286 Battle of Nanchang

286 Battle of Nanchang (middle)

The follow-up troops of the 37th Division were blocked by the enemy's fierce artillery fire and could not cross the river. Zhou Xueyi, the commander of the 37th Division, looked across the river with a telescope and was extremely anxious.

Li thought that it might be his appearance, which put so much pressure on him and comforted him: "Although it is unrealistic to occupy Nanchang five days after landing, it is still okay within a week."

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The grenades with green smoke and the black oval grenade of the Beiyang Army crossed through the sky full of gunpowder smoke, constantly blowing up a series of rumbling muffles. There are fried pieces of dirt everywhere.

Compared with lethality, those melon grenades imported from the United States are much more powerful. The thing is full of slots. After it explodes, the broken petals fly around, forming a very wide surface killing. However, compared with the convenience of throwing and the distance thrown, the long-handled grenade made by Hanyang has an advantage. Even if you hide in the trench and don't lean out, you can close your eyes and throw it out.

Only a group of enemies, driven by the governor's team, besieged the three battalions from the west, south and north.

The north and south of the three battalions were submerged in a sea of fire.

"Pay attention to save some bullets and don't let the Beiyang dog get too close." The third battalion, waving the Braunning revolver, roared.

"Tell the left-wing brothers that the firepower of the heavy machine gun should pay attention to the flank." Lying on the trench, the commander of the regiment who came to the front-line command was also sweating profusely. It seems that the Beiyang Army is bound to get it this time. The madness of this attack is completely ready to block the revolutionary army's progress even if it is the end of the corpse mountain and blood.

"Dave...please, you fucking idiot!" Xu Yifan shouted at David Douglas Duncan, a photojournalist from Time magazine, "I can't transfer you to a safe place after being shot. Pick up the tail as soon as possible."

Yu Chen also chirred: "How can the general give us such a task?"

"Did I get you in trouble?" The foreigner said.

"The dead are dead," Xu Yifan said, "It's the wounded who put us in trouble."

Yuchen's eyes are full of angry blood.

"Okay," Xu Yifan said to Duncan, "Take a picture. But for the sake of your Christ, don't get hurt!" He heard the can from his dead comrade-in-arms and opened it.

"What if you are beaten to death?" Duncan asked back.

Xu Yifan and Yuchen almost laughed - they are old friends.

"The golden autumn sun has been shining on our whole position," Duncan wrote in his notepad. "The sun was still shining at that time. Of course, this is for the rest of us except him. The marine next to me was eagerly opening the can just now - the sunshine made everything look better than it actually is. But now, for him, the night is nearby - a Beiyang sniper just hit him in the chest and knocked him down at the trench at the top of the mountain. The bold label on half of the coated cardboard box looks particularly cold at this moment: K-class rations, personal, combat.

After a moment, Duncan suddenly felt a tingling pain in his chest, and he covered his chest tightly.

"You're so lucky!" Yuchen laughed and stretched out his fist.

A piece of metal fell into Duncan's hand. It turned out that an enemy bullet at the end of the crossbow hit Duncan's chest and fell into the dust under his feet.

Not everyone is lucky enough to have Duncan.

It was surrounded by the bloody bodies of the brothers who had been killed in battle, as well as the wounded who were covered with blood and howling.

The battle lasted less than two hours, and the casualties on both sides were more than 300. Wu Xiaomin, the commander of the 110th regiment, and Zhang Qian, the political commissar, who acted together with the three battalions, tenaciously commanded the troops to fight back fiercely against the enemy.

In the battle between the enemy and the enemy, almost all the main cadres of each company were injured, with more than half of the casualties of some companies and even more than 90% of the casualties of some companies.

The fish and shrimp in the ponds in the south and north Anchong villages floated a layer, and blood flowed everywhere.

"The position of Company 1 has been broken through." The third battalion commander couldn't help but be shocked. In the shelling just now, the company of the first company was stewed, and there were few living people left in the whole company. It seems that the Beiyang Army has concentrated a certain advantage and completed the breakthrough there.

"The gap must be plugged." The third battalion commander didn't say much, at least with a machine gun: "Block out the Beiyang dog."

"The special agent platoon of the regiment, come with me." The third battalion commander Xun summoned the only mobile force in his hand, the secret service platoon, and threw himself into the battle.

