The explosion in the tent made everyone's hearts reach their throats. Just as everyone was not sure what to do, Yang Rui had already come out of the tent. The shrapnel from the grenade just now did not hurt him, and only blew up the rope on the back of the chair. Half of his body was blood, and there were still some ropes wrapped around him, but he hugged Xu Liezu's body and walked towards everyone. The people outside watched Yang Rui come step by step, and were stunned for a moment.

"Liezu is dead, you should take good care of him first." Yang Rui gently gave Xu Liezu's body to his fellow villager Chen Guangshou, and then put it down and said resolutely: "The rest of them will return to their posts, we will fight off the Japanese!"

Yang Rui walked quickly to the General Staff, ripped off the ropes on his body as he walked, and Lei Yizhen next to him said, "First..., you... are injured..."

When Yang Rui saw him talking to him, he couldn't hear what he was saying at all. It was not until Lei Yi repeated him repeatedly and said, "I can't hear!"

Then he said, "How is the battle?"

Lei Yizhen was shocked by Yang Rui's inaudible words, but when he saw Yang Rui's expression was calm, he guessed that he should have just been deafened by the explosion town, so he calmed down. When he saw Yang Rui asking about the situation of the battle, he shouted: "Sir, now... I've stopped it, let it in from the south... I found it, Lu Mengxiong..., blocked it for a while, the enemy... the rear area..."

Yang Rui couldn't help but frown when he heard that the enemy had arrived at the rear area. Unlike the Russian army's war with a trench, the fortifications of the Fuxing Army were not single-line but three-dimensional, and the defense was not stiff but elastic. It did not keep the enemy out of the trench like the Russians, but was good at putting the enemy in, and then ate the enemy who rushed into the "mouth" through the firepower point of the designated battlefield. Under this principle, the defensive positions were divided into three parts: the warning area, the combat area and the rear area. Since the war started, the Second Division has not defended the key areas.

It was only arranged in the first trench at the junction of the warning area and the combat area, and the combat area about two thousand meters behind the first trench and the rear area were always under the control of the first division. If it was a normal battle, the second division would abandon the warning area. Then the enemy entering would be destroyed by the hidden castle and the cross firepower shot from the fire point in the battle area. However, due to the suddenness of the attack, the first division only stabilized the second front and gave up the castle between the trench and the second trench. The fire point made it impossible to effectively kill the enemy who broke into it.

Following the defensive plan for the emergencies, the first division fought hard but not painful, but the Japanese army attacked them had an indescribable pain. The 13th Brigade of the 7th Division, which attacked the southern position, was better. Because of the raid, the Japanese occupied a lot of positions and commanding heights. With the advantage of the number of people, they could basically tie the independent army on the opposite side. However, Assistant General Iida Toshiki Iida was shocked by the firepower of the opponent as soon as the war started: more than 3,000 soldiers of the 1st Brigade who attacked the nightly attacked were safely passing through the obstacle area, and were blown up by a cannon of "So,So,So...". In the continuous explosion, no one knew how many shells had been dropped in those few minutes, but everyone only knew that after this round of artillery was shot, the night attack troops were almost gone.

Seeing his soldiers disappear in an instant, Major General Matsumoto Yomoto, the commander of the First Brigade, grabbed the collar of the liaison officer sent by the Second General Staff Department, and shouted desperately: "This is your plan?! This is your intelligence?! You are the sinners of the empire!!"

The liaison officer of the Second General Staff Department had no use to expect that things would become so strange. His soldiers seemed to be sent to them and were wiped out by the enemy. He stood on one side with his head down, not daring to say anything more.

The attack of the First Division was frustrated, so the attack in the north stopped for a while before it started again. However, the night attack turned into a strong attack, which made the Japanese army no progress. The north was stalemate for a while, but the gunshots in the south were very fierce. Lieutenant General Damasao Shangmin, the commander of the 7th Division, was very annoyed when he looked at the darkness several miles away. He felt that he was already outside the last line of defense of the Independent Army and was eager to penetrate the enemy camp further. However, the Qing people on the opposite side were extremely tenacious, especially the machine guns in the dark that were changing positions from time to time to time. This made the attacking troops very taboo, for fear that they would be surrounded by small groups of enemies if they were accidentally bombarded, and then they were broken collectively under the bombardment of machine guns and mortars.

