Chapter 188: The Battle of Defense of Nanjing (12)

Although this was said on the phone, there was no way to make any mistakes on the flanking positions. After hanging up the phone, Chen Xiuwen quickly withdrew the rank of major general on his collar. Qiao Zhen, who was standing beside him, was shocked when he saw Chen Xiuwen's action. He knew very well what Chen Xiuwen's action meant, and quickly wanted to step forward to pull Chen Xiuwen.

But before Qiao Zhen could hold him, Chen Xiuwen could only hear the order loudly towards Ma Congping at the door: "Tell me my order, all non-combatants in the division will gather together with all their weapons and equipment."

"Yes." Ma Congping ran out, and like Chen Xiuwen, he quickly tore off his major's rank.

Just as Chen Xiuwen was about to find his helmet, he suddenly found that the war room was already busy. More than a dozen staff officers were tearing down military ranks, and the helmets were looking for a gun. A captain even put Chen Xiuwen's helmet on his head in the chaos.

"What are you doing?" Chen Xiuwen shouted.

Everyone's movements were frozen, and they looked at Chen Xiuwen with a blank look on his face. Chen Yiming, who was already holding a submachine gun in his hand, was stunned for a moment, and replied timidly: "Secretary, didn't you just order all non-combatants in the division headquarters to gather?"

"Fart! I haven't finished my words." Chen Xiuwen realized this time that the grammatical errors in his order just now. These staff members were his treasures, so how could they let them go to the position together? He quickly glared at Chen Yiming and shouted. Then he walked to the captain who had just taken his helmet and put it on his head, snatched his helmet, and glanced at the staff members and said, "Except for you, you all stay here honestly for me and make a retreat plan. The others followed me to reinforce the flanking positions."

"But..." Although Chen Yiming was new, he also crawled out of the dead people on the Songhu battlefield. He looked dissatisfied and wanted to argue with Chen Xiuwen.

But before he could finish his words, Chen Xiuwen rushed to him with a quick step, stared at his eyes, pointed at Chen Yiming's nose with his finger, and roared: "Nothing is bad. Chen Yiming, remember it for me. When you arrive at my troops, don't question the command of the superior. If you can't do this, get out as soon as possible."

"I..." Chen Yiming was speechless and blushed and did not dare to say anything.

Chen Xiuwen nodded with satisfaction this time, turned to Qiao Zhen, who looked helpless and said, "Chief of Staff, you are responsible for staying. If I die, you will be the acting commander."

"Yes." Qiao Zhen knew that he could not stop Chen Xiuwen, solemnly saluted Chen Xiuwen and said loudly.

When Shen Xiuwen also gave a serious gift, he saw Qiao Zhen leaning over and whispering: "You must come back alive. The Honorary First Division cannot be without you."

Chen Xiuwen suddenly grinned, patted Qiao Zhen on the shoulder and said, "Do you think you can really become an agent, you are so beautiful."

Qiao Zhen was stunned. Before he could speak, Chen Xiuwen had already picked up his Galand rifle and walked out of the door.

When he walked into the yard, more than 100 people, including the guard squad led by Chen Yi, had already gathered in the yard. The leader was Zheng Huaishan, who was carrying a Browning light machine gun with a big belly.

"Report to the division seat, there are 139 non-combatants in the division headquarters. They have already gathered. Please give me instructions." Zheng Huaishan stepped forward and bowed loudly.

"Old Zheng, can you do it?" Chen Xiuwen poked Zheng Huaishan's stomach and said in a low voice.

"Reporter, I, Old Zheng, also came from the sea of ​​corpses and blood." Zheng Huaishan said loudly with a serious face.

Just as Chen Xiuwen looked at Zheng Huaishan who always kept "safety first" in surprise, he saw him put on the despicable smile that Chen Xiuwen usually didn't like, and whispered: "Master, haven't you said before that men can't say they can't do it? I, Old Zheng, can you be considered a man no matter what."

This time, Chen Xiuwen did not smile with Zheng Huaishan. He felt a little hot in his eyes. He patted Lao Zheng on the shoulder twice, turned around, and shouted loudly at the more than a hundred brothers who were usually with each other day and night standing in the courtyard: "Brothers, come with me to reinforce the flanking positions."

"Yes." More than a hundred men who usually serve as guards, chefs and grooms in the division headquarters shouted in unison.

On the flank position, Wang Shaoping, the commander of the Second Regiment, had already downgraded himself to a machine gunner. He was holding a light machine gun and firing desperately. Seeing that more and more Japanese were slowly beginning to approach the frontline positions, Wang Shaoping was also very anxious and shouted loudly: "Hold on!" At the same time, he kept muttering in his heart: "If you continue to fight, you must attack the Japanese."

