{Boom! Boom!} On the wall fortifications at the south gate of Beida Camp, Zhang Xinghan and a communications soldier crouched and quickly came to the side of Deputy Battalion Commander Liu Jianguo.

Listening to the explosions coming from the front, Liu Jianguo pointed to the dazzling red light that kept rising and said to Zhang Xinghan: {Look at the camp, the Japanese are shelling the groves and cabbage fields.}

{Well, this is what I was waiting for.} Zhang Xinghan nodded calmly, took out a pack of cigarettes produced by the Northeast Cigarette Factory from his pocket, handed one to Liu Jianguo, and took another one for himself.

He took out a match and lit the cigarette, and handed the unburned match to Liu Jianguo. Zhang Xinghan took a big puff of the cigarette and felt the spicy smoke billowing in his lungs. Zhang Xinghan couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

It is to enjoy this intoxicating feeling.

The two of them were lying on the fortifications, smoking cigarettes, and watching the Japanese artillery fire ahead as if they were watching a drama. Originally, due to the rush of time, the engineers of the 3rd Battalion were not able to lay too many mines and booby traps in the woods.

It was even sparse in the cabbage field.

But this also achieved the effect Zhang Xinghan expected. Just as Zhang Xinghan expected, when Shimamoto Shoichi learned that the troops suffered heavy losses in the minefield in the grove, in view of the lessons learned from the Kawashima Squadron, Shimamoto Shoichi did not dare to continue.

Instead of letting his men risk a charge, they used mortar grenades to bombard the grove indiscriminately in order to clear the minefield.

In this way, Zhang Xinghan calculated the approximate location of the Japanese attacking troops by observing the ballistics of Japanese mortars and grenade launchers.

First of all, as a Japanese Taisho 11-year-old 50mm grenade, its effective range is only 175 meters, which is less than 200 meters. Even if it bombards huge targets such as woods, it can shoot without distinction. Calculated according to their maximum range,

They are no more than four hundred meters away from the grove.

When the Japanese infantry troops charged, the grenade launchers were always charged with the front-line troops.

It can be inferred from this that the Japanese attacking troops were not too far away from the location where the grenade was launched, and might even be right next to each other.

After making the decision, Zhang Xinghan immediately turned to the communications soldier and said: {Inform the artillery, five hundred meters south of the target grove, carry out an indiscriminate bombardment with coverage, don't be stingy with the shells, and must use up all the remaining shells within ten minutes.}

{Yes!} The communications soldier happily accepted the order, turned around and ran quickly down the wall, disappearing under the night sky of Beida Camp.

Soon, Zhang Xinghan's order was implemented. After receiving the order, the artillerymen quickly adjusted their target positions and began to fire.

The six Krupp 75MM mountain cannons fired almost simultaneously, and the shells were wrapped in scarlet fire balls and landed within a range of 500 meters south of the grove.

Just as Zhang Xinghan guessed, the Japanese grenadiers and mortar artillerymen were almost crowded together and pouring shells towards the grove and the cabbage field to the north of the grove.

And their infantry was waiting in formation not far behind the artillery. Therefore, when six artillery shells flew towards them with a sharp and ear-piercing whistling sound, the Japanese infantry and artillerymen suddenly screamed in fear and scattered one after another.

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However, how could the flying speed of the cannonballs be comparable to their escape speed? Before they could disperse, six cannonballs fell and exploded simultaneously within a radius of less than a hundred meters.

{Boom boom boom!} Amid the violent explosions, dazzling flames shot up into the sky, and countless shrapnel scattered wildly. The Japanese infantry and artillerymen who had nowhere to hide suddenly fell to the ground.

Soon, the second round of artillery bombardment by the Northeastern Army came as scheduled. The people who had been bombed were thrown off their backs, and the Japanese army suffered heavy casualties, which undoubtedly made it worse.

In this way, during the ten-minute bombardment, Shimamoto Shoichi's remaining three squadrons and their attached grenadier gunners were all killed and wounded more than half of them. The open space south of the grove was a mess, with fire and pungent smell.

The smoke of gunpowder and the miserable howls of wounded Japanese soldiers intertwined into a Shura scene.

Shimamoto Shoichi, who was less than a mile away from the explosion site, crawled out from behind a mound under the protection of his guards. He was so shocked by the violent shelling by the Northeastern Army just now that he was pulled into hiding by his guards in panic.

Behind the mound.

When he saw that less than half of his hundreds of subordinates could stand after the Northeastern Army's bombardment, Shimamoto felt a cold feeling from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and he froze in place.

At this moment, the suspension bridge outside the south gate of Beidaying was lowered.

On the wall, Zhang Xinghan wore a steel helmet, clicked a sharp bayonet on the Hanyang-made rifle in his hand, and shouted loudly: {Bayonet on!}

More than 700 officers and soldiers of the 3rd Battalion followed suit. For a time, there were bayonets like a forest on the wall. The 700 officers and soldiers looked solemnly and cast their eyes on Zhang Xinghan. A murderous atmosphere immediately spread.

Zhang Xinghan raised the Hanyang-made rifle with a bayonet in his hand high above his head and roared: {Attack!!!}

{Come on! Destroy little Japan!} Deputy Battalion Commander Liu Jianguo followed closely and shouted loudly.

{Charge! Kill!} The more than 700 soldiers of the 3rd Battalion shouted like thunder, and like a tide, they rushed down the wall, rushed across the suspension bridge, and rushed toward the grove.

Zhang Xinghan and deputy battalion commander Liu Jianguo led a group of top soldiers to the front, feeling that nearly a thousand Northeastern men behind them followed them and launched an unhesitating charge against the once arrogant and arrogant Japanese army.

