"The First Armed Division of the Republic of Korea!" Kurogane corrected this statement coldly.
Why can't these subordinates always change their words? But I can't blame them. Didn't I just blurt out the words "Führer Division" while talking?
"Yes, the First Division of the Republic of Korea Armed Forces." The subordinate muttered, and then said: "The First Company led by our battalion commander Fang Zishan has already penetrated into the front line among the brothers..."
"Where?" Heitie and Li Jiayu called out at the same time.
"Brothers..."
"Are you sure the information is correct?"
"Yes, the last time I contacted the First Company was indeed among the brothers..."
"***, so fast." Kurogane murmured.
The first company set out on August 31st and secretly sneaked around the front line of Jidongli to cut off the Japanese army's retreat. But Kurogie never expected that Fang Zishan and his troops would break into the front line of Brotherli in one fell swoop.
Li Jiayu hurriedly asked: "How are they doing now?"
"The Japanese army is frantically attacking the brothers. Battalion Commander Fang and the others are fighting very hard. Please ask our First Division to join them immediately!"
Li Jiayu hurriedly asked someone to bring a map and looked at it for a while: "Fang Zishan and the others did not carry many weapons and ammunition, let alone heavy weapons. Brotherli is a strategic location connecting the east and west lines, and the Japanese army must desperately attack them."
Take it back. Judging from the time, they have been holding on there for a whole day. I am afraid that in terms of ammunition..."
"Let the vanguard group speed up!" Heitie said with a gloomy face: "Tell Fang Zishan to hold on to Brother Li, and he will die on Brother Li's position. Before my reinforcements arrive, you are not allowed to give in a single cent.
, if you lose your brother to me, he can bring his head to me."
"yes!"
Kurogane calmly cast his gaze into the distance.
If Fang Zishan and his troops can persist until reinforcements are brought and firmly control the brothers, then the entire Korean War will proceed in a very favorable direction for the Chinese Army.
The question is, can Fang Zishan persist until that time...
...
In the evening, a faint mist floated on the sea in the distance. After the Japanese infantry attack retreated, the never-ending bombardment also began to come to an end. It seemed that the Japanese artillery shells were numerous.
Wednesday crawled through several bomb craters, and finally found a clay figure whose face was unclear and covered in mud in a crater with little water. Wednesday flattered two people with steamed buns wrapped in thick paper and said with a smile:
"Captain Fang, there is also a piece of mustard in it. It tastes good. You can try it."
Fang Zishan raised his head, took the steamed bun, bit it down hard, and pulled on his military uniform.
At this point in the war, the difference between living and dead is that a hundred people have died, and the living will continue to suffer! Fang Zishan knelt in the crater, leaned out and waved his hand, saying: "Brothers, after the reinforcements come up, please wait.
Position, I invite all the brothers to drink!"
Amidst the cheers, Fang Zishan knew that he had given everyone a very unrealistic dream...
Just when Fang Zishan was thinking wildly, bursts of thunder-like rumblings came from the river...
Fang Zishan was almost familiar with the firing sounds of Japanese artillery of different calibers. When he heard the sharp whistling sound in the air, he immediately knew that it was a Japanese warship firing not far away!
Fang Zishan hurriedly stood up and shouted loudly: "The Japanese warship's large-caliber heavy artillery, all mobile anti-artillery!"
The so-called "mobile anti-artillery" refers to Japanese naval guns with large caliber and large explosion shrapnel damage radius, but the calculation of the scale density of its firing on the shore is different from that of sea targets. When the Japanese naval guns are bombarding the shore, the interval between each shot is rarely calculated.
Zhuyuan has fine-tuned it, so not only is its rate of fire slow, but the spread of impact points is also quite large. The chance of two shells falling into the same crater is basically zero!
When the first batch of grenades fired by the Japanese heavy artillery hit the ground and exploded, Fang Zishan rushed towards the huge smoke-emitting crater with his rifle like a swift leopard. As soon as he jumped into the crater, a broken body was blown up into the sky.
Dropped aside, what would the smell of a rotting corpse heated by the explosion of an artillery shell be like?
I'm afraid this cannot be imagined by imagination. Suddenly, a pungent and unpleasant rancid smell suddenly wafted away.
Liang Dabao, a veteran from Jiangxi who hid in the same bomb crater with Fang Zishan, couldn't help but vomited out. Fang Zishan broke a cigarette into two pieces and stuffed them into his nostrils with a blank expression. In fact, Fang Zishan's internal organs were also there.
He was so overwhelmed that he didn't even dare to take another look at the corpse!
Soon, the Japanese artillery fire began to extend. Liang Dabao, who entered the position side by side with Fang Zishan, separated the tripod of a light machine gun, checked the magazine, pulled the handle and loaded the ammunition, but cursed in his mouth:
"You little Japanese bastard, if you can't defeat your grandpa, why don't you just start bombarding him with artillery fire? What's your point?"
