After the 22nd Regiment prepared the supplies, Zhou Weihan led everyone towards the sixth division of the Ninth Column.
Three days later.
First Battalion Commander Jing Dagang came over and said: "Captain, the soldiers sent to investigate came back and said that this place is less than 50 miles away from the Nine Columns Base Area. According to our speed, we can get there in less than half a day."
"Tell the soldiers to pack their weapons and equipment and set off after breakfast."
"Captain, what should I do with that batch of weapons and equipment?"
"Take someone to bury the 200 38 guns and bullets on the spot, disguise them, and pick them up again when you have time."
"Yes, leader" Jing Dagang nodded and responded.
It’s not that Zhou Weihan is being cunning, he is simply too poor. These weapons are the foundation for the future development of the New Second Regiment and cannot be missed.
Zhou Weihan couldn't help but sigh: "It's great to have a talent like Jing Dagang under your command. You don't have to worry about many things by yourself, he can take care of them."
The sun was rising high, and the grassland thirty miles to the north of Xiaowangzhuang was filled with gunpowder smoke. The soil turned up by the shells exuded a burnt smell. On the endless open ground lay the corpses of many little Japanese, some of whom were half-length.
It has fallen into the trench at the front of the nine-column position.
Most of the ground defenses of the Ninth Column had been destroyed by artillery fire, but the defense line did not loosen at all. A pair of bright eyes were exposed under the broken bunker, vigilantly observing the front of the position.
One pair of eyes was particularly bright. He slowly poked his head out of the trench, glanced twice with his dark eyes, and suddenly dived down again. As soon as he squatted down, two people came over, one on the left and the other on the right.
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"Sir, did you see anything?"
"Kai Shi", the full name is "Li Da Ben Shi", and his real name is "Li Chishui". He is in his thirties, unshaven, 1.8 meters tall, and exudes a clever and evil spirit.
Young Li Da's job was to beg for food everywhere, from north to south. When he reached the Chishui River, he fainted from hunger. When he met the Red Army troops crossing Chishui, the Red Army troops rescued him with two bowls of porridge, and then he followed the Red Army troops.
It was at this time that the clerk in the Red Army named him and wrote "Li Chishui" on the roster.
Later, Li Chishui followed the Red Army to climb snow-capped mountains and cross grasslands. The team saw that he was eloquent, clever, and agile, so they hired him as a communications corpsman to convey tasks to troops at all levels.
When they arrived at the General Assembly in Huining, Gansu, they received an order to have their troops go west across the Yellow River. They kept going west, and behind them were the Ma Jiajun who were constantly chasing them. They couldn't beat them and couldn't hide.
In the end, the entire army, a division of seven to eight thousand people, was completely killed by the Ma Jiajun's cavalry, leaving only Li Chishui who was lucky enough to survive. This is why Li Chishui was so afraid of the cavalry. The cavalry was simply Li Chishui's nightmare.
Since then, he has returned to his hometown in Hebei. In the past few years, traveling around the country, he has perfected his mouth. Boys from all over the country like to listen to him talk about outside affairs. He is also happy to brag about it and describe himself as...
A strong man who goes up to the mountains to hunt tigers and goes down to the sea to catch dragons.
Gradually, he became known as "Li Da Ke", and fewer people called him "Li Chishui", and no one knew his real name.
A year later, the Anti-Japanese War broke out, and soon the flames of war reached his hometown. Li Da was the only one in the village who had ever carried a gun, and he became the captain of the militia after blowing nonsense.
After the Eighth Route Army bombed the Japanese artillery tower in his hometown, Li Daben led the entire militia to join the Eighth Route Army.
Surrounding him in the trench were his two little brothers, Sweet Potato and Lively.
Li Dasheng spat out the dirt in his mouth, took a breath and said: "All the Japanese are gone, and only our people are left. They are all picking up foreigners from the Japanese, as if they are risking their lives."
Di Gua said eagerly: "When will it be our turn? Doesn't it mean that the army is the main force? Is it still the work of the militia?"
Li Daben looked at the group of people around him. Some were wearing military caps, some were holding stretchers, and some were holding spears and swords. He just had a real one in his hand. Aren't they militiamen?
Li Dafeng stabbed the sweet potato and said, "Didn't I send you a grenade?"
"Okay, if you dare to hide your personal belongings, take them out." Hearing said, he was about to pounce on the sweet potatoes.
Digua was anxious: "My God, don't listen to his nonsense." He yelled at Li Da's ability, "You are the only one among dozens of people who leads the ring. Take it out for us to take a look at."
While talking, he went to grab the tortoise box that Li Daben was slinging on his waist.
Li Daben quickly grabbed his hand: "Don't move! Is the gun free to look at?" A few people were struggling, and suddenly a loud voice came from behind. "Get out of the way!"
