C45 Bloodbath shining mountain

Zhang Fufeng laughed dryly, when it came to fighting, he could not catch up with Chen Ji, so he asked: "Is it that bad?"

Chen Ji frowned, and said snappily: "This is terrible, I don't believe you, that Yan Mingjiang must have lost his Qingpingshan."

Zhang Fufeng still understood Yan Mingjiang quite well. Compared to this disappointing wife and nephew, Yan Mingjiang was still considered to be a great general, and he didn't quite believe her. He shook his head and said, "Yan Mingjiang knows that the Qingpingshan is our army's retreat, we will definitely defend it with our lives."

Chen Ji sighed, "You should also know that the Qingpingshan is the only way for our troops to return to the Mei County, so how could I not know about it?"

Before he could finish speaking, the Telegraph operator from the headquarters rushed out with an urgent message, and said frantically, "Reporting to Tours, Captain Yan has called. The Qingpingshan has been besieged by a large number of Revolutionary Army, causing heavy casualties, and more than half of their positions have been lost.

Chen Ji closed his eyes and did not speak, while Zhang Fufeng was also extremely shocked. With the throw of the Qingpingshan, their two brigades became turtles in a jar, and he suffered the enemy from both sides.

Just as Telegraph operator was about to return to report it, Chen Ji shouted, "No!"

Zhang Fufeng lost his composure and shouted: "Why not?"

Chen Ji said: "The enemy's strength is unknown, now that Southern aperture and Qingpingshan have fallen at the same time, I am afraid that the enemy's strength will be more than two Regiments, if they recklessly send out one, I am afraid that they will fall into enemy's ambush."

Zhang Fufeng didn't have an idea for a while, and said with a bitter face: "I can't do this, I can't do that. You decide how you want to fight it. "

After staying in the rain for a few minutes, Chen Ji clenched his teeth, and said decisively: "Gamble, order the frontlines to tear a hole for me, we will retreat to Xing Ning."

Zhang Fufeng was also not completely useless. When he heard this, he shook his head and shouted, "No, no. Xing Ning is already a dead end, the Revolutionary Army are determined to win against Xing Ning, it will be difficult to think of taking him in and coming out. "

Chen Ji paced back and forth in the rain and said, "All the groups at the frontlines are entangled with the enemy. It's too late to retreat now."

Zhang Fufeng sighed, clenched his teeth and said: "Xing Ning is Lin Hu's old lair, we are people who compete for the throne, we were originally not listening, but now I understand, the old brat Lin Hu has gone, let's go back to the Mei County."

"Withdraw?" Chen Ji laughed coldly: "They are all grasshoppers on a string. Lin Hu is doomed.

Zhang Fufeng said: "That's still better than wiping out the troops for nothing, as long as the troops are in our hands, we can't go anywhere."

Just as the two were at a loss about what to do, the Southern aperture's battle had already ended. After the remaining enemy troops were cleared, the enemy troops had already lost their will to fight, they fearfully hid away, waiting for the sky to darken, Yu Jishi had the soldiers shout for them to come out and set the village on fire.

"The battle of the Southern aperture took more than an hour. The Second Army had been encircled and annihilated to form the Ninth Brigade, killing more than 200 people. More than 500 prisoners were captured and 600 rifles were captured."

Yu Jishi waved his hand to interrupt the Queue length's report, and said: "We can talk about these matters later. Leave behind a platoon of guards and captives, the rest follow me and attack Huang Renhuan's First Division from the side."

Divine Light Mountain

Although the sky was dark, the battle on the hillside was still in full swing. Countless bullets flew across the air accompanied by fiery sparks, and rumbling thunder and thunder rumbled through the air as waves after waves of people attacked the camp on the mountainside like tidewaters.

Huang Renhuan's method of increasing the morale of the troops with his money and officials had been very effective. The soldiers who dreamt of becoming rich and powerful fought ferociously, fearlessly, and in a row, broke through the three defensive lines set up by the Mentor's Guild s of Mo Chi Temple and the Flower Searching School. In the evening, the enemies' offense did not decrease at all.

Huang Renhuan personally led the troops to attack it. Every time he took down a position, he would move the command post there, to show that the battle was over. And every time he recaptured a position, he would immediately reward the ocean to the bravest soldiers, and at the same time promote the fire line to lead the military officers.

Like this, the soldiers who had received an example were even more ferocious, the First Battalion, which was known for its unyielding character, unexpectedly did not win at all, and continued to retreat until they were more than 10 metres away from the top of the mountain. In the end, the First Battalion Leader led the troops to counterattack, and fought Bai Renzhan thrice in order to stabilize the battle.

He Yingqin strode to Chen Cheng's artillery camp, and before he even entered the door, he asked, "Why is the artillery camp ceasing to fight?"

Chen Cheng looked at He Yingqin and said: "The sky is already dark, we are afraid of hurting our own people, so we stop firing."

He Yingqin was born in the infantry and did not understand much about artillery, but back in the days when he was studying at the military academy, he knew that artillery could shoot at night, so he frowned and said: "After fighting for an entire day, I know the coordinates of every place, artillery camp is shooting according to the map, how could they miss?"

