Fenghuang Mountain City, also known as Fengcheng, also known as Wugu City, was originally built by Goguryeo.
The city uses the cliffs of the two mountains on the left and right as walls, and uses wedge-shaped stones to build city walls in the low valleys of the mountains.
A tall city wall was built with earth and stone at each entrance in the south and west. The city had an outer city and an inner city, which were built section by section along the ridge. It was oval in shape and had a circumference of nearly 16 kilometers.
The city wall is 5-8 meters high and is made of wedge-shaped stones. The city has three gates in the south, north and east. There are general towers, beacon towers, mountain posts, flagpoles, wells and quarries in the city.
Field and other facilities.
Compared with Zhenjiang Fort, Fengcheng has a dangerous terrain and is easy to defend but difficult to attack. After the disastrous defeat of Zhenjiang Fort, Jianlu once again increased his troops by two thousand and used three thousand men to defend Fengcheng to prevent the Dongjiang Army from invading Liaodong.
The shrinking of the defense line not only allowed the Zhenjiang Fort and Kuandian areas to be occupied by the special operations battalion and stabilized its foothold, but also made Xiuyan a protruding part, facing threats from the coast to the south and the Zhenjiang area to the east.
In this regard, Jianlu felt helpless. The successive defeats and losses made their troops increasingly insufficient. They could only rely on the mobility advantage of the cavalry and adopt an internal battle strategy of mutual support.
The sky is getting brighter, but the mountains, rivers, and fields are still in a hazy state of sleep.
On a peak of Phoenix Mountain, more than thirty mortars have been set up, with their muzzles pointing diagonally, aiming at the mountain city at the maximum range.
With a beard and small but sharp eyes, Wang Qian put down his binoculars and turned to look at the artillery officer who came forward to report.
"Sir, everything is ready." The officer is quite young, but he is the first batch of trained artillerymen.
Wang Qian nodded and said: "Use the fastest speed to shoot out all the cannonballs brought up."
"Yes." The officer agreed simply and turned around.
Taking advantage of the cover of night, the special operations battalion sneaked close to Fengcheng and loaded up artillery and ammunition on the hilltops that had been secretly surveyed in advance, preparing to surprise the enemies of Fengcheng.
Boom, boom, boom...
Groups of fire broke out, looking particularly dazzling at dawn. The cannonballs carrying sparks flew over the canyon and woods, and slammed into the mountain city.
The artillerymen quickly cleaned the barrel, loaded the charges, filled the shells, punctured the charges, and inserted the fuse.
The artillery officer raised his telescope and stared at Fenghuang Mountain City, which was about three miles away in a straight line.
After a short time, the fire flashed in the mountain city, one after another, illuminating the buildings and figures in the mountain city.
There was no test firing, and the first round was live ammunition. The artillery officer was sure that the artillery was adjusted just right, and there was no need to make any further adjustments. He put down his telescope and shouted an order: "Fierce bombardment!"
The artillerymen were refreshed and stretched out the fuse in their hands. As sparks flew into the gun barrel, the roar erupted again.
Explosions occurred one after another in the mountain city, people screamed and horses neighed, and Jianlu, who was awakened from his sleep, ran and screamed. Under this sudden blow, he fell into chaos.
In addition to explosive bombs, there are also deflagration bombs. The kerosene in the shells turns into fireballs in the air, and flames burn wherever they splash.
The king held up the telescope. Although he could not see very clearly due to the city wall, every explosion, the first burst of fire, and every rise of smoke and flame made him excited and uplifted.
Hehe, hehe, he couldn't help laughing.
It doesn’t actually matter how many Jianlu were killed or wounded, or how much damage was caused to Jianlu’s materials. According to Guo Dajing’s arrangements and combat principles, the enemy cannot be allowed to stop.
In fact, the situation of the special operations camp was much better than Guo Dajing expected.
This was of course the impact of the Zhenjiang victory. The Jianlu troops shrank their defense lines and Zhenjiang and Kuandian were all abandoned, giving the special operations battalion enough and relaxed time.
Now, the special operations battalion is not hiding in the mountains and forests of Kuandian, although a relatively solid base and several secret camps have been established there.
Zhenjiang Fort is also garrisoned by 300 officers and soldiers from the special operations battalion, while Mashi Island is permanently docked with ships and is garrisoned by 200 soldiers and a part of the navy.
The originally expected and arduous persistence behind enemy lines did not occur in reality, and the special operations battalion was about to become a permanent force in the Zhenjiang and Kuandian areas.
Despite this, Guo Dajing's order remained unchanged and was reiterated many times.
Instead of engaging in frontal combat with Jianlu, the main focus was infiltration, harassment, and containment. Zhenjiang Fort could be abandoned at any time. And leading the fleeing Liao people was also an important task of the special operations battalion.
