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Text Chapter 967: Extremely bloody and brave, the flesh cannot withstand the iron fire

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    At about 8 o'clock in the morning, the bridge-building team recruited from the private sector finally arrived at the south bank of Shah River. Previously, the Seventh Army only relied on its own engineering troops to build bridges, which were lacking in manpower, materials and technology. After solving the problem of Anshan River, they could not build bridges again.  It was difficult to deal with the Shahe River, so they barely built three infantry bridges.  Although in the eyes of the Qing soldiers, the ability to build pontoon bridges on two rivers in one day was a magical feat, in the eyes of the British and Chinese officers and soldiers, it was a bit embarrassing to have to rely on private efforts to build bridges.

    The professional bridge-building team from the private infrastructure company is competent and happy to do military work. What they need to build is only a temporary pontoon bridge. This is just a preparatory step for them to build a bridge for the private sector. What needs to be paid attention to is to strengthen the structure and improve the bearing capacity. On the pontoon boat  It would be better to make more redundancies in terms of components, connectors, etc.  As for another danger: being on the battlefield, they may be shot at at any time. The foremen of the bridge erecting team have already made psychological preparations for this. The battlefield subsidies in their commissions are quite generous. Besides, if the red coats even protect them,  If you don't live there, there is no need to pave the floating bridge.

    So the Qing soldiers on the north bank of the Shahe were once again taught what "modern warfare" meant. The officers and soldiers were dumbfounded, and their plan to rely on the river to block the red clothes was completely ruined.

    Larger and more pontoon boats than before were poured into the river one by one. Tall tower trucks sat on the river bank, stretching out their long cranes. The bridge workers shouted slogans, turned the wheel, pulled the steel cables, and used the cranes to  The thick bridge plates were lifted piece by piece, and then sent to the river by chain pontoons. A wide pontoon bridge that was enough to carry heavy artillery carts was formed one foot at a time, and "grew" toward the north bank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    The Shahe River is much wider than the Anshan River, but according to this speed, it will not take more than three hours to complete the laying of the three heavy pontoon bridges. By the afternoon, the Shahe River will no longer be a natural chasm, and infantry and artillery can be transported up to the north bank unimpeded.  At that time, the trench and parapet defense line built by the Qing soldiers on the north bank of Shahe River would be like a piece of tissue paper, which could be broken with a poke.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?.  The desolate horn horns resounded through the north bank, and the shouts of long live even crossed the Shahe River and reached the ears of the bridge workers under construction on the south bank.

    "Yo, we drove the Tatars crazy"

    ¡°It¡¯s okay to be crazy, and you¡¯ll die if you show up at your door.¡±

    ¡°If we catch a Tatar, will we give you a reward?¡±

    The bridge workers were a little nervous, but seeing a steady stream of red clothes crossing the river for reinforcements, they felt at ease again.  And when the artillery fire from behind was loud and the shells rained over their heads, splashing clouds of smoke and dust deep in the north bank, they were already calm enough to joke with each other.

    "This is the last madness of the Tatars. What else can we use?"

    Zhang Zhennan, the commander of the 109th Division, was not so calm. Dozens of artillery from the military artillery battalion and the division's artillery wing had done their best to suppress the north bank. However, the observation post on the hot air balloon reported that the Qing troops were still massing against the trench.  .  In the trench that was nearly a mile deep, at least four to five thousand Qing troops were gathered, preparing to attack the three commanding heights on the north shore in one attack. The observation post even saw the flag of Hadaha, the right-wing president of the Armed Guards.

    "Obviously, all the Qing soldiers understood that the pontoon bridge was completed.  Their defense line will collapse across the board, and they are willing to risk their lives for this. As long as they regain the commanding heights and prevent the construction of the pontoon bridge, there is still hope for this battle.

    The 109th Division relied on its elite grenadiers to seize the commanding heights and defended it for a whole day, killing and inflicting heavy losses on the Qing troops.  But the grenadiers had reached the limit of fatigue and had to be replaced to rest. Now only ordinary musketeers were guarding the commanding heights.  The hillside is too small to accommodate too many troops, and it is difficult to place the flying cannon on it.  Faced with this crazy counterattack by the Qing soldiers, Zhang Zhennan was really unsure whether he could hold the commanding heights.

    "Flying cannons, four-pound cannons, and sharpshooters, all go to the river bank. Cover the flanks of the north bank position!"

    There is only so much he can do to ensure that the commanding heights are not surrounded on three sides, but facing the successive attacks of four to five thousand Qing soldiers, even if he only responds head-on, it is a test with unpredictable consequences and extremely tragic consequences.

    Nine o'clock in the morning.  The Qing soldiers' artillery, which had been silent for a long time, fired again despite the threat of counterattack from the red-coated artillery. The three commanding heights were blasted into smoke and dust, followed by a wave of shouts, and the Qing soldiers attacked.

