It is said that at around 2 a.m., Cao Cao's wise and brave general Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan led 800 warriors to attack Sun Quan's 100,000 troops at night. He achieved a military victory that was absolutely miraculous.

The Japanese soldiers who pretended to be British and Burmese soldiers and Burmese natives and successfully sneaked into the same ancient city were also tired at 2:30 in the morning, and after a whole day of fatigue, they fell into the barracks and slept soundly.

Amid the snoring sounds, they quietly gathered in a residential area in the north of the city where the original residents had already disappeared.

Hundreds of people stood quietly in a relatively empty area with buildings around them blocking the sentry's view. They were naturally divided into several queues.

Needless to say, they are also a group of veterans with rich practical experience and probably have been stained with Chinese blood on their hands.

Although I know that I am in a heavy siege now and if I am not careful, I will be surrounded by the heavy siege until the entire army is wiped out, everyone's face is still very calm.

Some Japanese soldiers first tied the mouths of animals with cloth strips so that they would not make any noise.

Then, from the camouflaged ox cart, they took out various heavy weapon parts they had prepared in advance and quickly assembled them together.

Unlike Lei Zhen's advance estimate, these Japanese soldiers carried the most, not the Type 92 heavy machine guns they used on the battlefield, nor the infantry cannon, but the Type 89 grenade launcher with a weight of only three kilograms and an effective range of more than five hundred meters.

In addition, four Japanese military factories were developed and produced in 1933. It weighed up to 25 kilograms and had an injection range of 28 meters. It was filled with fourteen liters of oil and could spray continuously for twelve seconds!

Perhaps it has been done to face the 200th Division tanks in urban street fighting. This unit is responsible for launching raids of suicides in the inside and outside, and even equipped with a 20mm caliber anti-tank gun that is absolutely impossible to popularize in the Japanese army on a large scale.

Of course, this anti-tank gun can also be regarded as a small-caliber rocket launcher that can launch shells directly!

Fifty-two soldiers with self-defense pistols, who operate fourteen doors, can shoot grenades for 500 meters, and a single shot of killing covers grenades with a diameter of more than ten meters; twenty-four light machine guns, four Type 92 heavy machine guns, and four can be fired at close range, and can turn any area into a flamethrower in the realm of death; four 20 mm caliber anti-tank guns; unknown submachine guns, rifles and pistols...

Zheng Tingji, the commander of the 598th Regiment and the commander-in-chief of the infantry of the 200th Division, was holding a military telescope in his hand. With the crescent moon above his head, he could barely see the outlines of these weapons clearly.

Thinking in my mind that if these enemies were really allowed to launch a surprise attack in Tong'an Gucheng, even Zheng Tingji couldn't help but take a breath.

Zheng Tingji looked not tall, and even the high-waisted leather boots he wore could only barely reach 170 cm. However, his thin but powerful body, which represents a firm chin, and deep eyes, the slightly turbid but still sharp eyes like an eagle, made such a man who looked ordinary at first glance have a more crazy aura that makes people dare not be humiliated.

If Huang Jingsheng is a sharp sword, then Zheng Tingji is wrapped in a thick sheath, which looks simple and unpretentious, but still has a hint of coldness, making people dare not look at it, and never dare to underestimate the sword!

Zheng Tingji is of course a wonderful figure who can serve as the commander-in-chief of the infantry in the 200th Division and become General Dai Anlan's most trusted right-hand man!

"Although the heavy weapons have been adjusted, from the perspective of firepower matching and the actual combat capabilities after corrections for urban street combat and urban defense warfare, this is a team of three infantry squadrons, a machine gun squadron and an artillery platoon! Putting such a group of enemies into the city, Jing Sheng, your courage is too great! But..."

Zheng Tingji, who was hiding in the darkness, was left with only a pair of eyes emitting bright light, suddenly smiled, "The same boldness, the same gambler's qualities, but he knows how to set up a formation better than you.

I must say, Jingsheng, you really found a treasure this time."

Fully armed, she was holding a submachine gun in her hand. Of course, she didn't know what Commander Zheng Tingji's evaluation of him and Lei Zhen at this time.

In fact, at this time, Huang Jingsheng's spirit had entered a state of almost selfless excitement. He had to hold the gun in his hand tightly and walk around without arousing the enemy's alertness to barely suppress his emotions.

But just look at his blushing face, his eyes that can only be described as "the eyes shining brightly", and his teeth that keep fighting and making "climbing" sounds, telling everyone around him that his excessive enthusiasm of Lieutenant Colonel Huang Jingsheng, deputy commander of Lieutenant Colonel Huang Jingsheng.

It's almost on the verge of an outbreak!

Every time he walked back and forth a few laps, Huang Jingsheng would stop, stare at Lei Zhen with the most eager eyes, try to lower his voice, and ask the last question in just one hour.

I don’t know if I asked dozens of times: “Why haven’t there been any movement yet? When will we fuck a fucking vote?”

If someone who doesn't know what's going on, he will really think that when he hears this.

