276 After the madness

At dawn, the soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army rushed to Kirin Peak again.

The rain flew across the mountain and the whole mountain was shrouded in strong gunpowder smoke.

Meng Zhaoyue was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. The battle situation on the mountain could not be seen from the command post. The telephone line had been blown up for a long time. None of the communication soldiers sent out continuously returned, and all of them were killed on the mountainside by the blockade artillery fire of the National Revolutionary Army.

Meng Zhaoyue can only listen to the sound of the battle based on experience to judge whether the position is still in her hands. When the enemy planes and cannons bombed indiscriminately, Meng Zhaoyue was relieved. When the grenade sounded, his heart hung to his throat. Years of battlefield experience told him that the two sides were at most dozens of meters apart at this time. The most worried thing is the sparse sound of gunfire and no grenades

When it explodes again, it means that the two sides have been mixed together and are fighting to the death. It was not until the plane and cannon bombarded again that Meng Zhaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, but then she was worried...

At noon, the tenacious National Revolutionary Army occupied half of the positions, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

Meng Zhaoyue repeatedly complained to Sun Chuanfang: "The officers and soldiers are so dead and injured that they can't be supported!"

"Brother Meng, as long as you stand it, the president will definitely be rewarded..."

Sun Chuanfang has no good way. She can only ask Meng Zhaoyue to show great righteousness to the officers and soldiers for a while, and send high-ranking officials to comfort him more. For a while, he will ask Meng Zhaoyue's governor to defend his duty, and never take a step back.

"If you can't stand it, just think about the end of Officer Wang. If you want to surrender, think about the end of Zhang Jingyao! You are not Liu Cunhou, not Zhao Xixi, they are not surrender, they are anti-water, they are the revolutionary party! ......”

"Tell you, Master Meng, even if you die, you must nail me to the ground."

"I don't care. You are a soldier. Take a step back and engage in military law."

"What, there is no one in the reserve team. If you want to prepare, I'm the only one."

The atmosphere in the military headquarters was suppressed to the extreme, and the quiet atmosphere was accompanied by the fierce artillery fire and fierce infantry weapon shooting of the National Revolutionary Army.

"As long as the communication class and cooking class can still hold a gun, they will go to the front line for me."

Sun Chuanfang, who turned his back to the staff and others, was very tough on the phone, and it meant that if he didn't succeed, he would become benevolent.

"What I want is not the number of casualties, but whether I can hold the position. Do you understand? No matter how many people die, even if you fill it with your bones, you have to fill in the gap for me.

"The position was broken through by the bandits. Before I went to the military court, I knocked you on the head one by one."

facing the phone again and again, Sun Chuanfang could only tell his division commanders, brigade commanders, regiment commanders and battalion commanders with such cruel words that he must not take a step back in the future, because Toushan is not only a Kirin Mountain, but also the life gate of the whole Nanxun Line.

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and Meng Zhaoyue's fourth emergency: "The reserve team has been exhausted, and I can't be responsible for it!"

Sun Chuanfang was finally heartless and said to the chief of staff around her, "You command for me."

After saying that, he fell into the chair exhaustedly.

The chief of staff was not humble. He grabbed the phone and asked Meng Zhaoyue: "You have made great contributions to the country and the nation, washed the shame of 'Wangfeng collapse' for our new army in Jiangxi, and restored the reputation of our army. At present, the enemy is 'declined again, exhausted three times'... He can't stand it, get promoted and get rich, can't stand it, and move his head..."

Meng Zhaoyue couldn't listen to these words at all. He has instilled these contents into his officers and soldiers many times. The problem now is not morale, but the loss of troops.

Meng Zhaoyue interrupted the chief of staff and shouted at the phone: "The battle situation is too dangerous, and the casualties are too great. The reserve team has been used up. If the enemy attacks again, what can I take to resist!"

The chief of staff was silent for a moment and replied, "The way to fight is to kill 3,000 people, lose 800 yuan, and there are many enemy casualties. As long as you hold on to the last few minutes, the headquarters will immediately transfer the reserve team.

The Chief of Staff put down the phone and personally sent the guard force of the headquarters into a reserve team. After the reinforcements arrived, Meng Zhaoyue ordered an all-out counterattack.

At dusk, the National Revolutionary Army was driven down the mountain and the position was restored.

In the morning, under the broken wall of a farmhouse in the front line of the National Revolutionary Army, Gong Fuxiong lay on his back on a stretcher, covered with thick straw under his body, several bullet holes on the military blanket, several blood stains, and his right foot was covered with bandages.

The thick smoke from the soldiers' picnic not far away floated in the wind, making Gong Fuxiong keep coughing. Every cough touched the wound of his right foot and sent out bursts of sharp pain.

Yesterday afternoon, several hillhead positions just occupied by the National Revolutionary Army were counterattacked by the Beiyang Army, and there was no support everywhere. Gong Fuxiong personally led the personnel of the wing headquarters to the front line to supervise the battle. Unexpectedly, a stray bullet hit his right foot and the sole of his foot was hit by a hole. When he woke up from his dizziness, he had been carried here by his subordinates.