Zhang Xinghan's heart suddenly surged with pride. Tonight was destined to be the time when the Northeast Army became famous. The titles of coward and coward would forever say goodbye to the group of passionate men behind him.

In fact, countless soldiers from the Northeast are just like them, they are all decent men, they are all brave men who dare to fight the enemy in bloody battles, but no one leads them to complete the heroic feat of dying on the battlefield and being shrouded in horse leather.

But, tonight, the more than 700 soldiers of the Third Battalion belonging to the 7th Brigade of the National Revolutionary Army are different. Since joining the army, they have never fought such a battle to relieve their anger like today. They killed an entire Japanese army with zero casualties.

squadron.

All this was attributed to their commander, battalion commander, Zhang Xinghan. Now Zhang Xinghan took the lead and led them out of the Peking Camp and launched an incredible counterattack against the Japanese army.

This was simply too damn satisfying for the Northeastern Army officers and soldiers who had been tolerating concessions to the Japanese for many years. At this moment, their admiration for Zhang Xinghan reached an unprecedented height.

Looking at Zhang Xinghan's charging back, at this moment, they felt that something still sleeping in their bodies was awakened, and their blood boiled. At this moment, they were truly fearless, without fear of life or death.

{Kill!} The blood in Zhang Xinghan's body was boiling and burning crazily as he was immersed in the scene, and the blood that had been dormant for a long time burst out without reservation at this moment.

Under the roar, Zhang Xinghan and Liu Jianguo took the lead and rushed out of the grove, rushing towards the panicked remnants of the Japanese army that suffered heavy casualties.

An unlucky Japanese soldier met Zhang Xinghan head-on. With an angry roar, he jumped up and kicked him in the chest. A cracking sound of broken bones was heard, and the unlucky Japanese soldier was immediately kicked out by Zhang Xinghan.

Without caring about his life or death, Zhang Xinghan kept rushing forward. An injured Japanese second lieutenant looked at Zhang Xinghan who was rushing towards him in horror. When he got close, he hurriedly raised his knife to slash at him, trying to force him back quickly.

Zhang Xinghan rushed over.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xinghan did not dodge or dodge, nor did he stop. The Hanyang rifle in his hand was like a stick and he swung it head-on.

{Crash!} Zhang Xinghan's rifle collided with the Japanese second lieutenant's saber without any fancy.

The Japanese second lieutenant was injured and was unable to defeat Zhang Xinghan. Zhang Xinghan knocked his saber away immediately. The middle door opened wide, and Zhang Xinghan took advantage of the situation and thrust out the rifle in his hand.

{Pfft!} The sharp bayonet was completely gone, and the sharp tip penetrated directly into the body of the Japanese second lieutenant with bright red blood. The Japanese second lieutenant's eyes stared at the boss, and he lowered his head to look at the man who passed through his chest with a face full of unwillingness.

Bayonet, I wanted to say something, but after a few grunts, only bright red blood surged out.

Zhang Xinghan pulled the rifle back with all his might without an expression on his face. A burst of pungent blood suddenly splashed on his face, and then the Japanese Second Lieutenant's body fell forward unwillingly and fell to the ground.

With blood on his face, Zhang Xinghan waved his rifle forward: {Kill! Leave no one behind!}

The more than 700 soldiers of the 3rd Battalion who had rushed up immediately shouted in response, drowning the remaining Japanese like a tide, and a bloody massacre began immediately.

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The Beida camp was about to win, and when Zhang Xinghan led his troops to kill the enemy in bloody battles, Fengtian City was also in flames, with guns and cannons firing.

Outside the city, thousands of Japanese soldiers from the 29th Infantry Regiment, under the command of commander Yukihiro Hirata, launched violent attacks against Fengtian City again and again.

On the top of the city, General Huang Xiansheng, currently the director of the Liaoning Provincial Security Department and the chief of the Fengtian Police Department, personally led the Fengtian Police Corps, as well as the city defense troops staying in Shenyang and Zhang Xueliang's guards staying at the Marshal's Mansion, were desperately resisting.

Bullets were flying back and forth over Fengtian City, explosions sounded from time to time, and the battle once entered a fierce stage.

{Director, the Japs' offensive is getting more and more fierce. Our brothers have suffered heavy casualties. What should we do?} A fierce battle was going on above the city. Deputy Director Wang Yicai asked General Huang Xiansheng anxiously while shooting down the city.

{What the hell can you do? Behind us is Fengtian City, the Shenyang Arsenal, and hundreds of thousands of Shenyang folks. Here’s the order, whoever dares to retreat will be punished on the spot!

} Huang Xiansheng shouted angrily.

{Yes!} Wang Yicai paused and said: {But, Director, I heard that the 7th Brigade stationed at Beidaying has retreated to Dongshanzuizi, and Beidaying may have been captured by the Japanese army.}

Huang Xiansheng's heart trembled, but he didn't show it on his face. Huang Xiansheng naturally knew about the young commander's order not to resist, but as a Chinese soldier, he really couldn't sit back and watch Fengtian City fall to the Japanese army like this. He really couldn't bear the vastness of Northeast China.

The land was thus handed over to the Japanese.

After a moment's hesitation, Huang Xiansheng sternly rebuked: "Damn it, don't talk nonsense, I can't care about others. I only know that if the little devil wants to step into Shenyang City, he must step on my corpse, Huang Xiansheng." past!}

{Yes! I swear to live and die with Fengtian in my humble position!} Wang Yicai shuddered, turned his head and roared at his subordinates: {Hit me hard!}

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