Because most of the defense lines of the National Revolutionary Army lack depth, companies, battalions, regiments and brigades are arranged one by one, forming a linear defense. As long as the Beiyang Army makes a breakthrough at one point, it will soon concentrate its troops to insert it in, from point to surface, resulting in a breakthrough on the whole line.

If these Beiyang army soldiers cannot be blocked out soon, then the position of the first company will become a breakthrough, and a large number of Beiyang army soldiers will pour in from here like a flood like a levee, causing the collapse of the whole riverside defense position, and the subsequent river crossing troops will be dangerous.

When the enemy broke into the position of the third battalion, the warriors fought with the enemy with white blades, stabbed with bayonets, smashed with grenades, and hit with fists. Around this small breakthrough, the sky is dark and the sea is bloody.

In this way, the enemy's seven consecutive attacks were repelled.

The enemy's eighth attack began again.

The artillery fire is more fierce, and the number of troops is more than the first seven times.

The front-line eight-fingered fighters, lying in the ditches and rice fields beside the road, calmly responding to the battle, waiting for the enemy to be 40 or 50 meters away from the position.

"Brothers, beat the Beiyang dog down." Ying Chang'anfeng shouted, the soldiers opened fire together, and the enemy fell down in batches.

A grenade flew out of shaking his hand. Camp Chang'anfeng shouted at the soldiers around him: "Only when we withstand the attack of the Beiyang dog, the regimental seat and the battalion commander can not be restrained by this side and organize a counterattack."

"Bat, call me." The company and platoon commanders waving guns took the lead one after another and counterattacked the attack of the Beiyang Army with fierce firepower.

Seeing the Beiyang Army's offensive becoming more and more fierce, An Feng's heart was like fire, and his head was full of sweat.

The heat in early autumn has become hotter because of the burning waves in the air, but no one will take this into account at this time.

An Feng only cared about constantly firing guns and throwing grenades. How could he control his clothes that had been soaked by sweat for a long time? It was full of thick smoke and fire, the sound of killing and dense explosions that shocked Tianyu.

When the Beiyang Army tried to use a fierce attack in the front to contain the troops that could not pull out too much strength to go in the direction of the first company to organize a counterattack, An Feng immediately asked the battalion's communication soldiers to tell the regimental commander that the front direction would resolutely resist the Beiyang Army's attack and ensure The troops counterattacked at the breakthrough.

The Beiyang soldiers who are constantly leaping forward, crawling and charging seem to be very old-fashioned. Under the command of those officers wielding sabers, these Beiyang soldiers in groups are very good at using craters and slopes to cover themselves, and constantly impacting the positions of the National Revolutionary Army under the cover of machine guns. Although people were constantly knocked down by the fierce machine gun fire, these Beiyang dogs have never stopped attacking.

As the most direct fire support of the Beiyang Army infantry team, those projectiles are rampant.

With a parabola, these shrill grenades can accurately fall into the trenches of the National Revolutionary Army, effectively killing and injuring the soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army who are hiding inside to shoot. Compared with mortars, although it is less powerful, it has high portability and accuracy.

However, even so, the Beiyang Army still found that it could not move forward at all, as if lying in front of them was an insurmountable great wall of flesh and blood, which was strong and could never find a way to cross. It's just that this Great Wall is a wall of death with fire snakes and bullets flying across.

Every time the figure of the Beiyang soldiers climbed up and hit, the machine guns on that front line fired a series of short shots. And after the grenades thrown over like hail fell down, the scene of spinning around at the feet with smoke is enough to become a nightmare for many people.

"Listen to my order, after the grenade opens the fuse, burns in the hand for 3 seconds, and then throw it out." After roughly calculating the combustion time of the lower cable and the interval from pulling the fire to the landing explosion, Anfeng came up with a unique idea.

A group of Beiyang troops once again took advantage of the rows of craters not far away to rush to the position under the cover of the firepower of Maxim machine guns. These Beiyang dogs kept stepping on the word, jumping into the crater from time to time, avoiding the heavy machine gun bullets, and allowing the bullets to bite their toes and raise dust on the ground.

