As the sky gets brighter, Wang Xiaoming's blocking becomes more and more difficult. Seeing that the number of stragglers around him has dropped sharply from more than 300 to less than 40, his head was wiped off by a grenade fired from a grenade.
A piece of skin, Wang Xiaoming, who could only wrap his legs hastily because the first aid kit had been used up, looked at the direction of Guanmenzuizi Mountain, which had completely calmed down, and sighed slightly. [.Com text]
At this time, Wang Xiaoming and the thirty or so people he led, after four hours of fierce fighting, had exhausted all their ammunition. The dozens of infantry directional mines on hand that had severely damaged the Japanese army had been exhausted.
The three heavy machine guns assigned to him by Wang Guangyu had already been beaten into parts by Japanese grenade launchers, or they had been blown up by himself because the ammunition was exhausted. Faced with the situation of running out of ammunition and reinforcements, he knew that he
Already tried my best.
With more than 300 stragglers composed of newly rescued prisoners of war fighting this kind of desperate battle, even if they change the commander, they can't fight better. With less than a battalion of troops, they have to fight against a Japanese army armed to the teeth.
The battle can be delayed for four hours, which is already the limit.
Like stroking his own child, Wang Xiaoming touched the speed machine that had been run out of bullets in his hand and had been following him since it was captured in the Second Division of the Fifth Army. Wang Xiaoming was cruel, but in the end he was not willing to smash him.
rotten.
He opened the bolt of the Type 38 rifle that he had already replaced, and loaded the last row of bullets collected from the Japanese corpses. Listening to the sound of gunfire again and again, Wang Xiaoming knew that his last time was up.
Turning his head and looking at these former prisoners of war who had not recovered from the fierce fighting all night and who relied on their deep-rooted hatred for the Japanese army to persevere, Wang Xiaoming smiled bitterly and said: "Brothers, I'm sorry. Although.
It’s the first time we’ve met, but it’s also the last time we’ve met.”
"I originally thought that I could survive. The commander, chief of staff, and I went to discuss the idea of integrating all the brothers into our brothers' troops. Unfortunately, there was no chance. But when we get there, we can finally fight the Japanese together. Come on,
Let’s get to know each other again. My name is Wang Xiaoming, the Second Route Army of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, and the political commissar of the Second Regiment of the First Independent Division of the Jidong Military Region.”
After Wang Xiaoming's words fell, a man who could only stand with the support of the rifle beside him said: "What are you talking about, brothers? If these brothers were not rescued from the Japs' construction site by you, even if they were not tortured to death by the Japs,
When the project is completed, they will be massacred by the Japanese."
"From the day we were captured, we never thought that one day we would pick up a gun to fight the Japanese. When we were tortured at the construction site, we all thought that if we were given a chance, we would rather die in battle than to fight in the army.
Put down the gun and be tortured to death by the Japanese."
"Now that I have this opportunity, even though it is short-lived, I have no regrets in my heart. In any case, I died fighting the Japanese, not tortured to death by the Japanese. This sentence is enough. Li Heyi
, **Second lieutenant platoon leader of the 32nd Army, from Shandong. He was captured in the Battle of Nanchang in March this year."
After Li Heyi finished speaking, dozens of other people nodded and reported their names, former troops, and their place of origin. Wang Xiaoming took out his notebook and wrote it down clearly one by one, then put the notebook back.
After taking the bag, together with the speed machine that he had already fired out of bullets, he carefully buried it in a crater.
After doing all this, Wang Xiaoming didn't say another word. At this time, the Japanese army's shelling had stopped, and he knew that the Japanese army was about to launch a charge. He turned around, crouched in a bomb crater, picked up the rifle in his hand, and pointed at
The early morning light aimed at a Japanese soldier climbing up the mountain.
Seeing that Wang Xiaoming stopped talking, the others also stopped their brief remarks and placed their rifles on the edge of the simple bunker they had found, aiming at the Japanese troops who were charging upwards over the various obstacles created by their own artillery fire.
At this time, the small hill where Wang Xiaoming was located had been blown away beyond recognition by the fierce Japanese artillery fire. The relatively dense vegetation on the mountain had already been wiped away by the Japanese artillery fire. Everywhere on the mountain was blown up.
Among the trees and craters, it is still easy to find a personal bunker.
One hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters, watching the Japanese troops rushing up again getting closer and closer, after shouting "hit", Wang Xiaoming was the first to fire the rifle in his hand. He quickly fired the last bullet in his hand.
