After entering two hundred meters, the unified rhythm of the Beiyang Army became no longer unified. Everyone began to consciously open their pace and distance themselves from each other, and then the place that most reflects the characteristics of veterans was that they constantly adjust the rhythm and put a kind of mental pressure on the defenders of the position. Once you really can't help but shoot, they will fall down and then easily judge the point of your firepower, and the next battle will enter their rhythm.

The Sixth Division is worthy of the foundation of the old Beiyang. Although the military discipline is loose and the training is relaxed, it is indeed a good idea in terms of fighting skills. Unfortunately, they seem to have encountered tough problems this time and are about to enter a range of fifty meters. Even the military flags on the other side's positions are clearly visible, but they still haven't waited for gunfire.

The veterans of the Sixth Division couldn't help but look at each other and exchanged glances. The position opposite seemed to be no one to guard, and it was quiet. But as an attacker, you could feel the strong murderous aura, and everyone couldn't help but retreat in their hearts. What kind of opponent are they?

The soldiers are old soldiers, so the officer is naturally not a good-looking lamp. One officer shouted: "The general has an order. Those who enter the enemy's formation first will be rewarded with fifty. Brothers, rush."

It’s really money that can make the ghosts. As soon as this was said, the Beiyang Army of the three battalions went crazy. They all took out a 100-meter sprint and rushed towards the main position of the Youth Army.

"Fighting" Wang Kewen immediately seized the opportunity keenly and took the lead in firing a shot.

The next scene stunned all the officers and soldiers of the Beiyang Sixth Division who did not participate in the attack. Thirty heavy machine guns, fifty light machine guns and thirty mortars formed a huge firepower network in front of the entire main position.

All the Beiyang soldiers who were fearless and fought forward were harvested in pieces, and their thin arms and thick legs soared into the air. Even some of the Beiyang soldiers who rushed fast could only rush to less than ten meters away from the main position, and then were dropped by rifles and bullets.

Ma Jizeng took the telescope and looked at it, his face turned pale. Is this a damn firepower configuration of an infantry regiment?

He immediately howled to the Chief of Staff Ma Baochen beside him, "Hurry, remove the team quickly. The other party is not an ordinary product. You can't let the brothers die in vain. Not to mention two thousand, even 20,000 is not enough to fill it. Tell Zhang Songbai to open fire, open fire quickly, and don't be reluctant to leave the shells."

From the attack to the full retreat, the large-scale charge of two thousand young men of the Beiyang Army lasted within less than five minutes and ended. In these short five minutes, nearly 300 Beiyang Army fell on the way to charge.

Wang Kewen was completely relieved. He should know that although more than half of his battalion are veterans who have served for more than one and a half years, 80% have never been on the battlefield. So he just asked for full firepower. On the one hand, it was to create an effective deterrence to the enemy, and on the other hand, it was also to worry that the rookies under his command were overly nervous and would cause them to collapse on their own. That would be troublesome.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. More than 900 officers and soldiers of the First Battalion saw that so many Beiyang soldiers had fallen in front of their positions. The disgust of death was immediately replaced by huge results and the joy of victory. The Beiyang soldiers were nothing more than that.

Only Wang Kewen's face suddenly changed and he shouted to his subordinates who were boasting about each other: "Hurry, everyone hides in the fire point and anti-aircraft holes, and lie down on the spot without time."

Wang Kewen's judgment was accurate, but unfortunately he came a little late. As soon as he finished speaking, a shell accurately hit the main position less than forty meters away from Wang Kewen. The five soldiers who were blowing water there immediately responded to the ground, and the broken shrapnel penetrated into their vital points without hesitation. Wang Kewen was immediately anxious, but was pulled into the fire point by the deputy battalion commander and his adjutant. Before the person stood firm, the fire point was hit by a shell and the person at the fire point was immediately shocked and his ears were numb.

The officers and soldiers of the First Battalion of the Youth Army, who were just celebrating victory, were immediately tragic. For the first time, all the soldiers felt that death was so close to them. Fortunately, their usual training was quite strict, and no one ran around like headless flies. Everyone chose to hold their heads and lie in the trench, waiting for the end of the shelling.

This time, the Sixth Artillery Regiment of Beiyang put in a tough effort and stopped the artillery bombardment until the barrel was so hot that it stopped. A total of 1,200 shells were smashed into the main position of less than 10,000 square meters, causing more than 100 young officers and soldiers to suffer casualties. One of the steel and concrete firepower points was very unlucky and was hit by the shells three times in a row, but it collapsed. A heavy machine gun squad was ruthlessly buried alive.

Wang Kewen was so angry that his eyes turned red when he saw the casualties. He shouted angrily at all the officers and soldiers of the first battalion: "Brothers of the 401st Regiment, today there are enemies but no one, and I am invincible."

Ma Jizeng's shelling decision was extremely experienced, and the young army suffered a great loss. However, even Ma Jizeng himself did not expect that it would happen. This seemingly successful shelling not only failed to destroy the fighting will of the defenders, but instead angered them and made the subsequent battle even more difficult.