"The Japanese are rushing up." Suddenly, the soldiers on the right side of the position shouted. The frontier position on the right had been broken by the Japanese, and more than 20 Japanese with 38-year-old bans rushed into the position.

"Drive out and drive the Japanese out." Wang Shaoping shouted at his soldiers while rushing into the Japanese in his hand at the machine gun in his hand.

With a "bang", Wang Shaoping, who was fired with a machine gun, suddenly staggered and fell into the trench. A bullet hit his shoulder.

"Room seat." The platoon leader next to him exclaimed and helped Wang Shaoping up from the ground. Seeing the wound on Wang Shaoping's shoulders gushing with blood, he quickly called out to the health soldiers.

"What's the name of a ghost? Take your people to drive the Japanese out." Wang Shaoping kicked the guard who was once Chen Xiude, and followed him to the guard platoon leader of the Rongyi Division. He struggled to get up from the ground, took out a box cannon from the gun holster with one hand, and aimed at the Japanese who were rushing up to the position and shot.

At this time, a group of soldiers shouted with bayonets and rushed towards more and more Japanese soldiers who were coming in from the gap in the position, and the two sides instantly launched a hand-to-hand combat.

Just when the front position on the flank was in danger, a crisp sound similar to a typewriter came from behind him. The Japanese who were rushing in from the gap in the position fell to the ground. Wang Shaoping looked back in surprise and saw a group of new forces rushing up from the back mountain. Those who rushed in front were all holding Thomson's submachine guns, box cannons on their waists, and big swords on their backs. Who else would be the guard squad who was not the close-fitting division commander? Wang Shaoping saw Fatty Hong, the chef who was a good-handed division commander, swung grenades and smashed the Japanese crowd. There was also a familiar figure who was tall and wearing a soldier uniform, holding a Galand rifle and constantly pulling the trigger.

"Brothers, the master's seat is here. The master's seat personally brought people to reinforce us. Hold on and defeat the Japanese." Wang Shaoping shouted in surprise.

The orderly soldiers, cooks and grooms in the division headquarters usually have to meet all the troops' assessments like ordinary soldiers, and many of them came from Luodian and Songjiang all the way, and their combat effectiveness was not bad at all. Especially the guard squad of Chen Xiuwen who was rushing to the front, although they were in the guard squad, there were more than 20 people, all of them Thomson's submachine guns, box cannons and big swords, and they were all top players selected from the guard battalion and the special agent battalion. The combat effectiveness of these more than 20 people was no less than that of a company. Faced with the influx of the Japanese, the power of the Thomson's submachine gun was most fully reflected, and almost all the bullets were bitten. In an instant, the gap that was broken through by the Japanese was blocked. Reinforced troops came up, and the morale of the defenders of the Second Regiment and the Engineering Battalion who had retreated were greatly boosted. The remaining dozen Japanese soldiers who were mixed with them also fell under their bayonets.

The Japanese attack was repelled again. Chen Xiuwen, who was panting, sat in the trenches, took out a pack of camel brand cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. At this time, a dark hand reached out from the side and snatched Chen Xiuwen's cigarette that he had not yet had time to put back.

"Ge, foreign cigarettes! I said brother, you are so fat." A veteran in a ragged blue military uniform looked at the camel cigarettes snatched from Chen Xiuwen's hand greedily, and raised the cigarettes in his hands to a group of soldiers wearing ragged blue military uniforms next to him and said, "I saw foreigners smoking this guy when I was in Chongqing. Brothers, you all have a good time today."

"What are you doing..." Chen Yi stood up suddenly and wanted to have an attack, but was stopped by Chen Xiuwen waved his hand.

"Let's share it for brothers." Chen Xiuwen said with a smile. Hearing his accent and their military uniforms, he knew at a glance that they had closed the retreating Sichuan Army two days ago. The veteran who was robbing the cigarette was carrying a military rank of two stars on his head.

The Sichuan Army Lieutenant took a good sip of cigarette, turned around and smiled, "Brother, please feel free." As he said that, he looked at Chen Xiuwen and Chen Yi who was angry with him, and sighed with envy, "You have just come up with reinforcements, right? After all, they are people around the throne, and they are generous."

"Which unit are you from?" Chen Xiuwen started chatting with the Sichuan Army lieutenant while smoking a cigarette.

"The 145th Division, who retreated from Guangde a few days ago, the troops were disbanded by the Japanese. When our dozens of brothers retreated here, they were gathered by your Rongyi Division."