"Your Excellency, the number of machine guns in the enemy is beyond our imagination, and the soldiers are very strong in fighting. Should we wait for dawn and shelling before attacking?" Chief of Staff of the Division, Yoshida Heita, suggested this. He was constantly calculating his own casualties. He knew very well that destroying the Independence Army was only one of the steps to encircle Fengtian. If the casualties were too great in this step, then the subsequent battle would be difficult to maintain.

"No! You cannot stop the attack, but instead strengthen the offensive. Only by making the enemy unable to rest or breathe, the attack after dawn can be smooth! If you don't defeat it, you can't defeat it!" Lieutenant General Shang Min of Dama was born on the battlefield after all, and when the two armies were in the battle, he cared about each other's momentum rather than the data of the staff from the military academy.

"Hay!" Lieutenant General's order was unable to disobey, so he had to turn around and pass the order.

When Yang Rui arrived at the headquarters, the staff members put down their things. They looked at the commander who was still covered in blood at the door with joy. Even Leo stood up from the chair and limped to the door. The remaining left hand grabbed Yang Rui's shoulder and shook it a few times, and smiled brightly.

Yang Rui grabbed his arm and felt everyone's caring gaze. He couldn't help but feel warm. He said loudly, "What are you looking at? Work! Blow the Japanese out!" Everyone was shocked when they heard this, but their faces burst into laughter. The previous depression in the room was wiped out, and replaced by a kind of confidence to win.

"...Lu Mengxiong's army suffered heavy casualties. It is recommended to withdraw immediately and take over the top of the group and battalion..."

"...The thunder cannons on the artillery regiment have already been in place and can start bombarding the Japanese army in the south. Start soon..."

"What...what, louder, yes...yes, this point is very important! Yes, it will be taken back immediately! It must be taken back..."

"...Have you arrived? Hey, have you crossed the line? How many people have crossed the line? Do you have dozens or hundreds?"

"…The Fourth Regiment has set off. Now the wind and sand are very strong, so he will detour to the rear of the Japanese First Division and wait for an opportunity to attack..."

“…”

The noisy voices in the General Staff calmed down Yang Rui's heart. When he was tied up by Xiao Yinfeng just now, he only thought about whether his troops were in chaos and how many people would be lost in the Japanese raid. As for whether he could survive, he didn't think too much about whether he could survive. After experiencing the danger in Fushun, he wrote a suicide note of hundreds of pages in his spare time, just in case if he died or traveled back again, the revolution planned by this time and space could continue, and history would not develop as before. But now, after learning that everything was normal, he was afraid that if the sniper's bullet was missed, or the grenade that fell from Xiao Yinfeng's arms was closer to him, then, yes, then he really had to go back to sell fruits.

"Report, the troops from the Civil Affairs Site have already left the Civil Affairs Site and are preparing to detour to the rear of the First Division. Pan Chenge called and said when will the First Division be attacked?" The staff officer reported the latest battle report.

Yang Rui came back from his random thoughts, looked at everyone, and asked, "How is the south? Have the commanding heights, castles, etc. regained the battle area? If we just stabilize the front line in the second trench, once we draw troops to attack the First Division, the defense line in the south is likely to collapse under the large-scale decisive charge of the Japanese army."

"The three battalions of the first regiment have already reached the south, but they were completely occupied by the Japanese army in the combat zone. If they want to counterattack, the commanding heights will be used by them. The cost of recapturing them is extremely high, and the harvest and effort are disproportionate." The staff officer did not say anything. This time it was explained by Leo. The fact is indeed true. There is no problem with the fortifications and firepower of a regiment. However, if one regiment defends a regiment and a brigade, it is not a problem to attack a brigade, especially when the front lengths of both sides are the same, the difficulty and casualties are unbearable.

