Chapter 597 "Amitabha"

Hiroji Yamamoto clearly judged that it was impossible for the Chinese army to draw out twenty divisions of troops to reinforce Anqing in such a short time.

But the telegram from the headquarters then ruthlessly shattered all the fantasies of Hiroji Yamamoto.

In Matsui Ishione's order, what Yamamoto Hiroshi only needs to do is how to organize the Anqing attack war, rather than make arrangements for the entire battle situation. This is what the headquarters should do.

This also shows that Hiroji Yamamoto has completely lost Matsui Ishione's trust in him.

If you can no longer attack Anqing as soon as possible, you may soon even be exempted from the position of commanding Anqing's combat.

Hiroji Yamamoto began to realize that the Imperial Army command system had begun to be in chaos, distrust and exclude each other. Even this situation occurred between the commander and the chief of staff, and this was the most terrifying thing.

The only thing I can do now is to try to build Anqing according to the command's wishes...

But Anqing is like a steel city wall, firmly blocking the island army's way forward...

Anqing, November 28th year of the Republic of China.

Lin Weidong stood there straight, his lips pursed tightly, standing there like a statue, his eyes staring at the front.

There were rumbling cannons and shouts of killing were endless.

The offensive and defense sides are now in a wonderful stage. During the day, the island army is the dominant force in the attack, and at night, the attacking party becomes the Chinese army.

The enemy and our attack forces are intertwined, and in front of every building and every position, there is a battle of sacrificing oneself.

Good news comes from the General Command every day. Just yesterday, he just got that most of the Japanese pirates' 3rd Division was defeated. The Chinese army of six divisions was advancing towards Anqing under the personal command of the commander-in-chief.

In Anqing, due to the active attack of the Chinese army, a large number of casualties and injuries of the island army were caused. The defense divisions supported each other and cooperated with the increasingly tacit understanding, which greatly alleviated the pressure of defense.

It all seems to be heading in a good direction.

But Lin Weidong knew that Anqing's defense had reached a very serious level.

During this period of defensive operations, the Anqing defenders suffered heavy casualties and were quickly consumed. Although under the supervision of the commander-in-chief, several large-scale resupplies were carried out from Wuhan, they were far from able to keep up with the consumption speed.

Especially the consumption of troops is not replenished at all.

Some companies had only a few people left, and telephones and telegrams asking for reinforcements were heard one after another, but Lin Weidong's reserve team had only the last division's strength.

As more and more troops of the island nation army entered the city, the battle was severely tilted towards the side that was unfavorable to the Chinese army...

Yingjiang Temple, the 87th Division.

"Take two more companies up, and the Yellow Group will continue to support it!"

"The division seat is fierce, the artillery fire is fierce, and the high regiment position has been broken through several places. Please reinforce!"

"Let Gao Weichang take back the position himself, there is only one brigade of Japanese people on his side!"

"Teacher, the headquarters phone number, ask if we can withstand the situation?"

"Tell the commander, there is no problem, no problem, the position outside Yingjiang Temple is still in our hands!"

After putting down the phone, Qi Lin felt that smoke was about to come out of his throat. He was about to call the orderly soldiers, but he remembered that the orderly soldiers had been sent to the lost troops to find out the situation.

"General, have a drink of water."

A sound of firmness sounded behind him, and a cup of tea was handed to Qi Lin's hand.

Qi Lin took a sip, his mouth full of fragrance, and glanced at the tea in the cup, which was clear and green.

"This is Yongxi Water and Fire Green, and it has been royal tributes throughout the ages." Xinjian said with a smile: "This was brought to me by my apprentice before the outbreak of the Battle of Anqing. I saw the general commanding all night, so I took it out..."

"Haha, the abbot is not a generous person either. It seems that I am lucky today. I can drink the tea that the emperor can drink for a while. If I have the life to survive, I will definitely try my best to get some back to the abbot..."

Qi Lin said with a big laugh.

Xin Jian smiled and put his hands together: "That's right, although Xin Jian is a monk, he doesn't care about those yellow and white things, but he values ​​tea the most and can't change this bad habit. I think the general's blessedness is a person who lives for a long time. I think he has a great chance to return these things..."

After a few jokes, the strong-minded disciple Suzhen came over.

"Abbot, except for the brothers who are treating the wounded in front of me, the monks from Yingjiang Temple have gathered together, with a total of 278 young monks!"

Qi Lin was stunned, not knowing what Abbot Xinjian wanted to do.

My heart firmly proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"The country is broken, and monks cannot avoid their own lives. Seeing that the Japanese attacks are fierce, the general urgently needs troops, so he organized all the young monks in the temple for the general to drive them to kill the thieves!"

Qi Lin then came to his senses and said hurriedly.

