Before this battle, Commander Datou had already made plans to live or die with the position.

In fact, in the first round of the attack by the First Battalion of the Nakamura Regiment, faced with the dual pressure of air strikes and violent ground attacks, the number of casualties of the 305th Regiment increased dramatically, which was close to the psychological bottom line of the commander of the regiment.

Fortunately, Monk Wei shot down three planes and drove off the enemy bombers, allowing the 305th Regiment to survive.

In response to the second round of attack launched by the Japs, Monk Wei came up with an original method of using firewood to create a large smoke screen to cover the entire No. 2 Highland, and successfully avoided the attack of the Japs bombers.

As a result, the Japs' ground troops could only return in vain.

This result was something the leader of the group never expected, and it can be said to be the best situation.

Seeing that the Japanese soldiers all retreated, the burning wood on the top of the mountain was completely burned, and only wisps of smoke were still rising.

Monk Wei knew that today's battle was over, and he accompanied Captain Datou to inspect the post-war positions.

The sight before me was shocking.

Although the Japanese bomber group was contained and failed to exert its maximum effect, the power of the dive bombers still caused huge losses to the 305th Regiment.

Standing at a high place, you can see that the trenches and communication trenches that were repaired before the war have been bombed beyond recognition.

Monk Wei noticed that the original temporary command post of Commander Datou, which was a bunker made of several layers of logs and rammed earth and built on top of a trench, had been blown up by aerial bombs and had been completely turned outwards.

, all the files and other things left inside no longer exist.

You know, this bunker can withstand direct hits from heavy artillery shells, but under the claws of dive bombers, it is almost like paper.

Monk Wei secretly rejoiced:

Thanks to Commander Big Head's urging before the war, the command post was moved to that cave. If not, Captain Big Head would not even be able to find the bones and scum by now.

Looking around, there are craters that are deeper than a human being, and trenches that have collapsed into disarray can be seen everywhere.

Soldiers, blackened by smoke and fire, were busy repairing trenches, and from time to time they dug out unrecognizable corpses from the soil.

Monk Wei saw a stream of people carrying stretchers going back and forth in the traffic ditch, transporting corpses and seriously injured people down the back mountain.

Because of the serious landslide, they had to step on the dirt with one foot deep and one shallow, while the simple stretcher shook violently.

Monk Wei fell to the ground several times when he saw the seriously injured lying on it.

For lightly wounded soldiers who could still hold a gun, their comrades would help bandage them. Those who were impatient could simply wrap the bandages around themselves.

Except for the sounds of footsteps and the occasional moans from the wounded, the battlefield was surprisingly quiet.

A person walked towards me, it was Battalion Commander Fang.

Commander Datou immediately asked: "Have the casualties been counted?"

Battalion Commander Fang's expression was very solemn, and he nodded and replied: "Yes! The number of casualties on our side in this battle is staggering. Not counting the lightly wounded, the number of deaths alone plus the severely wounded who have lost their combat effectiveness has already exceeded this number.

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As he spoke, he sighed, showed a palm, and shook it back and forth -

The reinforcements of a battalion he brought this time also suffered heavy losses and could almost be said to have been maimed.

The headmaster's face darkened.

He was mentally prepared for this, but after listening to Battalion Commander Fang's report, he still felt a pain in his heart.

"Most people died in bombings?"

Captain Big Head asked.

Battalion Commander Fang nodded silently to show that he was correct: "The little devil's dive bomber is really too overbearing. Once it explodes, it will create a big crater. The reinforced trenches are of no help at all. Except for the two caves that can barely hold it, the hiding place is No matter where you are on the mountain, it's like standing in an open space."

The leader of the group was silent -

This is the generation gap in weapons caused by the gap in national power.

Not to mention that the national army does not have many aircraft, even anti-aircraft weapons are very rare, so the Japanese aircraft dare to be so rampant.

In other words, it was Monk Wei who used superb marksmanship to shoot down two enemy planes, thus minimizing the losses of the 305th Regiment.

Later, they used smoke screens to push back the enemy planes, thus preventing the loss of Highland No. 2.

If it weren't for Monk Wei's existence, the control of Highland No. 2 would have changed hands long ago, and Captain Datou knew this very well.

However, even if we were lucky enough to hold Highland No. 2 today, what about tomorrow?

If the Japs come back tomorrow, where will the 305th Group go?

Captain Datou did not dare to think deeply and ordered Battalion Commander Fang: "You can mobilize some more troops to the back mountain to continue cutting down trees and pile them here for emergencies. God knows after tonight, whether the little Japanese plane will be malicious. If you don't die, come bomb us again!"

All the trees that have been cut down have been burned. If we don't prepare enough fuel now and wait for the Japanese bombers to fly overhead, it will be too late to regret it.

Returning to the new temporary command post, which was the small cave, Monk Wei sat down to take a breath, picked up the kettle, and drank it all in one breath.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and was about to speak. On the table made of wooden boards, the military phone suddenly kept ringing.

The 305th Regiment originally had a radio transmitter, but when the unit received an order from its superiors and moved from Wuhan to Jiangxi, the transmitter broke down and was left behind for repairs instead of being carried with the army.

I thought that when we got to the front line, the Munitions Department would redistribute a transmitter. Unexpectedly, I pressed for this matter several times, and not even a single hair was issued.

In desperation, the 305th Regiment could only make do with military telephones to keep in touch with the division headquarters.

However, the temporary telephone lines were often damaged by Japanese agents, and could easily be blown up during wars, requiring communications corps to repair them from time to time.

When the Japanese bombers were wreaking havoc over the No. 2 Highlands, the telephone lines laid in this section of the communication trench were also blown up several times. The communication soldiers risked their lives to repair it, so as to ensure this channel connected to the division headquarters.

Captain Datou had originally thought that after the battle, he would report the results of the battle to the commander over the phone. Now that the commander called, he quickly picked up the receiver, put it to his ear and said, "Hey, I'm Datou!"

Before he could open his mouth to report the situation on Highland No. 2, division commander Wang Yaowu was already saying something in a hurried tone on the other end of the phone.

Since he was standing a few steps away from the leader, Monk Wei couldn't hear clearly what the other party said, but he could guess from the extremely fast speaking speed that an emergency had occurred.

Sure enough, after hearing the voice on the other end of the phone clearly, the head of the group holding the phone changed his face and became very ugly.

Battalion Commander Fang also saw some clues and asked urgently: "What's wrong?"

Captain Datou put down the phone with a heavy heart, frowned, and answered the questions raised by Battalion Commander Fang in concise language:
Chapter completed!