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He Dajun leaned against the battlements, unscrewed the water bottle Wang Yunshan had given him and took two sips, then slowly chewed the dry rations he had broken in half.

The city wall was quiet, with only the groans of wounded soldiers and the occasional footsteps of sentries.

As dawn broke, the morning light spilled over from behind the hills to the east, illuminating the tattered military flags on the city walls.

The military flag was riddled with holes by shrapnel, but it still fluttered in the morning breeze.

Less than an hour after dawn, the Japanese launched another attack.

Of course, it's an attack from four directions simultaneously.

However, this time the number of Japanese soldiers at the North Gate was slightly less than before.

Many troops were transferred there to capture He Dajun.

These Japanese soldiers didn't know that He Dajun had already fled into the city; they thought he was still outside.

The Japanese army deployed five tanks, followed by thousands of Japanese soldiers, from the north gate direction on He Dajun's side.

At this moment, the defenders standing on the city wall could see dust rising from the open ground outside the north gate, which was the dust kicked up by tank tracks as they rolled over the gravel road.

The defenders lay prone behind the battlements, their guns aimed at the approaching plume of smoke and dust. Some were cursing under their breath, while others were spitting into their hands and rubbing them together.

Some people were also praying.

Wang Yunshan stood beside the ruins of the city gate, holding up his binoculars and looking north, watching the five tanks lined up in a column and rolling over the craters in the open ground, watching them move faster and faster.

Then the first tank stopped.

It didn't stop; it was actually paralyzed by the explosion.

The tank's tracks were blown off when it ran over the anti-tank mines planted by He Dajun.

The track detached from the road wheels and lay sprawled on the mud like a dead snake. The tank tilted to the left; the turret was still rotating, but the hull was immobilized.

The second tank quickly turned right, trying to bypass the wreckage of the first tank and continue its advance. Less than thirty meters after turning, it ran over another anti-tank mine.

The metallic crack of the broken track could be heard hundreds of meters away, and the track fragments flew a long way, hitting the helmet of a Japanese soldier next to him.

The third and fourth tanks braked suddenly.

But they were already trapped in a minefield.

No matter which way they turn, they are all within the minefield that He Dajun had calculated in advance.

In the next two minutes, the tracks of the third tank were blown off, two road wheels of the fourth tank were blown off, and the fifth tank tried to reverse out of the minefield.

Less than fifty meters after reversing, it ran over an anti-tank mine, causing the entire vehicle to bounce up and then crash heavily to the ground.

All five tanks were destroyed. Shouts and whistles from Japanese officers echoed across the open ground as infantry dispersed from behind the tanks, attempting to reorganize their charge.

But he had only run a few steps when he stepped on an anti-personnel mine.

Explosions rang out one after another, shrapnel and steel balls flew through the air, and the infantry were blown to pieces.

Some people lay prone in the craters, too afraid to look up; some dragged their injured legs back; and some ran straight back, completely breaking up the formation.

The soldiers guarding the city wall were all stunned.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers' corpses lying haphazardly on the open ground and the wreckage of five tanks still smoking, the entire city wall was deathly silent.

Then someone shouted first, and then more people shouted, the sound spreading from the east of the city to the west, from the city wall to the ruins below.

They patted the sandbags, smashed the butts of their rifles, and patted each other on the shoulder. Some of them laughed and then tears started streaming down their faces.

But the expression on his face was no longer one of shock, but something indescribable.

Although everyone knows that these things have nothing to do with He Dajun, He Dajun brings good luck to everyone.

He Dajun leaned against the battlements, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

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The Japanese attack was thwarted by He Dajun's tactics, resulting in heavy casualties, especially with so many tanks destroyed. The commander almost died of a heart attack.

With their artillery now destroyed, the Japanese heavy weapons are in serious trouble, making it impossible for them to continue their large-scale offensive.

Of course, the Japanese soldiers were even more enraged and launched an attack from another city gate.

With the Japanese deploying more tanks, they recaptured the North Gate.

But they were driven back by the city's defenders in a desperate struggle. Finally, the long day came to an end.

When the Japanese commander received the battle report in his command post, his binoculars fell to the ground and shattered.

He stood there stunned for a long while, then drew his command sword.

The staff officer rushed forward to stop him, but it was too late. The knife tip pierced through the left side of his abdomen and sliced ​​horizontally to the right.

Blood splattered all over the ground. As he collapsed, clutching his stomach, the commander was still mumbling "Long live the Heavenly Locust."

According to the Japanese military regulations, failing to capture a city is a great disgrace, especially being defeated by a group of defenders who had been besieged for more than half a month, and losing so many tanks and soldiers.

But seppuku doesn't solve anything; it only drives the living even crazier.

The Japanese soldiers attacking the north gate became even more frantic, preparing for an even more frenzied attack the next day.

He Dajun went to the North Gate that night and told the guards that he had come to reinforce them and that he had discovered the Japanese armory.

As before, He Dajun was lowered into the basket, and he laid more than 500 landmines overnight.

Then they went to the other city gates and continued laying mines.

No one expected that He Dajun would set so many landmines.

The Japanese soldiers came again the next day, just as expected.

This time they attacked from three directions simultaneously, showing that they were determined to take over Jingzhou City completely.

But they didn't know that the other three city gates were already riddled with landmines.

The armored vehicles and infantry at the south gate were also blown up and scattered on the dirt road.

The infantrymen at the East Gate had just reached the breach in the city wall when they stepped on a cluster of anti-infantry mines and were blown to pieces.

There are no more tanks in Ximen; they were destroyed by He Dajun's bombing. It was a terrible disaster.

As for the north gate, the Japanese soldiers went crazy, concentrating their largest forces, followed by continuous explosions.

On that day, the Japanese had more than fifty tanks destroyed and more than three thousand people killed.

All offensive forces were now paralyzed, and the commander at the front committed seppuku with a knife.

This is real.

No one expected that Jingzhou would achieve its first victory in defending the city against all odds.

Of course, everyone knows that this is temporary and cannot last.

Captain Shu sent a commendation order from the mountain city, with strong wording, saying that the defenders of Jingzhou fought "unyieldingly and admirably," and ordered the defenders to continue to hold their ground and await reinforcements.

However, after receiving the commendation order, Tang Mingzhi, who was in charge of the defense of Jingzhou, kept his eyes fixed on the firelight outside the city.

He was already planning his retreat.

He knew he couldn't hold out; continuing to hold out would only mean waiting to die.

He decided to take his own elite troops with him, but did not intend to tell the other non-elite troops.

Because if they told the Japanese, too many people would retreat and the Japanese would find out, and then none of them would be able to leave.

He Dajun knew from history that Tang Mingzhi wanted to withdraw, but he couldn't find Tang Mingzhi, let alone persuade him.

This is an immense sense of powerlessness.

A day later, Tang Mingzhi's troops retreated overnight, leaving almost all their weapons behind in Jingzhou.

The next day, many of the other faction's garrison troops realized something was wrong, immediately started cursing, and then prepared to flee.

This caused a complete rout. The Japanese troops, who had just changed commanders, launched a fierce attack and captured the North Gate a day later, followed by the other city gates.

Finally, only the East Gate remained unconquered, and He Dajun was stationed there.