This guy who was holding a submachine gun in his hand, trembling with excitement, and even the lines on his face were a bit distorted. He was a mountain king who was relying on the mountain to eat. Suddenly, he found a group of fat sheep bleating down the mountain!

Thanks to Lei Zhen's face was still full of magic at this time, and he even took the opportunity to pull over the genius and use a set of pocket chess tools.

He played Go, which was the most peaceful, and used his practical actions to greatly correct Huang Jingsheng's ant-like excitement in the hot pot.

"What's the hurry? If you want to be anxious, the Japanese who have been infiltrated into the same ancient city are more anxious than you. Those who have already prepared to do so are waiting for the city to send signals to launch a general attack. Let's break through the city in one fell swoop.

The Japanese commander who made achievements again is more anxious than you. Seeing hundreds of spies carrying heavy weapons have already sneaked around. It may turn into a deadly poison at any time, our Commander Zheng is even more anxious than you!"

Lei Zhen’s words were correct, but Huang Jingsheng just felt anxious. This is his temperament. The bachelor’s eyes cannot be rubbed into the sand, the doghouse cannot hold overnight food, and the emotions must flow out of his mouth if they are not written on his face!

There is a small thing that Huang Jingsheng has never told anyone about.

When he was in class at Whampoa Military Academy, one time God knew why, he suddenly felt that the piece of Chinese character that had not been wiped clean on the blackboard, which was wiped silently looked really fucking disliked.

The more he disliked Huang Jingsheng stared at it, the more he glared at it, the more he glared at it, the more he disliked him.

In the end, Huang Jingsheng had forgotten that he had to listen hard in class. Every knowledge he learned was related to the lives and blood of soldiers on the battlefield.

He just sat there, his face flushed, his eyes glared, and focused all his energy on the blackboard.

If the instructor writes on the blackboard, he writes at that position, grabs the blackboard eraser and completely erases the word that has been wiped halfway. But before that, a fly with no eyes fell to the word ground with great dying death.

...

That feeling...

It was as if a fly fell on his face and could not wave his hand to drive it away. As a result, in that class, Huang Jingsheng's facial muscles twitched for thirty-five minutes! Until the instructor announced the get out of class that he had been off, he jumped up with a "scream". As everyone's inexplicable gaze, he aimed at the blackboard with a pissing attitude of a vicious tiger pounced on the blackboard, grabbed the blackboard eraser that he had been paying attention to for an hour and twenty minutes, and tried his best to scratch the blackboard hard on it for a few times. Then, with a relaxed expression on his face that looked like a smile after having sex orgasm, he raised his face, which had become a little numb and hard because of thrusting for thirty-five minutes. Xiongjiu walked out of the classroom with a huff.

Only the classmate and colleague who looked at each other in confusion in the classroom, and the pounced woman who was most enthusiastic in the face of Huang Jingsheng, who really brought the masculinity and aggressiveness to the limit, instantly lost a little, his heartbeat accelerated, his face turned red, and his endocrine hormones accelerated.

How can Huang Jingsheng, who has this "glorious" experience, not be anxious? Staring at the small wooden chessboard placed between Lei Zhen and the genius, Huang Jingsheng really wanted to walk over and throw the play of the two wooden pieces and a pile of black and white stones into the Yarlung Zangbo River.

Lei Zhen often told him what chess game is like a battlefield.

What kind of chess game is like life, but in a grand strategy battle, the two sides fought with millions of troops, with planes flying in the sky, tanks running on the ground, and artillery bombarded behind the butt. As long as the commander gave the command, hundreds of people would have to rush forward with guns.

Can such a scene and such a battle situation be revealed by those small stones? Even if a small stone represents a person and a gun, it can only be a battalion at best, right?!

Just as Huang Jingsheng had already cast his unkind and dissatisfied eyes on the innocent small chessboard, in excessive patience.

When their faces began to be beating constantly, behind them, there was a sudden sound of platoons of cannons coming from behind, followed by heavy machine guns. The squad used light machine guns, submachine guns, rifles, and pistols.

The sound of grenades roaring exploded together, and in an instant it melted into a group of combat notes that never distinguished each other.

"I finally took action, the commander and the others finally took action, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Listening to Huang Jingsheng's extremely strange laughter, which contained some strange rhythm between heaven and earth, everyone couldn't help but shuddered gently, and they all knew it.

This lieutenant colonel deputy commander who is absolutely brave and good at fighting on the battlefield has really reached the point where he will be absolutely uncontrollable once he breaks out.

Looking at Huang Jingsheng's appearance, Lei Zhen frowned slightly. He saw his family destruction with his own eyes, and had experienced the most helpless sadness and hatred, so he understood more clearly than those around him. He had only experienced the most tragic past.

But I can't use the good medicine of time to slowly fade it into the earthly people. Only when a big battle is about to break out and fight against a strong enemy in life and death, I will become as aggressive as a mad dog.

"Lei Zhen, do you think the team leader can gnaw all those dogs as planned, so that they don't even need to spit out a single bone?"

"Lei Zhen, what if their troops did not launch an attack tonight?"