Yang Rui was also very troubled when he thought of the arrangements in the battle area. He had been preparing to let the Japanese drinks drink a pot before. Who knew that the offense and defense were easy to deal with, but what he arranged was used on his head. It was really... After thinking for a while, Yang Rui's eyes were fierce, and the pencil he was holding was also broken into two pieces with a "bang". He gritted his teeth and said, "Then let the Fire Dragon Army go!"

"Fire Dragon Force?!" Many staff officers were sitting there and didn't know what it was, but they thought that Bei Shoutong knew exactly what it was, "But... but this is not only in the end..." Speaking of this, Bei Shoutong stopped talking, and now it was the most critical time - the Japanese army on both sides of the north and south had not yet fully pressed. If the Japanese will not be crushed before dawn, the entire army would attack with the support of artillery after dawn, with the support of artillery, it would be difficult to compete with the three regiments of our side. They even did not need to penetrate their own defense line. They just needed to compress the independent army into a narrow area and then continue to shell. Only by taking the initiative and quickly defeating the enemy before dawn, the first division could get a chance to breathe. At that time, Colonel Madlitov, who was escorted out to find reinforcements by cavalry, might bring reinforcements, so that the entire battle situation would improve.

The Fire Dragon Force is actually just a life-saving force, with only three platoons of 120 people, which is far smaller than the company-level organization of the Fuxing Army with 220 people. The commander was Wang Shizheng, a first-class engineer, and a fellow townsman of Lin Songjian, the leader of the engineer. After the war started, the team was organized into the army's direct troops. Although Wang Shizheng knew that as long as he was dispatched, the situation would be extremely critical, as a soldier, it was such a frustrating thing that he only watched the battle and did not participate in the war. After repeated delays, he claimed that he was a so-called man and wandered around the battlefield like a ghost.

However, now all this has changed. The command of the headquarters made Wang Shizheng, who had put down the phone, tighten his whole body, and he used his hands to clean up his hat, collar and belt. After confirming that his appearance was not a problem, he went out to the playground with high fighting spirit and shouted to the tent in the open space: "All of all!"

One hundred and twenty people stood in a standard square formation. Looking at the soldiers who were covered with asbestos cloth, Wang Shizheng did not mobilize like other troops, but bowed deeply to all the soldiers. He knew the danger of his troops fighting, but he also hoped that the troops could appear on the battlefield and raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a moment. Looking at these soldiers who might be able to come back, he could not express any comfort and encouragement words, only a deep bow.

"Everyone is ready to set off, the squad leader stays behind to wait for the arrangement!" He then disbanded the team.

The platoon leaders of the squads left looked at the mission map, and Wang Shizheng arranged specific tasks: "Now the Japanese in the south have attacked our rear area. They can rush into the headquarters as long as they go further. The commander ordered us to support the first regiment, and vehicles No. 1 to 4 enter the battlefield according to the previous exercises. It should be noted that the combat area should be very uneven due to constant artillery bombardment. Pay attention to bumps during the advancement, and try to avoid any bullet craters; vehicles No. 5 to 8 follow behind the front car, do not fire, be sure to prevent artillery and avoid shells!" When Wang Shizheng looked around at the officers around him. Everyone looked at his eyes and felt nervous when they saw him. Everyone remembered the accidents in the previous exercises. If they were hit by the enemy, everything would be over.

"Okay, the task has been scheduled. Are there any problems?"

"No problem...no problem...no problem!..." After training for so long, every time I saw the wounded on the front line lifted down, everyone felt guilty. They were also soldiers, how could they always hide behind? Just die!

"Okay! Let's go!" Wang Shizheng shouted.

