9:20 pm, Tianjin, North China Garrison Headquarters.
"Report to the general, Wuqing has been captured, Lieutenant Colonel Gang Tian of the Second Brigade has led all his troops to pieces..."
There was a sudden silence in the headquarters. Xiangyue Qingji's face turned pale, and the pen in his hand fell to the table with a "pop", and then he slumped down on the chair and couldn't breathe for a long time.
Chief of Staff Hashimoto Gun and a group of generals in the headquarters were full of grief and anger. Everyone knew very well that Lieutenant Colonel Okada, who graduated from Army University and worked for the Army Ministry, was the only son of Commander Kozuki Seiji's sister.
One of the two assistant officers he brought with him when he came to China from Japan this time.
In just half a month since he set foot on Chinese soil, his own nephew has died. How can this make Seiji Kozuki, who was full of confidence before the war, feel so embarrassed?
...
9:30 pm, Baoding, Fifth Army Headquarters.
"Report to the Commander: General Yang Jiuxiao led the 40th Division and has completely occupied Wuqing County. Preliminary statistics indicate that more than 630 enemies were wiped out, more than 140 enemies were captured in this battle, and three anti-tank guns of the 37th War were captured.
, four 94-type 90mm mortars, eight bomb-type grenades, six crooked machine guns,
There are more than 400 Type 38 rifles and 27 horses. Among them, 11 officers, including the Japanese captain Yao Okada, have been confirmed to have been killed. At present, each brigade has begun to repair and construct the fortifications surrounding the city. The division's special agents
The regiment is pursuing and eliminating the remnants of the enemy that have fled within a radius of ten kilometers."
"Okay, good job!"
Hu Jialin couldn't help but slapped the table hard, and ordered the combat staff to immediately call to commend all the soldiers of Yang Jiuxiao Division, and ordered the division to rest on the spot after completing the repair work of the fortifications, and wait for the next order from the headquarters.
After Hu Jialin finished his instructions, he strode behind An Yi, who was looking up at the map carefully. He looked at the combat staff who was standing on a square stool and marked the results of the battle on a large map of Ping and Tianjin, and said with a smile:
"Commander, Wuqing has been successfully captured. Now it's time to see how the 17th and 68th Divisions perform. I believe they will live up to the commander's expectations of them."
An Yi looked at the map carefully for a while, and then suddenly spoke: "I suggest that Yang Jiuxiao's Forty Division should not be busy repairing fortifications, and just leave this work to the division's engineering corps and the brigade engineering battalions. The entire division's combat troops
Use the short rest time to quickly replenish ammunition, and strive to quickly move south along the railway line to attack Tianjin within an hour."
Hu Jialin was slightly startled, then turned to look at the map, and soon showed a knowing smile: "I understand! I'll give the order right away."
An Yi nodded and called to Fang Pengxiang, the chief of the operations department in a low voice: "Pengxiang, go and talk to Chief of Staff Huang Zhi immediately and ask him to instruct Commander Lu Yixuan from the frontline headquarters to direct the operation and immediately dispatch the reserve officer.
The team urgently mobilized five new corps and a new engineering corps to the front line. They seized the time and demolished all the railway tracks north of Wuqing County. How many can be demolished? If they can be demolished, I will give them great credit.
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"yes!"
Fang Pengxiang grinned knowingly, turned around and left quickly.
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At 10:30 in the evening, 11 kilometers north of Langfang, Mafangzhuang.
Although it is already late at night in other parts of the country and most people have fallen asleep, there is no sense of tranquility here at all. The red flares that continue to rise into the sky illuminate the dark earth clearly, covering a three-kilometer radius.
Inside, there was a rain of bullets, bursts of gunfire, and dazzling explosions of shells that flickered in flight and made sharp whistling sounds when they landed.
The rolling smoke and dust in the sky carried shrapnel as dense as rain in the airflow gathered by the heat wave. When they splashed at high speed, they made a shrill roar, broke out of the air, and filled the surrounding areas.
The dense firepower formed a two-kilometer network of death lines, which was extremely bloody and terrifying. More than 6,000 enemies of the 109th Division of the Japanese Army, who were divided into three groups and rushed forward, dropped more than 400 corpses and then retreated wildly.
The Japanese army, from commanders to ordinary soldiers, were all destroyed by the defender's unusually powerful firepower.
The powerful firepower network constructed by the two brigades of the Sixty-eighth Division of the Chinese Communist Party, with 11,000 soldiers, far exceeded the understanding of the Japanese army. In just twenty minutes of charge, the high-speed firepower network was completely overwhelmed.
Moving south, the Japanese troops who rushed to the rescue of the Langfang defenders suffered heavy losses and were panicked.
Launching a desperate charge against a powerful enemy position in a plain area, without the support of aircraft and artillery, can only result in losing one's life in vain.
However, the garrison headquarters had issued a death order and had to rush to Langfang for support at midnight. The 109th Division, which originally planned to attack the Chinese garrison in Daxing, was forced to change its plan again and turned around and headed south. The 68th Anjia Army
However, the division had already set up blocking positions along the line of Mafangzhuang, an important transportation area in the north of Langfang. It was waiting for work. Once the battle began, it gave the five infantry brigades of the 109th Division a head-on blow.
The sound of gunfire gradually stopped, and the unique gunshots of sniper rifles rang out.