More than two months have passed, and the special operations battalion has established a solid foundation and has reconnoitred the surrounding situation. The bombardment of Fengcheng is their largest combat operation.
It was not easy to go up the mountain. Each cannon only carried six shells, and they were all fired in three to five minutes.
Wang Qian also put away his excitement, led the soldiers to raise the cannon, and quickly went down the mountain.
Even with the base attached, the mortar only weighs 123 kilograms. After being divided into two parts, two people can lift the cannon and one person can carry the base. Three people can move the cannon. In addition, the mortar can carry ammunition.
Only five people at most.
This is still mountain climbing. If it is on flat ground, even if it is slightly flat, there is a wheelbarrow and one person can push it.
After going down the mountain, with the support of hundreds of troops at the foot of the mountain, pushing carts and pulling artillery, the artillery took the lead in retreating, while the other infantry followed behind.
There were roars and explosions in the distance. It was the ambush troops intercepting and killing Jianlu who were chasing out of the mountain city.
Looking at the mountain is like running to death. The straight-line distance to the peak is less than three miles, but it takes more than ten miles to run from the road.
On the not-wide road, a series of mines roared, and explosions stretching for tens of meters spread out. Gravels and shrapnel flew across the road, knocking down the Jianlu people and their horses to the ground amidst the shouts and neighs of people and horses.
Jia La E Zhen Tage was thrown off his horse, and sharp gravel hit his eyes. In severe pain, he covered his bleeding wound and screamed in pain on the ground.
The mines were manually controlled and fired with long ropes. A series of explosions occurred in the middle of the construction team, and the forwards who were spared were also hit hard at this time.
Bright spots appeared frequently in the woods and weeds, and along with the sound of gunshots, rows of lead bullets were fired like raindrops.
The morning glow appears in the eastern sky, and the sun will soon show its face, overlooking the vast land and plains again.
However, in the eyes of Jianlu, who was violently ambushed, it was difficult to capture the enemy's figure. Only the fleeting light of fire during shooting could determine the approximate location of the enemy.
Under the cover of darkness, the ambush troops not only wore copycat camouflage uniforms, but also dug simple fortifications, which blocked most of the Jianlu's counterattack.
Poof! The head of a brave prisoner suddenly seemed to have been hit by a hammer, turning into a rotten watermelon and he fell straight down.
Boom! Another Jianlu's back spattered with a large mass of flesh and blood, and the corpse was lifted into the air by the huge impact and fell heavily to the ground.
Scattered arrows were fired at them, and the Jianlu, who had suffered heavy losses, reluctantly fought back. The remaining officers shouted loudly and organized the remaining troops to prepare for a charge and engage in close combat with the enemy.
Jianlu also knew in his heart that he was surrounded on a road that was not wide. The enemy was hidden and we were clear. If he continued to be exhausted, he would definitely die.
But as soon as they left the road and before they rushed into the woods and bushes, there were constant explosions under their feet. The mines laid in advance and the lead bullets fired in front of them dashed the Jianlu's hope of close combat.
The sun showed its entire face, spreading warmth and light generously to the earth, including this bloody battlefield.
The Jianlu who pursued them from Fengcheng suffered heavy losses. When they received reinforcements and continued their pursuit, the ambushed enemies had already retreated and disappeared into the mountains and forests.
Boom, boom!
The mines were still exploding, making the angry Jianlu a little more fearful, hesitant and hesitant.
The road was blocked by trees and rocks. Jianlu, who tried to clear the obstacles, was killed and injured by two or three landmines.
This is not all, Jianlu suffered losses, although not big, but several small-scale sneak attacks by the special operations battalion still left an impression on Jianlu.
It was hard to guard against, it was a headache, and he couldn't find or touch it. Jianlu had no choice but to stop his pursuit, not wanting to pay any more unnecessary costs.
However, after this artillery attack, Jianlu was no longer allowed to detach some troops from the mountain city and station a small number of troops on the surrounding peaks to avoid suffering further losses.
I really don't know how far the Dongjiang Army's artillery has a range. Jianlu has suffered heavy losses several times in Nanguan, Zhenjiang, and Fengcheng.
To say that the Dongjiang Army has the most powerful troops, the most sophisticated tactics, and the best equipment, it is the special operations battalion.
The key officers here are almost all the earliest soldiers from Guanglu Island. They followed Guo Dajing and fought many times in Anshanyi, Xiuyan and other places, and won many battles.
Not only was he rich in actual combat experience, Guo Dajing also carefully taught the officers and taught them the best guerrilla tactics.
The soldiers of the special operations battalion are also elites selected from various units. There are also many officers and soldiers like Han Zhong who are full of deep hatred for the Japanese prisoners of war and fight bravely to take the lead during battles without fear of life or death.
