Devil's Army

Chapter 1874 The First Deputy Commander is Seriously Injured

Seeing that the devilish troops had launched another attack, the Japanese soldiers hurriedly lay down behind the dilapidated fortifications and fired desperately.

The machine gunners and rocket troops of the regiment desperately fired and bombed the Japanese troops on the city wall to cover the assault team's attack.

Under the cover of machine gunners and rocket troops, the assault team charged wave after wave toward the collapsed city wall of Jiujiang County.

The assault team mostly used machine guns, and under the fierce firepower, they finally stormed into Jiujiang County.

The Japanese troops surrounded them, attempting to drive the assault team off the city wall with bayonets.

The assault team did not engage the Japanese in bayonet fighting; instead, they used their superior firepower to keep the Japanese troops from getting close. However, the Japanese had already prepared follow-up troops behind the city wall.

Japanese mortars quickly bombarded the assault team that had stormed the city walls.

The deputy regimental commander, who was leading from the front, was unfortunately hit by a Japanese mortar shell and fell in a pool of blood.

The assault troops who successively rushed up the city wall quickly found cover and stubbornly resisted the Japanese army's attack, waiting for the follow-up troops to rush into Jiujiang County.

The attention of the Japanese troops on the north gate city wall was completely drawn to the assault team.

Under the cover of machine gunners and rocket troops, the soldiers of the Second and Third Battalions rushed to the city gate, blew it open, and stormed into Jiujiang County.

The Japanese troops and reinforcements on the city wall were attacked from both sides by the assault team and the soldiers of the Second and Third Battalions. Unable to withstand the attack, they began to retreat into the depths of Jiujiang County.

The commandos took the lead, followed closely by the soldiers of the Second and Third Battalions, relentlessly pursuing and attacking the retreating Japanese troops.

At this moment, several stretcher bearers carried the wounded deputy regimental commander down.

The regimental commander called out to the stretcher bearer who was passing by him.

"Commander, I originally wanted to climb to the positions of brigade commander and deputy brigade commander with you, but now it seems that you can only climb up alone."

"Aren't you afraid our brigade commander will hear you saying that?"

“Don’t worry, because he has also climbed up the ranks; he has become a division commander.”

The battalion commander smiled, but the pain from his wound made him grin from ear to ear.

The medics who arrived later quickly treated the battalion commander's wounds on the spot.

"Dr. Song, do everything you can to save him. He's our brigade's future deputy brigade commander."

The deputy commander wanted to laugh but dared not, because his wound would hurt if he pulled it open.

"Commander, the deputy commander's injuries are quite serious. I can only provide basic treatment here. We need to get him to the rear field hospital as soon as possible."

The Southern Independent Division's rear field hospital was located in Ji'an, more than 300 kilometers away from here.

Moreover, the fighting on the outskirts of Jiujiang County had just ended, and there were Japanese retreating soldiers everywhere. Danger lurked on the roads at any moment. However, the platoon leader's injury could not be delayed any longer. The platoon leader immediately gave the order:

"Okay, Xiao Ma, find a truck right away. Dr. Song, you can come along too, it'll be good to have someone to look after you on the way."

After a while, the orderly Xiao Ma went to the logistics department and found a truck.

Dr. Song loaded the deputy regimental commander and some seriously wounded soldiers onto a truck, and then led a platoon of soldiers to the rear field hospital.

The regimental commander lit a cigarette and watched the truck drive away.

He could tell from Dr. Song's eyes that the regimental commander's injuries were not optimistic.

The road from here to the rear field hospital is not easy to travel; it would take a truck at least ten hours to get there. He didn't know if his brothers could make it through.

That can only be left to fate.

In an effort to save the lives of their seriously wounded comrades, the driver drove as fast as possible. This resulted in the train carriage being quite bumpy.