Chapter 292: Defense? No, I

Azi Mountain position.

The entire regiment already knows the enemy has reached Baiyang Town, and considering that Azi Mountain has only one company,

they immediately dispatched the Third Company over.

Company Commander Jiang Yuan led the reinforcements charging from the western slope!

"Zhang Liang! I'm late!" Jiang Yuan shouted from afar upon hearing the cannon fire at Baiyang Town. He worried he might be too late, but when he looked, the enemy's position had been bombed!

"Not late, just right. Look, the fireworks over there are impressive!" Zhang Liang said with interest.

"Brother, what do you think, any interest in launching a counter‑assault to finish off those Little Devils?" Jiang Yuan, bold as ever, thought of a counter‑assault in this situation.

Zhang Liang glanced at the distant Baiyang Town and the artillery positions on the southern bank of the Yangtze River; in the darkness, the glimmer of cannon fire was still faintly visible.

Zhang Liang nodded, "Alright, Jiang Yuan, how many mortars do you have?"

"You kid, no nonsense. My company and yours are both at full strength, with a total of five 60mm mortars and one 81mm mortar," Jiang Yuan shouted.

"Good, the Commander across the river is firing; we'll join the fun. Your mortars plus my company make twelve mortars in total—enough to give the Little Devils a good drink!" Zhang Liang said.

"Ha ha, just what I wanted," Jiang Yuan immediately ordered all mortars behind him to line up in a single file.

Zhang Liang promptly gave the artillery the pre‑measured range.

"Target, 300 meters ahead."

"Fire!"

The shells whistled out, striking the Japanese Army assembly point with precision.

Boom! Boom!

The enemy formation on the east side of Baiyang Town fell into chaos, luckily evading the heavy howitzer barrage.

But they never expected dozens of mortars to rain down from the sky.

Since when has the Chinese firepower become this fierce!

Southern bank of the Yangtze River.

At Shi Xiaomao's artillery position, Jiang Anguo walked over with interest.

Their ears were buzzing; at that moment Xiao Si came over, not knowing what to say.

Seeing this, Xiao Si immediately shouted into Jiang Anguo's ear, "Young Master, Zhang Liang of the First Battalion, Second Company, and Jiang Yuan of the Third Company said they will counterattack the Little Devils at Baiyang Town, extending our artillery back by 300 meters."

Now Jiang Anguo finally heard clearly.

"Xiao Si, go inform Shi Xiaomao, and also tell the regiment across and its Company Commander that they can contact Shi Xiaomao directly, without going through me," Jiang Anguo shouted.

Jiang Anguo also realized that sending a Telegram was still too slow; he needed a walkie‑talkie for the troops, the kind that makes a direct call.

Xiao Si nodded and immediately went to Shi Xiaomao's artillery position.

"Artillery, extend back 300 meters!" Shi Xiaomao instantly adjusted the howitzer's firing angle.

At this moment, all the artillerymen's ears were already strained; even with headsets, the deafening noise was right beside them, and Jiang Anguo's ears could not take it for long.

The main thing was to follow the command flag.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The southern bank artillery roared again, eight 20‑kilogram 105mm HE shells tearing through the night sky over the Yangtze River, striking behind Baiyang Town.

Six seconds later—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground roiled as the Eighth Regiment's fireballs rose, and the Japanese Army's reserve assembly point three hundred meters away instantly turned into a furnace.

Limb fragments and broken rifles scattered amid the mud and smoke.

But a strange scene unfolded.

All the explosion points formed a circle around Lieutenant Colonel Jiman Yixiong!

He stood at the center, his uniform intact, his sword undamaged, not a single hair out of place.

Japanese 39th Division, 232nd Regiment Commander Jiman Yixiong felt the Chinese forces opposite were playing with him.

"Regimental Commander..." a surviving guard whispered, pointing at his trouser leg, "Your… trousers are wet."

Jiman Yixiong looked down; a dark stain was slowly spreading across the crotch of his dark military trousers.

His whole body stiffened, a buzzing filled his ears.

It wasn't rain—it was urine. The eight thunder‑like explosions had scared it out of him!

"Baka!!!" he roared, his voice trembling.

For a moment he thought death was certain, but the Chinese artillery somehow missed him.

It was mockery! A cat‑playing‑with‑a‑mouse before the chase!

"The Chinese have heavy artillery on the southern bank. Withdraw, withdraw from Baiyang Town," Jiman Yixiong ordered the Messenger.

"Hey!"

But before the Messenger could issue the retreat order,

The Huaxia army position across the river from Baiyang Town also erupted with the sound of numerous shells.

Standing behind, Jiman Yixiong, by the faint moonlight, could clearly see a dozen fireworks in the distance, dazzlingly bright.

Jiman Yixiong could not believe that three‑quarters of his battalion's strength had vanished in an instant, and the remainder didn't even have time to retreat.

After three rounds of bombardment, the Japanese on the east side of Baiyang Town had long disappeared.

There was no time to flee; who would dare charge forward to resist?

"Second Company, Third Company, combine! Counter‑assault! Second Company take the bridgehead, hurry, hurry, hurry," Zhang Liang shouted.

When they rushed onto the stone bridge at Baiyang Town, Jiang Yuan, brandishing an MP40 Submachine Gun, saw there were no Little Devils left.

Zhang Liang began directing the troops, "Cross the bridge quickly, spread the units north and south, hurry, hurry, hurry."

"Search the formation, break through Baiyang Town, fast!"

Continuously remind the troops to make a rapid breakthrough.

It is precisely when the Japanese Army is confused that we charge forward.

Two companies: the second company on Zhang Liang's side has some soldiers who must defend positions and cannot be deployed, and there are also over two hundred men; if they are all crowded onto a single bridge, the target becomes far too obvious.

Fortunately, the mortar barrage just now targeted the most important objective: the Little Devil position on the east side of the bridge.

The soldiers of the second and third companies quickly crossed the stone bridge at Baiyang Town; this stone bridge, weathered by wind and frost, once again endured the baptism of war.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Boom—boom—boom!

Zhang Liang realized something was wrong, turned back and shouted loudly, "Messenger, inform the artillery on the opposite bank to cease fire, cease fire."

If a shell lands on our own men, the loss would be far too great.

Jiman Yixiong saw the situation turn unfavorable, urgently ordered a retreat, but it was already too late.

In the past, the Imperial Japanese Army always chased the Huaxia Army, but he never expected that with four or five hundred men, two squads, the opposing Huaxia Army would dare launch a counter‑charge.

"Retreat, retreat!" Lieutenant Colonel Jiman Yixiong immediately shouted for the Japanese Army to withdraw, but in such chaotic conditions the Little Devils could no longer hear their officer's voice, though they knew to run fast.

Jiang Yuan personally brandished his spear and rushed into Baiyang Town, taking down a Little Devil wielding a Type 38 rifle in one sweep.

Zhang Liang took three steps as two, charged forward, and with a single slash cut down the plaster‑patch flag inside Baiyang Town!

The Japanese Army left behind over a hundred corpses and fled in panic into the dense forest to the northeast of Baiyang Town.

Yazi Mountain held.