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Chapter 87

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    At this point in the fight, the competition was all about willpower. The Japanese army couldn't hold back anymore, but Masaichi Omura still refused to give up completely. He quickly assembled the remaining troops and began to retreat towards the north gate.  able to arrive in time.

    It's a pity that Omura Masaichi's wish is bound to come to nothing. Wild Bear Mountain, the only way to go, is occupied by the national army. After the tanks and cannons were dug out, Li Biao's firepower was already very strong, and he wanted to rush over in a short time  That's not realistic.

    The persistent Omura Masaichi wasted the last chance to retreat, and he was completely entangled with the 192nd Division. The two sides launched a fierce street battle in the city, but Omura Masaichi never thought that they were the loser.  His morale was greatly hit, and he was almost desperate for this battle. He barely fought, and he couldn't exert his due combat effectiveness at all.

    The street fighting was also very tragic, almost using human lives to push forward, but after all, the 192nd Division is a new force, and the Omura Regiment is a remnant army, which has lost its due combat effectiveness.  The Japanese retreated much faster than expected.

    In just over an hour, the Japanese army was completely compressed within 100 meters around the north gate, and there was only less than one brigade left in a regiment. The soldiers no longer had the desire to fight, and there was no comeback  Seeing this clearly, Masaichi Omura gave the order to retreat with difficulty.

    But this delay made it impossible to retreat. The 19th Division, which originally attacked the west gate, had already completely moved outside the north gate, without even establishing a position. When the north gate opened, following Officer Li's order,  Shouts of killing rang out outside the north gate, and soldiers from the 19th Division surrounded the Japanese army.

    There was an interception and there was a chase after that. Omura Masaichi was desperate. The two sides got together. The desperate little devils couldn't make up for the extreme disadvantage in numbers. Finally, they were defeated. At around twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Omura Masaichi  A regiment of troops was wiped out outside the north gate of Changxing. Omura was killed in the battle, but no one escaped, not even a single prisoner.

    Changxing City has been taken down. Whether it is Chief Li of the 19th Division or Chief Zeng of the 192nd Division, they are all excited. The recovery of Changxing is such an exciting news.

    Only Liu Yang had a bitter expression on his face. After resting, Liu Yang greeted the sheep dung ball, only to find that the sheep dung ball had already died in battle.  It wasn't fatal enough, but the blood stained his uniform, and he was lying motionless on the ground. If he wasn't still panting, he would have thought he was dead.

    Not to mention others, even Liu Yang had more than a dozen wounds, large and small. The most serious one was a hole in his leg, and the arm of Zheng Jinfeng beside him was also pierced.

    Speaking of Zheng Jinfeng, Liu Yang felt a little ashamed. Perhaps the secret agent battalion worked so hard, mostly because Mrs. Yingzuo was also on the front line, holding the lancet in her hand, and beheaded no less than fifteen little devils.  It aroused the blood of the men in the secret service camp.

    "Yingzuo, it's very miserable. One hundred and eighty-six people were killed, seventy-three people were seriously injured, and slightly injured—" Xiucai counted, including Huzi's third company, in this battle, two people fell.  More than 150 people, a whole company of brothers, not to mention minor injuries, there is no one in the whole battalion who is not injured.

    Liu Yang didn't speak, and he had nothing to say. Since he was shrouded in horse leather, his death on the battlefield is the destination of a soldier. There is nothing to worry about, at least half of his troops are left.

    "Tiger he—" The brows were condensed into a pimple, and the scholar hesitated.

    His heart sank, Liu Yang couldn't keep his composure any longer, he grabbed Xiucai's hand, "What's wrong with Huzi?"

    Grinning, Xiucai sighed: "The tiger is not dead yet, but the injury is too serious and he is already in a coma. The military doctor is resuscitating him. I don't know—"

    After being stunned for a while, Liu Yang fell down and sat in a pool of blood, and let out a long breath: "I hope the tiger can survive, Xiucai, help me, let's go and see the tiger."

    Pulling Liu Yang up with difficulty, the two limped towards the proposed field hospital, which was full of wounded soldiers, most of whom were from the secret service battalion. As an officer, Hu Zi still received special care.  A military doctor is treating the tiger, and several nurses are busy around the tiger.

    Huzi was lying on a bed with a pale face, which was a sign of excessive blood loss. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped at this time, but she was already in a severe coma. Even if the doctor dug shrapnel from her body, Huzi was only instinctive.  Twitching, but people can't open their eyes.

    "Huzi, my brothers are waiting for you to survive, I still have a jar of good wine—" Looking at Huzi, Liu Yang couldn't tell what it was like when he crawled out of the dead together.There are a few brothers, and now they have died one by one, leaving fewer and fewer brothers.

    The scholar was also silent, the sheep dung ball died, Fan Jinshui died, Fang Dakun died, Ge Shitou died, now the tiger is in danger, people really do not have the joy of victory.

    "Ying Zuo, Chief Zeng of the 192nd Division has come to see you." Zhao Laifu walked over slowly with a gun in one hand.

    Mr. Zeng?  Taking a deep breath, Liu Yang calmed down, looked outside, and saw a middle-aged man in general uniform walking in.

