Facts have proved that the little devil is also a human being. Since the battle began, not a single living defender has entered the city.
At this point in the siege battle, when our own artillery fire support was not in place, the Eighth Route Army's artillery fire continued to bombard the position.
Jiro Ikeda ordered that Changji Castle was only allowed to go out but not enter. In order to ensure the morale of the puppet troops, even the wounded Japanese soldiers were no exception. Under the guns of the military police, all the troops could only defend their positions.
Not only were the puppet troops, who had been forced to fight, showing signs of collapse, but even the Japanese soldiers were fearful of fighting.
On the battlefield.
Two Japanese soldiers were among a group of puppet troops. Originally, these two little devils were supervising the puppet troops' operations.
But at this time, the puppet soldiers had their heads hanging down, holding tools in their hands, and were restoring the collapsed anti-gun holes. The two little Japs also fired shots at the opposite side from time to time.
"Kojima-kun, why don't you think the captain of the regiment allows the wounded to enter the city? They were all wounded fighting for the empire. Senior Nakata once killed thirteen enemies on the battlefield, but now he can only wait to die on the battlefield. I
I don’t understand!” said a slightly younger kid.
"Stupid, Mr. Fukui, remember, it is Nakata-senpai's honor to be loyal to the emperor and die for the empire. Sooner or later, these damn Chinese people will repay them a hundredfold!" Another kid said through gritted teeth.
, obviously brainwashed by ****.
"But I don't want to die in a foreign country. My mother is still waiting for me at home!" The little devil named Fukui burst into tears as he spoke.
In Japan, not all Japanese soldiers support military service. Many young people of school age are forced to perform military service, and their families are kept in the country as hostages in disguise. This phenomenon will become more obvious in the next few years.
"Baga, you are a disgrace to the Japanese Empire!"
After hearing this, Kojima went up and gave Fukui a slap in the face. Fukui was not to be outdone, and the two immediately fought together in the trench.
The two Taijuns were fighting, and the puppet soldiers nearby did not dare to go up to break up the fight. They all watched the fun. One puppet soldier even raised the engineer shovel in his hand, wanting to give the little devil in front of him a blow.
"You don't want your life! If you want to die, don't hurt your brothers!"
"If you kill the little devil, I will run to the other side and join the Eighth Route Army. It is better than waiting to die here!"
"That's nonsense. Let's not talk about whether the Eighth Route Army knows that you are going to surrender. You really think that the Japanese on the position are just decorations. I'm afraid that the kid will be beaten to death before he can take a few steps!"
While the two were talking, a commotion suddenly broke out in a position not far from here, and more than twenty puppet soldiers ran towards the Eighth Route Army position opposite.
As a result, just after running a few steps, the heavy machine guns on the city wall fortifications rang out and fired a burst of fire at the fleeing puppet soldiers. The puppet soldiers were shot in the back and fell to the ground.
"You see, this is the end, the little devil will not be merciless in killing people!"
In addition to this situation, even Kojima and Fukui, who had just been fighting together, stopped and looked warily at the puppet soldiers around them.
...
The situation on the battlefield is always changing rapidly. After receiving the order from Jiro Ikeda, the Japanese and puppet troops who had been defending in the four directions breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew towards the city one after another, while some seriously injured people who were unable to move were abandoned.
On the battlefield.
The retreat of the Japanese and puppet troops attracted the attention of the siege troops, and the news was quickly reported to the headquarters.
"The little devil finally couldn't stand it any longer and launched a final general attack?" Xing Zhiguo asked.
Zhou Weihan nodded, glanced at the time, it was already past 12 noon, and then said: "Lao Xing, inform the attacking troops and let the soldiers take a break. The cooking squad will send lunch to the front line. All soldiers are waiting for air support.
When the time comes, we will launch a general attack!"
"clear!"
As the Japanese troops withdrew into the city, the Eighth Route Army's offensive troops faced the fortifications of Changzhi City and were unwilling to take chances easily. Both sides were licking their wounds and waiting for the final decisive battle.
At the same time, at Changzhi Airport, the flight team members who received the order quickly entered the driving seat of the aircraft. After the last battle, each aircraft had replenished fuel and supplies, always waiting for orders.
Not long after, ten planes took off one after another, hovered over Changzhi Airport for a while, formed a formation and flew towards Changzhi.
On the position outside Changzhi City, soldiers from the 1st and 2nd regiments were eating lunch. The battalion and company level officers had just finished a combat meeting at the regiment headquarters and had already learned that air support would arrive soon.
At the beginning of the battle, from the two regiment leaders Jing Dagang and Xu Dali to the grassroots soldiers, they were reluctant to let the flying team intervene. However, after fighting for a whole morning, they managed to occupy the position outside the city. Now no one can
I don't dare to be too generous anymore.
The soldiers were gearing up one by one, preparing for a unified battle to take over Changzhi City.
"Here we come!" In the headquarters of the regiment, Jing Dagang was always observing the direction of Changzhi Airport with a telescope.
"Notify everyone on the position to take cover. The third battalion should not be used as a reserve team. As soon as the bombing is over, rush forward!"
The plane gradually descended to altitude, revealing its fuselage among the clouds. It was a squadron, with three Type 98 reconnaissance aircraft at the head, three Type 97 dive bombers in the center, and four Type 97 fighter jets following.
At this time, in Changzhi City, the top commander of the Japanese army, Jiro Ikeda, was leading a group of officers to visit the four city gates in batches to express condolences to the Japanese soldiers who had just withdrawn.
Ikeda Jiro has always been the central commander. Although he has heard many times from people below about the tragic fighting situation on the front line, now that he has witnessed it with his own eyes, he is still shocked.
At the east city gate, many of the Japanese soldiers who retreated were wounded. On the entire outer city wall fortifications on the east side, there were only 200 Japanese soldiers at full strength. As for the puppet troops, the casualties were even more heavy.
"What is the situation of the soldiers in the other three directions?" Ikeda Jiro asked.
"Lord Zuo, the casualties are particularly heavy in the east and north directions. At present, only half of the imperial soldiers have survived!" the frontline commander Takeda Ryuhei said sadly.
At this time, only one baggage squadron remained in the inner city of Changzhi as a defensive force, and the rest of the Japanese troops were transferred to the outer city.
The total number of Japanese troops in the outer city was only a little over 800, and among these 800 were Japanese soldiers from the Mountain Artillery Brigade and the Engineer Squadron.
Until now, the Japanese army still has sufficient supplies in the city, and the arsenal is full of materials, but there are not enough combat personnel.
At this moment, Takeda Ryuhei, captain of the 1st Battalion of the 238th Wing, his eyes widened, pointed his finger to the sky, and said excitedly: "Your Excellency, the plane, the plane of the Empire of Japan has arrived."
I saw the sun flag of Little Japan printed on the fuselage of the hovering plane.
