I am Jiang Weiguo in World War II

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As a member of countless Chinese soldiers who are fighting, Mo Xiaodong is like a drop of water in a stormy sea, completely involuntary. At the same time, he knows that no matter how scared he is, he can't retreat. If he retreats, he will be a coward, a wimp, and a pus , coward, the family will not get land rewards, and there is a military police submachine gun waiting for him behind.

The crazily shaken ground made Mo Xiaodong almost unsteady, and the brothers around him were shouting crazily and running forward. This kind of fearless spirit erupted by the collective created an atmosphere of courage. Among them, Mo Xiaodong forgot to be afraid. He felt as if he could run faster, his eyes and ears became more sensitive, and his movements became more flexible. His heart was beating fast like an engine running at full power. The blood was pounding so that the blood vessels were bubbling, and the whole body was filled with a strange vitality.

Mo Xiaodong, who was not well educated, didn't know it was because his adrenaline was being secreted rapidly.

In the sky full of dark clouds and black mist, the Soviet tanks and cavalry roared like a herd of wild buffaloes. The few Nanjing Army tanks bravely covered their own infantry and rushed forward. There were too many impacts, lightning flashed and thundered, and flesh and blood flew across the sky. Almost immediately, dozens of Soviet tanks burst into flames amidst earth-shattering explosions. Amidst the howling, clusters of Soviet cavalry around the Soviet tank destroyed by the Nanjing Army tank turned their backs, and the cavalry and horses were killed by ricochet-like metal fragments. , the fallen Soviet cavalry and horses had no time to let out more miserable wailing, and were trampled into a puddle of flesh and blood by the follow-up tanks and horses in the blink of an eye.

The snow leopards and snow wolves of the Nanjing Army performed well, destroying Soviet tanks and killing Soviet cavalry again and again. At the place, the steel exploded, the fire dragon danced wildly, and the Soviet cavalry fell down like cutting wheat. However, the number of Nanjing Army tanks was too small, like reefs standing upright in the raging waves, which could not stop the Soviet Army from raging. Therefore, the Nanjing Army The tanks did not rush forward to start a dogfight with the Soviet tank group, but maneuvered to cover their own infantry and provide fire reinforcement and cover for the infantry.

The infantrymen of the Nanjing Army, including Mo Xiaodong, shouted, stooped their bodies, and launched a counter-charge behind the tank. Mo Xiaodong saw that the officers and soldiers of the Nanjing Army were well-trained and showed extremely excellent fighting qualities and tactical coordination. , The mechanized infantry rushed in front, followed by ordinary infantry with machine guns and grenade launchers, and behind them were gunners. The gunners controlled mortars, infantry artillery, and anti-aircraft artillery, and fired at the Soviet army with all their strength, killing the Soviet army. , to provide fire cover for our own infantry, and a hail of shells passed over Mo Xiaodong's head continuously. The division of labor between different arms is clear and each performs its duties. , Take it easy.

The deafening sound of tanks running, horseshoes running, artillery bombardment, strafing, explosions, Russian slogans, Chinese shouts of killing, liver-piercing cries... made Mo Xiaodong feel dizzy, The two armies have launched a full-scale melee. Countless shells and bullets are smashing like a thunderstorm with hail, one after another fireballs and black smoke are boiling and rolling on the ground, and fragments of human flesh and weapon fragments are accompanied by blood in the air. There were flying and splashing, and there were dead people, ordnance wreckage, and tumbling helmets all over the place.

Mo Xiaodong ran desperately until his lungs exploded. He stumbled after the old starling and other brothers in the same class. At this moment, a burst of bullets roared, and the brother in front spurted blood from his chest and back. The bullet pierced through his body, making two heart-piercing blood holes, and this brother who was running fast fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Mo Xiaodong rushed to help the injured brother: "Brother! How are you? Open your eyes! Wake up!" He saw blood spitting out of the injured brother's mouth.

A person rushed up from behind and pushed Mo Xiaodong away: "Leave it to me!" Mo Xiaodong saw that it was a medical soldier wearing a red cross emblem on his arm. Bandages were bandaged for the wounded, and then a burst of morphine was taken out.