    Subconsciously, he went up to him, but the wound was pulled as soon as he lifted his leg, and he couldn't help but gasped, unable to laugh out loud.

    "Liu Battalion Commander, sit down quickly, is the injury serious?" Commander Zeng saw Liu Yang's miserable condition from a distance, hurriedly walked a few steps, and stretched out his hand to support Liu Yang.

    "It's okay, Chief Zeng also sat down to talk." Liu Yang sat down on a chair without forcing himself, and Zhao Laifu also moved a chair for Chief Zeng.

    "Liu Battalion Commander, your spy battalion is the toughest team I've ever seen. You must have at least half of the credit for winning Changxing—" Commander Zeng sighed. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't be able to think about this battle.  How tragic.

    With a wry smile, Liu Yang shook his head: "Our 11th Division was almost wiped out in Shanghai back then. It was even more tragic than this battle. You don't need to praise us, Mr. Zeng. Your brothers from the 192nd Division are also very brave. You can still kill us."  The little devil's crap—"

    Haha burst out laughing, Chief Zeng smiled wrinkled his face, obviously very beautiful in his heart, but kept humble in his mouth: "It can't be compared with your spy battalion."

    Everybody carried the bridal sedan chair, and everyone understood this reason. Chief Zeng would never show courtesy to a corporal just to say a few nice words, but if Chief Zeng didn't speak, Liu Yang naturally pretended to be stupid, and just laughed with Chief Zeng.

    After talking for a while, Commander Zeng also noticed that Liu Yang was slipping, knowing that going on like this would miss the point at all, he couldn't bear it any longer, and coughed heavily: "Battalion Commander Liu, your spy battalion suffered heavy casualties, brother  We all worked hard with our lives, and the spoils we captured—"

    Sure enough, he came here for the benefit. Although he was reluctant, Liu Yang knew that he must not eat alone, otherwise he would have no friends.

    After pondering for a while, I already had a plan in my heart, and let out a sigh of relief: "This time our secret service battalion lost three tanks. Those tanks should be regarded as our trophies, otherwise it will be difficult to talk to the brothers."

    "It should, it should—" It's not that Chief Zeng is generous, the key is that tanks are not cannons, even if they are given to the 192nd Division, they will not be able to drive them, so it is better to give them a favor, in fact, Liu Yang also understands this truth  .

    However, this advantage was taken, Chief Zeng was a little embarrassed, and coughed: "I think your secret service battalion's machine guns were not lightly lost, so how about it, ten crooked ones belong to you, the other two 105 field guns, ten  Mortars, sixty grenadiers, ammunition—"

    "Listen to Chief Zeng." Liu Yang didn't bother arguing with Chief Zeng. He didn't lack weapons. What he lacked was veterans who could fight.

    ?From the moment we got a foothold in Taihu Lake, we have not been fighting for a few days. The spy company was expanded into a spy battalion, and they were all veterans drawn from the Tiger Camp.

    After the voice fell, Liu Yang took a deep breath before he could say anything, and his face became serious: "Mr. Zeng, Liu Yang has an unkind request. I don't know if I should say it or not?"

    Although he knew it was nothing good, Chief Zeng took a big advantage earlier, and almost 80% of the spoils fell into his hands. It was too ugly to say that it was ugly, that is, something was left out for the secret service battalion and  If the New Fourth Army refuses at this time, it is inevitable——

    "Speak up if you have something to say, our brother army, as long as you can help, just ask." Since he couldn't refuse, Chief Zeng simply became more straightforward.

    "Mr. Zeng, you have also seen that our spy battalion suffered heavy losses, and almost none of them were uninjured. Can you ask Mr. Zeng to give me some additional troops?" Looking at Mr. Zeng with a troubled face, Liu Yang's words made Zeng  The officer just stood there in a daze, his face gloomy and he didn't speak for a while.

    It was not their 192nd Division's turn to recruit soldiers. Liu Yang should go to the 11th Division to ask for someone. Commander Zeng didn't immediately refuse, but was still hesitating about the seizure. Machine guns and cannons were all they needed. If he refused,  Liu Yang sent a telegram, but not many of these seizures belonged to their 192nd Division.

    From the telegrams of Officer Gu and Officer Luo, it can be seen that they value Liu Yang, otherwise they would not have allowed their 192nd Division and 19th Division to cooperate with the Secret Service Battalion, and specifically stated that all actions should be obeyed by Liu Yang, which is tantamount to saying  This battle was fought by Liu Yang, they were just assisting.

    "Mr. Zeng, you give me a battalion. I want the Third Theater Command to send a report that the 192nd Division has recovered Changxing County. I believe that Mr. Gu will send a telegram to the whole country—" A light flashed in his eyes, and Liu Yang directly proposed  own conditions and the conditions given.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?It is said that this battle was fought by Liu Yang, and they were just assisting.

    "Mr. Zeng, you give me a battalion. I want the Third Theater Command to send a report that the 192nd Division has recovered Changxing County. I believe that Mr. Gu will send a telegram to the whole country—" A light flashed in his eyes, and Liu Yang directly proposed  own conditions and the conditions given.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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