When Chen Cheng heard this, he was displeased. Although the artillery camp had temporarily taught a group of people how to fire, it was up to him to decide. He could explain this matter, but he was not too interested in He Yingqin, so he said: "It's not impossible for us to miss, artillery itself is hard to nurture, the current artillery is only capable of firing cannons, it's not like they know how to do maps, if you want me to fire it, that's fine, but if you want me to bomb our own people, don't blame me."

He Yingqin was the main instructor when he was at the military academy. After entering the Mentor's Guild, he started teaching a group leader, so other than Principal Jiang Jieshi and the Party representative Liao Zhongkai, he had the most experience in the entire army, and had the most achievements as well. Even two groups leader Shen Yingshi had to call him Old Company Leader when he saw him.

Chen Cheng replied, "I will obey your orders."

He Yingqin suddenly became furious, and asked sternly: "You dare to defy orders on the battlefield?"

Chen Cheng swept his eyes across He Yingqin, and said unwillingly: "I am the Battalion Commander of the artillery camp, there is no need for Captain He to instruct me on how to fight."

He Yingqin's face turned ugly, the Divine Light Mountain's offense and defense were extremely difficult, both sides understood the importance of divine light, thus both sides had been fighting intensely since the start of the battle. Especially when the sky was dark, the enemy's offense was getting fiercer and fiercer, and the first battalion in front had suffered heavy casualties.

Hearing Chen Cheng's words, He Yingqin could no longer hold back. Pointing to the southwest direction of Divine Light Mountain, he stared straight into Chen Cheng's eyes and spoke in a deep voice: "The soldiers are fighting a battle where they are risking their lives. You don't know how hard it is to fight, you are the Battalion Commander of the artillery camp, I can't control you, but can't you think of a way to fire a few cannons to support the soldiers?"

Chen Cheng and He Yingqin looked at each other expressionlessly, and the two of them stood at the artillery camp's position staring at each other, while the people beside them did not even dare breathe, and some of them even secretly went to request for the Party representatives and the Chief of Staff.

After a long while, Chen Cheng avoided He Yingqin's gaze and shouted to the soldiers of the artillery camp: "All classes enter the cannon positions, take your positions."

The soldiers of the artillery camp entered the cannon position in a well-trained manner, and started to adjust their firing rates to aim at the top of their heads. (TL: OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG/OMG)

"Artillery Observing Hand in place!"

"All cannons are ready!"

He Yingqin ordered the vice captain of the battalion to grab the marked map and shouted loudly: The target is the southwest.

All the gunners shouted loudly, "Prepare, release!"

He Yingqin stood at the side in silence, and did not look at him after Chen Cheng gave the order.

"Boom!"

Rays of orange fire burst out from the muzzles one after another, the rapid gunfire tearing people's eardrums and the sharp whistling sounds of artillery shells. A few seconds later, bursts of red light burst out from the hillside in the southwest direction, followed by a loud explosion.

Chen Cheng glanced at He Yingqin who was gritting his teeth, He Yingqin did not often come into contact with artillery camp, he was even pursing his lips when he shot, the sound of the cannon made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He heaved a sigh of relief and asked the artillery observer, "How is it?"

The artillery watcher was at the buddhist pagoda of the God of Light Temple, and he quickly replied: "High XX, left XX."

Chen Cheng calculated in his mind and immediately calculated a reasonable amount of data. He then corrected his calculations and said to He Yingqin who was at the side: "Guild Leader He, the artillery barrage will last for fifteen minutes, allow the various camps to restrain their soldiers, do not cause any jokes about them exploding on their own people."

He Yingqin did not say a word, but he gave a proper military salute to Chen Cheng and the soldiers of artillery camp.

Chen Cheng looked at his watch, and ordered: "Attention to the cannons, amend the cannons and shoot in accordance to the designated coordinates. Time: 15 minutes."

The soldiers in the yellow military uniform slammed onto the ring of the teaching trench without stop, and every time the teaching position was shaken until it seemed to be on the verge of breaking down, a burst of urgent charge signal would cut through. Along with the sound of the horn, a wave of heartfelt howls came out, and figures who were not afraid of death would jump out from the rear of the trench as the gray shadow led the soldiers to launch a countercharge with their bayonets held high by Huang Pu. Under the dim sky, the red flag was even brighter than the red blade, as it collided with Keng's flesh, causing hot blood to spurt out.

Huang Renhuan could see everything clearly through the telescope. Every single time they collided in front of him, he would feel his body trembling, and an instant later, he felt cold sweat slowly seeping out from his back. He held his breath, and stared at the bright bayonet fighting with all his might.

"Charge forward."

The chief of staff at the side opened his eyes wide, clenched his fists and shouted. The other staff officers also growled, as if their words could motivate the soldiers at the front line to rush up.

The reason for this was to make up for the lack of firepower on both sides. Generally speaking, the casualty ratio was 1: 1. This not only required outstanding fighting skills, but also a strong psychological bearing.

To the recruits with less combat experience, Bai Renzhan was a test of quenching their skills. The price was life or death, every time they fought in rows after rows of sharp blades without any extra tricks, they would fight to the death without any fear of death.

When the battle had reached its most desperate state, the Whampoa Academy Army's battle will would remain the same, and the enemy would automatically become fearful of the fugitive Revolutionary Army. The prerequisite to becoming a rich official was that they had to live, and their battle will slowly weaken, then their morale would decline, as if they were fighting a tug of war. Under this situation, the enemy finally could not hold on anymore, and they awkwardly threw their corpses on the ground and retreated like a tide.