"What are you looking at?" The medic shouted at Mo Xiaodong while he was busy, "It is my responsibility to rescue the wounded! Your responsibility is to fight! Pick up his weapon! Fight!"

Mo Xiaodong woke up like a dream, he hurriedly picked up the magazines and grenades on the wounded soldier, got up and ran forward, then looked back at the medical soldier, he saw two more medical soldiers running over, carrying The stretcher, however, suddenly shot out from nowhere like a whip, and the three medical soldiers were all shot, and fell heavily on the stretcher in a cloud of blood sprayed from their bodies. side of the wounded soldier.

Mo Xiaodong was heartbroken, he turned his head forcibly, and at the same time remembered the teachings of the old starlings: "The Soviets are very cruel, just like the Japanese, they will kill the medical soldiers, so don't show any mercy to them! "

The further you go, the closer you get to the completely entangled battle lines.

Mo Xiaodong really saw that just a few tens of meters away, countless brothers on his side were engaged in crazy battles with the Soviets. There was blood and fire everywhere, and people kept being shot and fell, and people were constantly being torn apart in the thunderbolt fireball , Bloody thighs, arms, human heads, body parts, and internal organs were flying in all directions, and tanks or cars were constantly turning into a ball of thunderbolt fire.

Mo Xiaodong had already clearly seen the grey-blue eyes and the hideous faces with completely distorted facial features of the Soviets not far away. He saw Wan Laoba and the others hiding behind the wreckage of a No. [-] tank destroyed by the Soviets , he ran quickly, and then smelled a pungent burning smell, and then saw the source of the burning smell, two armored soldiers of his own were lying on the tank burning, one of them had a burning face facing Mo Xiaodong , Mo Xiaodong stared blankly at the burning face in front of him.

"There are three more inside!" A companion said to Mo Xiaodong nonchalantly, "These two crawled out covered in flames, but they still didn't survive. The other three have already been roasted in the tank!"

Mo Xiaodong felt his stomach churn, and he wanted to vomit violently, but Wan Lao Ba roared: "Here we come!"

Opposite to where Mo Xiaodong and others were, two Soviet T-34 tanks were covering a group of Soviet cavalry roaring towards them.

The biggest advantage of the Soviet army’s mixed cavalry and tank troops is their speed, strong impact and penetrating power. The tactics used by the Nanjing Army to deal with them still pay attention to excellent cooperation. The officers and soldiers in the same combat team will deal with some of the Soviet cavalry. Against Soviet tanks, cavalry without tank cover is naturally easier to fight, and tanks without cavalry protection are naturally easier to destroy.

Wan Laoba shouted violently: "Go!" He was the first to rush out while shouting, Mo Xiaodong and the others also rushed out in a desperate rush, they had already aimed at that place. He just had to wait for it to get close to destroy it, so he hid behind his destroyed No. [-] tank for a few minutes.

At the same time, Mo Xiaodong saw more than a dozen brothers from other squads rushing forward, just like his own squad, armed with all kinds of weapons, such as rifles, submachine guns, grenades, machine guns, grenades, and explosives. Bags, Molotov cocktails, Iron Fist.

"Cover me!" roared the anti-tank soldier holding an iron fist, and at the same time squatted on the ground with his iron fist resting on his shoulders. The machine gunner around him fired at the Soviet tanks and cavalry with machine guns. The whole body of the tank sounded like a gong, and the sound of tinkling and crisp impact was heard. The steel body bounced and flew horizontally, and sparks splashed everywhere. Several Soviet cavalrymen around the tank were hit and fell off their horses screaming. Rolling around or running wildly under the stimulation of pain, Mo Xiaodong saw a Soviet cavalryman who fell off his horse and was still hooked by the stirrups. Scratching hands and feet, writhing and rolling, but unable to break free at all.

With a sound of "swish", the iron fist in the anti-tank soldier's hand shot out a stream of flames at the same time, and the warhead pierced through the air like lightning, hitting the left armor of the Soviet tank, and immediately exploded a cloud of thunderbolts and a spewing flame. The Soviet tank immediately stopped moving under the flames of the steel hole, and slowly advanced a few meters under the action of inertia, paralyzed and motionless.