After pinching the grenade, Wang Xiaoming pulled out the last grenade, took off the safety, hit a stone in front of him hard, and threw it out. After using up the only ammunition, Wang Xiaoming was the first to stand up with the rifle.
To rush out.
Before he could rush out of the crater that served as a temporary bunker with his gun in hand, a strange swishing sound suddenly came from behind him. Following this strange swishing sound, there was a dense and intense sound coming from the Japanese position.
A violent explosion.
The flanks of the Japanese troops who were charging and struggling to climb up the mountain also heard the sound of intensive gunfire. The Japanese troops who were charging toward the mountain were mowed down by the sudden and intensive machine gun fire from the flanks. The remaining Japanese troops did not dare to fight.
He rolled and climbed down the mountain.
Seeing the intensive explosions on the Japanese position at the foot of the mountain and the sudden intensive machine gun fire from his flank, Wang Xiaoming knew that reinforcements had arrived. After fighting fiercely for half a day and all night, Wang Xiaoming could no longer support his tired body, and his mood suddenly changed.
When he was relaxed, he sat down on the edge of the crater and never got up again.
It wasn't until he saw two familiar faces among a group of people coming up from the foot of the mountain that Wang Xiaoming reluctantly stood up with the rifle in his hand as a support.
Looking at Wang Xiaoming who was staggering and reluctantly standing up to salute him, Yang Zhen stepped forward a few steps, supported him and stopped his salute. Instead, he stood between him and his only three remaining men.
In front of more than a dozen stragglers, a standard military salute was given: "On behalf of the headquarters, I would like to thank you. It is your efforts and sacrifices that enabled us to achieve a decisive victory that allowed us to gain a firm foothold in the Sanjiang area."
After that, Yang Zhen patted Wang Xiaoming on the shoulder and said: "Xiaoming, I heard what Guangyu said about you. Yes, good job. I saw you right. This battle was wonderful, so wonderful."
Regarding Yang Zhen's heartfelt appreciation, Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said: "Commander, there is nothing to praise for this. Now we still have a small force of more than a hundred people, blocking a group of troops from behind who are clearing us.
Japanese brigade. They are all rescued prisoners of war. They are weak and don’t have much ammunition.”
"I heard gunshots from their direction heading east. I thought they must have diverted the Japanese brigade away in order to reduce the pressure on us. They were led by the political instructor of a battalion of the Eighteenth Group Army in Guannai, who was also a prisoner of war. The commander
, I request you to send troops to assist them."
Hearing his request, Yang Zhen smiled and said: "They are back. That person may not be as good at this kind of positional warfare as you, but he is worse than you at this kind of guerrilla tactics where the enemy advances and we retreat. He brought Those more than a hundred people led the Japanese brigade chasing them to the swamp to the west. Although he didn't know that there was a swamp over there, Wang Guangyu's guard squad you left him knew."
"He is a veteran of the Long March who has climbed snow-capped mountains and walked across grasslands. He has experience in how to cross swamps and knows that it will be fine if he just steps on grass. According to his experience, the people he led, apart from being a little overtired,
Basically walked out intact.
"But the Japanese brigade that was chasing them was much unlucky. The whole brigade was stuck in the endless swamp over there, and it's probably impossible to get out. Their losses were much smaller than yours. Go down and have a good rest.
You will see them soon when you arrive at the rest camp."
After that, Yang Zhen waved his hand and said to Zhang Ting beside him: "Director Zhang, take them all back to Xingshan Fortress and give them a good physical check-up. The carriage is waiting at the foot of the mountain."
Hearing Yang Zhen's tone of voice that was befitting his position, Zhang Ting's little face felt sad for a while. She nodded silently without saying a word, and walked out with a company of nurses and these exhausted people.
A position that paid a heavy price.
Seeing Wang Xiaoming staggering down the mountain with the support of Zhang Ting and disappearing on the mountain road, Yang Zhen turned his head, raised his binoculars, and turned his sights to the battlefield at the foot of the mountain.
Yang Zhen, who had no troops at hand, launched a posture this time that was more of a bluff than a rescue. Apart from artillery fire, he did not invest a large number of troops in counterattack. In fact, except for one, he only had 2,000 troops on hand.
Apart from the many new recruits who have not yet completed their training, he has no troops to invest.
