Chapter 480 Bloody Battle in Ten Thousand Counties
In the autumn of 2008 AD, an old man over eighty years old, wearing an old-fashioned military uniform from the 1940s, walked tremblingly into the Martyrs Cemetery in the east of Wanxian City with the support of two young people.
Wanxian Martyrs Cemetery was built in the 1940s, and more than 7,000 martyrs are buried underground in the cemetery.
After laying a wreath, the old man used his crutches and came to the monument of heroes and martyrs engraved with names, and stopped for a long time.
The old man is over eighty years old, and his health is not as good as before. This time may be the last time in his life that he comes to visit his comrades who are buried here. Knowing that his days are numbered, the old man finally opens up the memories that have been sealed for many years.
Tell his descendants about the tragic battle that took place more than sixty years ago.
"That battle was really brutal."
"Our Sichuan Army was so eager to kill us that the little devils were also jealous. Tons of artillery shells of various calibers and types were thrown at our heads. Many brothers were killed, and some were even killed.
It was blown into pieces, and the fingers and intestines were broken into pieces and scattered everywhere. The scene was really bloody..."
"After the battle, when the corpse collection team came to collect the corpses, they finally managed to put together a whole corpse, but found that they had put the pieces together wrongly. The fragments of two people were put together, but more brothers couldn't even find the fragments.
, I really had no choice but to cremate the collected body fragments together, and then sprinkle some evenly into each brother’s urn.”
Once the memory gate is opened, the blurred scenes suddenly become clear again.
"Our 3rd Regiment is the vanguard regiment of the whole division, and our 9th Company is the vanguard company of the entire regiment. When our 9th Company arrived outside Wanxian City, it was already dark, and we were tired, hungry, hungry and thirsty.
, but without even bothering to eat or even take a drink of water, they launched an attack on Wanxian County..."
As soon as the Japanese whistle sounded, the Chinese army launched an attack.
About 60 Sichuan officers and soldiers quickly dispersed along the road and rushed towards the Wanxian City Gate in a skirmish formation. The Japanese troops guarding the city gate responded quickly. The machine guns behind the two circular barricades on the left and right of the city gate opened fire at the same time, and they fell instantly.
Seven or eight Sichuan soldiers rushed to the front, and the first wave of offensive by the Sichuan soldiers collapsed immediately.
Not long after, when the Sichuan army was organizing the second wave of offensive, the roar of fighter jet engines suddenly sounded in the sky.
Six P-51 Mustang fighter jets carrying heavy aerial bombs and rockets emerged from the thin clouds. The first two fighter jets swooped down and dropped 1,000 bombs at the gate of Wanxian City.
pound of aerial bombs, two huge mushroom clouds immediately rose above Wanda City. By the time the smoke and dust cleared, the towering and majestic Wanxian City Gate had long been razed to the ground.
Along with the Wanxian City Gate, a Japanese squad with more than 40 Japanese soldiers was also destroyed.
The Sichuan Army soldiers immediately rushed into the county town through the rubble, and started a brutal street battle with the Japanese garrison brigade guarding Wanxian County. The fierce fighting continued until noon, and the main force of the 4th Division arrived one after another. The more than 400 Japanese who were stubbornly resisting in the city were quickly eliminated.
However, before the 4th Sichuan Army Division could rebuild its defenses, the main force of the Japanese 113th Division also arrived.
The battle to defend Wanxian County officially started, and the battle became fierce from the beginning.
Lieutenant General Masabumi Yamauchi, commander of the 113th Division of the Japanese Army, has clearly realized that if Wanxian cannot be recaptured, the nearly 200,000 Japanese troops on the North Route will be besieged by the Chinese army on the Central Sichuan Plain until the mechanization of the Chinese Expeditionary Force
The troops marched into Sichuan along the Sichuan-Yunnan Highway, and the end of the main force of the Japanese army on the North Road was coming.
In view of this, Yamauchi Masabumi did not hesitate to devote all his main forces to launch a desperate attack.
The fierce fighting lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon. The Japanese troops entered the city four times and were driven out of the city four times by the Sichuan troops. There were corpses lying on top of each other inside and outside the city walls, and blood flowed in the streets and alleys.
In Wanxian City, deep in the alleys.
"Phew..." An aerial bomb dropped from the sky with a piercing scream.
"Teacher, be careful!" Guard Battalion Commander Fan Xiaoha had just pressed Fan Haer under him when the aerial bomb landed behind a broken wall not far away and exploded immediately. The huge explosion brought up a large number of broken bricks and tiles.
, their lives were buried immediately, and it took a long time before more than a dozen guards dug them out from the rubble until their fingers bled.
When he was dug out, Fan Xiaoha was still feeling better, but Fan Haer had long since expired.