Li Daben turned his head and saw a group of neatly dressed Eighth Route Army soldiers carrying trophies and swaggering through the trenches. Some were carrying a large bundle of long guns, and some were carrying mortars. They all looked as if they were celebrating.
The man who just spoke had a scar on his face from the corner of his eye to his ear, and he had a crooked machine gun on his shoulder.
Seeing that Li Da was silent and just staring blankly at the machine gun on his shoulder, he gave him a gentle kick.
"How many companies are there? They came here like a cat."
Li Da's ability felt that he had been underestimated, and he said angrily: "Three companies! What's wrong!"
The scar-faced man smiled contemptuously: "Third Company? Thank you Gouzi? The battle is almost over, why are you still sitting here?"
Herrily continued: "The company commander said that we are a reserve team and asked us to wait here to carry the wounded." The scar-faced man laughed and said: "Which of the soldiers of the Third Regiment doesn't fight ten soldiers one by one? Who needs to carry them?"
Go, go to the front line to help with the hunting and moving things, and I’ll give you some Japanese cans to try when you get back.”
Li Dajian felt envious in his heart, but he still said stubbornly: "Look at his arrogance, he grabbed a few broken guns, he is so beautiful that I don't know his last name. If I have a gun, I will be the main force."
While he was talking, Li Daben's waist suddenly buzzed. Everyone was startled and backed away, thinking it was a bomb.
Li Daben was so frightened that he opened the gun case and actually took out an alarm clock with a set time.
At the same time, everyone in the temporary command post at the rear of the battlefield was ready.
Ma Guoming, the political commissar of the Ninth Column, looked at the time on his watch. It happened to be three o'clock.
Political Commissar Ma pressed his hands on the table, "It's time for the general attack."
The commander said solemnly: "Order all the troops of the Ninth Column to press forward."
"Yes." The correspondent who had been waiting for a long time turned around and rushed out.
Not long after, after receiving the order, the soldiers from all the nine columns jumped out of the trenches and charged forward like an overwhelming force. Every one of them looked at death as if they were home. The soldiers in front fired all their bullets at the little Japs' machine gun fire points.
A standard infantry squadron of the Japanese army has 181 people, including a 19-person squadron headquarters: squadron leader, executive officer, 3 sergeants, 4 health workers, officer's orderlies, buglers, 8 correspondents; 3 54-person personnel
The team has a total of 181 people, 139 rifles, 9 light machine guns, and 9 grenade launchers.
Surrounded by the Nine Columns is a strengthened squadron with 3 additional heavy machine guns, 2 90mm mortars, and probably more than 200 men.
The little Japanese had suffered heavy losses in the previous attack. After a little resistance, their position was soon in chaos, and a large hole was torn open at the front of the position.
The soldiers of the Ninth Column poured into the Japanese position like a tide, their bayonets reflected dazzling white light, and blood spattered in an instant. The Japanese soldiers who had no fighting spirit left dozens of severed limbs and remnants and retreated in panic.
Behind the Japanese army's position, a group of Japanese soldiers covered in mud and blood were struggling to survive under the cover of rocks. The leader, Captain Fujita, had half of his body soaked in blood and could barely support his body with his command knife.
"Is it true that the entire army is going to be wiped out here?" Fujita murmured to himself, and suddenly his eyes showed a fierce look, "Takada! Let the soldiers file off all the chrysanthemum emblems on the machine guns. The symbol of the royal family must not be
We fell into the hands of the Chinese people. We were actually forced into this situation by the Chinese people. We can only die here to apologize!" As he said this, he slowly drew his sword out of its sheath.
Takada pressed hard on his hand holding the handle of the knife and said, "Fujita-kun, it's too early to give up now."
"We have charged five times and failed to break their encirclement. Can we still expect a miracle to happen?"
"I observed the Eighth Route Army's position. After their charge, the gunfire from the defenders on the west side became obviously chaotic. If we concentrate our firepower and attack this weak point, there may be a glimmer of hope!"
Fujita raised his telescope and took a look, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and his spirits were lifted.
"Okay! Let the gunner reset the target, gather all the machine guns, and prepare to launch the sixth charge!"
The exhausted mortar operator tried his best to adjust the muzzle and set it to fire. The cannon ejected from the chamber and made a muffled sound.
In the temporary command post of the Eighth Route Army position, the commander was staring at the battle map and said to himself: "The little devil is finished. It looks like the battle will be over in less than half an hour."
Political Commissar Ma was not relaxed. He frowned and said: "Commander, don't be too optimistic. Our three regiments under the Ninth Column are not fully staffed. The original total of less than 3,000 people. We fought several tough battles some time ago.
We don’t have enough troops and supplies, so I’m worried something might go wrong.”