Liang Dabao glanced at Fang Zishan, who was attentive next to him, laughed, and said vaguely: "Captain Fang, you said that this little Japanese uses small bowls and cups for eating and drinking, just like the cat food bowl.
Even when he dances, he has a bad character, but when it comes to sex, how damn generous is he?"
The Northeastern man who was lying nearby and playing with a machine gun curled his lips and said: "Liang Datongue, what the hell are you talking about? Didn't you just pull a rickshaw in Shanghai for a few days? Look at how good you are.
Can you stick your tongue out and talk?"
"Qin... Qin Guozhong... you... please speak more politely!" Liang Dabao stuttered when he was anxious.
"The Japanese are coming! Everyone, pay attention!" Fang Zishan shouted, rolled to the side, rattled, then pulled the gun and loaded the ammunition.
Most of the time, the Japanese attack consisted of one squadron as the main force and two squadrons supporting the flanking tactics. During the attack, the Japanese army would also use infantry artillery, mortars, grenades, and light and heavy machine guns to provide fire support and suppression.
Looking at the slowly approaching Japanese soldiers, Fang Zishan smiled. This new group of Japanese soldiers also wore shiny steel helmets with a yellow five-pointed star on the front. The officers wore brown riding boots with binoculars hanging on their chests.
After only one day of fighting, the Japanese had knocked off the yellow five-pointed star on the front of the helmet and smeared it with mud.
Fang Zishan really misses those Japanese officers wearing woolen military uniforms, holding command swords high and holding pistols. Now these *** guys have obviously changed into soldiers' uniforms to mix in. Fang Zishan put a Japanese soldier into the crosshairs.
Suddenly, his index finger moved slightly, and bang! After a dull gunshot, the Japanese soldier fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and died.
There is no need to issue any shooting orders. The people here are all veterans.
In Fang Zishan's opinion, these old fritters are both hateful and adorable. What's hateful is that these veterans are very arrogant. They always follow the Northern Expeditionary Army to fight the civil war, while your children wear crotchless pants!
What's lovely is that although these veterans don't have those inspiring slogans, they understand the responsibilities of soldiers very well.
You can't retreat! You can't retreat even if you die! If you retreat, you will lose the proudest glory of the Chinese people!
War is undoubtedly extremely cruel. Apart from life and death, blood and flesh are everywhere, so this is destined to be a man's world!
Fang Zishan kept repeating the process of firing, rotating and pulling the handle, aiming, firing again, and pressing the bullet!
At this point in the battle, the Japanese army rarely used human sea tactics, at least in front of its position. The heavy machine guns on the position were overturned by the Japanese army's precise artillery fire because their firing positions were exposed.
The Japanese soldiers pulled the skirmishers and constantly tested the firepower of the Chinese defenders' positions, and then used infantry artillery and mortars to approach and destroy them. It can be said that the comprehensive firepower tactics of small units were used to the extreme by the Japanese infantry.
Soon, the Japanese army finally figured out that there were not many squadrons on the position, and these squadrons did not seem to have many bullets. So, the Japanese army began to show its fangs like a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast!
The Japanese troops, who had previously been alternately covering their advance in the mud, began to advance with rifles with bayonets under the cover of light and heavy machine guns.
As soon as a Japanese captain drew out his saber, he was shot dead on the spot by Fang Zishan. The bullet hit the Japanese captain's forehead impartially. A stream of blood mist looked extremely poignant against the setting sun. The Japanese captain who was shot fell headlong.
Fell into the mud puddle on the side!
Fang Zishan knew that this would be the last attack of the Japanese army before dark. If they could hold their position, it meant that they would most likely live to see tomorrow's sunrise.
Boom! A light machine gun was overturned by a Japanese grenade. Two machine gunners fell to the ground in pain in the explosion of grenades. The grenade, a unique equipment of the Japanese army, is in the hands of experienced Japanese veterans.
A great threat.
"Fight with ***!" Old Shanmao, a veteran from Shandong, pulled back the deputy shooter Xiao Su Bei who had a grenade tied to his body and said: "Silly boy, it's not your turn yet! After I die, you
Die again!"
The old Bobcat, whose face was covered with mud mixed with blood, raised his light machine gun, pointed it at the Japanese soldiers who were driving the heads, and fired from a fan. Blossoms of blood exploded on the bodies of six or seven Japanese soldiers!
After the old Shanmao fired up the machine gun's magazine, he threw the machine gun to Xiao Su Bei. With more than a dozen grenades strapped to his body, he charged into the enemy group waving a broken rifle.
After knocking down two Japanese soldiers, Lao Shanmao's body was also pierced by several bayonets. After the Japanese soldiers with ferocious faces and screams stabbed the Chinese soldier, they were horrified to find that the Chinese soldier had a green and swollen body behind him.
Smoke grenade?
Boom! After a burst of flesh and blood, a dozen Japanese soldiers fell to the ground!
Before the Japanese soldiers could react from their surprise, Xiao Su Bei reloaded his weapon, shouted something vaguely, picked up his machine gun and continued to fire at the Japanese soldiers!