Mo Xiaodong looked at the anti-tank soldier amidst the applause from the brothers around him, and he was full of admiration. The anti-tank soldier threw the Iron Fist launch tube on the ground, ran and dodged while watching the results of the battle, with a happy smile on his face, but the smile It quickly solidified on the face and sprayed blood, and a machine gun bullet suddenly swept over. The anti-tank soldier and the machine gunner who covered him danced and shrouded in the blood mist.

"That tank is still alive!" Wan Laoba roared, "Go!" Mo Xiaodong hurriedly looked, and sure enough, although the tank was paralyzed on the ground, the tank's machine guns were still firing, killing the Nanjing Army. Anti-tank soldiers and machine gunners.

Wan Laoba and the others roared angrily, rushed forward recklessly, and shot at the oncoming Soviet cavalry with their guns. The Soviet cavalry howled, galloping wildly while fighting with Wan Laoba, Mo Xiaodong and the others with their carbine guns. When they fired at each other, the men and horses on both sides kept falling down, people shouted and hissed, and the fallen Soviet cavalry rolled on the ground.

Mo Xiaodong felt that cavalry seemed to be more terrifying than tanks. He saw a brother who had no time to dodge being knocked into the air by a galloping Soviet cavalry horse. Besides, the brother just let out a scream, and the horseshoe of the Soviet cavalry had stepped on him, and the scream was immediately drowned out by the blood sprayed from his mouth, and Mo Xiaodong could even clearly hear the bones being crushed. There was a crisp clicking sound, and the brother's internal organs were completely crushed, and he died on the spot.

Looking back, Mo Xiaodong saw more bloody scenes: a Soviet cavalry screamed like a ghost, steered a horse with his left hand, leaned his body to the right at a large angle, and his upper body was hanging outside, protruding from his body, the saber in his right hand Hitting a brother of his side like lightning, the Soviet cavalry emptied the bullets in his carbine, and switched to using a saber to kill people. With the help of the horse's sprinting inertia, the saber was so powerful that the brother's head and helmet were split into pieces like a watermelon. The Soviet cavalry who killed him immediately turned around and slashed again. The blade sliced ​​across another brother's abdomen. The brother knelt down on the ground, threw away the gun in his hand, and covered it with his hands. In the abdomen, the Soviet cavalry who had killed two people in a row was hit by bullets from the Nanjing Army in the next moment, and the man and horse fell to the ground as if stung by a wasp.

Mo Xiaodong ran to the side of the second brother who had been chopped off, and found that he was vomiting blood in his mouth, his abdomen was bleeding like a spring, his stomach was bursting, his whole body was trembling, his hands were soaked in blood, and he was trembling. Tried desperately to plug back the intestines that had flowed out of the huge wound.

"Brother, hold on..." Mo Xiaodong burst into tears, and he stepped forward to help, covering that greasy intestine.

"Father...mother..." Mo Xiaodong heard the brother move his lips, and the luster in his eyes quickly disappeared.

"Get up!" Wan Laoba dragged Mo Xiaodong up, "He's dead! Don't worry about it!" Mo Xiaodong had just been dragged away, and a shuttle of bullets roared in. He saw the body of the brother who had died in battle. He was beaten to pieces, and his limbs were trembling like corpses due to the impact of the bullets. Looking back, he saw three of his own brothers climbed up to the Soviet tank that was still firing with tank machine guns like leopards. The body hatch, throwing two lit Molotov cocktails in.

Immediately there was the sound of howling ghosts and wolves in Russian in the cabin, and two Soviet tank soldiers who were covered in fire crawled out of the tank madly, screaming heart-piercingly while rolling and struggling desperately, their skin was scorched and their flesh was rotten, their facial features were like Like a melting candle, it quickly became motionless and turned into a quietly burning charred corpse.

The two sides in the melee were all red-eyed. Soviet tanks and cavalry rushed towards the Nanjing Army. There were crazy fighting and magnificent scenes of hell everywhere.

