Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 1 Three Days and Three Days

September 6, 1937.

Northeast of Datong, Tianzhen Panshan position.

The sky was dark, yellow sand was flying, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder. The soldiers in the trenches held their rifles and took the time to rest during the intervals between the Japanese attacks.

The Japanese army has been attacking for eight hours straight. Even an iron man can't withstand this.

Command post of the 414th Regiment of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army.

"Commander, Commander, the Japanese are attacking again!"

In his sleep, Wang Feng felt his body shaking. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw Chief of Staff Zhao Fangyuan shaking his arms.

"Hurry, wake up and prepare for battle!"

After hearing the words clearly, Wang Feng suddenly opened his eyes and waved to the soldiers beside him.

Wow!
The soldier, who was originally resting with his eyes closed, heard Wang Feng's voice and quickly got up and returned to his battle position.

Zhao Fangyuan stood beside him, looking anxious, "Commander, the Japanese planes are coming again!"

Wang Feng slammed his fist on the table, cursing inwardly: "Damn little Japanese, you are going too far!"

"Damn it, Old Man Yan, if you can't give orders, don't interfere!"

He was originally an ordinary college student in the 21st century. He was unfortunately killed while bravely rescuing a child who fell into the water. When he opened his eyes again, he traveled to this world.

At a military meeting, he met Captain Chu Yunfei of the 358th Regiment, and only then did he realize that he had traveled to the world of "Drawing Sword".

The original body's ancestors were quite wealthy. When his parents were doing business at the border between Shanxi and Hebei, they were killed by horse bandits, leaving the original body with a huge fortune.

After learning the news of his parents' death, he was heartbroken and in a trance, when Wang Feng traveled through time and space.

Later, with the help of the connections and funds left by his ancestors, he was admitted to the 9th Infantry Department of the Whampoa Military Academy at the age of 19 and graduated at the age of 21.

Right after graduation, he joined the 61st Army under Yan Laoxi and became a regiment commander.

He became the youngest colonel regiment commander in the entire Jinsui Army system.

However, since he was a student of the Whampoa Military Academy, his official career probably ended there.

"Go check the fortifications. Until the superiors give the order to retreat, we must hold our ground!"

Wang Feng put his hands behind his back, turned his head and spoke in a deep voice.

Zhao Fangyuan straightened his body and saluted in a standard military salute: "Yes!"

What is going on now is the Battle of Datong.

Yan Laoxi ordered the 61st Army to hold Tianzhen and buy time for building fortifications in the rear.

Afterwards, the Japanese troops were led to Julebao, where there were strong national defense fortifications, which was an encirclement set up in advance for the Japanese troops.

Finally, use powerful military forces to advance from the north and south and wipe out the Japanese army in one fell swoop.

Currently fighting against the 61st Army is Hideki Tojo's Chahar Corps, which includes the 15th Independent Mixed Brigade and two cavalry divisions of the puppet Mongolia.

The configuration was luxurious enough and the firepower was extremely fierce. After only three days of fighting, the 61st Army could no longer bear it.

Wang Feng’s 414th Regiment was relatively good, thanks to their strict military discipline and regular training methods after traveling through time.

Although the weapons and equipment were still relatively backward, the 414th Regiment was already a fully staffed force of people.

It has been built into a main force with strong combat effectiveness.

From the beginning of the battle, Wang Feng led his troops and deployed them at the front salient, holding a key high ground to resist the Japanese attack.

After three days, there were only more than 300 casualties, and the position was barely held.

Compared with the friendly troops who had been providing support on the flank, they were now half-crippled, making them much stronger.

boom!
The Japanese bombardment before the charge began.

The ceiling of the command post shook, and countless tiny grains of sand and gravel fell, making Wang Feng covered in dust.

But he doesn't care much about these.

The combat situation on the front line is the most critical.

"Zhang Hu!"

"To!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man with a rough appearance walked in and responded loudly, "Take your first battalion and replace the second battalion. You must hold out for three hours. Do you hear me?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Hu is the battalion commander of a battalion. He is very skilled in wielding a sword and is considered a trusted and beloved general trained by Wang Feng.

There was almost a battalion of Japanese troops on the opposite side, with very strong combat effectiveness and support from aircraft and artillery.

If Wang Feng had not emphasized organization and discipline since he took over the army, the troops on the front line would have collapsed long ago.

He walked out of the command post with his head lowered.

"Duanzao!"

"Duanzao!"

"Duanzao!"

The soldier next to him saw the commander coming out, stood up straight and saluted.

Wang Feng raised his hand and bowed slightly in return.

In three years, he purged almost the entire regiment from top to bottom.

Those old veterans in the past were a group of typical "double-gun generals".

Discipline, awareness, and combat effectiveness are all poor.

Using military pay to support these people is a waste of resources, and it also wastes staffing quotas.

The regular Jinsui Army infantry regiment could not have so many people.

Wang Feng had been using his own private money to support the few hundred extra people.

He also often took out the family fortune left by his ancestors to reward the soldiers privately and win over the hearts of the troops.

As for how to clean.

That's easy.

First, they executed a group of people using strict military discipline, and then they found fault with them for various reasons. There were always people who couldn't stand it and became deserters.

Finally, in the name of suppressing bandits, a group of cannon fodder were brought out.

After a few more times, the purity of the troops has been visibly improved.

It is no exaggeration to say that almost the entire 414th Regiment, from top to bottom, became Wang Feng's personal soldiers.

Chief of Staff Zhao Fangyuan came running over with a telegram in his hand:
"Captain, our superiors have ordered us to hold out for another three days."

Wang Feng turned around suddenly and widened his eyes.

Are you kidding me? Three more days?

Yan Laoxi, you are really good at commanding operations
The idea is good, but it doesn't require much thought.

How could a local army resist an independent mixed brigade of the Japanese army plus two cavalry divisions?

The fact that we have been able to hold out for three days is the result of the whole army's hard work.

We have to guard it for three more days.

Even if Wang Feng’s 414th Regiment can hold on.

Friendly forces may not be the same.

Looking at the entire 61st Army's defense line, except for Wang Feng's troops, the positions of all the troops were shaky.

Not to mention three days, even thirty minutes would be enough.

At that time, the friendly forces supporting the flank positions saw that the situation was not right and disobeyed military orders and evacuated hastily.

Wang Feng's troops, located at the protruding part of the front position, were about to be surrounded by enemies on all sides.

"I'm not afraid of strong opponents, I'm just afraid of weak teammates!"

Wang Feng folded the telegram, looked at the gray sky above his head, and sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, I felt dazed.

A virtual panel appeared in Wang Feng's mind.

(End of this chapter)