Chapter 159: Victory Retreat (2)

"The report to the brigade, the southern and eastern lines have been notified, but the telephone number on the western lines is not connected. It is estimated that the telephone line was broken when the Japanese bombarded me just now." The communications officer ran upstairs and reported to Chen Xiuwen with a strong breath.

"You are a fool. The phone is not available, so why don't you send someone to notify me quickly?" Chen Xiuwen shouted with a dark face. The situation on the Western Front is particularly serious now. If you do not retreat in time, it is possible that you are surrounded by the Japanese.

The communications consultant rarely saw the brigade's harp so quickly, and hurriedly saluted and ran downstairs.

The situation at the western frontier position was very dangerous at this moment. Both heavy machine guns were removed at a fixed point by the Japanese grenade launcher, and the firepower suddenly weakened. The Japanese took advantage of this opportunity to continue to suppress the heavy machine guns while pressing up to the frontier position.

Since the order for retreat was not delivered in time, the Japanese continued to attack the first defensive position frantically. The 1st Battalion of the 40th Regiment and the 2nd Company of the Guard Battalion, who were hiding in the ruins of the second defensive node, were taking a breath. Seeing the situation urgent, the first battalion commander quickly concentrated all the machine guns and sent a company to reinforce. If the first defensive position was lost, then the second position where they were located could not be defended at all.

With the addition of ten Czech light machine guns, more than twenty submachine guns and nearly seventy official rifles, the firepower on the frontier positions became fierce again. The powerful firepower net was like an efficient harvester, and the yellow crowd opposite him cut off a large area.

However, the Japanese's firepower is not vegetarian. Nearly 30 heavy machine guns and more than ten grenade launchers tightly suppress the firepower of the defenders. In this regard, the test of the quality of the soldiers is no longer the soldiers' quality, but the soldiers' spirit of sacrifice. Obviously, for both sides, everyone lacks this.

The firepower that was restored lasted for a short period of ten minutes. With heavy machine guns firing and grenade launchers one by one, nearly half of the machine guns were silent again, and the speed of the reduction was also amazing.

"Brothers, once the Japanese break through the frontier positions, we can't defend it. Instead of letting the Japanese break through each one, it's better to fight with the Japanese with the brothers in the supplementary regiment." Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the first battalion commander simply discussed it with the company commander of the Second Company of the Guard Battalion and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, rush up and fight with the Japanese." The second company commander also raised his arms and shouted.

Just as the remaining 400 soldiers from the 1st Battalion of the 40th Regiment and the 2nd Company of the Guard Battalion were about to rush up to join the replenishment team, the communications soldiers of the brigade communications battalion arrived in time and conveyed the order to retreat.

Everyone was so happy that they could not help but be happy. The first battalion commander quickly sent soldiers to the frontier position and replenished the regiment commander Zhu Zhiyong, asking them to retreat quickly.

Zhu Zhiyong, who was holding a crooked hand and trying hard to hold the fire, received the order to retreat, but the Japanese on the opposite side were getting closer and closer. If they gave up the first defensive position at this time, the Japanese would definitely pursue the victory. In this way, it is very likely that they and the brothers on the second position behind them could not withdraw.

Now, except for dozens of brothers from the forty regiment who had just reinforced from the second-tier position, there are only more than one hundred brothers left in the replenishment regiment. Thinking about the more than two thousand brothers who were still full of people five days ago, there are only such a few people left, Zhu Zhiyong's heart suddenly tightened.

"You go back and tell the first battalion commander and let him lead the brothers to retreat quickly and we will stay for cover." Zhu Zhiyong finally gritted his teeth and whispered to the messenger.

"Captain Zhu, but" the messenger said hurriedly when he heard this.

"It's nothing, hurry up, if you don't retreat, everyone will be finished." Zhu Zhiyong said in a low voice with his eyes.

The messenger had to salute Zhu Zhiyong with tears in his eyes, and turned around and ran back to the second-tier position.

Zhu Zhiyong turned his head and glanced at the several confidants beside him who heard the order to retreat, sighed and said, "Don't blame me for being cruel. Someone must stay and hold on at this time."

"Group, stop talking about anything. We are all willing to stay with you and kill a few more Japanese, so it is not in vain to come to this world." The second battalion commander Wang Agen said loudly, patting his chest.

"Yes, Battalion Commander Wang is right, we are willing to stay with you." Several other officers all rushed to say.

Zhu Zhiyong's nose was sour, he held back the tears, bowed to the several confidants surrounding him, "Thank you brothers."