It was finally dawning. The commander of the field artillery corps of the 7th Division, Tsuki, saw several horses standing on a high ground with great enthusiasm. Looking at the place where there was still fierce fire in the north, he was very interested in guiding the country. Compared with the whispers of the infantry troops, he believed that as long as the twenty-four cannons of his regiment fired, the Qing horse thieves on the opposite side would retreat, and the two divisions attacked from north to south would completely wipe out this annoying enemy. As for their small cannons with amazing range and scary firepower, Lord Nakazo would disdain. He even believed that if the division commander had not ordered him not to shoot blindly at night, and at the same time, the base camp had too few artillery shells to the artillery, and he would have helped the infantry rush into the enemy headquarters.

"Red Deer!" Thinking of the accompanying shells, Nakazo couldn't help but curse the base again loudly. He felt that as a Japanese artillery, the lowest fire rate, and not to mention the range recently, even the few shells were pitiful. When he first landed in Liaodong, each cannon had only a pitiful fifty shots. During the Battle of Shahe, it increased to 100 shots. This decisive battle was at least 220 shots. However, there were not many shells left for more than ten consecutive days. The forty shots left for the last guard completely surrounded Luci Runner-up. The power that could be used for this annihilation was only seventeen. Perhaps ten shots were enough. Nakazo looked at the darkness in the north again. He felt that it was not worth wasting shells for thousands of enemy troops that had already entered.

"Your Excellency, your Chief of Staff asks when will the shelling start?" A communications troop just received a call from the General Staff of the Division and ran out of the command post to inquire.

"Well..." He saw that Ma Nakazo looked at his pocket watch again and said, "It's 4:45 now. You can shoot at 5:00 and 15 minutes, and the shelling will end at 5:22." Nakazo said the accurate shelling time. According to calculations, today's sunrise time is 5:18, and a few minutes in advance, the sky will be bright and the observer's sight will be unobstructed. In addition, he decided to only fire ten shells per gun at this enemy who is to be annihilated, and twenty-four cannons are 240 shells. These 240 shells can still play a big role when they land on the front line of more than 1,000 meters.

Seeing that Lord Zhongzuo had determined the time, the communications soldiers immediately returned to the command post and replied. The attack time was 5:15 on the artillery corps, and when it arrived at the front line, it became 5:25 on the infantry side. Under the order of the superior officer, when five o'clock arrived, the soldiers on the entire front stopped fire. Once the fire was ceased, the independent army on the opposite side also stopped fire. The sudden silence on the battlefield made everyone very uncomfortable. The thick darkness before dawn was even more indescribable. There was only the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air, but in this smell, everyone could not feel any warmth. The decisive battle was about to come, and more blood and life would be sprinkled in this fertile black soil.

In the quiet night, the 14th Brigade of the 7th Division began to enter the front line. After half an hour of shelling, the dissatisfied brigade, who was only 4,300 people, would launch a large-scale white-blade charge. All the Japanese officers believed that with more than 2,000 Qing people who had fought hard on the opposite side, they could not resist the charge of this charge by a short distance of several hundred meters between the two armies. rushing in was victory, which was their unanimous idea.

Lieutenant Jialan couldn't see his team in the dark, but he could feel them around him.

"Yamamoto?"

"Hi!"

"Suzuki?"

"Hi!"

"Arai?"

"Hi!"

All three sergeant commanders were there, Jialan felt a little relieved, and the night was afraid of falling behind. "The opposite is the Qing people's position. We just need to run over later. The empire will surround the Lucians in Fengtian, and the Lucians will surrender, and we will win the final victory." The battles in recent days made the soldiers extremely tired, and Lieutenant Jialan had to cheer up these unqualified reserve soldiers before the war. "Before the attack, the artillery will bombard the opposite position. The Qing people will retreat when they hear the sound of cannons. They have always been afraid of cannons. So, after dawn, we just need to run over easily."

After saying a long sentence, the second lieutenant did not hear any response from the soldiers. He couldn't help but become stern, "If anyone dares to retreat or does not charge forward hard, he is not a subject of the Emperor, but a sinner of the Empire. Have you heard it?"

"Hayi!...Hayi!..." the soldiers responded in a muffled voice.

"Baga, what a red deer! Speak louder!"
Chapter completed!