The guards pinched the man and stroked his chest. After working for a long time, Fan Haer finally coughed violently.
After coughing for a long time, Fan Ha'er finally regained his breath. He immediately patted the dust on his body and said angrily: "Grandpa, where is our air force? Where are our planes? The sky is full of little devils."
The plane is pooping?"
"Master." Fan Haer finished his words, and the embarrassed figure of Chief of Staff Gao crawled over from a broken wall not far away, and said with a miserable expression, "I just asked the group army headquarters, and the commander said
The Air Force's fuel consumption is so great that Shuangguisi Airport has no more fuel to spread, and our plane cannot get into the air."
"What?" Fan Haer said angrily, "Are you out of gas?"
"Well, we don't have any fuel." Chief of Staff Gao nodded heavily, "The Sichuan-Yunnan Highway was cut off by the devil, and the air transport couldn't keep up, so that's why it's like this."
Before Chief of Staff Gao finished speaking, two more Japanese fighter planes swooped down from the sky with ear-piercing screams. The large-caliber machine gun bullets hit the broken wall not far away, and a large amount of soil rustled.
It fell straight down, and when the Japanese plane roared past, two neat rows of bullet holes were left on the broken wall.
Commander Fan Haer puffed out a puff of smoke from his nostrils, and immediately shouted in a ferocious voice: "You damn little devil, the artillery has been fired and the bombs have exploded. I think we are about to start attacking again. Order the troops to prepare for the attack."
Get ready, Chief of Staff Gao, go back and gather all the people you can, and be ready to counterattack at any time..."
"Yes." Chief of Staff Gao rolled and crawled and ran away.
Outside Wanxian City, the Japanese army's forward observation post.
Yamauchi Masabumi was observing the movement in Wanxian City. Looking out through the field of view of the artillery mirror, he saw that Wanxian City was completely covered in fire, smoke and dust. He could smell it clearly from hundreds of meters away.
Sensing the stench of burning and blood that filled the air, Yamauchi Masabumi even saw two severed limbs hanging on the ruins of the city wall!
"Yo Xi." Masafumi Yamauchi nodded with satisfaction, and immediately said to the division chief of staff, Osaka Tengai, "Order that the 64th Infantry Regiment launch an attack immediately. This time, Wanxian must be captured!"
"Hai!" Colonel Tengjing lowered his head suddenly and immediately grabbed the phone.
Near Guang'an, Guandao.
Yang Sen, riding a tall horse, was marching rapidly forward under the protection of the guards.
On the right side not far from the official road, the roar of artillery and the sound of gunfire shook the sky. The 74th Army of Xue Yue's 1st Group Army was blocking the passing Japanese 106th Division. It is said that the battle was fierce. The Huben Division of the 74th Army
, that is, the 57th Division who died collectively in Ru County during the Battle of Wuhan, has already fought with the little Japanese with bayonets nine times.
However, Yang Sen has no intention to care about the battle of Huben Division now.
Fan Haer's 4th Division has been fighting fiercely with the Japanese 113th Division in Wanxian for half a day. By now, most of them have been killed or injured. I don't know if the 6th and 9th Divisions of the second echelon have arrived? If these two divisions cannot arrive in time,
Arrive and let the Japanese 113th Division defeat the 4th Division and seize Wanxian first, then the trouble will be big.
Yang Sen was in a hurry when Chief of Staff Li Yuntong rode after him from behind.
Because he was walking in such a hurry, Li Yuntong even dropped his hat. After catching up with Yang Sen, he panted without even saluting: "Maintain, the 4th Division has sent an urgent message again. Most of the division's officers and soldiers have been casualties. Fan Haer has already raised his bayonet.
We have had sex with the Japanese twice, and Fan Haer even said that if reinforcements don’t arrive, Wanxian won’t be able to defend it!”
"Knowing Liao, knowing Liao, send a telegram to the 6th Division and the 9th Division immediately to ask them to speed up their march! We have to get to Wanxian within half an hour, otherwise military law will be imposed!" Yang Sen finished speaking hurriedly and slapped his crotch hard again.
He got off his mount and gave it a whip. The mount felt pain, raised its head and let out a mournful hiss, then threw off its four hooves and ran forward wildly.
Wanxian, dusk.
The Japanese attack was repelled again, followed by retaliatory bombings.
This bombing lasted longer and was more intense. The Japanese army seemed to have realized that this was the last attack before dark today, so they threw all the remaining shells and bombs at the Sichuan army without hesitation.
Over the heads of the soldiers, for a moment, broken limbs and rubble flew everywhere in Wanxian City, and the remaining bodies were covered in mud and splashed everywhere.
Forty minutes later, the Japanese army's indiscriminate bombing finally ended. When Fan Haer ordered to assemble again, the division's more than 7,000 officers and soldiers had less than 200 left, of which more than 20 were seriously wounded, and the remaining
Most of them were injured, even Fan Haer, who had two gashes on his arms from the Japanese bayonets.
