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Volume 1 On the Songhua River Chapter 2989 Vicious

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    "Why are you making such a fuss! Are you afraid that other people won't know?" Tang Qiuli shouted in a low voice, "It's just a scratch on the skin. What's the fuss? Just bandage it with a first-aid kit and it'll be fine! You bandage it for me and be quick with your movements.  Son, maybe these puppet troops will get here sometime!"

    "Teacher, your injury is really not serious?" Wu Zhigang asked stubbornly.

    "That's annoying! Hurry up!" Tang Qiuli was impatient.

    Wu Zhigang supported the division commander and walked deep into the cellar. The dozen or so people pointed by the division commander consciously stepped aside. Ge Zhenzhuang, director of the staff department, hurried over and asked anxiously: "Captain Wu, what's wrong with the division commander?"

    Wu Zhigang whispered: "Director Ge, the teacher is injured!"

    "Ah!" Ge Zhenzhuang's face turned sallow at that time, and his hands and feet began to tremble. It was not because of fear, but because he was extremely worried about the teacher's injury.

    Tang Qiuli ignored the mutterings of his two subordinates and took off his military uniform. Wu Zhigang turned on the flashlight. The blood flowing from the wound on his left rib dyed a large area of ??his white shirt red. At least on the surface, under the light of the flashlight, it was shocking.  , Wu Zhigang's hands trembled, the teacher's injury was much more serious than he said!

    "No, Commander, I must inform the team leader immediately that you are injured!" With that, Wu Zhigang was about to call the operator.

    "Wu Zhigang!" Tang Qiuli shouted sharply, trying his best to lower his voice, "Stop, the battle is fierce. Don't let my slight injury affect your captain's command. You are shaking the morale of the army.  , is he also a person who has experienced big scenes, and is frightened and fainted by a little blood? "

    Ge Zhenzhuang regained his composure and listened to the teacher's voice.  When you are full of energy, you feel relieved.  He also said: "Captain Wu, let's bandage the division commander's injury first, and then decide on other matters!"

    The alcohol cotton wool strongly stimulated the wound. Tang Qiuli grinned in pain and gritted his teeth without saying a word. After the wound was cleaned, Ge Zhenzhuang and Wu Zhigang finally felt relieved that the wound was indeed not big.  Although he was still bleeding, it was by no means fatal. With trembling hands, the two men finally finished bandaging his wound.

    Ge Zhenzhuang wiped the sweat from his face and said worriedly: "Sir, although the wound has been temporarily bandaged, the shrapnel must be taken out immediately, otherwise, it will endanger your life after infection. I think it is better to inform Huang Da  Captain, let him send a military doctor over!"

    "Haha, shrapnel?" Tang Qiuli chuckled.  Enduring the bouts of dizziness after losing blood, he said nonchalantly: "I've already pulled it out!"

    "Ah!" Wu Zhigang and Ge Zhenzhuang's mouths suddenly opened wide enough to stuff an egg into them.

    "Squad leader. There is a group of puppet troops, about seventy or eighty people. They are searching in our direction!" A soldier who was monitoring the movements of the puppet troops outside jumped down from the cellar to report.

    "Get ready to fight!" Wu Zhigang said succinctly.  "Separate half of the people to protect the safety of the division commander and the division commander. The others follow me out. Even if we kill them all, we can't let the puppet troops enter the courtyard!"

    A guard team led by Wu Zhigang, which only numbered more than 70 people, was divided into half, leaving only more than 30 people to fight against 70 to 80 puppet troops. Under other circumstances, there would be no problem, but now it is  No, we can only fight to the death and not retreat. We cannot let the puppet troops rush into this courtyard. The division commander and dozens of division commanders are still in the cellar!

    Tang Qiuli did not agree with this style of fighting. He said: "Wu Zhigang, you can't fight like this. All the guard teams will go out and quickly annihilate this puppet army. Then, the division will immediately move and find a safe place again!" He picked up the  He fired a submachine gun and rushed out of the cellar before Wu Zhigang could react.

    "Hi!" Wu Zhigang didn't hold him back, stamped his feet anxiously, and rushed out. Later, Ge Zhenzhuang also picked up the submachine gun and left the cellar.

    Outside the cellar, the intensive gunshots and explosions became more real. Fighting was taking place in every corner of Dingyi Town. Wu Zhigang quickly ran to Tang Qiuli. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted.  .

    Tang Qiuli's eyes flashed as he observed the scene. Not far away, the flames of the explosion flashed and extinguished, and a group of shadowy figures appeared. He said calmly: "Wu Zhigang, follow my command now. All the soldiers are divided into two groups. Here,  Ambush on both sides of the house, wait for the puppet troops to approach, blow them up with grenades, and then shoot intensively, trying to annihilate them all in the shortest possible time!"

    A few minutes later, about seventy or eighty puppet soldiers approached the courtyard without a fighting formation. From this point of view alone, it was clear that the First Corps of the Royal Association Army Sumatra Island was not well-trained.  There are plain troops, and many puppet soldiers, with their waists bent, are shooting non-stop but aimlessly. Don't you know that in the dark rainy night, their positions are exposed.