"The Beiyang dog is very tricky. If he runs like this, it will be difficult for us to hit the machine gun bullet accurately." Although the veterans beside him kept explaining, An Feng could see it without being said by others. Because the Maxim heavy machine gun of the National Revolutionary Army is suppressed by surface fire, the machine gun set up on the tripod will continue to fire at all targets in the shooting field.

Because the installed machine gun is constantly sweeping left and right, every shuttle of bullet swept out floats out slightly with a little arc. In this way, if the enemy is walking, then the heavy machine gun facing them is difficult to accurately hit the enemy due to the slightly curved arc when sweeping and the machine gunner's difficulty in making an accurate judgment on the next running position of the target.

"Wait until the Beiyang dog approaches before you listen to my orders." An Feng sneered slightly and said to several veterans around him.

"In the middle, let's listen to you."

The gunshots on the ground suddenly fell silent, and the charge wave group of the Beiyang Army paused slightly, and even began to push forward again. Under the leadership of a commander wielding a saber, these Beiyang soldiers who got up, stood up with bright bayonets and shouted "forward" began the impact of the last distance.

The Beiyang Army rarely makes a fearless and decisive charge, but there is nothing they can do today. The officials of each ministry took boxes of silver dollars and fell to the ground like dung. The soldiers of the Beiyang Army gathered around like dogs smelling the smell of poop.

"Brothers, drive the 'bandits' down the river and get a reward!" The Beiyang army pulled out the command knife and shouted.

However, when these Beiyang soldiers launched a desperate charge, a burst of bullets suddenly rushed straight to their heads like a wasp. The heavy machine gun of the National Revolutionary Army, which had been suppressed before, suddenly blew a wind to harvest life like the sickle of death, and the sweeping bullets knocked down the groups of Beiyang Army soldiers like grass.

"None is allowed to retreat!" Perhaps he was so angry that the Beiyang officer stopped the momentum of collapse after killing several soldiers who were retreating.

The Beiyang officer who waved his saber didn't know where the blood courage came from, regardless of the oncoming bullets flying in his ears. When his soldiers fell to the ground one after another, he jumped up alone and shouted, "Kill!" Launch an attack.

A burst of dense bullets came, breaking one bullet hole after another on the body of the Beiyang officer with a sabre. In the flying blood fog, the huge impact of the bullet directly overturned the tattered body that had hit like a honeycomb to the ground. Let him still be like a dying frog, constantly twitching.

The Beiyang soldiers who fell to the ground and avoided bullets were stunned. Looking at the fearless charge of the officer, the tyranny in their hearts was stimulated. Maybe they felt that Bo Yibo's desire to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle. Maybe they had indeed been crazy for a long time. When the bullets swung over their heads. These Beiyang soldiers chose to get up and attack.

Many people were beaten to pieces by flying bullets as soon as they jumped up, but this could not stop them from shouting and charging. For a moment, the northern accent shouted "Kill the enemy!" The sound even overwhelmed the dense sound of gunfire.

"Hit him as a Beiyang dog!"

Looking at the fearless death of the Beiyang soldiers, the soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army on the ground were even more angry. The madness of the Beiyang Army made the soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army suddenly provoked the intention of killing in their hearts. In the sound of the machine gun, Hanyang also released a dense row of guns. Between the bullets, Beiyang soldiers kept falling down.

"I'll count one, two, three, and then throw it out."

An Feng said and grabbed a grenade and opened the fuse.

Once again, the Beiyang soldiers, who were suppressed by the fierce fire of the National Revolutionary Army, could only lie in front of the position full of craters, look for cover, and organize fire cover at the same time. However, before the machine gunner raised the machine gun, a row of small black spots flew out of the defense line of the National Revolutionary Army.

"Grenade!"

Someone exclaimed.

However, the grenade of the National Revolutionary Army is not so terrible. Although this kind of long-handled grenade similar to the grenade of the German Wehrmacht is thrown for a long distance, it is easy to be picked up, thrown back and killed because the fuse burns too slowly. In previous battles with the National Revolutionary Army, the Beiyang Army soldiers have summed up this rule.

Looking at the grenades with spinning and slightly parabola, most of the Beiyang soldiers are praying that the grenade will not fall beside them. At the same time, they hope that their reaction is fast enough to be picked up and thrown back in time.