Although the Japanese army suffered heavy losses, they still had a strength advantage.
In the bloody battle just now, many of our machine guns were blown up and all the ammunition was lost. The key is that we have no cover from artillery fire. We can only resist the opponent's early artillery.
With just such a small number of people, if the whole army is not wiped out, what are you waiting for? How can the Japanese army be so merciful as to let you leave? That is really nonsense.
"Batalion Commander, the Japanese troops have evacuated." The observation post shouted, interrupting Zhou Weiguo's meditation. He looked away in disbelief.
In the distance, the Japanese army was indeed evacuating. A small group of troops were enforcing security in the front. They pointed their guns at this side vigilantly and retreated back to evacuate.
"Why did they evacuate?" Hu Yong looked at the side and stretched his neck. Zhou Weiguo pulled him down when he saw this; "You are looking for death, do you think you have a head like a urinal and don't want to live for a long time?"
After Hu Yong reacted, he broke out in a cold sweat. He had been careless just now. If the other party had a marksmanship as good as his battalion commander, then his stupidity would really miss him.
"Batalion Commander, why did they evacuate?" Hu Yong, whose voice had changed, asked again while sitting in the trench and pointing.
Zhou Weiguo bit his lower lip and looked at the gloomy sky for a long time; "Two reasons, either the Dunwu Temple fell and the Japanese army no longer had the need to make a detour, or the Japanese army failed to attack." Of course, he thought for a moment and looked away.
The Dongjing suddenly added with a frown in the direction of the temple: "The former is more likely."
The Sichuan Army was guarding the Dunwu Temple. The Sichuan Army was capable of fighting and was not afraid of death. Zhou Weiguo believed it from the beginning to the end. But the key to the problem was that the equipment was too poor. The Sichuan Army came from afar and did not carry many heavy weapons. They mainly used light weapons and infantry equipment.
They were even more diverse. The rifles of the firearms in their hands had been smoothed, and some were tied with hemp ropes and continued to be used.
The ambition to fight against the Japanese army could not withstand the fierce Japanese artillery attacks. The Suwano Temple had long since become a ruin, and the ground was mainly made of stone. The position could not be excavated, and it was attacked by Japanese aircraft and tanks.
It is said that his two regiments blocked the attack of two Japanese brigades. This possibility is really unlikely.
Hu Yong wiped the rain, blood, and mud from his face; "Nevermind, at least we have completed our mission."
Less than an hour after the Japanese army retreated, the division headquarters messenger came to convey the order for the special agent battalion to evacuate to the rear for rest and recuperation. From where the messenger came.
Zhou Weiguo waited for accurate news. Under the cover of tanks and heavy artillery, the Japanese army stormed the Dunwu Temple. The two regiments of the Sichuan Army guarding the place suffered heavy casualties. The reinforcements caused the Japanese army to be blown up halfway. In desperation, the superiors had no choice but to order an evacuation.
And my blocking mission here is no longer necessary, I can only evacuate.
The division headquarters knew that the special agent battalion had suffered heavy losses and ordered it to go to the rear to rest for a while to replenish its troops and prepare to enter the battlefield again.
The troops began to evacuate despite the sporadic drizzle. Zhou Weiguo stood on a small slope and looked at the sparse spy camp with less than 230 wounded soldiers. He looked at the scene not far away.
A bathhouse where a long bloody battle took place.
There were more than 500 people when he came, but now this was all that was left. He was on the verge of crying and could only rub his red eyes and said to Hu Yong, Zhou Jin and others who were standing next to him: "Let's go, let's go and rest."
, after recharging his strength, he will fight with them to avenge his brothers who died in the battle."
The secret agent battalion was completely lost, and the additional troops from the rear never arrived. Zhou Weiguo received the order to rest in Jiading and wait for supplies.
After spending nearly five days here, part of the security regiment transferred from Hubei was ordered to join the secret service battalion, bringing the strength of the secret service battalion to 600 people again. In addition to the logistics personnel, the number of combat personnel was 525.
Individuals, and the 58th Division Headquarters also urgently transferred a batch of weapons from the military depot for replacement.
Of course, the two combat defense guns were not returned to the construction, but were transferred to the front line, seemingly to the 51st Division.
The security regiment is either a regular army or a local force with a combat effectiveness slightly higher than that of the police. Such a force is nothing more than cannon fodder.
Therefore, Zhou Weiguo did not hope that such troops could go up immediately and die if they went up. Fortunately, the division headquarters also saw this problem, and Zhou Weiguo received the order to strengthen training and prepare for battle.
Jiading could hear the sound of gunfire in front of him. Even if Zhou Weiguo wanted to go to the battlefield, he could only endure in the face of the new soldiers who were added to his hands.
Just because you think about it doesn't mean you can go up. Going up is just making fun of the lives of these people.
After five or six days of waiting and ten days of training, the secret service camp was more or less in shape.
"Batalion Commander, Battalion Commander, come out and take a look, big guy, big guy." Hu Yong's shouts from outside made Zhou Weiguo walk out from the barracks made of tree branches with a cigarette in his mouth and look at Hu Yongwai, who was grinning from ear to ear.
He leaned against the wooden door with his neck bent and asked Hu Yong who was running over, "What are you doing? You're eating honey shit. I'm so happy to have this virtue."
Hu Yong ran over and gasped twice to speak, but he seemed speechless. He put his hands in front of his knees and gasped twice again. I don't know how far this guy ran back.
Zhou Weiguo returned to the camp headquarters and handed the teapot to Hu Yong: "Take a sip and relax."
Gugu...
Hu Yong picked up the teapot and drank two large gulps of water, not caring to wipe the water droplets from the corner of his mouth and pointed to Waiman: "Battalion Commander, big guy, the division headquarters has sent us a big guy."
big guy?
Toot toot…
The sound of trucks outside made Zhou Weiguo turn around and look outside. The desolate cold wind blew dust on the ground, and a truck drove over.
And behind the military green truck was towing a 75mm mountain gun with peeling paint.
"That's it, I'll make you happy and become this virtuous." He took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and wiped off the ashes. Zhou Weiguo pointed at a second lieutenant officer who got off the truck and which mountain cannon was behind him. He tilted his neck and asked Hu Yong.
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Hu Yong chuckled, "Aren't you happy? The mountain artillery has never been equipped in the camp. This is equipment only for the regiment. I didn't expect that our secret service camp is also equipped with it. I'm not happy."
Happy?
Zhou Weiguo narrowed his eyes.
He looked at the setting sun at sunset, and after fixating his eyes on the mountain cannon and ammunition boxes that several soldiers were unloading, Zhou Weiguo fixed his eyes on Hu Yong, who was smiling so much that his chrysanthemums were about to appear; "I'm afraid you are too happy.
Already."
The trace of frustration in his voice made Hu Yong feel something was wrong. His smile disappeared instantly and he looked at Zhou Weiguo in front of him: "Batalion Commander, aren't you happy?"
Zhou Weiguo sighed slightly and pointed to the unloaded artillery piece; "This cannon is very hot to touch."