Looking at the severely reduced team in front of him, Fan Haer couldn't help but feel sad.
However, the Japanese army's general attack was imminent, and Fan Haer could no longer care about his sadness. He took out a piece of white cloth from his arms and ordered two guards to spread it out, and then said to the remaining troops in formation: "Brothers, the Japanese army's general attack is imminent, but the reinforcements are late.
It's too late, I, Fan Ha'er, am determined to fight to the death with the enemy in order to repay the country. If you don't want to, it's still too late to run away. If you are willing to go on the road with me, just leave your name on it. In the future, the government will erect a monument.
It’s also good to have a proof when disbursing pensions.”
Fan Haer's tone was very calm, and in his eyes, life and death matters were as ordinary as eating a meal.
The expressions of the 200 Sichuan Army were equally calm. The cruel and bloody war career had long numbed their nerves. For these Sichuan Army soldiers who licked blood with their swords, life was a joy, but death was nothing to be afraid of. Fan Haer's voice was clear.
After falling, they bit their fingers one by one and stepped forward to write their names.
Soon, most people had left their names, except for a young soldier aged sixteen or seventeen who did not come forward.
Fan Ha'er frowned and said, "Kid, why don't you leave your name behind?"
The little soldier lowered his head and said with great sadness: "Sir, I don't have a name."
"What, you don't have a name?" Fan Haer was stunned, and then said in a slightly sad tone, "In that case, I will give you a temporary name. This is Wan County, so your surname is Wan.
, As for the name, let’s call it Sichuan Army, Wanchuan Army, my enemy, your name will be Wanchuan Army!”
The little soldier couldn't read, so Fan Haer had to write his name again.
As soon as the names were written, hundreds of Japanese soldiers with white cloths on their heads rushed into the city with bayonets in hand. Van Haer immediately pulled out his Browning pistol and led the last remaining hundred or so men of the division to greet him.
Facing the swarming Japanese death squads, before the two armies could come into contact, Fan Haer was knocked to the ground by a hail of bullets and died on the spot.
The Wanchuan Army, which had just received a name, was stunned when the two armies collided head-on.
Determined to avenge Fan Haer, the guard battalion commander Fan Xiaoha rushed into the Japs without hesitation, grabbed the Japs machine gunner who had just fired, and then allowed the Japs' bayonets to pierce his back crazily. Fan Xiaoha was
He refused to let go, and when Fan Xiaoha finally died, the Japanese machine gunner also died almost at the same time.
Chief of Staff Gao was tall and powerful, and he danced a ghost-headed sword like a tiger with great force. After slashing six Japanese soldiers in a row, he finally allowed a Japanese soldier to attack him from behind. When the sharp saber penetrated his chest from behind,
Chief of Staff Gao immediately raised his head and let out a ghost-like howl. He immediately grabbed hold of him with his backhand, and before he died, he even gouged out the eyes of the Japanese Army Sergeant.
In the time of half a pack of cigarettes, the nearly 200 remnant soldiers of the entire division had been killed and wounded, and only one member of the Wanchuan Army was left.
Soon, a dozen Japanese soldiers came forward with shining bayonets. Wanchuan Army panted violently and slowly retreated into a corner with bayonets in hand. The Japanese soldiers smiled ferociously, but they were just like a cat playing with a mouse.
The Wanchuan Army surrounded them but refused to kill suddenly. The Wanchuan Army gritted his teeth and was about to step forward to fight for his life when gunshots suddenly rang out!
Amidst the sound of machine gunfire like exploding beans, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounding the Wanchuan Army were shot one after another. One of the Japanese soldiers had his entire neck shot open, and the splattered flesh and blood sprayed all over the Wanchuan Army's face.
When the Wanchuan Army came to their senses, all the dozen Japanese soldiers had fallen to the ground, but in the distance outside the city, the sound of charging bugles sounded.
"Reinforcements, reinforcements have finally arrived." Wan Chuanjun murmured, then his eyes darkened and he fell to the ground.
The smoke of history slowly dissipated from the old man's eyes, and the old man's thoughts finally returned to reality.
"When I woke up again, I was already lying in the field hospital at the headquarters. There were more than 7,000 people in the whole division, and I was the only one who survived. How miserable!" the old man choked and said emotionally.
Touching the names engraved on the monument to the heroes, vaguely, the once-familiar faces came back to life from the long memory.
"When I die, you must bring my ashes back here and bury them here." Finally, the old man said meaningfully to the two young people behind him, "After so many years, I should also pay my respects to the Master.
Reporting." After saying that, the old man saluted the military salute to the monument of heroes and martyrs. At this moment, the old man's figure was so heroic!