Chapter 660: The War in Wuzhou

On the Li River, two armed speedboats moved forward at full speed at the touch of the black.

In the cabin, Wu Shaoting had just read a telegram, which was a fast telegram from Song Jiaoren just sent from Wuzhou Wharf, informing Liang Qichao, Xiong Xiling, Zhang Jian and others that they had responded safely and evacuated to Guangzhou in two batches. He felt a little relieved. These characters played a crucial role. No matter how many they gave up in Wuzhou, they could not give up on them.

"Where did you go?" he asked the cockpit.

"Sir, it's almost time to Yunfu. I just sent a telegram a quarter of an hour ago, and Yunfu is almost ready to pick it up." The cockpit responded.

"I understand." Wu Shaoting nodded, no longer thought about anything, slowly closed his eyes to calm down.

I don’t know how long it took, but the speed of the speedboat gradually slowed down. Wang Changling returned to the cabin from the deck, came to Wu Shaoting and called softly.

"Have you arrived at Yunfu?" Wu Shaoting opened his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep just now.

"Yes, the lights at the dock can be seen. They should be from the 49th Brigade." Wang Changling nodded and said.

"Well, Long Zicheng should come to the dock in person to greet him. I have something to do to have a good talk with him." Wu Shaoting stood up from the seat, tidied up his clothes while talking.

"Ting Shuai, do you really believe in Long Zicheng? This plan is really great. What if Long Zicheng... he is the key step to decide success or failure." Wang Changling reminded with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, don't doubt people. Even if I don't believe in Long Zicheng, I should believe in Yun Gong. Get ready to go ashore." Wu Shaoting said calmly.

A few minutes later, the two armed speedboats shut down their engines and moved closer to the shore with the help of inertia.

The boat and the workers on the shore tied up the ropes and laid a sampan. Wu Shaoting climbed the shore from the deck surrounded by everyone. The soldiers, torches, and lighting could be seen everywhere on the shore, showing countless fogs of lights under the night sky. Seven and eight officers had been waiting for a long time, and immediately came forward after seeing Wu Shaoting get off the boat.

They saluted and exchanged greetings. Wu Shaoting asked, "Where is the brigade commander Long?"

A major officer immediately replied: "The brigade has set up a temporary command post outside the dock, please."

Wu Shaoting nodded slowly, said nothing more, and followed the officers outside the dock with his men.

This pier is connected to a military warehouse. After the pier, it is the warehouse courtyard. At this moment, heavy troops were arranged inside and outside the courtyard, and several military tents were set up in the open place. Various military personnel came and went, looking very hurried and rushed. The officers in charge of greeting walked to the main entrance of a two-story warehouse. Orders had already come and reported and walked in unimpededly.

The huge first-floor warehouse has long been arranged into a command post, each department occupying one piece, and there is still extra space.

Near the north window, a large table was placed, and several attendants were busy laying out maps and sand tables. Not far from the big table was a dilapidated small desk, where Long Jiguang and two brigade officers were surrounding him. He was holding a telephone microphone and talking coldly.

Wu Shaoting walked over quickly, and the officer in charge of greeting rushed forward and greeted him two steps.

Long Jiguang turned around and looked at Wu Shaoting. He didn't put down the microphone, but he simply saluted with his other hand.

"I understand, then let's do it first. I will start to act at four o'clock in the morning. I should be able to send people after dawn. Well, that's fine... that's it." After he said that, he hung up the microphone.

Wang Changling's eyes fell next to the phone, where there was a Colt revolver, and the gun bag around Long Jiguang's waist was empty, obviously the other party deliberately placed aside.

"Zicheng, what's going on in Wuzhou now? Has the Gui army entered the city?" Wu Shaoting waited for Long Jiguang to finish the call, and then asked slowly.

"The telegram half an hour ago said that the Gui army had not entered the city yet. The third army of the Gui army was too unsatisfied. It took almost four hours to fight but never broke through the defense line of the city defense regiment. The division headquarters had already sent orders to the city defense regiment, and would retreat at about four o'clock." Long Jiguang said in a lazy tone, with an absent-minded attitude, which made people feel very unserious.

"Is that so? It seems that I still overestimated the strength of Gui Jun." Wu Shaoting smiled coldly.

"But...Ship Ting must not underestimate Mariner Lu's strength!" Long Jiguang's lazy face suddenly changed his expression, and he showed a cold smile. While staring at Wu Shaoting, he reached out to get the pistol on the table.