Soldiers who were killed by bullets, bombed by shells and grenades, and crushed by tanks were scattered all over the field. Soviet tanks crushed the stumps, broken arms, and corpses everywhere, and drove frantically regardless of everything. Running back and forth amidst the sound of horseshoes and howling in Russian, a large number of Nanjing soldiers were killed by sabers, some had their heads chopped off with a single knife, and the heads in steel helmets rolled around in pools of blood, and the headless corpses fell to the ground, with blood springing from their necks Jets, some were cut open with a knife, blood gushed, internal organs flowed horizontally, and some had their hands or arms cut off with a knife, but the Soviet army also suffered heavy losses. The destroyed Soviet tanks burned and turned into scattered surplus. The wild scrap iron and the crematorium of the tank soldiers, the killed Soviet cavalry are even more blood men, horses are blood horses, and the wounded horses covered in blood are carrying the body of their masters on their backs or dragging their masters on the battlefield, neighing crazily Running around, tanks criss-crossing, horses galloping wildly, wounded soldiers screaming heart-piercingly... formed a scene of indescribable tragic scenes.

"Kill the other one!" Wan Laoba roared with red eyes. He raised his submachine gun and shot the top machine gunner of the Soviet tank one by one. The Soviet tank machine gunner raised his hands and fell backwards. One soldier roared and rushed forward brandishing Molotov cocktails, while the others opened fire to cover them. The front-end machine guns of the Soviet tank and the carbine guns of the surrounding Soviet cavalry fired together. Four of the five soldiers were immediately hit by bullets, and two of them fell to the ground immediately and died. A grenade on one person was detonated by bullets, and he was blown to pieces like a five-horse corpse. Another person had a Molotov cocktail shattered, and the flames immediately poured on his head along with the gasoline. He fell to the ground with his head full of fire, screaming in pain. With a sullen face, Wan Laoba shot him dead immediately.

"It hurts too much to burn to death! It's best to give him a good time!" Wan Laoba told Mo Xiaodong while quickly changing the magazine, "If I'm hopeless, you have to do the same!" He looked at the first Of the five soldiers, the fifth soldier also failed. When he was about to rush to the Soviet tank, he was shot by a Soviet cavalryman in the knee of his right leg.

When Mo Xiaodong saw that brother, his legs went limp and he fell down, right in front of the Soviet tank. The next scene made Mo Xiaodong's hair stand on end. Just as the brother raised his head, he saw a huge shadow rushing towards his face. , the Soviet tank track rolled over him immediately, and he screamed miserably. The tank track first rolled over his waist, and then completely crushed him from the waist to the head. The screams stopped abruptly. The abdominal cavity burst open like a balloon, and the internal organs were completely squeezed out. Mo Xiaodong saw that the brother was a living and complete person just a few seconds ago, but now he was on the ground. There was a pool of red mud and smears of blood hanging from the tank tracks. The military uniform was mixed in the mud and rolled flat like cardboard, and the steel helmet was completely rolled into a double-layer iron sheet.

At the same time, a "boom" thunderbolt exploded from the bottom of the Soviet tank. The Nanjing soldier who was crushed to death struggled to pull the fuze of the grenade on his body before dying. Dozens of track fragments roared and flew across. Several road wheels came off and the axle rolled out.

"Go!" Wan Laoba jumped up with a carp, and the soldiers threw grenades crazily together. In the black smoke, Wan Laoba and a few brothers smashed seven or eight Molotov cocktails at the Soviet tank. , Splashed a cloud of viscous gasoline, the gasoline was quickly attracted by the grenade, and several fires burned on the tank.

The Soviet tank was shaking its body emitting flames and green smoke like a mad buffalo. Wan Laoba rushed forward, using both hands and feet, and quickly climbed onto the tank. Mo Xiaodong and other soldiers desperately shot at the Soviet soldiers around the tank. The army cavalry covered Wan Lao Ba, and Wan Lao Ba quickly stuffed a bundle of grenades into the cabin of the tank, then jumped down and threw himself at Mo Xiaodong's side again.

There was a big explosion with a "boom", and a dragon-like fire burst out from the top cabin door of the tank like a volcano.

"One hundred acres..." Wan Laoba grinned with tears in his eyes. At this moment of lightning, a tank wheel the size of a millstone flew out of the fireball of the bombed Soviet tank like lightning. It hit his back, and there was an ear-piercing sound of bones breaking, and he fell down with a puff, spurting blood from his mouth.

