I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 655: The Sorrow of Zhongtiao Mountain (28) Fan Zhengting is a Talent

Fang Zhixiao: Who said there were no talented people in the Republic of China? Fan Zhengting is a talent!

Regardless of whether the Italian instructor was dedicated or just acting on a whim, Fan Zhengting really learned it.

Fang Zhixiao: "Come on, come on, get out of my way and let Brother Fan give you a hand."

Fan Zhengting walked over and first circled around a 105mm howitzer slowly twice.

Then he fiddled here and there, opened the breech block and put in the shells.

Only then did he turn around and ask Brigade Commander Fang Zhixiao.

"Captain Fang, where do you want to hit? How about we try a shot and see if we can hit you accurately?"

Fan Zhengting had no confidence at this moment, after all, he had only tried it on a wooden fake cannon. He had never fired a single real cannonball.

In fact, Fang Zhixiao also thought so. It was said that this cannon could fire at a very long distance, with a range of 18 kilometers.

The Japanese were being pursued by a guerrilla division. If a shell missed the target, a platoon of Nationalist troops would be wiped out.

Fang Zhixiao: "How about letting Brother Fan give it a try?"

Brigade Commander Fang thought he had found a talent, so he even called his younger brother to join him.

Fan Zhengting said eagerly, "How about you give me the coordinates, sir?"

Fang Zhixiao immediately used the walkie-talkie to notify the soldiers conducting reconnaissance in front and asked them to report the coordinates.

Just ten minutes later, the scouts in front reported that they had evacuated and informed the brigade commander that they could test the artillery.

Everyone looked at Fan Zhengting nervously, but Fan Zhengting closed his eyes.

He began to circle around the 105mm howitzer, muttering to himself.

Fang Zhixiao leaned closer and listened, and what Fan Zhengting was muttering made him laugh and cry.

"The heavens are spirited and the earth is spirited, the Supreme Lord will appear soon..."

Fang Zhixiao was so angry that he wanted to shout: Fan Zhengting, are you capable of this?

Before Fang Zhixiao could ask, Fan Zhengting had already given the answer.

He suddenly pulled the gun rope with force, and a 105mm shell flew into the sky through the muzzle.

All they heard was a loud "bang", which caused the unsuspecting onlookers to temporarily lose their hearing.

Looking at Fan Zhengting who was cheering and jumping for joy as he took the cotton out of his ears, I realized that I had an epiphany.

Fan Zhengting is really smart, but there is a reason why he is bullied. He is so hateful.

You know that you should cover your ears, so why didn’t you think of informing your superiors?

Five minutes later, Fang Zhixiao's hearing finally returned.

At this time, good news came from the scouts in front.

"Report to the brigade commander, this artillery fire is too accurate, the coordinates are only off by fifty meters."

"Wow!" Everyone clapped their hands vigorously after hearing this.

You have to know that this was a full twelve kilometers away. Fan Zhengting, who had never touched a real cannon, was so awesome.

Just relying on the coordinates reported earlier, the artillery shells were delivered to a place only fifty meters away from the coordinates.

For most artillerymen, this is already the level of a master gunner.

Fang Zhixiao: "The investigators can withdraw now. Remember to record the coordinates every 300 meters."

Then he turned around and hugged Fan Zhengting, who was still secretly proud of himself.

“Hahaha, Lao Fan, Brother Fan, from today on, you are our real brother.

If we win this battle, we will be qualified to be promoted from a brigade to a division.

You are the chief instructor of my artillery regiment, and I will give you the title of deputy commander."

From platoon leader to deputy regiment commander, he was promoted five levels in a row.

Fan Zhengting finally got the idea this time, and with tears in his eyes he told the other party what was going on.

"I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have not met a mentor yet. If you don't give up, I would like to be your disciple..."

Fang Zhixiao quickly interrupted Fan Zhengting and wanted to say something else.

"Let's just call each other brothers. It's better to call each other brothers."

Only then did I realize that all these old-school Gannan people had heard the joke that Song Wenwan told.

He was really scared of this young man who was not much older than him.

It is too embarrassing to rashly say, "I am willing to be your godfather."

The Yoshitani Division groped their way in the dark and finally arrived about five kilometers outside of Heifengkou at one o'clock in the morning.

When they first set out, Commander Yoshitani was feeling uneasy.

They all left the camp on foot, and all the tents were taken away in wagons.

Only after the entire army had left the base for five kilometers did Ji Gu change to war horses and march forward.

Because it was too dark, they did not march very fast at first.

Only after they had walked ten kilometers did they dare to light torches, and their speed only then increased.

When they arrived here, Ji Gu finally realized where his uneasiness came from.

Due to the carelessness of their rear guard, they never discovered it.

Behind them, there was a huge army, chasing after them and keeping a close eye on them.

By the time the rear guard of the Yoshitani Division discovered that the Kuomintang army was following them, the two sides had already engaged in a battle.

Staff Officer: "Reporting to the division commander, the captain of the Daijielian team who is responsible for the rear is reporting.

They discovered that there were Kuomintang troops following them, and an exchange of fire had already occurred between the two sides.

Division Commander Yoshitani listened to the increasingly intense sound of gunfire behind the army.

His brows were also tightly furrowed.

"Did Captain Daisuke tell us how many National Army troops are coming from behind and whose troops they are?"

Staff Officer: “Judging from the size of the attackers, there are about 40,000 to 50,000 troops.

I have just made contact with the other party and cannot see their number yet.

I only know that they lost half a battalion of soldiers in the short fight just now."

Yoshitani: "Bakayaro, what kind of troops did the national army send out to cause such a heavy loss to Captain Daisuke?"

The staff officer’s expression changed slightly: “Your Excellency, the division commander, the captain of the Daisuke League just said so.

The weapons used by the troops on both wings of the enemy are basically the same as ours.

The artillery attack from their troops in the middle was extremely fierce, and the weapons used by the infantry seemed to be...semi-automatic rifles."

Division Commander Yoshitani: "Damn it, they used a semi-automatic rifle.

This elite force that has caught up with us must be the main force of the guerrilla division."

At this time, another communications staff officer came running over to report.

"Your Excellency, Commander Daisuke has just sent a farewell message.

He said that the fighting had not lasted half an hour and his regiment had already lost two battalions.

Now we request the main force of the division to ignore him and the entire army to move to the south of Zhongtiao Mountain as quickly as possible.

As long as we rush to Heifengkou and join forces with the Songdao Division to defend the dangerous area, the national army will naturally retreat."

Right now, Ji Gu was so angry that he just wanted to bang his head against the wall.

When did his Type A division of more than 30,000 people become such a mess?

But Captain Daijie Lian was right, he had to retreat to the Black Wind Mouth first.

As long as they have the support of heavy artillery units, the pursuers of the National Army will be unable to do anything to them.

Yoshitani: "Send a telegram to Captain Daisuke, saying that the Yoshitani Division thanks their regiment for their dedication and that we will meet at the shrine."

"Hi!"

The communications staff officer was ordered to leave and send a telegram. Halfway through the journey, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Shouldn't we meet at the shrine? How did it become meeting in the shrine's restroom?

It seems that Lord Yoshitani is in a bad mood indeed. When he speaks, he even speaks with a Hokkaido accent.