"Commanders, the main force of the Japs has moved, and they are all coming!" the combat staff on the city wall reported excitedly.
After hearing this, Zhou Weihan's expression obviously relaxed, and he said to the telegraph operator on the side: "Immediately contact the 7th Teaching Brigade of the Luxi Military Region and ask it to advance quickly to block the retreat of the Japanese troops of the 32nd Division!"
"Use the walkie-talkie to call the flight team at all times. I want to know the specific movements of the flight team!"
"In addition, communication with the first regiment, third regiment, assault regiment, cavalry regiment, and artillery unit must be maintained at all times!"
"Yes!" Both the telegraph operator and the several correspondents in charge of the walkie-talkies responded one after another.
"It seems that the Japanese army on the opposite side still can't hold it back. It's easy to eat, but it's difficult to get away. You can't spit out what's in your mouth!" the deputy chief of staff said.
Zhou Weihan looked at the time and saw that it was almost time for the Eighth Route Army artillery unit to start shelling.
At this time, there were basically not many Japanese troops left in the search group, but the 35th regiment was also surrounded by two Japanese infantry brigades. The 40th regiment was concentrating its efforts on attacking the Japanese encirclement, while the two dissatisfied Japanese regiments were rapidly attacking.
Come around.
"Send the retreat signal!"
"Commander, order to fire the retreat signal flare, fire the retreat signal flare!"
Upon hearing this, the combat staff on the city wall immediately took out a flare gun and pointed it at the sky, firing three red flares.
The red signal flares rose into the sky. The little Japanese who were fighting did not understand why, but the encircling Japanese troops stopped, subconsciously thinking that the Eighth Route Army was about to start an artillery bombardment.
However, the soldiers of the 35th and 40th regiments who were fighting understood that this was a retreat order issued by the headquarters.
"Commander, withdraw!" the political commissar of the 40th Regiment reminded.
"Retreat? The brothers of the 35th Regiment are still in the encirclement. They will be able to break through the encirclement of the Japs soon. Now retreat, what will the 35th Regiment do?" The regiment leader frowned, and wanted to lead the 40th Regiment to charge again.
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"Captain, you have to understand that even if we rush in, the comrades of the 35th Regiment will not be able to withdraw. After hesitating for a while, the main force of the Japs closed the outer encirclement, and the artillery unit will also start shelling. We
The whole regiment has to be abandoned!" The political commissar stamped his feet anxiously.
"Guard, take the leader away!"
"Stay with me as long as possible, quickly!" the political commissar shouted.
"Political commissar, political commissar..."
On the other side, the little devil hesitated for a while and successfully gave the 40th regiment a chance to escape.
"Bagaya Road, the Eighth Route Army has captured them all, press them all!" The commander of the 212th Regiment, Tsuchida Taizo, blushed and secretly blamed himself for being too suspicious. If the Eighth Route Army had an organized artillery unit, it would have used it early in the morning.
Already.
The 211th Regiment and the 212th Regiment pressed forward again, trying to swallow up the retreating 35th Regiment. At the same time, the Japanese artillery positions in the rear began to cover the retreating direction of the 35th Regiment with artillery fire.
The political commissar of the 35th Regiment led a company to effectively block the pursuit of the two Japanese brigades in the encirclement, and was eventually drowned in the crowd of Japanese troops.
"Captain, the political commissar and a whole company were bitten to death by the Japs!" the guard said, pointing back.
The leader of the 35th regiment paused when he heard this, and then suppressed the grief in his heart: "Withdraw!"
Within two or three minutes, Cui Zheng from the forward reconnaissance station glanced at the time on his watch: "Notify the north and south artillery groups to start shelling from the outside to the inside according to the predetermined firing direction!"
"yes!"
The order from the forward reconnaissance post was quickly conveyed to the north and south artillery groups, and the gunners of each artillery battery and each artillery position were already ready.
After the last actual battle, each artillery position performed more fluently. At the same time, a round of artillery shells pierced the sky and rushed towards the Japanese troops of the 32nd Division who had gathered together.
"Nani?" Tsuchida Taizo listened to the screams in the sky and was very puzzled. The direction of the cannonball was wrong.
Immediately, the first round of artillery shells exploded on the north and south sides of the Japanese army. To the surprise of the little devils, the Eighth Route Army's artillery units seemed to be inaccurate. Such a large target actually missed, and only some soldiers on the periphery were affected.
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Before the little devil could continue to be happy, more artillery shells flew over, forming two barrages on the north and south sides, gradually advancing from the outside inward.
As soon as the explosion of the artillery shells sounded, compared to the panicked little Japanese, the commander of the 35th Regiment in the encirclement laughed loudly and looked around at the few dozen remaining soldiers around him.
