In the dark night, the 47th Japanese Army Regiment, which had more than 2,000 left, collided with the more than 5,000 remaining people from the 145th Division.

At this time, the Japanese discovered it in horror.

Sichuan Jun Te Niang's unruly mother.

Amid the assassination sounds that are roaring.

One quarter of the soldiers carried Kawakao's Thomson.

Not only did there be no bullets, but the submachine gun even fired at a short distance, without fear of accidentally hurting one's own people.

The Japanese army, whose number was absolutely at a disadvantage, suffered heavy casualties.

What's even more ruthless is the artillery squadron of the 47th Regiment. Seeing more than 60 mortars on the opposite mountain, they were bombarded and turned into a fire.

Under the command of the corps leader, he actually shelled the soldiers on both sides who were struck.

This made the trench, who had just climbed out of the trench and looked at the telescope, so angry that smoked from the seven orifices.

Damn, the Japanese are so cruel. Seeing that the thorns were at a disadvantage, they were even more explosive.

This kind of thing can also be done.

Many soldiers of the 145th Division fell down under the shelling, and he felt so distressed that he could no longer feel sorry for him.

"Architecture Battalion, counterattack the artillery positions of dogs!"

Rao Guohua shouted desperately, but the artillery battalion suffered heavy casualties after the Japanese retaliation bombardment just now, and only 20 artillery pieces were taken out.

Many of the artillery soldiers of the 145th Division were injured and snatched out the artillery.

It is still in the second artillery position, and the distance is calculated.

Even shells were not shipped.

I could only watch the Japanese and shell the soldiers they were fighting for the sting.

Zeng Nanfei, the Major General of the 145th Division, was not a bad idea to fight for bayonets. He was also a hero who came out of the civil war. The people who assisted the guard group stabbed and killed several Japanese devils in a row, and their eyes were red.

He watched Wang Changrui fall down in the shelling, and Meng Haoran fall down in the shelling.

The Japanese artillery actually began to fire poisonous gas bombs.

In the dark night, the smoke of mustard gas is not eye-catching.

The soldier who smelled the smell fell down in a hurry.

The Japanese army, who were still fighting for the thorn, turned around and ran away.

Zeng Nanfei was anxious and ordered the soldiers who were fighting for the sting to evacuate on the spot.

The defense line temporarily built by the Japanese was so difficult, and with such fierce shelling and poisonous gas bombs, half of the Sichuan Army soldiers who rushed down from the 145th Division had a problem.

The Chinese and Japanese armies on the field chose to lie down and leave the neighborhood.

Only a small number of Japanese troops who ran slowly and were slightly hesitant were swept by the 145th Division's soldiers with submachine guns.

Just then.

Suddenly, the sound of a charge sounded, not from behind, but behind the northeast side, it seemed to be next to the Japanese artillery position.

It was obvious that the soldiers could not pursue them anymore.

The reinforcements raised by the bitch have finally arrived.

I don't know which part it is.

The gunshots rang out, made in Hanyang, Czech style, and only four independent brigades of the Twenty-Three Army were built in Hanyang, and Fan Shaozeng from the special mother came.

The entire 23rd Army built with Hanyang were Fan Shaozeng's four brigades. The rifle was bought by this dog-dog day in Wuhan, and the machine gun was smuggled from Shanghai. Since the defeat of the Red Army, this guy was very willing to buy a house. The ratio of Czech-style configuration was almost as good as Feng Tiankui. If Feng Tiankui had not gotten back the G98, M2, Italian mortars, and the light equipment of Chongqing Machinery Repair, the guy in Rao Guohua's hands might not have been more reliable than this guy who bought it himself.

How could Fan Shaozeng arrive first?

Rao Guohua was a little confused.

The tunnels built by this guy, four brigades, are the farthest from the battlefield than the other three divisions, and are at least twenty kilometers away.

He didn't care. The Japanese artillery attacked and no longer fired flares.

No matter how bright the night is, it is still dark, and the telescope cannot see clearly the situation of the stinging scene.

Rao Guohua got up and rushed down, but was pulled tightly by the guards.