"Old starling!" Mo Xiaodong's brain went crazy, and he rushed forward to support Wan Laoba.

"...The Hall of the Martyrs..." Wan Laoba spat out the word with difficulty, and swallowed his breath.

Mo Xiaodong burst into tears, he didn't have time to cry when he heard a brother beside him shouting, "There's another car!"

A not-so-big Soviet tank rolled away from the thick smoke at a very high speed. A dazzling flame suddenly spewed out from the muzzle of the tank. Four or five Nanjing Army soldiers who were running in front of the tank suddenly changed He became a burning man who screamed horribly.

This is the Soviet ot-26 flame-breathing tank.

Mo Xiaodong put down Wan Lao Ba's body, picked up the grenade in his hand, and rushed towards the Soviet flame-breathing tank without hesitation.

"One hundred acres, the Hall of Martyrs..." Mo Xiaodong said these two words, and ran desperately at the same time. Brothers nearby were desperately firing to cover him. He bent down and threw himself next to the Soviet flame-breathing tank. He jumped up and climbed up.

On the armor of the flame-breathing tank, Mo Xiaodong immediately felt the scorching heat of the flame, his face was as hot and painful as if the skin had been peeled off, and every place on the tank was hot.

Mo Xiaodong fixed his body to prevent being thrown down. He noticed that the top cover of the tank turret was half open. He moved his body up and looked inside. He saw two Soviet tank soldiers busy in sweat. , The tank turned the turret frantically while driving, spraying out one fire dragon after another.

Regardless of the hot hands, Mo Xiaodong firmly grasped the edge of the hatch on the roof of the tank, bit open the fuze of the grenade with his mouth, stuffed the grenade in, and finally jumped down. There was an earth-shattering explosion and a blast of strong air waves. When the fire-breathing tank exploded, the fuel in the vehicle exploded into a huge ball of fire, and a rain of fire fell. Mo Xiaodong didn't have time Dodging, his body was covered in flames, turning him into a burning man all of a sudden. In the burning suffocation and severe pain of his respiratory tract, he rolled desperately. Two soldiers who had just shot to cover him ran over to help him extinguish the fire on his body. At the same time, they praised him loudly for "good job", but the two of them suddenly splashed blood together and fell on Mo Xiaodong who was covered in fire.

Another Soviet tank rolled over. The tank machine gunned down the two Nanjing troops who were helping Mo Xiaodong put out the fire, and then rolled forward. A huge shadow suddenly enveloped Mo Xiaodong.

Mo Xiaodong was lying on the ground, looking at the tank chassis on top of him, and the bodies of the two brothers beside him were being sucked into the tank tracks.

Mo Xiaodong saw a bundle of grenades on one of them, he grabbed them without hesitation, and blew the fuze.

Moments before the explosion, a scene appeared in Mo Xiaodong's mind: Several officials from the county and several soldiers came to their village together, and first handed the certificate of loyalty (notice of death in battle) to his parents with a sad expression. "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, please mourn!" Then he announced loudly, "Mo Xiaodong, a second-class soldier of the National Revolutionary Army, has performed outstandingly on the Soviet battlefield and destroyed two Soviet tanks. Now he rewards the Mo family with [-] acres of land." Suddenly, the parents burst into tears together, and the villagers all sighed, "That child Xiaodong is really amazing, what a pity", "I can't see how brave he is", Xiaofang next door couldn't help but shed tears.

Thinking of this scene, Mo Xiaodong was dumbfounded, "With two hundred acres of land, my parents will definitely be able to live a good life in the future..." He smiled.

The "boom" under the chassis exploded violently, and the Soviet tank was paralyzed in place like a dead beast.

"Brothers are really good!" Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the Nanjing Army continued to rush towards the Soviet Army furiously while praising them. Although they each had their own names, they all went forward like Mo Xiaodong, and regarded death as home.

Countless such ordinary soldiers fought bloody battles, tenaciously resisting the crazy offensive of the Soviet army.

When Mo Xiaodong was smashed to pieces, Liao Yaoxiang, the deputy commander of the 74th Division, happened to see this scene. The muscles on his face moved, and then he turned the binoculars to other places. On the battlefield, every minute and every second, there are Nanjing soldiers who are dying in battle. Injured, all he saw was the big picture.