"The Japanese are coming up again." With a shout from the position, Zhu Zhiyong and others quickly picked up their guns and entered the position.

There were continuous explosions on the position again, and fireballs rose one after another. The roar of the machine gun, the strafing of the submachine gun, and the crisp sound of the rifle's shooting roared in unison.

The first battalion commander finally looked at the first position with tears in his face, and shouted: "Retreat." More than 400 soldiers on the second-line position carried the seriously injured to retreat to the north gate.

The positions on the eastern and southern lines have gradually shrunk their positions, blocking them one after another and retreating to the north gate. The county middle school in the center of the county town is about to be abandoned. Before the news of the western front has come, Shen Xiuwen walked to the gate of the county middle school and looked anxiously at the west side with gunfire.

Finally, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps, and officers and soldiers retreated from the western positions appeared in the streets to the west.

"Where is Zhu Zhiyong? The brothers of the supplementary regiment have not retreated." Shen Xiuwen saw that the people who were evacuated were all from the Forty Regiment and the guard battalion, and hurriedly came forward and asked.

"Brigate, Supplementary Regiment and Commander Zhu and others." The second company commander of the Guard Battalion said halfway, tears suddenly came down.

Shen Xiuwen's heart skipped a beat, and he was so anxious that he kicked the second company commander, and shouted loudly: "What's wrong with the supplementary regiment and Zhu Zhiyong?"

"The Japanese's offensive was really fierce. In order to cover our retreat, Commander Zhu and the brothers of the Supplementary Corps continued to stay on the position to block the Japanese's attack." The second company commander cried and said.

Shen Xiuwen's mind suddenly turned blank. The gunshots from the west were filled with the roars of the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the explosion of grenade grenades. Zhu Zhiyong's decision meant that the supplementary regiment was about to be wiped out.

"Retreat." Shen Xiuwen suppressed his grief and yelled and issued the final retreat order.

The rain-like grenade grenade landed on the first defensive position on the western front. After a series of violent explosions, there was finally no movement on the position. From the early morning to the present, hundreds of casualties were killed and killed. Finally, the position was about to be captured. The sudden brigade of the Fujishan United team howled and rushed towards the first position.

Zhu Zhiyong got up from the bloody and bloody corpses that had just fallen by his side. If his adjutant and several guards hadn't pressed him under them quickly, Zhu Zhiyong would have turned into a bunch of flesh and blood. Looking at the corpses of the adjutant and the guards, the grief in Zhu Zhiyong's heart had completely overwhelmed the pain caused by the shrapnel nailed on his back.

Looking at the Japanese rushing up, Zhu Zhiyong wiped away his tears and struggled to stand up. At this time, five figures stood up one after another among the pile of corpses, each with injuries on his body, and forced himself to move towards Zhu Zhiyong. The second battalion commander Wang Agen, the company commander of the third company of the first battalion, and three veterans.

"Brothers, the Japanese are here. Get ready." Zhu Zhiyong picked up a 38-large cover with a bayonet from the ground.

"Malaba, everyone is sucking guns, and they will pull a few Japanese to lie on their backs before dying." Wang Agen, who has always been rough, also picked up two large 38 covers on the ground, handed one to the third company commander who was shot in the abdomen, and had a pale face.

Zhu Zhiyong took out the lieutenant colonel seal representing his identity from his pocket and put it on his collar. He turned around and smiled, "Brothers put on all the military ranks. When they get down, they may be able to get a job in front of the King of Hell."

"The regiment ranks are right. The brothers all put their military ranks on, so that the Japanese people can also open their eyes." Wang Agen said with a smile while wearing his rank of major.

A lieutenant colonel, a major, a captain, two sergeants and a sergeant, and six men watched the surrounding Japanese with bayonets fearlessly.

The Japanese surroundings looked incredibly at the six Chinese officers and soldiers who were almost unable to stand firm but were still intending to resist. There was silence around them. Apart from the bodies that were snapping in the fire, there was no sound. Six Chinese officers and soldiers and hundreds of Japanese confronted each other's limbs and pools of blood. The blood red in their eyes became thicker and thicker, and the murderous intent gathered as much as the substance! A Japanese could no longer bear this murderous intent, and he was about to shoot with a gun!

"Baga!" A Japanese lieutenant pressed the 38 rifle that was about to shoot, and slapped the Japanese twice in the face.

"Hayi." The Japanese soldier quickly lowered his gun.