    There were loud shouts of killing, and the three commanding heights were like three oil pans constantly splashing water, with continuous sizzling and popping sounds.  The flying cannons and four-pound cannons on the south bank did not stop bombarding both sides of the hillside on the north bank, regardless of whether there were enemies or not. They did not seek to kill the enemy, but only wanted to turn both sides into deadly places.  If it weren't for the fact that the river was too wide and the flying cannon was no longer accurate when bombarding across the river, Zhang Zhennan would have loved to have the flying cannon go directly over the hillside to bombard the Qing soldiers.

    "Thousands of them are dead!? There are also Dusi guerrillas, and then there are the generals, deputy generals and soldiers, and finally me!"

    On the north bank, a large number of defeated troops retreated, but were stopped by the supervising team led by Hadaha himself. Hadaha roared and waved his sword, and heads fell to the ground one by one, and the defeated troops were driven back one by one.

    "Today is the day of death! Don't expect anyone to survive!"

    Hada hayiThe proud Tatars were burned to powder. He quickly turned his brain and searched for countermeasures a hundred times faster than usual. Then a piece of news that he had just ignored came out.

    "A swarm of bees! Bring the swarm of bees up quickly!"

    Amidst Zhang Zhennan's roar, the artillerymen from the Red Thunder Army rushed to the river bank with a swarm of bees, preparing with extremely skillful movements. This unit had proven itself in the Luntai War, because there was no large-scale decisive battle in the Western Regions.  And unemployed.  I begged my father to tell my grandma, and finally pushed my boss Zhao Hanxiang to make a personal deal with Han Zaixing before he joined the Seventh Army to fight. Now that he had a chance to perform, he fought bravely to be the first.

    The focus of the swarm is on the bombs rather than the cannon. They feed the bombs into the cannon, position and aim, and connect the fuse. They are ready in less than three minutes. The wing commander gives an order, and the sound of whooshing is endless. There are ten swarms, eighty rockets,  Lianhe came out, leaving a blazing trail, falling towards the hillside that had just been occupied by the Qing soldiers.

    Puffy, puffy

    Dense orange flames exploded on the hillside. Hundreds of Qing soldiers were crowding on the hillside. Some were still showing off to the red clothes on the south bank, some were digging under the soil, and some wanted to get certificates of military exploits.  They huddled together blankly, feeling that the battle had been won and that they had escaped from the dead.

    The explosion was not instantaneous, but continuous. The Qing soldiers had experienced enough of the red-coated grenades in the past two days. Dozens of grenades exploded continuously, and they felt that the sky and the earth were torn apart, and the sun and the moon were dim. But now  The sound of this series of explosions was like hundreds of grenades exploding one after another.

    The already incomplete hillside was washed away by this fine layer of steel rain. What rose up was not the huge smoke and dust before, but a thin brown dust mist, which was made of blood mist mixed with soil.

    In a moment, with the hillside as the center, almost every inch of land within a radius of 20 to 30 feet was plowed over. The hundreds of Qing soldiers did not even have time to understand what happened, and were engulfed by this steel fire.  Swallowed by rain.

    "what is that¡­¡­"

    Hadaha, whose emotions had just reached the highest point, and all the Qing soldiers who witnessed this scene were stunned. They had never seen a carpet bombing of rocket launchers, and they did not even know the existence of this thing. After all, the Western Region was very satisfied with this.  To people, it is already a distant and unfamiliar place.

    "what is that?"

    Hadaha hoarse his voice and asked again, but no one answered. Before, they used thousands of kilograms of gunpowder to blow up the hillside, but in an instant, the Nanman rained down this storm-like explosion. This retribution came too quickly.

    "Why did you come so slowly!? You came yesterday. The Tatar defense line collapsed yesterday."

    On the south bank, Zhang Zhennan glared at the swarm of wing chiefs.

    "Commander, our artillery is not meant to hit everything. The Tatars were not stupid just now. The hedgehogs gathered together and refused to avoid them. How could it have such an effect?"

    The wing commander argued aggrievedly that just now the division staff officer said with a straight face that they were not needed for the time being.

    ¡°The Tatars are always being stupid!¡±

    Zhang Zhennan roared, and then with a thought, he asked: "How many artillery shells did you bring?"

    The wing commander held his head high and said: "Three thousand! The convoy that carried our artillery shells was more than a mile long!"

    Zhang Zhennan urgently ordered: "Let all the troops on the north bank withdraw!"

    Looking at the wing leader again, Zhang Zhennan looked proud as he was ready to make a big profit: "Aim at the other two hillsides"

    It was close to noon on the North Bank, and Hadaha was confused. He was wondering whether to defend or continue to attack when he heard thunderous cheers and finally woke up.  A closer look showed that the red clothes on the other two hillside had receded, and the subordinates were swarming up the hillside, with cheers booming and military flags fluttering.

    "No¡ª¡ª!"

    He suddenly realized something and stretched his arms forward, as if he wanted to catch the hundreds of officers and soldiers on the hillside.

    Groups of flames exploded one after another on the hillside, one after another, seemingly never ending, and the figures of the officers and soldiers were swallowed up by the flames one by one.

    "No¡­¡­"

    Hadaha felt that the blood all over his body was steaming, and he unconsciously called out to Lao Gao with a mouthful of hot blood.  !  ~!

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