He had no choice but to send the guards around him to check the situation on the field, reminding him to keep blowing the whistle and identify his own people.

After running more than 30 kilometers, Fan Shaozeng's four brigades were all in chaos. This guy led the way and actually ran to the front. The four brigade commanders only had one brigade commander Cao followed him, with more than two thousand people around him, one of them was the complete battalion, and Feng Tiankui's soldiers. All his four brigades had herded sheep, and the one who arrived at the position was probably about three battalions.

A fire dragon, holding a torch, was moving in this direction.

The Japanese Artillery Squadron only saw Rao Guohua Division, and did not pay any attention. A fire dragon emerged from the ravine placed on the side and back.

When I climbed up the mountain pass, I saw the ghost artillery bombing.

Fan Shaozeng, who threw the torch, blew the charge without hesitation and began to attack the light artillery squadron.

In less than fifteen minutes, the artillery position of the 47th Regiment was taken down.

The soldiers are all solving the remaining enemies.

Then Fan Shaozeng didn't dare to move.

The soldiers ran all the way and tried their best. After fighting this battle, they finished killing the Japanese around them. They were so tired that they sat and lie down on the battlefield.

Fan Shaozeng led a few guards and entered the battlefield where the Japanese army fought with the 145th Division just now.

"Guohua, Rao Guohua, is there a dead ball? Don't let me run for a few hours in vain!"

"Guohua, Rao Guohua, isn't you dead? Just say it, I'm not going to run dozens of kilometers to collect your corpse!"

In the dark night, Fan Shaozeng roared in Sichuan dialect. After the shelling was shot, he just got up and reminded each other that the soldiers searching for the remaining enemies were all roaring.

"You turtle died eight times, and the 145th Division's 145th Division is not dead either!"

"You are so sharp and stinky, and you just ate your dad?"

"Fan Ha'er, don't come here, the Japanese are putting poisonous gas here!"

Just now, the Japanese bombarded Zeng Nanfei and did not pay attention to the scratches on his shoulder. Now that he gets up, he feels a faint pain on his shoulder.

When I heard Fan Shaozeng’s shouting, I was so angry that I smoked.

"Meng Haoran, Wang Changrui, count the number of people and prepare to continue chasing the Japanese!"

"Shense, after Brigade Commander Meng was injured, he inhaled poison gas, and he couldn't do it!"

"Seizen, our acting brigade commander is injured!"

Fan Shaozeng was shocked. The first-class people in Sichuan were not a blow, but the 145th Division was really hard, and there were only ones in total. Two brigade commanders were killed and injured. They were all infected with the poisonous gas from the Japanese and were still yelling to chase the Japanese.

"I, Fan Shaozeng, have all four brigades separated. I don't know if there will be deserters. Where are your division seats?"

Zeng Nanfei was stunned. It was true that the brothers knew about the national war and shouted "Don't get diarrhea" and they knew what they were thinking when the gunshots sounded. Then Liu Ruzhai was not the best example.

Others say that Fan Shaozeng is Ha'er, but in fact he feels like a mirror.

"Captain Fan, I am unforgettable to thank you for your kindness. I have never forgotten the feelings of helping me!"

"Where is Brother Guohua?"

Zeng Nanfei pointed to the hillside.

"Okay, you can gather the troops first. My four brigades have run apart and are gathering. Brothers, rest for twenty minutes. I will look at Guohua. We will continue to chase and stab him Tanishou's ass!"

The 145th Division artillery battalion on the mountain suffered great losses, and two-thirds of the casualties were covered by Japanese retaliatory artillery.

Rao Guohua is organizing first aid for the guards and surviving artillery.

Li Yong was a guard who had followed Liu Xiang for many years and went to the 145th Division to be the captain of the 145th Division to be seriously injured and unconscious. Under the light of torches and flashlights, his back was bloody and bloody. Rao Guohua dared not act rashly, so he was carried to the tunnel, waiting for reinforcements to come and sent back to the field hospital in the direction of the Group Army Command.

"Guohua, did you send a report to the Grand Marshal? He is worried about you very much!"
Chapter completed!