"Come on little devil, it's worth it to have you beasts buried with me!"
"Come on, little devil, grandpa has something good for you to try!"
The little devils couldn't help but shudder when they looked at the crazy-looking Eighth Route Army soldiers. The madness displayed by the surrounded Eighth Route Army made all the little devils tremble.
Often when the bayonet stabbed down, the Eighth Route Army soldiers would take the initiative to come over, hug the little Japanese in front of them, and then pull off the glory bombs on their bodies and die together with the little Japanese.
"Commander, the flight team has been contacted!" the correspondent reported.
Zhou Weihan took the walkie-talkie: "I'm Zhou Weihan, please reply if you hear me!"
"Commander, I am Tianshan, I am Tianshan!" Yamada Takema's voice came from the walkie-talkie.
"Where is the flight team now?"
"Report to the ***, the flight team has flown over Pu County and arrived in the suburbs of Heze!"
"Okay, the ground troops will provide ground guidance!" Zhou Weihan stopped the conversation with Yamada Takema, turned to another correspondent and said: "Notify Cui Zheng immediately to prepare for ground guidance!"
Within a few minutes, Zhou Weihan, who was at the command post, heard the roar of an airplane in the sky, and the sun flag shining brightly on the fuselage was very clear.
At the same time, Cui Zheng ordered six American mountain artillery batteries to begin shelling the core of the Japanese formation.
On the artillery position, the third mountain gun of the American Mountain Artillery Battalion has obtained the firing parameters in advance, all gun positions have been prepared, and red smoke grenades have been loaded into the gun barrel.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The six shells were mixed with the other shells and streaked into the sky, but the direction of impact was the core position of the little devil.
Taizo Tsuchida, who was running away, watched helplessly as six artillery shells landed on the 212th Wing, the joint part of the 211th Wing. The expected explosion did not come.
As the red smoke filled the air, it enveloped half of the Japanese army's formation, and the little Japs looked at them in a daze.
"Nani, is it the chemical bomb of the Eighth Route Army? Quick, prepare the gas mask!" A Japanese second lieutenant covered his mouth and nose and hurriedly took out the gas mask from his waist.
Just when the little devils were stunned, the wind blowing from nowhere blew away the smoke. Through the smoke, many little devils saw the plane hovering in the sky.
"The aviation force of the Imperial Japanese Army has arrived, and the Chinese artillery force is finished, finished!" Some little devils danced and cheered.
However, many Japanese military officers still had a clear understanding that the Imperial Army's flying squadron had clearly been transferred away. How could there still be an established flying squadron in North China?
Tsuchida Taizo picked up the telescope. In the field of view of the telescope, the sun flag was so conspicuous: "Nani, is it the flight team transferred from other places by General Okamura?"
When Masami Tsuchida Taizo was confused, two more rounds of smoke bombs were fired one after another, and the smoke penetrated into Tsuchida Taizo's body along his mouth and nose.
"Bagayalu, what on earth is the Eighth Route Army going to do?"
Although the Eighth Route Army's artillery unit had 48 artillery pieces, the early bombardment effectively drove most of the little Japs to one place. No matter which way the little Japs broke out, the artillery shells exploded near them as if they had eyes.
Sometimes, the shells fired by the 15-caliber howitzer wiped out dozens of Japanese troops.
In the Japanese army's rear headquarters, the sudden changes on the front battlefield also caught Sakai Takaki off guard. Sakai Takaki immediately ordered the artillery to immediately counterattack and destroy the Eighth Route Army's artillery positions.
However, the location selected by the Eighth Route Army's artillery was too tricky. It was near the city walls on the north and south sides. The Japanese artillery was unable to determine its specific location for a while. At the same time, the hands of the two mountain artillery brigades were too short and they needed to move forward to counterattack with artillery fire.
The time was wasted by going back and forth.
"Sir, it's the flying team of the Imperial Army!" said the adjutant on the side.
"No, it shouldn't be. If it is the Imperial Army's flying team, General Gangcun will notify our department, but?"
Just when Sakai Takaki was confused, the planes in the sky kept circling over the Japanese army. The magazine under the fuselage slowly opened, and aerial bombs came out one after another, falling on the 211th Wing and the 212th Wing in a series of curves.
Among the Japanese formations of the team.
As all the little devils looked at this ridiculous scene in shock, they never thought that one day the imperial army's planes would drop aerial bombs on their heads.
Whether they were reconnaissance planes, fighter jets, or bombers, all aerial bombs were dropped at the first time.
Huge flames shrouded the little devils who were forced to gather, and the terrifying air waves swept everything within the range with an unstoppable force.
