest first, keep an eye on the city wall tomorrow, and don't be polite as long as there is activity."

After taking Ji'an, the Red First Regiment was allocated 10,000 rounds of original ammunition, and 20,000 rounds of reloading ammunition were added, which was enough for the defenders of 10,000 eucalyptus to drink a pot.

"Bang la la blah."

After walking a few steps, I saw a rat sneakily running back into the hole. But at this moment, Xue Dayong was so excited that he almost jumped up.

"Let the engineer company commander come over."

Tunnels, explosives, this is not a thing for miners at all, how can I forget my old job after being a soldier for a long time.

"No problem."

The commander of the engineer company, of course, was also a miner, and when he heard that the city wall was going to be blown up, he immediately pulled out all the elite soldiers and strong generals under him.

The city wall was originally built when I was in Dajin, and it has been crumbling for so many years. After looking through a telescope, I picked out a suitable city wall.

"The terrain here in Dongcheng is good, but I am afraid of digging out water, so I have to use a hand-cranked pump to pump water, and bamboo is indispensable."

"This requires at least 5,000 catties of medicine packs, otherwise the city wall will not collapse."

"You're a mallet, that's a thousand pounds too much to break the wall, unless you want to send the whole city to the sky."

The men of the engineer company quarreled and shouted for a while, and finally decided on a plan.

When it was dawn, Xue Dayong found that the tunnel had been dug almost ten meters forward.

The tunnel is only half a person high, and although it is supported by wood, it has a crumbling feeling. And water seeped everywhere, and three wooden hand pumps were barely enough.

"How's it going?"

Xue Dayong asked loudly.

There should not be too many people in the tunnel, otherwise it will cause a lack of oxygen, and you can only stand outside and shout.

"Commander, the soil here is very soft, it is easy to dig up, and it collapses quickly, and we don't have enough supporting wood."

The man inside replied loudly.

"You wait, I'll have someone bring it."

Looking at the piles of wood below, fools know what the Red Army is going to do. But the defenders of Wan Yu couldn't stop it, because if they showed up, they would be blown off in the head. When the wood is no longer reduced, everyone knows that the last hour has come.

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