The lieutenant took two steps forward and saluted the leading lieutenant colonel Zhu Zhiyong. After talking aloud, he turned around and ran backwards.

"Group, what are the Japanese talking about?" Wang Agen asked in a low voice.

Zhu Zhiyong sneered and snorted: "What can I do? I just saw that one of us majors and the other one of us had caught two big fish and rushed to report it."

After a while, a group of Japanese officers came over with a colonel. Seeing the six Chinese officers and soldiers standing there, they smiled with satisfaction and talked again.

A second lieutenant spoke in a stiff Chinese dialect and said, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, this is our corps captain, Colonel Saburo Fujiyama. Our corps captain said that if you can put down your weapons, our great Japanese Imperial Army will ensure your life safety and cure your injuries."

Zhu Zhiyong endured the pain on his back, straightened his back, and smiled coldly, "Tell you what Colonel Kiro is called Fujiyama. If you have the guts, come over and say less nonsense."

"Yo Xi!" After listening to the translation of the lieutenant, Saburo Fujiyama looked at Zhu Zhiyong carefully. He seemed to understand the contempt in the lieutenant colonel's eyes. A trace of respect appeared on his face, and he turned his head and said a few words to the previous lieutenant.

"Hay." The lieutenant bowed, turned around and walked to his team, "You, you, you" clicked six Japanese soldiers out of the line, and pulled the gun and pulled the bullet back.

"The Japanese are listening to the morals of the world. Brothers have a chance to take the lead before they die." Wang Agen glanced at the six Japanese outlined, looked around and said with a smile.

"Kill!" The showdown began, and the twelve people erected bayonets and roared toward each other. The showdown on the battlefield was definitely not like the ones filmed in the film and television. It was never over ten seconds at most, and life and death were separated!

"Clang, tang, tang" a sound of gun collision, mixed with the "puff, pine, pine" sound of a bayonet stabbing into the opponent's body, followed by the screams of the person who was stabbed back.

The confrontation with Zhu Zhiyong was a short and strong Japanese. At the moment of approaching quickly, he roared and pointed at Zhu Zhiyong's chest. What he didn't expect was that the Lieutenant Colonel actually stabbed the Japanese in the chest with all his strength against the shaking bayonet. The Japanese who were unwilling to die together had to change the sting to block and try to unlock Zhu Zhiyong's bayonet. However, Zhu Zhiyong's sting was originally a false move. Seeing that the Japanese used too much force and his abdomen were holed, Zhu Zhiyong drew a beautiful arc in the air and headed straight to the Japanese's belly.

With a "puff", the blood arrow rushed. The Japanese's belly was pierced and their intestines were flowing out. The Japanese fell to the ground and rolled and kept wailing, making people's heart tremble!

"Bang!" The Japanese lieutenant raised his gun and shot this soldier who had no value for rescue.

In the first round, three to six. Only two seriously injured veterans and the third company commander chose to die with the Japanese, and the other three were clean and neatly dealt with their opponents. Wang Agen did not let the Japanese move, and used their masters to get up and sarcastically.

Saburo Fujiyama's face suddenly became very ugly and was shocked. Assassination has always been the subject that the Japanese army is best at, but at this time he had seen unprecedented fear from the expressions of the soldiers watching around him. He had to use the blood of these Chinese soldiers to restore the confidence of the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire. Saburo Fujiyama signaled the lieutenant to send the soldiers with the best assassination skills to fight.

Another assassination began, three very fierce Japanese soldiers fought against Zhu Zhiyong, Wang Agen and another veteran. But the final result was one to three, one veteran fell down, while all three Japanese soldiers fell down.

In the third round, two to two, the final result was 2 to zero. Next, it was still 2 to zero. Zhu Zhiyong had two more bayonet eyes on his body. In order to help Zhu Zhiyong resist, Wang Agen also got a bayonet on his waist.

Facing these two powerful officers Hua, the lieutenant ordered a soldier to leave the line, picked up a gun, and took action himself.

"The rank of the group, I killed four Japanese devils. Not only did I have enough money, but I also earned three." Although Wang Agen only suffered a moment, his injury was much worse than Zhu Zhiyong. He vomited blood in his mouth, his face was pale, and he barely showed a smile.

"The troupe, killing four Japanese devils, not only enough money, but also earning three." Although Wang Agen was only injured for a moment, his injury was much worse than Zhu Zhiyong. He vomited blood, his face pale, and he barely showed a smile: "The troupe, if you still become the troupe leader in the next life, I, Wang Agen, will still be your soldier."
Chapter completed!