Chapter 605: Long live Anqing!

The battle that was originally going on in a vigorous and vigorous line on the Anqing outside suddenly calmed down.

Except for a few troops who continued to maintain an attack, most of the main forces became extremely quiet. The sound of gunfires kept ringing in Anqing City all night, and the Chinese troops outside the city seemed to have not heard it at all.

"Zheng Yong is waiting for the main force to gather, and then launches a general attack on us!"

Hiroji Yamamoto quickly judged Zheng Yong's intention. He looked at Anqing coldly: "Order all units to accelerate the attack. If my judgment is not wrong, the Chinese army will choose to launch an attack from the 20th to the 25th day, so that the 106th Division would resist to the end even if it fought until the last soldier!"

The Japanese pirates immediately increased their attacks, and almost half of their power was deployed to the battlefield.

The sound of gunfire almost submerged the entire battlefield, and the flames swept across every place. Every day and every hour, thousands of people died here, and Anqing has become a huge slaughterhouse.

The troops that were thrown in had disappeared without a trace in a short while, and no one even cared about how they disappeared.

Both parties' physical strength and spirit have reached their limits. Now they are relying on their final willpower to support them to see who is the first to fall...

The guard division and the 87th division were the most under attack. Obviously, the Japanese pirates regarded these two elite troops of the Chinese army as the main targets.

In their opinion, as long as these two troops were defeated, it would be equivalent to disintegrating the determination of Anqing's military and civilians to resist to the end...

On the 19th, the 87th Division of Yingjiang Temple lost all its peripheral positions and was forced to retreat to Yingjiang Temple to defend. This thousand-year-old ancient temple was directly exposed to the artillery fire of Japanese pirates.

Qi Lin, who was slightly injured on his body, tried hard to command his troops to continue to fight.

The contact with the headquarters has been cut off, and now it is entirely a battle of independent self.

Just like the soldiers in the bloody battle, more than half of the monks in Yingjiang Temple who were organized to participate in the war were killed or injured during this period.

Abbot Xinjian takes the old and weak monks who cannot go to the battlefield every day to recite scriptures silently, praying silently for the Chinese soldiers who are fighting hard outside and for his disciples.

On the 19th and 20th, time passed by little by little, and both sides were gritting their teeth and fighting hard. The battlefield of noisy artillery fire made people feel a terrible calm, as if something was coming to Anqing quietly...

"Report, most of our army has been assembled!"

Zheng Yong raised his head from the map and pondered for a moment.

"Order, each unit immediately attacks the attack location, wait for the order, and launches an attack on time at 8:00 on the 22nd!"

"Report, I lost contact with Anqing Headquarters!"

"Report, and the guard division lost the continuity!"

A report that was not good news did not affect Zheng Yong.

"Continue to contact Anqing. This battle will be directed by me personally, code-named 'Massacre'!"

Codenamed "Massacre"!

The staff officers in the General Command looked at each other, and the commander-in-chief had a murderous intent this time.

On the 20th, the Chinese army completed the assembly and began to move to designated locations. On the 21st, an attack on the 106th Division of the Japanese pirates had been formed, and the "massacre" plan was about to begin!

But at this time, An Qing did not know any "massacre" plan.

They didn't even know when the general attack would begin. The only thing they could know was that the last third of the defense positions of Anqing's Chinese army remained...

All the Anqing oil factory defended by the Guard Division fell into the hands of the Japanese pirates, and the Japanese pirates launched a fierce attack on Anqing Middle School from four directions.

The Renxiao Road defended by the Ninth Regiment was finally lost, and the Ninth Regiment, which had most of the casualties, retreated to Anqing Middle School for defensive operations. For the officers and soldiers of the Guard Division, everyone realized that this might be their last battle.

The only person who doesn't care much is their teacher.

Fang Yuxi didn't think there was anything worth being sad about. The guard division or the entire Anqing was the responsibility of this. He held on to every inch of the corner of the place, and even if he was killed in battle, he had to wait until the main attack force arrived.

I should have done it myself, and the guard division will not disappoint the commander-in-chief's expectations.

In the early morning of the 22nd, the final battle at Anqing Middle School began.

All the troops that the Guard Division could mobilize were put on the battlefield.

Fang Yuxi, Zhou Shuixuan... all senior officers of the division headquarters appeared in the position with weapons.

Revolutionary fighters, success!

In the eyes of the guards, this moment has arrived...

The Japanese pirates' shells fell on Anqing Middle School like rainstorms. The rising fires covered every position, and the dust splashed up made people unable to open their eyes.

All sides were surrounded by enemies, and even if the commander wanted to reinforce, it was impossible.

"The master's seat is in contact with the 87th Division."

This report made Fang Yuxi stunned and then smiled bitterly.

"This is good. I didn't contact the nearby friendly troops, but I contacted the 87th Division. Yingjiang Temple is so far away from us. I ask, how is their situation?"

