Chapter 8: The Great Victory of Dushu Town

  But when he learned from the excited messenger that it was a great idea, Wu Zhengwei couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. Then, pretending to be nonchalant, he said casually: "That little devil is quite clever and resourceful, but this big victory is the credit of all the soldiers in the Guard Regiment. However, we should now hurry up to Dushu Town, go to the front line to grasp the situation, and then decide what to do next!"

  The more than 100 war horses that had just been captured by the Nationalist Party, together with all senior officers of the Red Twenty-Fifth Army, quickly galloped towards Dushu Town. In fact, the situation in Dushu Town was not as good as imagined. The entire logistics personnel of the enemy's 115th Brigade, more than 400 people, plus scattered remnants and wounded soldiers, had a total number of no less than 700 people in the town, all with guns. However, because the area they were in was constantly being cut off by the two regiments of the Red Army's 225th Division, they lost their channel for obtaining information from within the city and lost command.

  The logistics soldiers, who were already terrified and without command, being surrounded and divided, after the regiment commander came to surrender with a high-ranking officer, immediately put down their guns. The originally bustling small town quickly returned to its usual tranquility. Row upon row of white-clad soldiers held up their brand-new Zhongzheng rifles in the flickering light of torches, under the dark gun barrels and cold faces of the Red Army soldiers, obediently walked to the pile of guns stacked like a mountain and put down their weapons, dropping bag after bag of heavy ammunition pouches and hand grenades from the Jinling Arsenal.

  Perhaps in their view, being a soldier and eating military rations is a matter of course, and it's not necessary to sacrifice oneself for one's superior in this desperate situation. But Gaoquan saw numbness on the spiritual level of the Chinese nation from such an apathetic, unfeeling, and even slightly fearful expression. Is it because the prolonged warlord wars and game-like battles made them lose the last bit of masculinity? Or is it because the government's policy of keeping people ignorant made these soldiers, who were mostly born to peasant families, lose their last bit of judgment? Don't they feel that surrendering is shameful? Gaoquan's extremely distorted face looked so ferocious, was he angry or pitiful, or was it deep concern for the war that would erupt a few years later, which would be the most critical moment for the Chinese nation?

  Perhaps Lu Xun's enlightening words only awakened a portion of intellectuals, but the peasants at the bottom of Chinese society, who make up the majority of China's population, are still far from being awakened. Many of them have short-sighted vision and are mostly concerned with immediate small gains. In their eyes, clan is far more important than country, family is above nation! Do you know why they fought? Perhaps it lies in the greatest difference between the Nationalist Party army and the Communist Party army. And isn't land reform policy precisely aimed at satisfying their interests in what concerns them most?

  Still in the Zhonggu Tower, several leaders of the 25th Army gathered together. The latest situation map of the Kuomintang made them understand the deployment of the Kuomintang clearly. In addition to the report from the commander of the guard company and Gaoquan, a clear battle situation was presented before us. On the left wing of Dushu Town, there were nearly 2,000 people from the 2nd Regiment of the 115th Brigade of the Kuomintang, as well as security guards, police, and other miscellaneous armed forces, who had already gained initial vigilance. The right wing was the 1st Regiment of the 115th Brigade, with 1,340 people, still unclear about the battle situation and the danger on their left flank.

  So the 225th Regiment and the Military Police Battalion's Special Operations Company, which had suffered heavy casualties earlier, were left to guard Dushan Town, preventing the enemy's Second Regiment from attacking. Anyway, the enemy had almost exhausted their mortar shells in the previous attack, and now was the time when they had the spirit but lacked the strength. Moreover, there were still a large number of residual enemies in the city that needed to be cleared out, and the battlefield also needed to be swept. Therefore, the troops quickly unfolded their actions according to the military's deployment.

  Originally, due to the continuous attacks in front, Sun Tuanzuo had already suffered significant losses and was still reeling from the pain. Before the beef in the pot was even cooked, dense gunfire and battle cries erupted from the left and rear of the position. In an instant, Sun Tuanzuo's heart turned cold. "The left side is precisely the direction of the brigade headquarters! Moreover, I have deployed many sentry units on the right wing! Even if the enemy had circled around to our rear, there should be some noise! Could it be that the brigade has really been wiped out?!" Sun Tuanzuo's mind went blank as he slumped into his campaign chair, involuntarily shouting: "That idiot Wan Yi! He actually let the Communist bandits take over our old nest! This scoundrel! Not killing him is not enough to serve as a warning to others!"