      The puppet army was approaching. There was a wall between them, less than twenty meters away. In Tang Qiuli's hand, he held two grenades with the safety pins pulled out. With a wave of his arm, the grenades fell to the puppet army with a parabola.  In the army pile, "Boom!" Two loud noises were heard, bursting into flames. Immediately, more grenades flew in, turning the space between the two earth walls, which was only more than thirty meters wide, into a dense horizontal field of shrapnel.  Flying, screaming to harvest the death zone of life.

    After dozens of grenades exploded, the submachine gun in Tang Qiuli's hand roared happily, the muzzle jumped, and strings of fire spit out. He felt the recoil of the submachine gun pressing against his shoulders, a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling.  , his blood boiled instantly, as if he had returned to the beginning, in the white mountains and black waters of the Northeast, the years when the soldiers with the Blood Hands fought desperately against the Japanese Kwantung Army, and even the severe pain of the wounds was forgotten.

    In just over ten minutes, the battle was over. Except for seven or eight puppet soldiers with fast legs, flexible heads, and extremely lucky values, who escaped at an unprecedented speed, the rest of the puppet soldiers fell in a pool of blood.  among.

    Tang Qiuli stopped the soldiers from chasing, and quickly disappeared into the dark rainy night with his division commanders and soldiers. However, in the darkness, what no one noticed was that his steps staggered.  Then it returned to normal.

    This extremely short battle was just one of countless battle scenes between hundreds of soldiers from the guard brigade and thousands of puppet troops in Dingyi Town. The sound of gunshots and explosions continued in Dingyi Town.  The melee fell into a state of anxiety. It seemed that Shan Hu's guard brigade was unable to fight off the puppet troops who had invaded the town.

    Colonel Fukuoka, who set up his headquarters on a hill only about two kilometers away from Dingyi, was not satisfied with the current progress of the battle. He dispatched more than 6,000 men. After more than 40 minutes of ferocious shelling, there was no one.  After getting rid of just a few hundred soldiers of the China Division in Dingyi Town, he was once again very disappointed with the combat effectiveness of the indigenous armed forces.

    According to Colonel Fukuoka's judgment, the current strength of the Chinese soldiers in Dingyi Town is only more than 600. There are more than 300 people outside the town and are being pursued by more than 1,700 soldiers from eight squadrons. The First Corps attacks  Ding Yi's military strength is ten to one. Now that the more than 5,000 people in his hands have not been used, he will consider again whether to put these more than 5,000 people into the attack?

    However, Colonel Fukuoka immediately gave up this idea and called off the siege of Dingyi. What if the trapped Chinese soldiers broke out? The First Corps rushed out. Even a Chinese soldier who escaped just after Dingyi would think that,  This battle to attack Dingyi is not perfect!

    "What a bunch of useless natives. If the Imperial Army soldiers attack, it only takes a group of less than 2,000 people to kill all the soldiers that don't number hundreds. It doesn't take such a long time!" Colonel Fukuoka  I thought with contempt in my heart.

    "Deputy Captain, immediately order the offensive troops to withdraw from Dingyi and order the artillery to prepare for another bombardment!" Colonel Fukuoka ordered to the deputy captain Budinoyo who looked very ugly next to him.

    Budinoyo's heart was bleeding. The battle to attack Dingyi only lasted more than two hours, and his troops suffered more than 2,000 casualties. That was his capital to dominate Sumatra Island. If it was for  A mere Ding Yi had spent all his money. He couldn't do that anyway. Fukuoka's order was exactly what he wanted.

    "What the hell are you doing standing around, are you deaf? Fuck your mother! You didn't hear the commander's order, let the troops withdraw!" Boudinoyo vented all his anger on the combat staff, fiercely  shouted, of course, this combat staff officer is by no means Japanese, but his confidant.

    The combat staff officer, who was scolded by the deputy captain for no reason, felt aggrieved and called the attacking captains to give orders. However, he immediately reported with a frustrated look: "Captain, deputy captain, how many of you?"  All the captains reported that the troops are currently in a melee with the Chinese soldiers. The two sides are mixed together and the troops cannot withdraw at all!"

    "Baga!" Colonel Fukuoka yelled angrily. With their absolutely superior force, they couldn't defeat Dingyi, and they couldn't even retreat out of the battle. What else could these indigenous armed forces do?  He is as stupid as a pig!

    "Major Nisawa, you rush to the artillery position in person. As per my order, the artillery unit will prepare for ten minutes, and then start all-round bombardment!" Colonel Fukuoka ordered coldly and calmly.

    Although it was certain that the division's reinforcements would not arrive within five hours, Colonel Fukuoka was already impatient. The cat and mouse game did not seem to be playing out as he expected. The resistance of the Chinese soldiers was unexpected.  There is no need to delay the stubbornness outside. I still understand the principle of "long nights and many dreams"!

    "What?" Boudinoyo could hardly believe his ears,What is the Japanese doing in Fukuoka?

    In Dingyi Town, there are still thousands of his subordinates who are fighting fiercely with the Chinese soldiers. This bastard Japanese actually wants to order the artillery to cover Dingyi. Doesn't that mean that thousands of his soldiers, together with the Chinese soldiers?  Explode to death?

    (To be continued) (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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