"The Soviet army's offensive is too fierce!" Liao Yaoxiang looked at Qiu Qingquan beside him, "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on!"

"If you can't hold on, you have to hold on!" Qiu Qingquan's voice was stern, "We have no way out!"

Chapter 543 Warriors (3)

Wuhan, the headquarters of the Military Commission.

Lin Wei, the director of the first office of the attendants, hastily pushed open the door of Chiang Kai-shek's office: "Chairman, the latest battle report from the front line of Champion City!"

Chiang Kai-shek, who was reviewing the official document, immediately put down the brush in his hand, took the telegram in Lin Wei's hand and eagerly browsed it. Immediately, his expression changed drastically.

According to common sense, a big man like Chiang Kai-shek, who is at the pinnacle of power, has already developed a "leadership demeanor" that is indifferent to emotions and anger. .

"More than [-] Soviet troops are rushing towards the northern part of Champion City?" Chiang Kai-shek restrained his emotions so that his voice did not tremble.

"Yes, this is only the vanguard, and the follow-up Soviet troops are still arriving!"

"The more than [-] vanguard troops of the Soviet army have a large number of cavalry and a large number of tanks?"

"Yes, there are more than [-] cavalry, and there should be more than [-] tanks, or even more.

Most of our tanks and cavalry units are moving westward to attack Novosibirsk according to General Wei Lihuang's mobilization!"

"That is to say, the national army that resisted the Soviet tank group and cavalry group on the battlefield in the north of the city is basically infantry?"

"Yes, except for the artillery, basically infantry!"

Chiang Kai-shek stabilized his mind: "How long have you been fighting?"

Lin Wei replied, "It's been a day!"

Chiang Kai-shek fell silent, and then asked dryly: "Where are the 77th and 74th Divisions transferred now?"

Lin Wei was surprised: "Turn in?"

Chiang Kai-shek nodded slightly.

Lin Wei understood what Chiang Kai-shek meant. The national army is taboo to say words such as "withdrawal" and "retreat", and they all call it "turning in". What Chiang Kai-shek actually asked was "Where are the 77th and 74th divisions withdrawing or retreating now?" ".

Lin Wei shook his head: "Chairman, the 77th Division and the 74th Division have not been transferred in!"

"What?" Chiang Kai-shek was taken aback, "Could it be wiped out already?"

"No!" Lin Wei replied sternly, "They were neither wiped out nor transferred in. They are still fighting, still in place, not moving an inch!"

"This..." Chiang Kai-shek was even more shocked, "Is the news true?" He couldn't believe it, how could the tens of thousands of infantry withstand the impact of the enemy's tens of thousands of cavalry and thousands of tanks?

"Absolutely!" Lin Wei felt a surge of enthusiasm and pride in his chest, "Chairman, the soldiers of the 77th Division and the 74th Division are fighting desperately! They are resisting the Soviet army without retreating an inch!"

Chiang Kai-shek was stunned, and after a while, he murmured: "Unbelievable, unbelievable..."

From a macro point of view, the second Sino-Soviet Battle of the North of the City was very beneficial to the Soviet army. First of all, the battle area was a flat plain (big snowfield), which was very suitable for tank troops and cavalry troops to take advantage of the field assault, while the Soviet Union The troops participating in the war were mainly tanks and cavalry; secondly, the Soviet army also had a great advantage in strength. The Soviet army participating in the war included more than 3000 tanks and more than 6 cavalry, and there were only two Chinese troops participating in the war. The division and an army have a total strength of more than [-].

Not only that, in order to break the two flanking attacks of the Soviet army one by one, Wei Lihuang mobilized most of the Nanjing Army's tanks to attack eastward, so that the Chinese army that was conducting defensive operations on the West Road battlefield had very few tanks. In short, On the West Road battlefield, the battle was about 3000 Chinese troops with infantry as the main body against more than 6 tanks and more than [-] cavalry of the Soviet Army (the follow-up troops of the Soviet Army were either coming on the way, or had already arrived but not Be pinned down by Champion City Nanjing Army).