Zheng Junyan's analysis made Li Junyi and others very convinced. Li Junyi was ready to prepare for the final battle, but Peng Dequan, Liang Hongen and Yang Geng and the other three looked embarrassed. The backlash before death is often very terrible. Their troops suffered huge casualties and it was difficult for them to withstand such a blow.

Even Peng Dequan, a more impulsive and bold person, lowered his head and did not dare to look at Zheng Junyan. Zheng Junyan knew what they were worried about, so he sighed and said to Li Junyi: "Brig Commander Li, you will fight the main attack. The three of them cooperated." As he said that, he looked at the three of them and added: "I am responsible for asking Xinshuai to request the troops that first attacked Niuxing Station to expand it into a Class A Division. Those who captured Zhuang Jihua would be rewarded with tens of thousands of yuan!"

Zheng Junyan gritted his teeth in the last sentence. Niuxing Station made him lose all his face. Niuxing Station is likely to lead to Sun Chuanfang's overall failure in Jiangxi.

Zheng Junyan's words made Peng Dequan and the other three lively. Everything else was easy to say. It was a huge temptation to expand it into a Class A division. As long as the generals of this era have soldiers, wouldn't they have everything?

Peng Dequan thought carefully that he still had two thousand people with zero people, so he took half of them out to compete. After finishing, he could really enter the Niuxing Station first; Yang Genghe's mind was much more complicated. His troops were only more than 1,400 people left, and the others were either dead or injured. They really couldn't withstand the great consumption. He watched the spirits of Li Junyi and Peng Dequan coldly, and sneered in his heart, let's fight first, who will win, let's take a look.

Yang Genghe looked up, but found that Liang Hongen was looking at him. Suddenly he showed a cunning smile. He understood. This old fox had the same idea as him.

Several brigade commanders have different minds and are less coordinated in specific offenses.

Li Junyi and Peng Dequan launched heavy troops to attack. Li Junyi arranged three battalions and took turns to attack Yucheng's defense line; Peng Dequan sent two battalions to attack Zhuang Jihua's western front; Liang Hongen from the eastern front only sent two companies, while Yang Genghe from the southern front attacked even fewer, and only one company.

Zhuang Jihua now doesn't care about the enemy's tricks, so he drew some manpower from the east and south lines and formed a mobile company, ready to go up to block the gap at any time.

The smoke filled the sky, and the fire was rising. Li Junyi was like a tide, surging forward wave after wave, slapped on the position of the Second Battalion and dissipated; then the next wave was back and forth; Yu Chengwan no longer knew how many charges this was, and the casualties on the position were getting bigger and bigger, and a group of grenades that were regarded as the magic weapon to defeat the enemy had been used up. However, the enemy's offensive did not weaken at all.

"Kill!" The machine gunner was so excited that he picked up the machine gun and fired violently at the enemy. The enemy fell down in swarming in, but soon, a few bullets roared from the opposite side appeared in his chest. The deputy shooter pushed his body away and set up the machine gun to continue shooting.

People around them kept dying, and shells and grenades exploded from the left and right in front of them from time to time. As long as they were not dead, they would get up from the soil and continue fighting. No one ran away, and no one cared about the life and death of their companions. No one cared about their own life and death. At this moment, they just wanted to kill a few more enemies; Zhuang Jihua's deliberately carved war soul was finally accomplished under the tempering of blood and fire.

"Get a bayonet!" Yu Chengwan shouted. He pulled out his command knife and waved it into the air: "Blow the charge!"

The troller did not pay any attention to the bullets in the air. He jumped into the trenches and raised his warlocks. The loud charge echoed over the position.

"Kill!"

The living soldiers got up from the ruins and rushed towards the enemy with their guns. Several wounded men climbed out of the trenches and sat on the trenches and shot at the enemy.

"Fire the cannon! Fire the cannon! Kill all the shells, shoot them out, cut off the enemy!" Zhuang Jihua was anxious and had to shoot out all the remaining shells.

The whistling shells smashed into the reinforced enemy group, forming an isolation belt between the enemy group and the fierce battle positions. The enemy who lost reinforcements was completely overwhelmed by the second battalion, which had his life for life, was forced to retreat step by step. However, the soldiers of the second battalion were covered in blood, bloody military uniforms, bloody faces, bloody eyes, and bloody bayonets. They shouted "Kill!" and chased them frantically. The enemy was frightened and turned from retreating to escape.

