Bourne: Command and Conquer

Chapter 1188: , Gunshots at Marco Polo Bridge

Chapter 1188, Gunshots at Marco Polo Bridge

night.

Wan Ping. Marco Polo Bridge.

Zhang Yong looked at his watch. I feel anxious inside.

Damn the system, why hasn’t it started yet? It's time!

Today is July 7, 1937.

And it was already night.

Do you know how I spent this month?

So busy every day!

Busy catching spies! Busy carrying wealth!

numb...

The process is also lackluster.

Finally, it was hard to wait for the time node. As a result, you did nothing?

There are still two hours until July 8th.

Don’t wait until it’s too late!

"Snap hook!"

Sharp gunshots were heard in the distance.

This is a live-fire exercise by the Japanese aggressors.

Zhang Yong had no doubt that the Japanese invaders would soon stir up trouble.

Therefore, starting from seven o'clock in the evening, he personally took charge of Wanping. Waiting for the Japanese invaders to launch an attack.

However, the Japanese invaders seemed to have not made any move yet.

The exercise is outside the field of view and cannot be seen through telescopes. Only the sound of gunfire could be heard.

For safety reasons, the Chinese garrison around Wanping City has all entered a first-level combat state. The artillery positions in the rear are also well prepared.

finally…

Three red dots appear at the edge of the map.

Raise the telescope.

Because it was dark, I couldn't see clearly.

Three red dots move towards Wanping City. Enter 300 meters distance.

The telescope gradually became clearer.

Not armed. But there was no white flag raised either. Instead, he came over aggressively.

The forward position immediately sent people to intercept. The two sides had a chatty negotiation.

Soon, Ji Xingwen came to report to Zhang Yong.

"Commissioner, the Japanese said that they had soldiers missing and suspected that they had entered Wanping City. They asked to enter Wanping City to search."

"Tell them to get lost!"

"I have rejected their request."

"Well done! Remind the frontline troops that the Japanese invaders may launch an attack at any time."

"yes."

Ji Xingwen agreed and went.

Zhang Yong raised his telescope. Looking at the open space to the west of Marco Polo Bridge.

If there are no major changes in the course of history, the Japanese invaders will launch an attack on Marco Polo Bridge in the next few hours.

But, **** the system, why hasn’t it started yet?

23:00…

23:30…

A large number of red dots appear on the edge of the map.

Densely packed weapon symbols. Obviously, this is the Japanese army.

However, because it was dark night, the telescope could not see the Japanese invaders.

23:50…

23:59:55…

Died young.

The system is screwed.

Not started yet…

23:59:59…

finally…

【System startup】

A prompt message arrives.

Zhang Yong suddenly became energetic.

Ahhhh...

So excited!

The system is finally officially started!

After waiting for more than two years, the system is finally started! What a pity!

quick!

I want 100,000 aircraft carriers!

I want 100,000 planes!

I want…

Huh?

What's going on?

The system is unresponsive again?

Just a message?

And then there’s nothing more to say?

no. Don't do this! At least give me some BGM or something.

Why…

The system is unresponsive.

Zhang Yong gradually became confused.

faint! Is it the same if it is started or not?

[An unknown error occurred in the system]

【Insufficient energy...】

With great difficulty, I finally got two more messages.

Then…

Never again.

The system fell silent. As if already dead.

Hmm…

have no choice. Just accept the reality.

Maybe the God of Harmony has taken control of the system. Keep it from getting mad.

Time enters July 8, 1937.

01:00…

The Japanese invaders have not made any move yet.

They continue to lurk west of Marco Polo Bridge.

Zhang Yong yawned. Raise the telescope. View the bridgehead position.

According to his request, barbed wire fences were added to the bridgehead position, as well as hidden heavy machine gun positions.

Behind the bridgehead position, three 60mm mortars were added.

The purpose was to defeat the provocation of the Japanese invaders. Blow it up.

01:30…

The red dot starts to move.

They gradually spread out and surrounded the Marco Polo Bridge.

good!

It's finally begun.

Zhang Yong looked unmoved.

Wait silently.

The Japanese invaders appeared in the naked eye.

"Bang!"

Warning shots were fired from the western bridgehead.

But it didn't work. The Japanese invaders continued to attack the bridgehead position.

It can be clearly seen in the telescope that the Japanese invaders are squatting and advancing very fast.

They are all veterans.

They are all elite.

The individual combat effectiveness is very strong.

"Snap hook!"

The Japanese invaders opened fire as they marched.

Bullets struck sandbags on the western bridgehead. There are also those that fly by.

"puff!"

A grenade fell.

This is a grenade launch by the Japanese invaders.

"boom!"

Another shell fell.

This is the Japanese 92 infantry artillery!

The shells landed on the western bridgehead, exploding into clouds of fire.

The defenders began to suffer casualties.

"Son of a bitch! They are serious!" Ji Xingwen was anxious and angry.

"Fight back!" Zhang Yong was very calm.

It seems that historical events are nothing special.

It was the Japanese invaders who started their real attack. It’s no longer a drill.

From now on, the whole of China will enter a state of full-scale resistance. Until victory.

"yes!"