The second wave of attack was launched less than ten minutes after the shelling ended. This time, Huang Zhenkui personally suppressed the formation and smashed nearly 4,000 troops of the entire 22nd Infantry Regiment into one go.

Moreover, this wave of attacks is different from the previous wave. In addition to head-on impact, two wings have been added. In short, we must ensure success. It can be seen that the Beiyang Army is coming this time.

When Wang Kewen saw this situation, he bit the steel teeth and shouted: "Chengkui, you bring a platoon to support our left wing scattered positions. Ma Wu, you take a platoon to the other side. The others are stuck on the main position and cannot move."

Liu Xuyi also saw that something was wrong on the mountain at this moment. He immediately put the third battalion of the reserve team in his hand into the battle. Who would have thought that the two sides would dare to do their best when they first met.

Huang Zhenkui personally organized a supervision team, and at the same time increased the reward level to 100, coerced and tempted the soldiers under his command to rush forward.

"Kill, rush." ​​The Beiyang soldiers rushed up with a rifle and shouted slogans, and the Youth Army took out a grenade and threw it out without any hesitation.

The appearance of the grenade greatly affected the morale of the Beiyang soldiers and began to flee. However, this phenomenon was quickly solved by the supervision team set up by Huang Zhenkui. When the Beiyang soldiers looked at the deserter who was beaten to death, they immediately knew that there was no way out except to move forward.

The pressure of the first battalion increased sharply, and at this moment, fierce battles were also on both wings. The fox pits had not many troops themselves. It might be possible to rely on cross-fire to deal with small infiltration, but it was not enough to meet hundreds of Beiyang soldiers. The young soldiers guarding the fox pit had no other way out except to resist stubbornly until they were eliminated. However, even so, it greatly delayed the progress of the Beiyang army's encirclement.

The battle has lasted for more than thirty minutes, and the tenacity shown by the Youth Army surprised the Beiyang Army.

"Captain, you're driven out for the sixth time. You can't rush any more. Leave some seeds for our second battalion, regiment commander." Huang Zhenkui's second battalion commander was covered in blood and ran over with gauze on his head. He cried to Huang Zhenkui. Just now, he personally led a sharp knife company from the second battalion to pierce the main position of the Youth Army. He originally thought that victory was in sight, but the other party did not collapse as expected, but instead resisted more fiercely. The soldiers on both sides fought bayonets in the trenches. The soldiers of the 401st Regiment of the Youth Army gritted their teeth and tried every effort to drive the North that rushed in. The foreign soldiers drove out again. The same thing had been done five times before. Everyone was too tired and was about to achieve a breakthrough. At this time, the Beiyang soldiers suddenly heard the slogan "Long live the tiger, long live the young army". Then a large number of young soldiers in dark blue uniforms rushed into the position. This was a suicide squad organized by the first battalion commander Wang Kewen. With the suicide squad of less than one hundred people, Wang Kewen drove out the Beiyang army, which was twice as good as his own. The Beiyang army commander who led the team was also seriously injured and dragged down by his personal soldiers. Now he was crying with Huang Zhenkui.

Huang Zhenkui didn't want to hear such words at all. He kicked the seriously injured battalion commander away and said angrily: "Damn, I don't believe it anymore. They were all raised by my father's biological parents. Could it be that their young army is three heads and six arms, so I can't rush to me?"

The Beiyang Army rushed up again. Wang Kewen had already fired all the bullets in the muffle gun at this moment. He leaned in the trench tiredly. Looking at the Beiyang Army rushing closer and closer, he really had no strength. Most of the officers and soldiers of the 1st Battalion of the 401st Regiment were not easy. Although the battle was less than an hour, the casualties of both sides were increasing sharply. The Beiyang Army, which had an advantage in terms of numbers, naturally didn't care, but the first battalion with less than a thousand people had to care. Wang Kewen roughly estimated that at such a short time, the crazy Beiyang Army had almost half of his troops' casualties. He really couldn't stand it. If he had such an unreasonable and cost-effective fighting style, he could not live.

Wang Kewen shook his head and tried his best. Half of the casualties could still persist. The first battalion was worthy of the commander and the party: "Successful Squad, follow me."

Wang Kewen gathered his strength to pick up the rifle and rushed up. He just stabbed a Beiyang soldier with one shot, and then he was hit by a tall and strong Beiyang army and fell heavily to the ground.

"Battery Commander." Xiao Wu, a personal guard who had been following Wang Kewen not far away, saw that Wang Kewen was in danger, immediately threw away the enemy in front of him and rushed fiercely towards the Beiyang soldiers who were about to stab Wang Kewen with a bayonet to kill him. He knocked the Beiyang soldiers down in an instant. The Beiyang soldiers were not a fuel-efficient lamp, and stabbed the bayonet into Xiao Wu's stomach with his backhand.

"Xiao Wu." Wang Kewen let out a shrill cry, and his anger stimulated his potential. He grabbed a stone and threw it down fiercely on the tall Beiyang soldier, and then smashed the Beiyang soldier's head with the stone until the flesh was blurred and the other party died. At this moment of crisis, the third battalion finally arrived,.
Chapter completed!