"Lei Zhen, you said..."

Faced with the problem of Huang Jingsheng being so dense that he would have laughed out loud if he had just happened.

Huang Jingsheng is also a veteran with rich practical experience and received regular military education at the Whampoa Military Academy. He should understand better than anyone else that the terrible damage would be caused by concentrating all the mortars and grenade launchers of the 200 Division and launching attacks on hundreds of people gathered together. Several volleys were fired down.

Not to mention that the Commander Zheng Tingji had already mobilized twelve high-level dual-purpose heavy machine guns from the High Defense Battalion in advance, plus a heavy machine gun company and two machine gun platoons, forming an absolute blockade firepower network.

If you say that you can beat this, there may be some fish that misses the net, and it doesn’t matter.

Don’t forget that the 200th Division entered Myanmar to assist the British army in fighting. An old capitalist country like the United Kingdom, an industrialized country with developed industries and metallurgical technology surpassed China for decades, has many cars, aircraft, tanks, and of course it also uses more gasoline.

Although they are usually stingy and always withhold the supplies they provide to the Chinese troops, when they retreat in a hurry, they really left a lot of strategic supplies for the 200th Division.

Among them, it includes gasoline enough for the 200th division to use the first half of the year.

A considerable part of this gasoline was poured into the feet of the Japanese suicide squad through the mixed water inlet pipes and sewers with the ancient city branch.

Once the platoon bombards, not to mention shrapnel flying around, just gasoline ignited by the shells, splashing everywhere at an astonishing high speed as the shock wave forms a firepower coverage without any missing points, which is enough for the Japanese suicide squads to know what the Zhuge Kongming-style fire-burning vine armor army is!

No wonder he saw such a combat plan written by Lei Zhen and fully recommended by Huang Jingsheng. He was really called a battle plan that was ruined by his son and grandson. Even the commander of Zheng Tingji kept jumping.

There was almost a Japanese suicide squad organized by a brigade who was really stunned.

They are well-trained and have rich practical experience. Mortar shells fly in the air and will bring out biting whistles. Experienced veterans can judge the landing point of the shells by whistling. However, the slanted, curved, turned, and fell in the air, and all kinds of messy whistles sounded in one piece. They did not have a superhuman IQ of more than 178. How do you want them to tell in such a short time that which shells might blow up and which shells just pass through their heads.

Become a passerby who happened to meet and fall in love?

Even though they rushed to the ground without any hesitation and barely avoided the bombing of the cannon, they had not had time to be glad in their hearts that the mortar shells, which had an area of ​​killing only ten meters in diameter, splashed not only dust and shrapnel, but also a red and floating field.

The fiery, beautiful flames of the goddess scattered in a fancy way. These flames were like the most enthusiastic hug of Goddess Athena, and with the unquestionable will of God, they rushed towards everyone with enthusiasm.

Here we must mention that the four have weighed a full twenty-five kilograms and are filled with fourteen liters of gasoline. As long as you pull the pull, you can use the high compressed air in the tank.

Japanese soldiers spewed the flames twenty-eight meters away.

Facing the flames that were embracing with the cover, the four soldiers spraying the Type 93 flamethrower were really crying but not crying at this time. The expressions on their faces were even more wonderful to reach a superb level that could be called the essence of art.

These people have become accustomed to lighting the lights on the battlefield. The flamethrower manipulators made others cry and cry, watching the flames surround themselves, and climbed up the jar behind them in the most intimate posture.

Suddenly, the cry that could no longer be suppressed rose from the mouth of a certain flame crying ejaculator operator.

"ah……"

The shrill crying sound only rose halfway, mixed with shrapnel flames, which ignited the gasoline tank with high compressed air behind them.

Four groups of fire were like airdrop bombs landing on the ground. With the positions where the four flamethrowers were standing just now, they rushed straight to a height of twenty-eight meters with the rolling and rising smoke, and even within a radius of twenty-eight meters.

The second time was conducted with a more thorough, terrifying, and hysterical death coverage.

Just as the flames were flying, the God of Death was waving the scythe in his hand happily and quickly harvesting the unjust souls of the Yasukuni warriors who had been burned into popcorn, twelve Gaoping dual-purpose heavy machine guns that had been adjusted to flat fire, and sixteen Maxim water-cooled heavy machine guns. God knows how many Czech light machine guns are there.

They started roaring wildly together. They poured the bullets into the group like rain, even if they were not bombed, they would be burned to death.

Even if his grandmother burns the taka in the Yasukuni Shrine, with the blessing of the great god Rizhao and the kindness of the goddess Himeya, it is impossible for him to escape from the Japanese soldiers who have passed away.

These Japanese soldiers were really beaten, beaten, and beaten crazy, but what really made them fall into hysteria and even the will and pride of the soldiers was completely wiped out by three signal flares that suddenly ejected from the sky!

Since they want to cooperate inside and outside and attack the gate of Tonggucheng near the Pew River Bridge, they naturally have to inform the main force that has touched the Pew River Bridge.
To be continued...