Ji Xingwen turned around and left.

Soon the mortar emplacements began firing.

"boom!"

Artillery shells continued to explode among the Japanese invaders.

In the clouds of fire, Japanese invaders were blown away one after another. A sea of fire exploded directly.

The Japanese invaders who launched the attack seemed a little confused.

They obviously did not expect to encounter such a fierce counterattack.

The squadron at the front suffered dozens of casualties in an instant. The rest had to lie down on the ground. I no longer dare to bend my waist and rush upward.

"boom!"

The Japanese invaders' supporting artillery fire began fiercely.

In addition to the 92 infantry gun, there are also 90mm mortars. Artillery shells fell intensively on the western bridgehead.

The sandbag fortifications could not withstand the Japanese bombardment, and casualties increased.

"Ring ring ring..."

Inside the headquarters, the phone suddenly rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the microphone casually.

"Hello…"

"I am Zhang Yong. Who are you?"

"I am Tong Linge. Commissioner. Did the Japanese invaders launch an attack?"

"Yes. The artillery fire was very fierce. The bridgehead position west of Marco Polo Bridge may not be able to be defended."

"Son of a bitch! They're serious!"

"Report to Commander Song! I will also report to Jinling."

"good!"

Tong Linge hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong held the microphone. Looks calm. Neither happy nor sad.

This is just the beginning.

There will be another eight years of hard work ahead.

Now, it's not the darkest hour yet. The fall of Wuhan is.

Turn around.

Raise the telescope.

The bridgehead to the west cannot be defended.

There is no cover there. The Japanese artillery fire has completely covered it.

The two platoons of defenders would eventually suffer casualties.

The cannon fodder of the Japanese invaders also blocked the Marco Polo Bridge. Effective reinforcements from the rear cannot be achieved.

However, it was not that easy for the Japanese invaders to hold the bridgehead. Our army's artillery fire will also cover it.

"Communications Officer!"

"arrive!"

"Send a report to the Military and Administrative Department and the Attendant's Office!"

"yes."

"Content: At one o'clock in the morning on the 8th, the Japanese invaders launched a fierce attack on Marco Polo Bridge. I am in Wanping. Zhang Yong."

"yes."

The communications staff quickly recorded it.

Soon, the telegram was prepared. Show it to Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong took out his pen. Sign the telegram.

Actually no need. However, he hopes to leave his name in history.

In the future, if in this plane, there are people from later generations who look up the information.

You will find that one of the original telegrams has his signature Zhang Yong. He, Zhang Yong, can be regarded as someone who has left a voice when a goose passes by, and a name when a person passes by.

Think about it. Zhang Yong picked up the phone again. Command to forward a number.

Soon, someone answered the call.

"Boss Qi. It's me. Zhang Yong."

"Commissioner Zhang?"

"Let me tell you something. The Japanese invaders are currently violently attacking Marco Polo Bridge. They will probably besiege Wanping soon."

"I see."

"Okay. I'm just telling you."

"Thanks!"

"Need not."

Zhang Yong hung up the phone.

Put down the mic. It's okay. Just fight calmly.

"boom…"

Sure enough, the bridgehead began to collapse.

no way. This is doomed. There is no danger to defend. It is also impossible to dig tunnels.

It can only be a head-on confrontation.

02:13…

The bridgehead was in shambles.

The defenders of the two platoons suffered almost all casualties.

All were killed by artillery fire.

The national army in Wanping City wanted to reinforce, but was intercepted by Japanese artillery fire.

However, it was not that easy for the Japanese infantry to occupy the bridgehead. They were also intercepted by artillery fire.

The advantage of Zhang Yong coming to Wanping is that he brings enough artillery shells.

The 60mm shell tube is enough.

"boom…"

With the intensive bombing of mortars, the casualties of the Japanese invaders were also increasing.

Right. Who was the Japanese commander who launched the attack? It seems to be Captain Ichiki Kiyonao? hehe. It feels good tonight.

"Kill Jiji..."

Through the telescope, I saw a Japanese officer getting up fiercely, holding his command knife high, and yelling at the soldiers to move forward.

As a result, the shells fell next to it, blowing it to pieces.

In the dust, plaster flags were flying.

"call!"

"boom…"

Suddenly, there was an explosion nearby.

Turn around. It was discovered that a cannonball had landed in Wanping City.

His eyes darkened.

It was the Japanese invaders who launched an artillery bombardment on Wanping.

It was judged to be the Japanese invaders' 75mm mountain cannon. In fact, it is also a replica of the legal M1897.

It is of the same origin as the Italian cannon. Average power. Good range. There are eight kilometers.

"boom…"

The Japanese artillery shells continued to fall.

The buildings on the ground were bombed and collapsed one after another. But it has no impact on the headquarters.

The headquarters is semi-underground. There is a thick enough protective layer on it. Able to withstand bombardment from 105mm artillery shells. But not for a long time.

Knowing that the Japanese invaders would launch an attack on Marco Polo Bridge and Wanping, of course, we had to prepare in advance.

Underground fortifications have been built wherever conditions permit.

Only trenches can be dug at the bridgehead west of Marco Polo Bridge. resulting in greater casualties.