The same fierce battle occurred on the Western Front. Dai Anlan's entire company was injured under Peng Dequan's continuous attack. When Xue Yue led the reinforcements to rush into the position, there were only three people left in the company, everyone was injured. Dai Anlan's left arm and right rib were injured, but they still refused to leave. Xue Yue was furious and forced them to the medical center.

After a brief rest, the enemy's attack was launched again. Li Junyi gritted his teeth and took out a complete regiment to launch the last attack before sunset.

Unlike last time, He and Liang Hongen also believed that the time had come, and each sent a battalion to strengthen the attack.

The real crisis at Niuxing Station has arrived.

Li Junyi personally supervised the battle, and the tactics were still in line with the tactics of the afternoon. The three battalions attacked in turn, but the troops retreated were not allowed to enter the position but rested outside the position and then participated in the next attack.

Yu Chengwan felt that there were more and more enemies. The machine gun in his hand was already red. The enemy retreated and then came up, and then retreated. There were fewer and fewer people on the position, but the enemy's offensive did not slow down at all.

"Battery Commander!" A soldier pointed to the right panting: "Enemy... man, the enemy rushed in."

Yu Chengwan looked up and saw that the gunshots on the right wing had stopped. The enemy was rushing into the position. He felt a sense of death: "Damn it! Come with me!"

As he said that, he started to pick up two flower mechanisms and rushed towards the right-wing position with seven or eight people.

Halfway through the way, an enemy hit him head-on. Yu Chengwan used a flower machine gun. The two guns in his hand spewed out two fire snakes and roared towards the enemy. Soon the two guns were empty. Yu Chengwan drew his command knife and rushed into the enemy group.

Shortly after Yu Chengwan took his men away, the left wing was broken through again, and the front guards were surrounded by the enemy and could no longer defend. The remaining ten people fought and retreated.

At the same time, Liu Jing's position in the third battalion was also in danger of being broken through. Liu Jing had about 200 people in his hands, but more than 60 people were pulled away by Zhuang Jihua, and the remaining more than 100 people tried hard to stick to the east.

Liang Hongen only sent one battalion to participate in the attack, but he gave the battalion commander an order, that he must rush into the position, otherwise he would definitely kill him when he retreated. The enemy heard that as long as he rushed into the position, the already a little scared soldier regained his fighting spirit. The battalion commander led the team to repeatedly attack and was defeated. Finally, he finally rushed into the position. Although he was immediately beaten away by the bayonet of the third battalion, this also made Liang Hongen discover Liu Jing's weakness. When that was the lack of troops, Liang Hongen immediately sent his guard battalion out.

The warlords' guards were all treasures, with high military salary and good equipment, and they were not involved in battles, but once they went to the battlefield, these people would become bloodthirsty outlaws.

White-blade charge is common in the first division, but there are very few enemies. When Liu Jing saw the enemy using the ground white-blade charge, he knew that today's things would not be good. Looking at the more than 80 people on the position, and then looking at the black crowd and bright bayonets rushing towards him on the opposite side, Liu Jing ordered the messenger to go and ask for reinforcements immediately.

With bloody battles and an emergency, Zhuang Jihua looked at the deadly chess game, feeling anxious.

"Tell Liu Jing, don't ask for help at any time. I don't have that many people! He must withstand it!" Zhuang Jihua's blood rushed to his forehead, and the front was now collapsed. The enemy began to attack the station.

"Order the seventh battalion commander to withstand, Yang Genghe has not many people anymore. This is his last attack!"

Before he could finish his words, the battle on the front of the station began. With the momentum of victory, Li Junyi attacked the station without stopping, and the guard battalion resisted stubbornly near the station gate.

Liu Jing did not want to get reinforcements, so he had to grit his teeth and persevere. The guards camp did have different responses. The one in front was knocked down. The one behind kicked the body and then rushed up. He rushed into the position for the first time. Liu Jing waved his sword to fight. As soon as he jumped out of the trench, a grenade exploded at his feet, and the sharp saber flew into the air.

The battalion commander died. The soldiers of the third battalion rushed up with red eyes. There was no howling or wailing. Only the sound of bayonets entering the flesh and the sound of panting of a fight.

Although the soldiers showed extreme martial spirit, there were too many enemies. The soldiers of the Third Battalion were gradually compressed near the station wall, and a few enemies rushed into the station.

When Zhuang Jihua heard that the third battalion had been broken, he was shocked and was about to go up with the guard platoon. Xiong Shouyun grabbed him.

"I'll go! Cultural Revolution, you are the commander-in-chief, I'll go! The guard platoon comes with me!"

Xiong Shouyun rushed to the east line with the guards of officials at all levels and rushed over to the enemy who had just entered the station.