The little devil who was at the center of the explosion only felt his eyes stinging from the bright light, his body felt a little burning, and then he lost consciousness.
The little devil on the outside was in the most miserable condition. Being torn apart by multiple air waves, his body turned into a ball of blood mist, which continued to spread with the air waves.
At the same time, 48 artillery pieces were put away, which they had been fighting lightly before, and concentrated their efforts to start bombarding the direction of the Japanese army.
Under the double blow of ground and air firepower, even the steel body will be turned into molten iron at this time, and the entire Japanese army's formation will soon fall apart.
At this time, Zhou Weihan stood in front of the city wall, admiring the rare beauty in front of him: "Notice, the First Regiment, Third Regiment, Assault Regiment and other units, quickly spread out from both wings to annihilate the Japanese army's fish that slipped through the net!"
"The 37th Regiment, the 38th Regiment and the military region-affiliated teams in charge of city defenses all press forward!" After Zhou Weihan finished speaking, he paused and thought about it for a moment. He really couldn't bear to part with the artillery regiment of the 32nd Division, so he immediately changed his order:
"The cavalry regiment was dispatched immediately to attack the Japanese artillery positions!"
"The war is about the industrial base. I didn't expect that we, who have always been called Tubal Road, would one day have strong firepower!"
"In just a short time, the two infantry regiments of the 32nd Division have probably suffered more than half their casualties, and the remaining Japanese troops have almost no combat effectiveness at all!"
"After all, our Eighth Route Army had the last laugh in this battle. We won. It was not easy!" said the Deputy Chief of General Staff, patting Zhou Weihan on the shoulder.
Before the aerial bombardment and ground artillery coverage began, the 35th Regiment had consciously guided them in advance, expecting collective death, and gathered the Japanese troops in one place. The direction of this battle had already been decided.
After Zhou Weihan's order was issued, two long lines of the Eighth Route Army, which had been ambushing on both sides for a long time, swept towards the Japanese army. Many of the defeated Japanese troops panicked and rushed into the large net laid by the Eighth Route Army.
The situation at the Japanese command headquarters in the rear was also not optimistic. When the Japanese artillery regiment was building a position, nearly a thousand cavalry led by Zhu Dasheng rushed into the Japanese position in an organized and targeted manner. The artillery of the little devils was like a group of
The lamb waiting to be slaughtered can only wait for its neck to be slashed.
"Kill!"
"Kill these idiots!"
The shouts of killing rang out from the rear of the Japanese army. The more than 300 Japanese soldiers who had just gathered around Sakai Takaki were instantly drowned in the crowd of the 7th Teaching Brigade.
"Sir, don't hesitate any longer. The 211th and 212th Wings can't come back. Just retreat!" the adjutant admonished.
Sakai Takaki's original intention was to gather the defeated soldiers again, but unexpectedly he was stabbed in the eye by the Seventh Teaching Brigade who came out from behind.
Just when Sakai Takaki was hesitating, Brigadier Han, who was leading the team, took aim at Sakai Takaki at a glance.
"Haha, I got lucky today. I bumped into a Japanese major general. Pay attention and capture this Japanese major general alive!" Brigadier Han said with an excited smile.
The political commissar led the main force of the 7th Teaching Brigade to join the battle of the cavalry regiment, while Brigadier Han led a company of guards to surround the Japs including Sakai Takaki.
The faces of the soldiers in the guard company were full of excitement. Brigadier Han's guard held a 38-meter cap, his fingers were clenched white, and his arms were trembling.
"Xiao Linzi, why are you trembling? Are you scared?"
"Brigadier, how could I be afraid? I have already killed five Japs with my own hands, but it was the first time I saw a Japs major general. I was so excited!" Guard Xiao Linzi explained, swallowing hard as he spoke.
Sakai Takaki looked at the fiery eyes of the Eighth Route Army that surrounded him. He knew in his heart that he was in doom today, so he simply stood up and said: "I am Sakai Takaki, the commander of the Infantry Regiment of the 32nd Division of the Imperial Japanese Army. Your Excellency is leading my troops.
A sneak attack from behind would be unbecoming of a soldier!"
"Ha! The soldier's style is a cunning way. You can use any method to win. When have you little devils ever displayed the so-called soldier's style?"
Having said this, Brigadier Han no longer meant to be joking, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Capture this Japanese Major General alive and kill all the other beasts!"
After hearing this, the soldiers from the guard company rushed forward and stabbed several little Japs to death one after another. However, Sakai Takaki had no further reaction and was drowned in the crowd.
When he was revealed, his two arms had been removed, and a black towel was stuffed in his mouth. He looked bruised and swollen, as if he had been murdered by some soldier.