"Rao Guohua's troops?" The 145th Division blocked the 18th Division of the Neon Army in Guangde. After the city was defeated, the Lieutenant General Rao Guohua committed suicide and died for his country, which has been widely publicized. Chairman Jiang, who had not left Nanjing, ordered Nanjing to lower the flag to mourn, and Rao Guohua was also chased by the National Government to become a second-level general of the army.

Hearing Chen Xiuwen calling Rao Guohua's name directly, the Sichuan Army lieutenant's face suddenly changed. However, when he saw Chen Xiuwen showing a respectful look, he slowly restrained the dissatisfaction on his face and sighed, "It's wrong for our teacher to die. If it weren't for the turtle son Niu Ruze's son retreating without authorization, we wouldn't have been defeated by the Japanese. If our teacher was killed in the battle, the turtle son would have become the brigade commander." At the end of the talk, the lieutenant looked indignant.

Chen Xiuwen also heard of Niu Ruze's name. After the Battle of Guangde, he was promoted to Major General Brigade Commander by Gu Zhutong, deputy commander of the Third War Zone, and informed the entire army at the same time. It is said that he was a close confidant of Tang Shizun, the commander of the 21st Army of the Sichuan Army. This was the first time that Chen Xiuwen heard that there was such a thing, and couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

"Master's seat, master's seat." At this time, Wang Shaoping, with an arm hanging on his back, came over in panic all the way. When he saw Chen Yi standing, he found Chen Xiuwen sitting with a group of Sichuan soldiers.

"Teacher, fortunately, you personally brought the troops to reinforce, otherwise I, Wang Shaoping, would have to apologize for death." Wang Shaoping just wanted to raise his hand to salute, but when he thought of the battlefield discipline, he quickly put down his half-raising hand and said with shame.

Looking at the person in front of him who was dressed in rags, covered in blood, with bloody bandages tied on his shoulders, messy hair and smoke on his face, it was difficult for Chen Xiuwen to associate with Wang Shaoping, who always had shiny leather boots and straight military uniforms in his memory. He didn't expect that in just one day and one night, a person's change would be so great.

Chen Xiuwen threw away the cigarette butts in his hand, stood up and pointed at the wound on Wang Shaoping's shoulder: "It doesn't matter if the flower is hanging on his shoulder, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay? It's just that a hole was drilled by the Japanese bullet." Wang Shaoping shook his head hurriedly, then said with emotion and worry, "Master, why did you come up in person?"

"Nonsense, I won't come up? Do you want me to watch you throw the position away?" Chen Xiuwen said with a glaring eyes.

Boda, at this time, the half of the cigarette in the Sichuan Army Lieutenant who had just snatched the cigarette from Chen Xiuwen fell to the ground. Only then did he wake up from his shock and get up from the ground with a group of Sichuan soldiers beside him in panic.

"Master, I... we don't know that you are Master Chen, we..." As he said that, he was about to salute Chen Xiuwen tremblingly.

"Don't move." Chen Yi next to him roared and shouted sternly: "You want the Japanese on the ground to know that the master is here."

The Sichuan soldiers were so scared that they didn't dare to move one by one.

"Okay, okay. Everyone has been fighting for a day and a night. What should we do? What should we do? The Japanese are about to come up again later." Chen Xiuwen said with a smile, then groped out of his body and took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to the trepid lieutenant: "Let's share all the brothers."

The Sichuan Army Lieutenant quickly took the cigarette from Chen Xiuwen's hand with both hands. He was at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Chen Xiuwen smiled slightly, and before leaving, he patted the lieutenant of the Sichuan Army on the shoulder and said, "Lieutenant, stay in Rongyi Division and do your best. Let's fight the Japanese together."

It was not until Chen Xiuwen and Wang Shaoping walked out that they heard the voice of the Sichuan Army lieutenant from behind: "Second, I, Zhang Dafa, will follow you to fight the Japanese in the future."

Chen Xiuwen smiled and did not turn around, but he remembered the name of this Sichuan Army Lieutenant named Zhang Dafa.

After repelling the attack of the 6th Division, unexpectedly, the Japanese did not launch an attack, but retreated from General Mountain. Chen Xiuwen later learned that the 6th Division was blocked from the attack on Yuhuatai, and Gu Suo was forced to transfer the 113th Regiment, which assisted the 114th Division and attacked General Mountain, back to attack Yuhuatai.

"Teacher Commander, the garrison commander's headquarters just called and asked you to go to the garrison commander at 2 pm to attend an emergency meeting." In the Frontier Command of the Second Regiment, Chen Xiuwen received a call from Qiao Zhen.
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