"Commissioner."

Ji Xingwen entered the headquarters.

He wanted to say that it was dangerous here and asked Zhang Yong to leave.

But seeing Zhang Yong's calm look, he swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

"The bridgehead cannot be held."

"I know."

"I will arrange a counterattack immediately."

"Need not."

Zhang Yong shook his head.

No need. Just a small position.

The bridgehead on the west side is easy to attack and difficult to defend. If we continue to send people up, it will only increase casualties.

Leave it to the Japanese invaders and then cover it with artillery fire.

The purpose was to increase the number of Japanese casualties.

Don't worry about the gains and losses of one city or one place. The focus is on destroying the effective forces of the Japanese invaders.

"The division has arranged for troop reinforcements."

"Stay in the north. Don't enter the city for the time being. The place here is small. Troops that are too crowded will be easily killed by Japanese artillery fire."

"I wonder if the Japanese heavy artillery regiment will be dispatched..."

"Sooner or later they will be dispatched."

Zhang Yong looked calm. Then he started yawning.

Witnessed a historical moment. But it seems nothing special. That's the prologue.

A large number of red dots appear on the eastern edge of the map.

It's a large Japanese invader force.

They are going to attack Wanping City.

"Bang!"

Sure enough, warning shots were heard.

Ji Xingwen hurriedly walked out of the headquarters and came to the tower. Hold up your telescope and observe.

Zhang Yong did not go out. Sit back and wait for things to develop.

Anyway, everything that needs to be done has been done.

The rest is how things unfold.

"boom…"

The Japanese artillery fire became more intense.

Part of the wall of Wanping City was blown open. Sand and gravel rolled down.

Dust and smoke began to pour into the underground headquarters.

A large number of red dots began to spread out.

Then approach Wanping City.

This is when the Japanese invaders are about to attack.

To the west, attack Marco Polo Bridge.

To the southeast, attack Wanping.

"boom…"

The defenders' 75mm mountain artillery began to return fire.

There was no artillery battle.

What they were fighting was the Japanese infantry.

These days, artillery battles are unrealistic. It's too mysterious.

What artillerymen fear is not enemy artillery. But a plane. Fortunately it is night and the plane cannot take off.

The map shows that red dots disappear intermittently.

However, half an hour later, some Japanese invaders still entered a distance of 200 meters.

Judging from the distribution of red dots, it should be a squadron of troops. About one hundred and fifty people. Very spread out.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Da da da..."

Rifles and light machine guns began to fight back.

At the same time, mortars of various calibers also began to be fired.

The latter is the point.

Unfortunately, the Japanese attacking troops were scattered. Cannonballs don't do much.

The machine gun is not very effective either. Can only shoot in short bursts. Continuous firing for a long time results in a waste of bullets.

"Snap hook!"

The Japanese invaders were also shooting.

Finally, the entire Wanping City entered a state of fighting.

"Ring ring ring..."

At this time, the phone rang.

Zhang Yong picked up the microphone.

"Hello…"

"I'm Qin Dechun. Who are you?"

"Deputy Commander Qin, I am Zhang Yong."

"In Wanping?"

"right."

"How's the situation?"

"The Japanese invaders have dispatched two brigades to besiege Wanping. More troops may be invested in the future."

"I have made a strong protest to the Japanese."

"hehe."

Zhang Yong laughed dryly.

Protest strongly? Very well done!

Why don't you go to the United Nations to protest? Can protests make the Japanese invaders stop their aggression?

It is estimated that Qin Dechun himself feels unreliable. So I quickly hung up the phone.

Put down the mic.

Be calm and composed.

A regiment of Japanese invaders. A regiment of defenders.

Judging from the comparison of military strength, the military strength is about three to one. But no harm.

As long as the Japanese heavy artillery regiment and aircraft did not dispatch, they would not be able to capture Wanping City. The tank doesn't work well at night either.

"Ring ring ring..."

The phone rang again.

Pick up the phone.

"Hello…"

"I am Zhao Dengyu..."

"Mr. Zhao. It's me. Zhang Yong."

"How's it going?"

"The defenders of the bridgehead west of Marco Polo Bridge suffered all casualties. However, the Japanese invaders were suppressed by our army's artillery fire and were unable to occupy the bridgehead for the time being."

"How is the situation here in Wanping?"

"The Japanese invaders only have Qiwu mountain artillery and 90mm mortars. It doesn't matter for the time being."

"The reinforcements are five miles north of the city. Reinforcements are ready at any time."

"I understand. I'll let you know if necessary."

"good."

The phone was hung up.

Zhang Yongshen stretched his waist. Put the mic down.

The map shows that the remaining red dots have retreated.

hehe. Did the first wave of attacks retreat like this? A rough calculation shows that the Japanese invaders should have suffered hundreds of casualties.

This squadron was probably disabled. There is no way to fight anymore in the short term.

They must have never imagined that the defenders' artillery fire would be so fierce.

yawn.

A little sleepy.

So close your eyes. Start to squint.

No problem.

There will be no danger tonight.

The prologue has just begun.

The big drama is yet to come.

[To be continued]

(End of chapter)

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