The rising flares illuminated the front of the three-kilometer-long position brightly. Japanese corpses were scattered on the smoking ground. As long as the dead and injured Japanese officers and soldiers moved, they would attract sixty-eight Japanese soldiers on the southern position.
The accurate bullets of the master marksmen turned into real corpses.
...
Seeing the retreat of the Japanese troops, Major General Li Jinlong, commander of the 68th Division, personally inspected the front line. This man, nearly forty years old, strictly followed the regulations of the Anjia Army, wearing a helmet and the combat uniform of an ordinary soldier.
The soot on the bottom of the cooking squad's marching pot was smeared with soot. Behind him were only the Chief of Staff of the 68th Division and two bodyguards, who were all dressed in the same style. Wherever he went, he could hear the respectful greetings of the officers and soldiers.
Li Jinlong was walking and looking, and stopped next to a machine gun fire point. He silently watched the machine gunner who had finished replacing the barrel of the universal machine gun and was loading three hundred rounds of square iron magazines. Although there was a person standing next to him, the machine gunner was not interested at all.
Without being distracted, he finished loading the ammunition, checked it carefully, found a rag, and wiped his machine gun with care.
Li Jinlong was amused. He raised his hand to stop the battalion commander who was about to scold him. He walked to the machine gunner and lay down on the bunker. He deliberately changed his tone, turned around and asked with a smile: "Liang Zi, how many people did you knock down just now?"
***Japanese?"
"I can't count them, but there must be at least ten or twenty, maybe more."
The sturdy machine gunner glanced at Li Jinlong, who had a dark face and a strange voice. He had no idea that the man lying next to him asking questions was the division commander. He answered in a low voice and continued to clean the machine gun meticulously.
"Oh, you did a good job. Is this gun handy?" Li Jinlong took out an unopened box of cigarettes from his coat pocket and tore open the tin foil.
"It's so good. It's much stronger than the original Czech type. Let's not talk about anything else. Just talk about this big magazine with three hundred rounds of ammunition. The sustained firepower is not comparable to that of the Czech type equipped with a twenty-round magazine.
The difference is not big when firing bursts, but the advantage is extremely obvious when firing continuously. I'm afraid the little *** in front of me doesn't know what's going on and thinks our machine guns are like his.
Our crooked machine guns were like that, and you had to change the magazine after every shot. When our firepower weakened slightly, the infantry of the little *** rushed up with howls, and the result was a miserable death. As long as the shot was accurate, it could be put down.
It's a big piece. It's a pity that our company only has two machine guns. If each platoon was equipped with one, I'm afraid the corpses thrown in front of the little *** would have doubled."
The machine gunner didn't even look at Li Jinlong and spoke a lot of words excitedly.
Li Jinlong didn't say anything. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it over. The machine gunner's eyes lit up. He quickly put down the rag and machine gun, wiped his hands on the uniform, and then took the cigarette in a confident voice.
Come, he shouted: "Come, order some for me."
"Okay!"
Li Jinlong didn't care, he lit an American windproof lighter and lit a cigarette for the machine gunner.
The machine gunner had a cigarette in his mouth, and naturally he leaned over and hit his mouth a few times when it was on fire. Soon a puff of smoke came out of his nose.
The machine gunner's extremely rude behavior scared the surrounding regimental commanders and battalion commanders into cold sweats. However, seeing Li Jinlong's unconcerned look, no one dared to rush over to remind the machine gunner no matter how anxious he was.
The machine gunner took a few more puffs of cigarette, turned around and leaned on the bunker, stretched out comfortably, looked up at the smoke-filled night sky without stars and moon, and let out a long sigh of relief. At this time, he seemed to suddenly remember
Something like that, he suddenly turned his head:
"Where did your grandson get the lighter... Huh? Who are you? The newly assigned soldier? Look at how lavish you are, your family is quite wealthy!"
Li Jinlong laughed loudly, patted the machine gunner on the head, and returned to his normal tone: "Liang Zi, don't you want to be the fucking company commander anymore? As a company commander, you don't command the whole company to fight, but you hold your own
Just messing around with your machine gun, you are becoming more and more f*cking promising!"
"Ah, Master..."
Company Commander Liang immediately knew who was in front of him. He jumped up in fright, and the cigarette on his lips had already fallen to the ground. Just when he was about to stand at attention and salute, he remembered the battlefield discipline, and his face turned red from suppressing it.
Li Jinlong lowered his face and kicked Captain Liang in the stomach. Captain Liang was kicked hard to the ground. He immediately picked up his helmet and put it on, then stood up again. Li Jinlong strode away, sending a message as he walked:
"Liangzi, a company commander must look like a company commander. If I see you not doing your job properly next time, I will remove you from your position as a bullshit company commander and let you go to the supply camp to feed the horses."
After hearing this, Captain Liang felt his feet weak and sat down in the trench. He looked at Li Jinlong walking away and stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat.
When Li Jinlong's figure disappeared around the corner of the tunnel, the battalion commander ran over and slapped Captain Liang on his helmet: "You grandson, you are so fucking awesome! I told you a long time ago, don't think you were ever a master.
The captain of the guard will be made special. Next time I see you holding a machine gun, your grandson will be waiting to feed the horse!"
"Don't start it off...Brother Sun, you are too ungrateful. Don't you just want to have a good time? When we brothers escaped from Tieling together, you were injured and I carried you for hundreds of miles.