Henan has been in turmoil for years, and the local warlords can only use the guns and ammunition.
The masters have changed one after another, and they can't care about the northwest.
What's more, in most cases in Qinghai and Xining, artillery is not used at all.
The cavalry was pulled out, and the opponent's cannons could not even eat the horse ashes.
For the first time, the Ma's army was forced to defend the city.
However, Ma Burong's two-pounder also showed some luck.
Two of them landed next to the crowd in the fort, killing and wounding nearly twenty people.
Xu Zhongyong's company, which was already short of troops, was even worse.
The good luck ran out, and mortar shells landed on the top of the two-pounder cannon one after another.
The quality of the Ma's artillery determined that the distance when attacking the fortress was not much farther than the heavy machine gun.
While it is convenient for yourself to bombard the target, it is also convenient for the enemy being attacked.
After taking out the opponent's heavy firepower, both Company Commander Luo and Xu Zhongyong breathed a sigh of relief.
All that can be done has been done, and the rest depends on whether the Ma Jiajun commander is willing to exchange twice or even more men for their company.
It is impossible to defeat all the opponents.
Their ammunition will not be able to last until then. chug Several Czech guns were placed next to the wall, suppressing the dismounted enemy troops.
At this time, Captain Luo was also firing the artillery shells in his hand one after another.
At this time, he missed the days in Fengtian City.
He almost fired as many artillery shells as he wanted.
As long as there were Japanese troops in front of him, the supply of artillery shells behind him would be limited.
Won't stop working.
There are hundreds of thousands of artillery shells piled up in the armory, which can hit him weakly, but the total number of artillery shells behind him now is less than thirty.
Just relying on Captain Luo's accuracy, thirty rounds of artillery shells could cause considerable losses to the enemy.
Ma Bufang's face turned the color of pig liver, and the people next to her didn't even dare to come near, lest they suffer unjust disaster.
The opponent's cannonballs seemed to have eyes.
Hit wherever there are more people.
One shot will kill at least two or three people.
The several machine gun-like guys on the top of the city are also extremely annoying.
So far, there have been more than 200 casualties around this small earthen fence.
Even heavy machine guns.
The little cannons were all killed by the opponent without any precautions.
One-tenth of the loss, the opponent's ammunition does not seem to be much, but if they continue to act recklessly like this, it will take at least two to three hundred people, or even four hundred, to take down this damn earthen fence.
Is it worth it?
Ma Bufang's heart was twitching.
Five or six hundred people were killed or injured in a small fort.
The cavalry division in his hand could lose more than half of it a few times, and he would be beaten later.
Even if the 45th Army is defeated later and there are no soldiers under his command, what will he use to fight for Qinghai with Ma Lin in the future?
We cannot continue to waste it like this, whether it is for this war or to settle down in the future.
"Withdraw" Ma Bufang's heart was bleeding.
When she gave this order, she was even more depressed and wanted to vomit blood.
Ma Bufang couldn't figure out why Pingluo County, which was guarded by four to five thousand defenders, was n times stronger than the small earthen fence in front of him, but it didn't hold it for a day, while Shizuishan County was not much worse than Pingluo.
There were more than 2,000 people in one group, and the result was the same.
The enemy troops in front of them clearly only numbered one or two hundred people.
His military strength was ten times that of the enemy, but he actually fought such a bad battle.
If the 45th Army had 60,000 to 70,000 people and one or two thousand were like this, Ma Bufang didn't dare to think about it.
In four words, the result would be worrying.
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Compared with Ma Bufang's constipated expression all the way, the situation of the more than 1,600 riders brought by Ma Lin's eldest son Ma Burong is much better.
The two small groups encountered in succession were both in the wild.
Compared with his cousin Ma Bufang, Ma Burong was less capable and more tempered.
But he couldn't resist his good luck and killed two companies of the 45th Army in the wild.
There were nearly 400 people, and relying on the superiority in military strength, he only lost less than 200 people.
With the advantages of heavy machine guns and light artillery, and being in the wild, Ma Burong's advantage was still considerable.
In the meantime, he captured a few small baggage teams and held on outside for a while.
Bingtian heard that his cousin Ma Bufang had eaten turtle.
Ma Burong felt as sweet as honey.
This good mood lasted until the third day.
Tian led his troops back to Yinchuan City for supplies and rest.
In the darkness, the city gate was already in sight.
Ma Burong asked his men to take out their flashlights and shine them three times on the city wall in the darkness in the distance.
Soon the other party responded with the same signal.
This was a code to prevent enemy troops from taking advantage of the chaos and sneaking into the city.
"Go back and let that kid Ma Bufang see our results."
Ma Burong laughed.
Many people in the team that returned this time brought one or two heads with them.
Beheading is nothing to the various Ma's armies.
Originally, Ma Burong didn't really want to do this in this terrible weather.
Ma Bufang had caused a lot of trouble for him in Qinghai recently.
Tit-for-tat to seize power in Qinghai.
The thought of being able to make Ma Bufang angry, even if it's a little troublesome, is worth it.
Ma Burong's strong body swayed on the horse's back, with a sense of leisure when returning.
Followed by the troops of the brigade.
"Boom" the explosion suddenly sounded, and the firelight blooming in the dark night was particularly bright.
Ma Burong and his horse fell in the firelight without even letting out a scream.
The two cavalrymen following Ma Burong were also blown down.
"Bastard, where did the shells come from?"
Not only the Ma Lin cavalry who were about to enter the city, but also the defenders on top of Yinchuan City were stunned by the sudden explosion.
Not even the sound of shells.
"Travel seat, travel seat" was heard wailing.
When several people found Ma Burong, who had lost all limbs on the ground, Ma Burong was already out of breath.
"Quick, go to the city and inform Chairman Ma."
Thinking of Ma Lin's rage after learning the news, deputy brigade commander Ma Peiqing's face turned green at this time.
He couldn't understand why the good thing suddenly exploded like this.
The suspension bridge at the city gate had been lowered, and a few cavalrymen rushed forward.
They didn't run very far, only about six or seven meters, when there was another explosion.
The rider in front ran fast and was not bombed, but the two riders behind were unlucky.
Ma Peiqing broke into a cold sweat and suddenly felt a little creepy.
Landmines were definitely a rarity in the northwest in this era.
Not to mention those ordinary cavalry, even Ma Peiqing had never seen them.
The first cavalryman was also startled by the explosion behind him and turned around, and his horse couldn't help but slow down.
If he kept running fast, even if he stepped on a mine, he might be able to save his life.
The mine triggering equipment of this era was far less sensitive than that of later generations.
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If the horse was fast enough, there was a certain safety factor.
Unfortunately, his procrastination caused him to meet up with several of his previous comrades underground.
Another explosion swallowed his life.
It would explode for no reason, looking specifically for people like them.
Did they commit too many evils?
For a while, many people felt like they were evil.
Against the backdrop of the firelight, the road leading to the suspension bridge looked the same as usual, but there seemed to be endless murderous intent lurking in the dirty snow slag.
The severe cold in the night makes people feel even more chilly.
Panic is slowly spreading
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