Xiong Shouyun held a thug gun in each hand, and his two guards were beside him. Everyone was shooting while rushing. A large area of ​​enemies rushing into the station was knocked down, and the remaining enemies hid in the corners and set off fire at the guards.

The Guards' platoon's offensive was quickly suppressed, and more enemies rushed in from the breakthrough. The Guards' platoon gradually became untenable and was forced to retreat.

At this time, a sound of killing came from the back of the right side. Xiong Shouyun's heart trembled. He didn't know where the troops came. When he looked up, Dai Anlan and a group of wounded soldiers killed the enemy from the flank, and bullets were also sprayed out from the windows of the medical office farther away.

After being bandaged in the medical center, Dai Anlan immediately mobilized the wounded who could move back to join the battle in the center. All the wounded who could move joined. The seriously injured who could not leave also put their weapons beside them, sitting or lying out the window. The military doctor did not dissuade them, but just watched all this helplessly.

When Liang Hongen entered the station, Dai Anlan led the wounded out of the medical center. They didn't walk fast and each step would cause great pain. But their waists were straight and their steps were firm and steady. They did not hide or hide, and they charged against the enemy's bullets without hesitation.

"For the sake of the new China, rush!" Dai Anlan shouted loudly as he walked.

"For the New China!" The wounded soldiers shouted in unison, with a firm expression and facing death.

The number of wounded soldiers participating in the attack was not large, only less than 200, but their huge momentum overwhelmed the enemy, and the enemy's camp was panicked, and Xiong Shouyun took the opportunity to break out.

"For the sake of the new China, rush!" Xiong Shouyun jumped out of the hidden point and took the lead in rushing towards the enemy. The guards roster shouted slogans and rushed forward.

The sound of the charge came from the sky, and five horn soldiers fought hard in front of the platform. Zhuang Jihua led the troops of the division's staff and political department to rush over. Song Yunfei and dozens of reconnaissance soldiers came out, and the soldiers of the kitchen squad were also shot and killed in the chef's white coat.

"For the sake of the new China! Go!"

With a thunderous roar, the enemy who rushed in turned around and fled. In fact, his number was almost the same as the charge defenders, but their courage was lost and their souls had fallen.

Xiong Shouyun rushed in the front, and they chased out of the station and rushed to the third battalion's position. The remaining soldiers of the third battalion were still fighting hard, trying to intercept the enemy's attack to death, and now they tried to intercept the enemy's retreating pace.

"For the New China!" Xiong Shouyun chased after him, suddenly felt his chest numb, and his strength suddenly disappeared. His feet softened and he knelt on the ground.

In just over an hour, Liang Hongen experienced two extremes of great joy and great sorrow. The guard battalion broke into the station and surprised him. He quickly reported to Zheng Junyan, but soon after, he saw that the guard battalion was driven out like a duck. They quickly escaped from the position, but they didn't even dare to look back.

After solving the crisis on the eastern front, Zhuang Jihua had no time to wipe his sweat and immediately turned to the western front. Peng Dequan's crazy attack had already made Xue Yue go to the front line in person.

The temptation of the A-level division made Peng Dequan spend a lot of money. The first attack in the afternoon caused him to lose more than 300 people. Before dark, he re-allocated two battalions to the attack.

The battalion commander of the Ninth Battalion, which lasted for more than an hour, was killed in battle. Chief of Staff Xi Nuping rushed to the front line to replace him in command. Peng Dequan's continuous attack finally worked. His troops rushed to the position of the Ninth Battalion. Xi Nuping commanded the remaining 100 people of the Ninth Battalion to fight to the death. Xue Yue personally led the last mobile force, half a company, to counterattack, and finally suppressed the enemy when Zhuang Jihua defeated the enemy on the Eastern Front, but Chief of Staff Xi Nuping was killed.

"In the morning, we received the Third Regiment into the station. The entire regiment had a total of 1,231 people. By the time of the night, there were still 620 people in the ranks. Deputy Commander Xiong Shouyun, Chief of Staff of the Third Regiment Xi Nuping, Battalion Commander of the Third Battalion Liu Jing, Battalion Commander of the Second Battalion Yu Chengwan, Battalion Commander of the Seventh Battalion xxx, and Battalion Commander of the Ninth Battalion xxx, all died, and Niu Xing Station was still in my hands."

That night, Chiang Kai-shek received a report from Zhuang Jihua and his hands couldn't help but tremble. He rushed to Lu Diping Command overnight. This time he no longer hesitated and wanted to rescue Niuxing Station.
Chapter completed!