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Text Chapter 199 The Blinded Nishiyama Fukutaro

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    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 with a leg wrap because the first aid kit had been used up, looked at Guanmen Zuizi Mountain, who had completely calmed down, and sighed slightly.  ¡¾.Com text¡¿

    At this time, Wang Xiaoming and the thirty or so people he led had exhausted all their ammunition after four hours of fierce fighting.  The dozens of infantry directional mines on hand that once caused heavy damage to the Japanese army have been used up.

    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 themselves because the ammunition was exhausted.  Faced with the situation of running out of ammunition and reinforcements, he knew that he had done his best.

    With more than 300 stragglers composed of newly rescued prisoners of war fighting such a desperate battle, even if the commander was changed, they would not be able to fight better.  With less than a battalion of troops fighting a Japanese regiment armed to the teeth, the time delay of four hours 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 with 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 he had already replaced and loaded the last row of bullets collected from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers.  Listening to the sound of cannons ringing 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 and chief of staff and I went to talk about 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.  Put down the gun and be tortured to death by the devils.¡±

    "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 recorded everything clearly. After putting the notebook back into his bag, he carefully buried it in a crater along with the speed machine that he had already fired out of bullets.

    After doing all this, Wang Xiaoming never said another word.  At this time, the Japanese artillery fire had stopped, and he knew that the Japanese army was about to launch a charge.  He turned around, crouched in a crater, picked up the rifle in his hand and took aim at a Japanese soldier climbing up the mountain in the early morning light.

    Seeing that Wang Xiaoming stopped talking, the other people also stopped their brief remarks, and put 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 already been blasted beyond recognition by the fierce Japanese artillery fire.  The relatively dense vegetation on the mountain had long been wiped away by Japanese artillery fire.  There were blown-up trees and bomb craters everywhere on the mountain, so it was easy to find a single soldier bunker.

    One hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters away, 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.  After quickly emptying the last magazine in his hand, Wang Xiaoming pulled out the last grenade, took off the safety, hit a rock in front of him hard, and then threw it out.  After using up all the ammunition, Wang Xiaoming was the first to stand up with his rifle and was about to rush out.

    Before he could rush out of the crater that served as a temporary bunker with his gun in hand, a strange whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him.  Following this strange whooshing sound, there was a sound coming from the Japanese army positionThere was a dense and violent explosion.

    The Japanese troops who were charging and trying to climb up the mountain also heard intensive gunfire from their flanks.  The Japanese troops who were charging up the mountain were swept away by the sudden and intensive machine gun fire from the flanks. The remaining Japanese troops did not dare to fight and rolled down the mountain.

    Looking at 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 a long time and a whole night, Wang Xiaoming could no longer support his tired body. His mood suddenly relaxed, and he sat down on the edge of the crater, unable to get 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, supported him, and stopped his salute.  Instead, he stood in front of him and his remaining 30 or so stragglers, and gave a standard military salute: "On behalf of the headquarters, I would like to thank you. It is your efforts and sacrifices that enabled us to achieve a complete victory in Sanjiang."  A decisive victory for the region to gain a foothold.¡±

    After saying 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 exciting."

    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 an army behind the Japanese army that is 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 before. I think they must have diverted the Japanese brigade away in order to reduce the pressure on us. They were led by a political instructor from a battalion of the 18th Guannei Group Army, who was also a prisoner of war. Commander  , I request you to send troops to meet 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, you left it to Wang Guangyu's guard squad. "

    "He is a veteran of the Long March who has climbed snow-capped mountains and walked through grass. He has experience in how to cross swamps and knows that walking on grass will be fine. 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 saying 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 that Yang Zhen's tone was somewhat befitting of his position, Zhang Ting's little face felt sad for a while.  He nodded silently, without saying a word, and led a nursing company and these exhausted people down to the position where they paid a heavy price.

    "Watching Wang Xiaoming staggering down the mountain with Zhang Ting's support, his back disappeared on the mountain road.  Yang Zhen turned his head, raised his telescope, and turned his attention to the battlefield below the mountain.

    Yang Zhen, who already 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 commit large forces to counterattack.  In fact, except for a recruit with only more than 2,000 who had not completed training, he had no troops to invest.

    He doesn¡¯t want to put the remaining two thousand recruits in the supplementary regiment, who are only half-assed at best, into this flesh and blood mill.  For the Japanese army that still had more than one regiment, he knew that even if he put all the more than two thousand troops in, it would not help.

    In order to scare these Japanese troops, Yang Zhen concentrated all his artillery fire.  In addition to the field artillery battalion they brought, they even brought a newly formed experimental rocket launcher battalion and a small number of rockets.

    Rather, 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.

    There is no sound of cannons, except for the whooshing sound that fills the sky.  You didn't notice this strange sound until the shell exploded on your head and around you, with a long flame trailing behind your butt, and you didn't know it until it hit your head.It was 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 of this weapon with a relatively large spread area, suffered far more casualties from this weapon that they saw for the first time than the first one who ate it.  Crab's First Division.

    The artillery positions and infantry assembly areas suffered heavy losses under the bombardment of 200 rockets.  A large team gathered on the road, except for the broken limbs and broken arms, almost no one survived.

    Facing 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.  anger.  He knew that they had lost this battle, and it could be said that they lost inexplicably.

    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 that he sent out to wipe out those damn rats also lost contact.  The 104th Division, which had suffered heavy casualties under the recent artillery fire and whose morale had been extremely low, 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 in the strange Beiman Mountains for even one more minute.  Retreating as far away from here as possible became not only his, but also the only thought of all the officers and soldiers of the 104th Division who survived the strange bombardment during that period.

    After handing the deformed submachine gun that had been smashed in his hand to his side, Captain Koga Ryutaro, the captain of the 170th Regiment, looked confused and almost unbelievable when he heard the retreat order issued by him. Then Nishiyama Fukutaro said slowly: "Close the door.  The gunfire on the Zuizi Mountain side has stopped. What greets us is not the 108th Regiment, but the new reinforcements from the 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 three thousand soldiers can defeat the China Army's reorganized division, or even an entire 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 our opponent has and 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-style 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 as powerful as the 150mm howitzer equipped by the Imperial Army? And you?  The firearm in hand has a simple structure but is quite powerful in close combat, which the Imperial Army does not have. "

    ¡®This can only mean that they either have a lot of support from Soviet Russia behind them, 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, and how big the army is now.  "

    "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 is 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 results are difficult to predict. The 104th Division has already decided to return to China next year to recover. Since the military headquarters has  Decide to send us home so that we don¡¯t have to make unnecessary sacrifices.¡±

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