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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 529 The setting sun is like blood

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    Chapter 529: The setting sun is like blood

    The sudden fierce sound of gunfire on the left and right wings of the 130th Division once again repelled the Japanese attack. Cao Guangtu, who was determined in his heart, was suddenly stunned. This time the Japanese were a little strange. They bombarded their position without stopping.  It turned out that the idea was to avoid the hard-to-gnaw bones on the front and attack the left and right wings.

    Cao Guangtu was secretly anxious. What kind of defensive positions were the Sixty-first Division on the left and the Sixty-seventh Division on the right? What kind of birds were those two division commanders? He knew very well that he was not afraid of the Japanese attacking his positions, but those two  Can the position withstand the Japanese artillery shells?  Although they usually don't work together because of their differences, and he can't understand what they do, now that they are in the same trench, Cao Guangtu can put aside any unpleasantness and sincerely help them, as long as he can hold his position.

    He was really worried, so he sent two liaison officers to two positions respectively. Before the liaison officers left, he specially told them to meet their division commanders, convey the commander-in-chief's tactics to them, and tell them that if necessary,  , the 130th Division can send reinforcements.

    The liaison officer turned around and threw himself into the hail of bullets. Cao Guangtu waited anxiously for the news. His attention was all attracted by the sound of gunfire on the left and right wings. The sound of gunfire became more intense. Cao Guangtu anxiously walked back and forth in the headquarters.  Pacing, I have called several times, but no one answered.

    Cao Guangtu's impatient order came: "Keep calling." Thank God, someone finally answered. He rushed to the phone and grabbed the phone. Before he could ask questions, intermittent sounds came from the other side because the sound of gunfire was too intense.  , the words were a little unclear, but he could feel the anxiety and anger. He still recognized it at once. He was the liaison officer he sent to the 61st Left Wing Division, an adjutant who had followed him for many years.

    "Reporting to the division seat, the position of the 61st Division on the left wing is already empty. I humbly asked a wounded soldier who was abandoned. The 61st Division had long received the order from Commander Tang Corps and ran away. Division seat, he**  The 61st Division betrayed us" Before he could finish his words, the adjutant's voice stopped suddenly, but Cao Guangtu heard it clearly in the receiver.  , a burst of shouting in Japanese.

    Before he could come to his senses, another phone rang rapidly. It was the liaison officer sent to the 67th Division on the right wing reporting that the 67th Division position was empty, and there were discarded guns and ammunition everywhere. Then,  He shouted loudly, "Hurry and tell the teacher, the Japanese have already rushed up. There was a burst of fierce gunfire, and there was no more sound in the microphone."

    Cao Guangtu felt dizzy, as if he had been struck by lightning. He staggered a few steps and almost fell. The adjutant quickly supported him. He sat weakly on the chair. Everything became clear. The 61st Division and the 67th Division were Tang Enbo's confidants.  and trusted troops, they had already planned to escape. I am afraid that they had already escaped when the Japanese army attacked for the first time.

    He and more than 10,000 soldiers of the 130th Division were despicably betrayed. All of this was the order of the regiment commander Tang Enbo. He had already had such a plan, but ordered himself to stay in Xinxiang, fearing that his best friend Liu Zhaoyu's five  The Thirteenth Division also suffered the same fate. Otherwise, with the combat power of the Fifty-third Division, it would be impossible for the entire army to be wiped out in just two hours.

    "Tang Enbo" Cao Guangtu squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, like a wounded lone wolf, his eyes instantly turned blood red, these three words seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and there was a helpless sadness in his heart, you Tang Enbo  Whether it is preserving our strength or eliminating dissidents, we should not order our cronies to abandon their positions when the Japanese army attacks and put the 130th Division into a desperate situation. Even if you put the 130th Division on the Xinxiang defense line, I, Cao Guangtu, will not have any complaints.  You promise to drag tens of thousands of little devils into your back before you die, but now, Tang Enbo, what you do will definitely be punished by God.

    There was a deathly silence in the headquarters. All the officers knew what it meant for them that the 61st and 67th Divisions gave up their left and right wing positions. Cao Guangtu suddenly jumped up and loudly ordered the radio operator: "Quick, give it to the commander-in-chief."  The command sent a telegram, I want to truthfully state everything that happened on the battlefield in Henan."

    His voice was hoarse and trembling because of his anger, "Commander-in-Chief Xunjian, after our department repelled two Japanese attacks in succession, we could have defended the Xinxiang defense line for more than five days. Unexpectedly, our left wing 61st Division  The 67th Division on the right wing, under the orders of Army Commander Tang Enbo, suddenly fled the position. The Japanese army easily occupied the position without firing a single shot. As a result, our left and right wings were fiercely attacked by the Japanese army and fell into a tight siege. "

    A large-caliber artillery shell exploded at close range at the command post. The air waves set off knocked over the things on the table, and the soil on the ceiling also "swished" down. Cao Guangtu remained unmoved and continued to dictate.  Message.

    "Based on this judgment, Liu Zhaoyu's 53rd Division on the Hebi Defense Line probably suffered the same fate as the Ministry of Defense, and the four left wingWang Guangpu's troops of the Ninth Division also fled the position at the same time as the Japanese army launched the attack, on the order of the regiment commander Tang Enbo. As a result, more than 12,000 officers and soldiers of the 53rd Division, starting from the division commander Liu Zhaoyu down, were all killed, and no one survived.  "

    Cao Guangtu took a quick breath, his face flushed with excitement, and continued to dictate, "Now the Japanese army has approached near my headquarters, and the entire division is in chaos. The staff knows that there is absolutely no chance of survival, and the only way is to  He will stain our country with blood, and he will fight to the last man in the 130th Division."