Almost all the positions won in the battle for a few days were also lost.

"Call a few battalion commanders!" Gong Fuxiong, lying on a stretcher, said to the adjutant.

The adjutant quickly found the results of several battalion commanders.

Gong Fuxiong said to the equally exhausted battalion commanders, "According to the division headquarters, the enemy troops on the Nanxun Line are coming towards our division. The division commander ordered us to take the dangerous road in front of us to cover the security of the left wing of the main force of the division and continue to develop the offensive to the south.

Looking at the silence of several battalion commanders, Gong Fuxiong said, "As far as the current combat strength of our regiment is, it is very difficult to take down Luanxi, but it is necessary to occupy the face-to-face cross and refuse the side back of the main force of the enemy's attacking division. Otherwise, not only will the main force of the division be threatened, but the situation of our regiment will also be very bad. The enemy will occupy all the territory and dive to attack our regiment.

Several battalion commanders nodded frequently.

The situation is clear. If you can't attack again, the offensive and defensive situation will be reversed.

"I order," Gong Fuxiong said harshly, "Each team organizes a brave team. Be sure to capture all important places today and start attacking in half an hour!"

Throughout the morning, the "special attack team" of the National Revolutionary Army attacked one after another.

In some areas, the National Revolutionary Army even ignored the danger of being killed by its own artillery fire, and then the shells fell to the mountain.

When it really couldn't be attacked, the National Revolutionary Army used "special bombs". This kind of "special war bomb" was the gains of the Beiyang Army on the Hubei battlefield during the 1911 Revolution, and then Marshal Li invested huge financial, material and human resources to vigorously develop and just produced samples. Of course, during the 1911 period, the Beiyang Army did not have the ability to manufacture these "special weapons", which were experimental products purchased by Feng Guozhang from the Germans in Hankou.

The attempt to disintegrate the combat effectiveness of the Beiyang garrison with poison gas also failed.

Gong Fuxiong, who failed to attack again and again and was carried to the foot of the mountain by a stretcher, turned pale.

The sky of Kirin Mountain is blood red, and every inch of soil of Kirin Mountain is also soaked with blood.

Here, Gong Fuxiong can clearly see his soldiers attacking the position of the Beiyang Army with tenacious will and unyielding spirit on the front line.

Here, he can also see his soldiers falling in batches in the enemy's steel and flames. It can be seen that the soldiers of the Beiyang Army, who are under the banner of the five colors and charge strangely, are also thrown into this huge meat grinder. Listen to the light and heavy machine guns on both sides shooting back and forth like fried beans. The shells of the Beiyang Army, the qi-millimeter mountain cannons, the Type 1992 infantry guns and the mortars of the National Revolutionary Army were blown up in this huge cemetery.

Gong Fuxiong's heart is inevitably bursting**.

It is said that soldiers are iron-blooded and should not have too much emotion, but when they see that a group of lively soldiers are ruthlessly filled into the battlefield like a meat-like machine, and then consumed by groups.

How can Gong Fuxiong not feel anything? He is a soldier, but he is also a Chinese. He inevitably feels pain for such a catastrophe as the Chinese children. Similarly, he is inevitably proud of the fearless death of these young soldiers.

As long as you have heard the people crying from Jiangxi, no one hates the Beiyang army to the bone. This hatred has condensed into this fearless fighting will!

A team of soldiers rushed up and filled the incomplete position. In less than a few hours, the vast majority of them became cold corpses in the gunfire and the dense sound of gunfire, the seriously injured who were carried down by stretchers, and even torn to pieces by shells. It turned into the flesh and blood splashing all over the ground.

Only when the revolution will not be greedy for life and those who are not afraid of death can the revolution succeed.

Seeing his soldiers fall in groups on the land that has long been soaked by the blood of his brothers and friends, how could Gong Fuxiong keep himself away from the smoke?

Although Gong Fuxiong, who was in command on the front line, was saddened by the heavy casualties of those officers and soldiers, as the regimental commander, he must be determined.

Gong Fuxiong gritted his teeth and said, "Send me to the artillery position!"

"The regiment..." The mountain artillery commander assigned to Gong Fuxiong's regiment came up to ask.

Gong Fuxiong waved his hand, saying that there was no need to ask more questions. A few words burst out of his clenched teeth: "Listen to my order to fire, don't hesitate."

"Yes!"

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"Master Meng, it won't be long before the enemy will have a new round of attack. Tell the regiments and battalions below that they must withstand me and resist me at any cost. There are revolutionary soldiers waiting for half a step back." Sun Chuanfang's hoarse roar came from the phone.

Hanging up Sun Chuanfang's phone, Meng Zhaoyue fell on the chair sweating. Listening to the rumble of cannons gradually fading, the National Revolutionary Army is going to launch a desperate charge again! I can't help having cramps in my heart.

The Beiyang Army on Kirin Mountain seems to be familiar with the National Revolutionary Army's attack routine, shelling, and then the "special attack team" attack.