"All the outer positions of the 87th Division are lost. Now they are relying on Yingjiang Temple to resist. The entire division is seriously injured and the situation is not optimistic."

Fang Yuxi shook her head, it seemed that Anqing was the same everywhere.

"Master, the 87th Division asked us about our situation."

"We? Tell them that the Japanese pirates' bayonets are almost under my nose, and my troops are ready to sacrifice!"

"Well, I, the King of Hell."

"What?" Fang Yuxi widened her eyes, as if she didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"It's Commander Qi Lin from the 87th Division. He said, "I'll see you all, King of Hell!"

Fang Yuxi smiled: "Tell Commander Qi, who will come first, who will help you book a good seat? I know that they were the German and military divisions in the past, and the military pay is sufficient. I have made a lot of money in recent years. Remember to bribe me more than the King of Hell!"

The officers around him laughed together, starting from knowing the teacher, but they had never heard the teacher say such things, although this joke was not funny at all.

"Teacher Qi called back. I'm so poor that I'm so poor that I guess you're leaving before me. You'd better go and talk to Master Yan."

Amid a burst of laughter, the Japanese pirates' shells exploded at Anqing Middle School again. Fang Yuxi picked up the submachine gun at his hand and said with great enthusiasm.

"Let's go, kill the Japanese!"

"Let's go, kill the Japanese!"

A loud and heroic sound rang out, and guns were held in the hands.

Looking at the Japanese pirates rushing up, Fang Yuxi, Zhou Shuixuan, Duan Baifeng, Kong Bin... all the guns in their hands were spitting out flames.

They are not afraid of death, they have forgotten what death is.

Fight, persist in fighting, persist until the arrival of the main attack force, persist until the last person falls here...

This battle that started in the early morning of the 22nd is something that no one in the guard division will forget.

After the Anqing Oil Factory was lost, the remnants of the First Brigade and the Second Brigade were transferred to the headquarters to protect the safety of the headquarters and to carry out the final defense at Anqing Middle School was the glorious Third Brigade.

This "Tornado Third Brigade" that was terrified by the Japanese pirates was using their actions to tell the enemy that they could defend themselves, and they were also good at defending them!

Hiding behind the mabao, Fang Yuxi raised her head and shot back a few times. Beside her was his old partner Zhou Shuixuan. His shooting skills were much more accurate than Fang Yuxi, and he almost shot without any bullets.

I feel a little regretful. If I die here, what should I do if the "Young Officer Guards Order" do? Who should I continue to lead?

I smiled bitterly, why are you still thinking about these things at this time?

"The chief commander has contacted the chief commander, and the telegram from the commander-in-chief!"

Fang Yuxi almost bounced up and grabbed the telegram.

"The general offensive will officially start at 8:00 on the 22nd. I hope your troops will continue to hold on. Our main army will break through the defense on the 23rd and enter Anqing from the 24th to the 25th.

The contact with the Anqing Garrison Command and various defense forces was interrupted, and only the contact with your troops was just now. The bloody battle in Anqing has prevented the Japanese pirates from moving forward, and has won the most precious time for our main force to defeat the Japanese pirates.

The General Command and the Third War Zone, thank you for your efforts in the battle, and hope to continue to persevere and wait for the main force to enter the city. Long live the Chinese nation and long live the ceremonies!

Zheng Yong!"

"Long live the Chinese nation! Long live the ceremonial celebration!"

Fang Yuxi murmured and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Come, communication class!"

"arrive!"

"Try this telegram to tell Anqing's defenders every means. The commander-in-chief said, long live Anqing!"

"Yes, the communication team will definitely convey it to the defense forces at all costs, long live Anqing!"

Long live Anqing!

This heroic city deserves such a title.

They almost fought hard with their own strength and have been fighting hard until now, although the city's tribes are in the hands of Japanese pirates, as long as Anqing still has an inch of its position, it will prevent the island army from passing here!

"Brothers, brothers of the Guards! Long live Anqing from the commander-in-chief! Fight, the army is coming soon!"

Fang Yuxi's voice sounded in the soldiers' ears, and the sound of machine guns and grenade explosions became louder and louder...

In the early morning of December 20, 2018, in Anqing, the Japanese pirates launched fierce attacks in all directions, and the pressure on Anqing Middle School was the most severe. The Japanese pirates launched an abnormal attack at night almost to the point of being crazy.

The guard division repels the enemy's attacks again and again, and countless soldiers fall on the positions again and again.

The entire company died. After more than two hours of battle, thousands of Chinese soldiers fell on their own defensive positions, but the heavy sacrifice made everyone numb.

The gunshots became a little quieter. Fang Yuxi looked around and felt a little nervous. There were dead people everywhere. Those people were still jumping around just now, but in a blink of an eye, they could no longer hear their voices.
Chapter completed!