  "Colonel, the Communist bandits are attacking from the left! They've already thrown our troops into chaos and I can't even gather them together now! The troops have scattered! It's almost every man for himself!" The third battalion commander, with a bullet wound on his arm, rushed into the regimental commander's command tent in disarray, covered in gunpowder. He was clearly not used to fighting this kind of night battle, especially when the enemy snuck into their own troops under the cover of darkness. His face was filled with panic and he tried to draw some strength from his usually invincible regimental commander. His lost military cap and disheveled hair had long since stripped him of his original arrogance.

  But when he saw the appearance of his originally trusted team leader, he was also stunned. If the commander-in-chief had no courage, how could the troops talk about morale? "Withdraw! Withdraw! Take the troops to retreat eastward! We lost this time!" Sun Siliang relied on his recovered strength, put on the military uniform issued by Huangpu Military Academy, and slowly walked out of his command tent with unparalleled desolation and sorrow: "This is not a crime of war!" He thought of those soldiers who had seen red with the communist bandits, he thought of those soldiers who had fallen one by one under the dense rain of bullets from the communist bandits... Sun Siliang couldn't help but shout loudly.

  In less than two hours, the Kuomintang's Huangpu Eighth Corps' young commander had to lead his remaining 600 or so defeated soldiers in a humiliating retreat southeast under the pursuit of the Twenty-fifth Army. Moreover, the enemy's artillery support from the 115th Brigade's Second Regiment was met with the Red Twenty-fifth Army's hail of bullets for the first time, tasting the pain of being at a disadvantage in firepower! The four mountain guns of the 115th Brigade's artillery company were forced to engage in "same-room combat" under the threat of the Red Army soldiers' big knives and gun muzzles.

  "Why so hasty in the same room with swords drawn!" Li Wan-cheng said bitterly, looking at the constantly exploding shells. Lacking artillery support and at a disadvantage in firepower, the ammunition-scarce Second Regiment had no choice but to retreat in the face of the powerful "Communist bandits" and wait for reinforcements.

  Later, in the Nationalist Party's war history, this extremely shameful battle was recorded as follows: "The high-level traitors embedded by the enemy within our organization secretly allowed thousands of Communist elite soldiers to infiltrate the city, and then cunningly eliminated the 115th Brigade's headquarters. Our troops, with only over 600 strong men left in the city, fought hard to resist, but were ultimately unable to withstand the enemy's pincer attack from both sides. Although we inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy, our brave warriors were powerless to change the course of events! After the enemy occupied Dushu Town, they launched a heavy pincer attack on both flanks of our two regiments, and although our soldiers fought hard to resist, the Communist human wave tactics exhausted our ammunition. After several hours of hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, we were ultimately forced to retreat due to severe losses and await reinforcements! Alas, our national heroes! Alas, our party's elite!"

  In the town, the Red 25th Army made a big fortune after sweeping away the logistics department of the KMT's 115th Division! Four 75mm Shanghai-made mountain guns, four Maxim machine guns, and more than a dozen Czech-made ones. Wu Zhengwei, with his brand new rifle, couldn't help but load it with a "click" and wave the muzzle around casually. However, the Nationalist division commander next to him was shaking his legs and stuttering: "Your army has always been known for not killing prisoners of war! I have rendered service to your army!" The terrified face and flattering smile made the nearby Red Army soldiers feel a wave of disgust!

  "Say, what kind of rifle is this? It looks pretty good!" Wu Zhengwei asked with a hint of teasing despite being somewhat displeased. "This is the standard-issue rifle our army has just been equipped with, firing 7.92mm cartridges. Its power and accuracy are unmatched, far surpassing the old 'Luanzhou' and 'Hanyang' rifles! This was obtained by our province's Chairman Liu after much difficulty from the Jinling Arsenal!" The lieutenant general spoke about weapons with great authority, causing Gao Quan to deeply question Chairman Liu's ability to judge people: "Can't he see that this guy from Baoding Military Academy is just a paper tiger? How could General Chiang Kai-shek let such trash graduate? Or is it because he was a quick-graduating piece of garbage?"

  Wu Zhengde quickly said with a smile: "Then please go to your provincial chairman at that time and express your gratitude for giving us so many weapons and ammunition!" The surroundings suddenly burst into laughter. However, what Wu Zhengde valued most was not these weapons and ammunition, but the long-lacking arsenal of the Red Army, which had only more than 20 people and limited capacity. Nevertheless, Wu Zhengde was truly overjoyed, shaking off the depression and gloom that had lingered for a long time.

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