Fengtian, Yang Manor.
It was late at night, but the living room was still brightly lit.
Yang Yuting, the trusted aide of the old marshal of the Feng lineage, and his little friend Chang Yinhuai sat on the sofa.
The two of them quietly stared at the map on the wall and did not say anything.
Tonight, Fengtian was quieter than usual, as if the noise had dissipated.
However, the high-level residences of the Feng lineage like the Yang residence in Fengtian were brightly lit.
Tang Yulin, Zhang Jinghui, and the others did not rush to other provinces to take up their posts, including Assistant Commander Zhang Zuoxiang.
On the contrary, Yu Xuezhong, Wan Fulin, Gao Weiyue, and Wang Shuchang, the security commanders of the four provinces, arrived at the station early by train.
Zhang Jing 'an had messed up the entire Feng army and organized them in order.
However, he still left a regiment of elite troops for Yu Xuezhong and the other two.
With this regiment, Yu Xuezhong and the others could quickly gather the local security regiments and provincial defense brigades.
At least compared to before, the four of them could be considered high-ranking officials of a region.
"Yuting, Liaoyang?"
Chang Yinhuai only dared to ask after holding it in for a long time.
Yang Yuting smiled." He's just a child. His parents weren't by his side since he was young. It's inevitable that he'll be a little mischievous."”
"As for Commander Shirakawa, I've already made it clear that the policy outside the Great Wall will not change.”
"As for Zhang Jing 'an and the others, we just need to teach them a lesson.”
From the beginning to the end, he had never taken this Zhang Clan's Second Young Master seriously.
Even though he had lost the advantageous arm of the fourth legion, he was still the military advisor who was above everyone else.
In the past, Zhang Yuting could not tame him, so how could Zhang Jing 'an?
"Good, good!"
"No matter what, you're still the best.”
"With a little trick, that Second Young Master Zhang was in a sorry state.”
"This is not a place where an illegitimate child can play.”
Hearing this, Chang Yinhuai was overjoyed.
Zhang Jing 'an's bad luck could create favorable conditions for him to ascend.
Why not?
........
Far away in Liaoyang, outside the northern city gate.
The densely packed Japanese stared at the city in front of them, their eyes filled with aggression.
Kagatani Hirakawa, the captain of the 3rd Battalion, and Takashi Nakamura, the captain of the 4th Battalion, were watching the battle with rapt attention.
In order to cooperate with the Kwantung Army, the Manchurian Command not only sent out the first independent garrison team.
Before the battle had even begun, they had already sent the third squad stationed at Dashiqiao and the fourth squad stationed at Lianshan Pass to Liaoyang.
When the sixth regiment of the Kwantung Army and the first independent garrison launched an attack on Benxi, the third and fourth squadrons were rushing to Liaoyang.
Not only that, these two battalions also had the only artillery squadron under the Manchurian Iron and Steel Command.
Although the firepower of the four Type 92 Infantry Cannons could not compare to mountain cannons and field cannons of the same level, their power was not weak.
The Type 92 Infantry Cannon was only 62 centimeters tall, and its shooting range was extremely wide.
At close range, this type of cannon could give full play to the accuracy, surprise, and fierceness of its firepower.
Furthermore, the Type 92 Infantry Cannon had an advantage in mountainous battles.
In the past, the US military was often helpless against the Japanese's Type 92 Infantry Cannons on the Pacific battlefield.
As a result, during the White Mountain War, our army used the Type 92 Infantry Cannon to attack the Americans, causing them to be traumatized.
At this moment, there were less than 2,000 people guarding the north gate of Liaoyang. Most of them were security police and there were no heavy weapons at all.
As for the armored regiment led by Zhang Tingshu and the original reconnaissance regiment, they were all suppressing the Japanese rebellion and had no time to support the north gate.
Therefore, the Japanese's artillery caused a lot of trouble for the Feng army.
"Hahaha, Murakami-kun, that Yan Huang person is completely suppressed by the Imperial Army's firepower.”
Looking at the north gate of Liaoyang that was covered in artillery fire, Kagatani laughed proudly.
"Inaba, it's time for us to attack.”
Frowning, Takashi Nakamura said directly,""If we don't attack now, we'll miss the opportunity.”
Compared to Kagaya Hirakawa, Takashi Nakamura was more rational.
He knew better than anyone that the reason why Feng Jun was defeated was not because his combat strength was weak, but because he could not cope.
There were hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Fengtian alone.
Once they reacted, even the 2nd division might not be able to take down Liaoyang City, let alone two independent garrison squads.
Moreover, after three rounds of bombardment, the Feng army in the city would definitely suffer heavy losses.
Now was the best time to attack.
"Murakami-kun is right. Attack immediately.”
Hearing this.
Kagatani Hirakawa came back to his senses and immediately gave the order.
Instantly.
The 3rd and 4th squads of the East Japanese independent garrison, nearly 2,000 people, quickly moved.
Under the illumination of the fire, a group of yellow figures were charging towards Liaoyang City with guns.
However, before the Japanese could reach the north gate, the ground shook and disrupted everyone's rhythm.
"Beep toot!"
A low hissing sound pierced through the silence of the night and was particularly ear-piercing.
In the next moment.
A dozen huge black shadows appeared behind the Japanese.
Zhang Jing 'an, who was sitting in the truck at the front, was holding an MG42 machine gun. He aimed at the Japanese and fired a long shot.
"Da da! Da da!"
Orange flames spread out from the muzzle.
The bullets rained down on the Japanese like a storm.
For a moment, wails and screams could be heard.
The bullets pierced through the Japanese's bodies, turning them into a sieve.
What a joke!
The MG42 machine gun was the legendary " Chancellor's chainsaw ", the ultimate killing machine of the Germanic race.
It could fire at least 1200 bullets per minute.
How terrifying was its power!
"Da da! Da da!"
Immediately after.
Dozens of orange flame chains appeared in the dark night.
Countless bullets were fired at the Japanese, and even the ground was riddled with bullets.
Liu Hong, the commander of the railway garrison stationed at Benxi railway station, saw the fierce bombardment of Liaoyang City.
Therefore, he ordered the 12 light military trucks equipped by the garrison regiment to set off to support Zhang Jingan.
At the same time, each vehicle was equipped with an infantry squad that served the MG-42 general machine gun.
Therefore, they quickly rushed to the north gate of Liaoyang and ambushed the Japanese.
Even though the Japanese had already reacted, they had no choice.
Facing the death net formed by 12 MG42 machine guns and dozens of Thompson submachine guns, no one could resist.
In just a short moment, the Japanese camp was in a mess. Broken limbs were everywhere, and blood dyed the soil red.
12 light military trucks loaded with MG42 general machine guns were moving around like the Grim Reaper.
The Japanese on the battlefield were reaped by them again and again.
There was nothing but despair.
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