He didn't want to put the remaining two thousand recruits in the supplementary regiment, who were only half-assed at best, into this flesh and blood mill. For the Japanese army that still had multiple regiments of troops, he knew that even if all the more than two thousand troops were invested,
, to no avail.
In order to scare these Japanese troops, Yang Zhen concentrated all his artillery fire. In addition to the field artillery battalion he brought, he even brought a newly formed experimental rocket launcher battalion and a few rockets.
Coming.
Instead, this battalion only had six twelve-tube 107mm rocket launchers and not many shells. It only had more than 200 rounds of rocket launchers that worked overtime to produce them. During the battle, the shock power it brought to the Japanese army was obviously greater than
That field artillery camp with plenty of shells.
You can't hear the sound of artillery, except for the whooshing sound all over the sky. It wasn't until the artillery shell hit your head and exploded around you that you noticed this strange sound, with a long flame trailing behind your butt until it hit your head.
Only then did they realize that it was also a powerful new weapon, which obviously frightened the officers and soldiers of the 104th Division.
The 104th Division, which was gathered on the road and became the best target for this weapon with a relatively large spread area, suffered more casualties from this weapon that they saw for the first time than the first one who suffered it.
Crab's First Division.
The artillery position and infantry assembly area suffered heavy losses under the bombardment of 200 rockets. In addition to the broken limbs and broken arms of a large group assembled on the road, almost few people survived.
Faced with the reinforcements that appeared from his opponents and the powerful new weapons that brought huge casualties to him, Major General Nishiyama Fukutaro, who was looking at a submachine gun that was smashed by the defenders before he died, did not show any behavior that he should have.
Angry. He knew that they had lost this battle, and it could be said that they lost inexplicably and without explanation.
First, in the direction of the 108th Regiment on the other side of Guanmenzuizi Mountain, the sound of gunfire has completely ended. Then, a brigade sent out to eliminate those damn rats has also lost contact. In this period of artillery fire, casualties have been heavy, and morale has been reduced.
The 104th Division, which had fallen to the extreme low point, had lost all chances to win in the face of the opponent's new reinforcements with a large number of new weapons.
He didn't want to stay even for one more minute in the strange Beiman Mountains. He retreated and left as far away as possible. He became not only him, but also all the 104th Division's weird people at that time.
The officers and soldiers who survived the shelling had and only thoughts.
After handing the deformed submachine gun that had been smashed in his hand to his side, Captain Koga Ryutaro of the 170th Regiment looked confused and almost disbelieving when he heard the retreat order, and Nishiyama Fukutaro said slowly: "Close the door.
The sound of gunfire over Zuizi Mountain has stopped. What greets us is not the 108th Regiment, but the new reinforcements from our opponent. This result has clearly told us that the 108th Regiment is finished."
"It has been less than twenty hours since the 108th Regiment officially came into contact with the enemy defenders at 2 o'clock yesterday afternoon. A reorganized coalition with 3,000 people can defeat the China Army's reorganized division, or even an army.
The whole army was actually destroyed in less than twenty hours, no, only eighteen hours. This can only show that the opponent's combat effectiveness is at least above average compared to the Chinese army."
"And we still don't know how many troops the opponent has, what weapons and equipment he has. We don't even know how the 108th Regiment was eaten. How can we continue to fight such a battle?"
"The Imperial Army has always been known for its accurate intelligence, but this time except that we know that the opponent has at least one brigade of 150mm heavy howitzers and a full set of Japanese equipment, we are at a loss about everything else."
"But Koga-kun, you are from the Imperial Army Military Academy. Is the powerful artillery that just hit our heads the same power as the 150mm howitzer equipped by the Imperial Army? And you?
The firearm in your hand is simple in structure but very powerful in close combat, something the Imperial Army does not have."
'This can only mean that they either have a lot of support from the Soviet Union, or they already have arsenals that can produce new weapons. I don't know how much the Kwantung Army has lost in the past two years. The current size of this army
How big is it?"
"But I only know that this army will be the most troublesome army of the Kwantung Army. It will be the most deadly threat to the Kwantung Army's rule in Manchuria. For such a well-organized army with extremely strong fighting spirit, the weapons and equipment are even
An army that can be described as excellent, the Kwantung Army was too careless."
"We have tried our best until now, but the morale and morale of the army have dropped to the bottom. Now the opponent's reinforcements have arrived. As the fight continues, the result is difficult to predict. The 104th Division has already decided to return to the country next year to recover. Since the military headquarters has
If you decide to send us home, we won't have to make unnecessary sacrifices."
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