Cangwu County was full of artillery fire, and smoke and flames burned countless holes in the night sky.

The Wuzhou Defense Regiment laid a concave fire defense line near the southwest city walls. Because the incident happened suddenly, they had no extra time to build trenches, bunkers and other defensive fortifications, most of which could only be made locally. The engineers dug up more than a dozen houses in the suburbs and then filled the vacant defensive points with sandbags. More soldiers used the soil and forests around the township as natural bunkers to form one defensive line after another.

Behind a dilapidated earth wall, seven or eight soldiers from the defense regiments were holding onto this stronghold. One of the soldiers quietly poked out his head and glanced out through the window that didn't even have a frame. The other soldier next to him couldn't wait to hit him with his shoulder and asked, "How is it, what's going on outside!"

"Nothing is all, it's pitch black. The enemy just now seemed to dare not rush again." The soldier who was observing replied.

"I'm really a coward. They have heavy machine guns, but they ran away without even a shadow after firing two shots. Tsk tsk!"

"Platform leader, will they still attack? I haven't finished my bullets!" A young soldier hiding on the other side asked, holding an old Manshali rifle in his hand, which still uses an external bullet bay to supply bullets. A group of Gui soldiers attacked here before, but was fiercely counterattacked by the stronghold. The two sides stopped after more than ten minutes of fire exchange. The enemy was not sure where to retreat with heavy machine guns.

"Forget it if you are blind, are your ears still deaf?" The platoon leader holding a tender grass branch in his mouth shouted in anger, moved a light machine gun next to the earthen wall in one position, and was alert in another direction, "Did you hear that the Gui army's cannon is still buzzing?"

The young soldier scratched his head and looked up from the collapsed roof to look into the sky. The Gui army's cannons were still firing. It took at least a few hours from late night to early morning. But strangely, the shells did not fall on the defense regiment's position at all, and no one could guess where the enemy wanted to bomb.

"Does Gui army want to use artillery shells to cut off our retreat? Look, the artillery shells are blown into the town, and there is artillery fire by the river..."

"Look at your promising prospects, what are you afraid of? The dark Gui Army artillery can't aim at it at all. They will hit wherever there is light? Humph, these rustic guys, let them waste shells." The platoon leader sneered coldly.

"Is that so? It turns out they are fighting!" The young soldier was surprised.

"What do you think?" the platoon leader smiled.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the ruins behind the broken house. The soldiers behind the earthen wall immediately became alert. The platoon leader picked up the light machine gun and pointed it at the rear. But at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind the ruins: "Don't shoot, I'm the company's communications soldier."

The platoon leader lowered his muzzle and watched the communications soldier leaning his waist and carefully poked his head out from behind a pile of broken soil.

"How is it, what's going on here?" the communications soldier asked in front of the platoon leader.

"There was a situation half an hour ago, and now there is nothing. I'll hit him Lao Mu, and Gui Jun didn't know where to go." The platoon leader spitted out the tender grass in his mouth and set the light machine gun again.

"The battle on the Biaozhou Bridge in the north was very fierce. The Gui army artillery could not find the coordinates, so they had to concentrate the infantry to attack in one direction. The company commander had just received a direct order from the regiment headquarters to ask our southern defense line to immediately start retreating, and we don't have to cross the river and go directly to Fengkai County to gather." The correspondent quickly explained.

"Retreat? We retreated before we even started fighting?" the platoon leader asked in confusion.

"Anyway, this is the order of the regiment headquarters. Is it not good to retreat? As I said, I just want to retreat while it is okay, otherwise I will be stuck behind the enemy. Hehe, it will be difficult to escape without any loss." The correspondent said with a smile.

"It makes sense. I'm going to hold on until dawn to see how many enemy troops had just been killed. I bet there must be more than two. It seems that there is no chance." The platoon leader sighed and said.

"Come on, there are opportunities in the future. I won't say anything, there are still a few platoons to inform. By the way, the eighth platoon's defense line is near you, right?" asked the communications soldier.

"You go north, behind the hill about 300 meters. Fuckingly remember to say hello in advance, otherwise you can kill it." The platoon leader pointed in a direction and gave a more emphasis to remind him.

"Okay. You guys retreat quickly." The communications soldier laughed and then ran out along the way.

The young soldier hurried over and asked impatiently: "Platform Commander, what should we do now?"

The platoon leader packed up the bullets of the light machine gun and said, "Didn't you hear it? Just withdraw it."
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