    A scream passed through the air, several artillery shells flew in, and the gunpowder smoke filled the air. When the cold wind of the Central Plains blew away the gunpowder smoke, the 130th Division headquarters was gone, with only a few deep craters and the curling up of gunpowder smoke.  In the lingering smoke, a corner of a military uniform was swept up into the air by the air waves, and then floated down. A gold star on the collar badge shone like gold in the sun.

    The telegram came to an abrupt end. Tang Qiuli, who was translating one sentence after another next to the radio station, knew what it meant. He also knew what the two words Cao Guangtu had not finished speaking were. He took off his military cap and pointed his finger at the  All the people stood up in awe, feeling a moment of solemn sadness.

    Tears flashed in Tang Qiuli's eyes. Another iron-clad soldier, a passionate Chinese man, fell on the land of the Central Plains. They did not die on the battlefield against the enemy. For soldiers, it was a worthy death.  Instead, he died in the despicable escape of Tang Enbo and his like. The defeat of Anyang and the defeat of Hebi are all clear. They were all done by Tang Enbo. It is a pity that we have tens of thousands of good men in China who are passionate and brave. Why?  Tang Qiu was overcome by the severe pain in his heart.

    He turned his head, his face was livid, and in a hoarse voice he ordered to Yu Deshui, Director of the Intelligence Department: "Director Yu, I don't care what method you use, no matter what price you pay, find Tang Enbo for me, even if he gets into it."  Even in the mouse hole, dig him out for me, I want to see him."

    Everyone shuddered almost at the same time. The murderous aura on the division commander's body made the temperature in the headquarters seem to drop several degrees in an instant. They all saw the cold light flashing in the division commander's eyes, which was as real as a thorn.  It penetrates everyone's nerves, and it is a kind of hatred that goes deep into the bone marrow, even more than the hatred for the Japanese devils.

    Yu Deshui didn't say a word, he just paid a military salute to his division commander and turned around to go out. He knew that any words at this time were pale and powerless. Only by completing the tasks assigned by his division commander could he be worthy of him.

    In the Intelligence Department, Yu Deshui issued orders one after another with a serious face. He activated all the intelligence systems, including the system of the special operations detachment. There was only one order, to search for the whereabouts of the Eighth Army Commander Tang Enbo. This matter was listed as the highest task.  , once discovered, immediately send it back to the Intelligence Department as quickly as possible.

    Cao Guangtu and all the officers of the division were killed, and the command system of the 130th Division was immediately paralyzed. The officers and soldiers of the 130th Division, who never received any orders again, fought on their own with passion, fighting on every inch of land, every day.  A trench, and the Japanese troops swarming up from all sides like a tide, launched a bloody battle with huge disparity in strength and troop strength. Blood and flesh were everywhere, and the battle was more brutal than that of the 53rd Division.

    The Japanese army, which was nearly ten times more powerful than the 130th Division, instinctively felt a sense of fear in the face of the almost crazy Chinese soldiers. Not one of the Chinese soldiers surrounded by death chose to surrender, even if they were seriously injured and fell into coma.  Once the captured prisoners woke up, they struggled to crawl towards the nearest weapon, even if it was a broken bayonet or even half a brick. Then, they picked up the weapons in their hands and stabbed or smashed them at the Japanese soldiers.

    The Chinese soldiers who were still fighting seemed to be machines without consciousness and life. Several Japanese soldiers saw with their own eyes that a short Chinese soldier with a very delicate face was stabbed into the abdomen by three bayonets at the same time, and red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.  There was blood, but a strange smile appeared on his face. He firmly grasped a 38-gun with his left hand, took out a grenade with his right hand and pulled the fuse violently.

    The Japanese soldiers were so frightened that they ran away, and some hurriedly fell down. Only the Japanese soldier who was caught with the gun was so shocked by this scene that he had to throw away the gun. The lying Japanese soldiers were horrified to see the intestines of the Chinese soldier.  He had fallen out, but he flew into the crowd of Japanese soldiers. With a loud noise, his body disappeared, and four or five Japanese soldiers fell around him.

    The fierce and cruel bloody battle lasted for more than six hours. After the last burst of gunfire subsided, the Japanese troops who surrounded them from all directions met in the center of the Xinxiang peripheral position. The setting sun was like blood, and the gunpowder smoke lingered for a long time. The Chinese who died in the battle  The soldier remained in the same posture as when he was alive.

    On the position, the corpses of Japanese soldiers were scattered everywhere. Although the division commander Cao Guangtu and all the officers in the headquarters were killed in the battle, no one of the 130th Division retreated and no one was captured. There were more than 12,000 officers and soldiers in the division.  Killed in action, this was the second Chinese attack to cause heavy casualties to the Japanese army at the cost of all deaths since the first battle in Anyang.**Team.

    The cold wind in the twilight of the Central Plains could not blow away the smoke of the battlefield or the strong smell of blood. The corpses of the Chinese soldiers solidified into statues in the afterglow of the setting sun. Behind them was the fallen Xinxiang.

    (To be continued)
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