"Abbot, this is absolutely impossible. There is no bullet on the battlefield. Moreover, since ancient times, he has not killed animals, but is a monk..."

Heart-stabilizing interrupted him.

"The general doesn't need to refuse. I think if the ancestors of all generations are in a firm position, they will do this. We are monks and people from China. If the Buddha is punished, they will bear it alone. Amitabha!"

Qi Lin felt excited and clasped his hands together as if he was determined.

"Abbot, I understand. If the Buddha really punishes me, let me and the abbot bear it together..."

"Monk, what's your name? Why did the Master bring you here? Can you shoot?"

Gao Weichang looked at the monk beside him strangely and asked curiously.

"General, the Dharma name of me is Suyuan, and I am the second disciple of the abbot. I have become a monk since I was a child and have never touched a weapon. I would like to ask the general to give me more advice to me."

Gao Weichang glanced at the more than 100 monks around him who looked extremely nervous on their faces and shouted loudly.

"Zhen Song!"

"Come!" The second company commander Zhen Song answered loudly and ran over.

"Your company has the greatest casualties. These monks will be assigned to your company and teach them how to use guns. Remember, before 2:00 pm, you must take back your lost position!"

"Yes, take back the position before two o'clock!"

A wonderful picture suddenly appeared on the position. In the counterattacking Chinese army, many monks with guns and charging with soldiers appeared.

These monks looked extremely nervous, leaning against Zhen Song's Suyuan gritted his teeth and fired a shot. The loud noise made him shudder and he almost landed the gun on the ground.

"Master, don't be nervous. This is the case when I go to the battlefield for the first time. Just wait until I get used to it." Zhen Song's submachine gun in his hand spit out a string of flames and said loudly.

In a blink of an eye, the two Japanese rushed towards Zhen Song from several sides. Zhen Song stabbed one, but then he was also stabbed by the Japanese. Seeing the Japanese bayonet falling down towards him, just as Zhen Song closed his eyes in despair, a gunshot sounded around him.

The Japanese fell beside him.

"Amitabha, Bodhisattva forgives my disciples!"

A Buddha's name was heard by his side, and Zhen Song got up from the ground. He saw that Suyuan saved him and attacked the Japanese.

Suyuan was trembling all over and kept proclaiming the Buddha's name. This was his first time killing people. Before that, he had never even killed a mosquito. He didn't know where he got the courage, and he actually dared to shoot and kill someone...

"Master, thank you." Zhen Song, who was still scared, said gratefully.

As Zhen Song said, as long as you do anything for the first time, the psychological obstacles will be completely lifted.

Soon, Su Yuan and his brothers began to take up weapons and fight the Japanese like real warriors.

"Master, aren't it much better?"

Regaining the position, taking advantage of the renovation of the position, Zhen Song came to Suyuan and asked. He took out a cigarette and was about to hand it to Suyuan, but suddenly he thought that he didn't know if the monk could smoke, so he put it in his mouth with a smirk.

This time, Suyuan killed two Japanese devils in total. When he killed someone for the first time, he was both nervous and scared, but when he killed someone for the second time, he seemed much more calm.

"I think I will go to hell after my death." Su Yuan smiled bitterly.

"No." Zhen Song said flatly: "If Master Yan really treats Master that way after the Master dies, then our soldiers who sacrificed underground will definitely stand on the Master's side and will not let Master Yan go, promise!"

"General must not say that, Master Yan Luo will hear it."

Su Yuan suddenly became nervous and said hurriedly.

If you kill someone, you will be killed. But if you want to say that, Su Yuan, a monk who has become a monk since childhood, is still very frightened.

Zhen Song sighed, and the fierce battle brought these monks who had always eaten vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name and wanted to achieve perfect merits into a terrible war...

When will the war end?

"The devils are coming up, the devils are coming up!"

With such shouts, all the people on the position suddenly entered the battle...

The machine guns were ringing there, and the Japanese were very fierce in their firepower. After more than half an hour of fierce fighting, the western position of the Second Company's defense fell into the hands of the Japanese again, and a squad of soldiers on the position were all killed.

"Organize the staff and take it back for me!"

Zhen Song shouted loudly with red eyes. The location there was very important. The Japanese set up a machine gun and could soon shoot their own positions unscrupulously.

A platoon of soldiers rushed out. Zhen Song saw the figure of the monk Suyuan among these people. He was about to stop him, but he saw that he had rushed out with his fellow brothers.

"Protect the master, protect the master!"

Zhen Song shouted anxiously, that was his savior. Moreover, when the group gave these monks to him, he had already explained to him that he had tried his best to ensure their safety.

In the flying rain of bullets, Suyuan and the soldiers around dodged the enemy's bullets and charged together, and from time to time, leaning over and jumping up like a real soldier on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!