Therefore, it is not surprising that the Jianlu in Fengcheng suffered repeated defeats. Under the new weapons and new tactics, they could not adapt, so they had to be beaten first and learn lessons with their blood and lives.
This is not enough. To deal with guerrilla warfare, especially in the mountainous terrain of Liaodong, with weapons and equipment constantly being updated and improved, what other solutions can Jianlu come up with?
Zhenjiang Fort.
As an officer stationed here, Han Zhong was standing on the city wall with a complicated expression, looking at the simple mat shed outside the city.
There were groups of fleeing people there, including men and women, old and young, all with yellow faces and skinny bodies. I don’t know how they managed to escape with a narrow escape.
Several large pots are steaming, with vegetable porridge and some minced fish cooked in them. A bowl of porridge can save a life. For escapees, gold, silver and jewelry are not worth the heat.
Eat thick porridge.
"Line up, don't grab, just make sure you have enough to eat." The soldier's slightly impatient and rude voice sounded, which made Han Zhong frown slightly.
In fact, it is not the soldiers' fault. The refugees were weak, so the soldiers were responsible for collecting firewood, carrying food, and cooking porridge.
Moreover, those who fled were so hungry that their eyes glowed green, and the soldiers had to work hard to maintain order.
"Sir!" The summoned soldier bowed and saluted, waiting for the order.
"Deploy a group of soldiers and follow me out of the city." After Han Zhong finished speaking, he got off the city wall and walked towards the city gate.
A thin and half-grown boy was pushed aside by the fleeing people, and the broken bowl he was holding was broken. He was panting hard, and he really didn't have the strength to stand up again.
A big hand grabbed his arm and helped the young man up, and a rough voice rang in his ears.
"Sit down where you are. Anyone who dares to crowd and rob will be shot to death!"
A group of soldiers came over, swords and guns waving in their hands, and they threatened the fleeing people without mercy.
"Sit down, sit down, do you hear..."
Zhao Xiaozhu felt like he was as light as nothing in that big hand, and his feet didn't even touch the ground. He was already sitting on the bench under the mat tent.
"Those who have the strength to squeeze to the front will let the old, weak, women and children in the back sit in and let them eat first." Han Zhong shouted loudly and took action himself, selecting the thinner and weaker ones to escape.
The soldiers obeyed the order and quickly stabilized the order. According to Han Zhong's instructions, they helped or helped the old, weak, women and children into the mat tent.
Bowls of hot vegetable porridge were served to the victims, and those who fled after being forced to sit on the ground also received the porridge.
As long as the fire under the cauldron goes out, the porridge will be enough to eat. The more you fight for it, the slower it will be. People may not understand this truth, but they are so hungry that they can't imagine there is so much.
"I, my sister -" Zhao Xiaozhu held the porridge bowl and stood up unsteadily, looking anxiously at the little body lying on the ground not far away.
Han Zhong strode forward, picked up the light little girl, and quickly returned, calling to the soldiers loudly, "Hurry up and bring a bowl of rice soup."
A soldier quickly brought rice soup and fed it into the little girl's parched mouth with a small spoon.
"Eat yours." Han Zhong looked at Zhao Xiaozhu, as if he saw his own son, and said gently: "I can take care of your sister only when I have the strength."
Zhao Xiaozhu blinked his eyes and responded, taking a big mouthful of vegetable porridge. After taking a bite, he looked up at the girl, worry and concern evident in his words.
After a few spoonfuls of hot soup, the little girl became conscious, her eyelids moved slightly, her mouth opened slightly, and she drank more smoothly and powerfully.
Han Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, placed the little girl flat on the wooden table, reached out to take the soup bowl from the soldier's hand, and fed the little girl himself.
If I had this pot of porridge, or even a bowl, my lovely little daughter would not have died.
Han Zhong watched the little girl slowly open her eyes. Her eyes were a little sore, but she showed a kind and friendly smile, "Drink slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Zhao Xiaozhu watched the girl slowly wake up and felt relieved. He ate the porridge in big mouthfuls regardless of the hot porridge scalding his mouth. Then he stood up and went to the girl's side, looking at her with concern.
"Go get another bowl." Han Zhong looked at Zhao Xiaozhu lovingly and said warmly: "When you get here, you will have enough to eat. You have been hungry for a long time, so you must drink something thin first to recuperate your stomach."
Zhao Xiaozhu was indeed not full, or he no longer felt full. Although he wanted to be obedient, his eyes were still focused on the girl and he refused to move.
After a bowl of thick rice soup went into her stomach, the little girl regained a lot of her vitality and called out "brother" weakly.
Zhao Xiaozhu was so happy that he responded repeatedly and even shed tears.
Mixed emotions arose in Han Zhong's heart. He personally saved a life, which made him more happy and moved than killing ten captives.