A second lieutenant rushed over with a solemn face and a very nervous expression. When he saw the squadron leader, he said with fear: "Captain..."
"The stronghold was attacked by five heavy mortars. The enemy must want to take over the stronghold. What should we do?"
"Two things?" Although the squadron leader was panicking, he knew he couldn't mess up, so he forced himself to stay calm and said seriously.
"The first thing: all the troops stationed in the stronghold should enter the position, block the enemy's attacking troops at all costs, and defend the stronghold."
"The second thing: send someone to break out of the stronghold, report the news of our attack to our superiors, and request reinforcements."
"The enemy will cut off all contact with the outside world if they take action. They definitely don't want their superiors to know about the attack on us."
"Then we can't let their conspiracy succeed..."
The second lieutenant seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw in despair. The panic expression on his face was immediately replaced by calmness, and he loudly received the order: "I'll make arrangements now..."
After a while, seven or eight little Japs slipped out of the back door of the stronghold and quickly left the stronghold under the cover of darkness.
"Da da da……"
Two machine gun flames appeared in front of the Japanese at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. The bullets fired happened to cover them in cross flames, and gunshots rang out on the battlefield at the same time.
"Baga, the enemy has an ambush..."
Most of the eight little devils fell down in an instant, and the surviving little devils lay down and cursed.
He turned around and ran back, trying to get back to the base.
They had a clear view around them, and there wasn't even a hiding place.
The longer you stay here, the greater the chance of being hit by a bullet.
Although the stronghold may be captured by the Eighth Route Army, at least it has a hiding place, which is better than staying outside and being a living target.
These eight little devils were arranged by the second lieutenant team leader. He hid in a small turret next to the back door of the stronghold, watching their every move through the shooting port, and at the same time praying in his heart that they would not encounter the enemy and successfully fight their way out of the stronghold.
the more you hope, the harder you fall.
The flames of two machine guns instantly shattered the team leader's dream of spreading the news.
Seeing the eight subordinates being named by the enemy in the dark like living targets, the hatred in my heart cannot be described in words.
He punched the wall of the turret and said viciously: "What a cunning enemy..."
"An ambush was actually arranged at the back door of the stronghold."
"It's true as the squadron leader said, they want to annihilate us here silently."
After scolding, he ordered to Commander Cao on the side: "I leave this place to you, hold the position at all costs."
"I'll go check out the other lines of defense."
"We must find a way to send people to send out the news of the attack on the stronghold, and we cannot let the enemy's conspiracy succeed."
When the Japanese team leader was trying his best to spread the news, the five heavy mortars had already adjusted their new firing points.
"Rumble..."
A thunderous explosion soon sounded at the main entrance of the stronghold.
Fires shot into the sky, smoke filled the air, and a bunker was instantly blown into ruins.
"Rumble..."
The bombardment continued, and more and more machine gun bunkers and gun towers were destroyed in the explosion.
Even if the blockhouses were too strong and did not appear to have suffered any damage on the surface, the powerful shock wave still killed and injured the Japanese and puppet troops hiding in the blockhouses...
"Squadron leader... the enemy's heavy artillery is too powerful. The turrets and bunkers at the main entrance of the stronghold were almost blown up." A messenger ran to the squadron leader with a sad face and reported.
Because just now he himself was almost killed by a cannonball.
"Where is our artillery? Why don't you fight back?" the squadron leader said with a desperate look.
Heavy mortars are so powerful that their powerful shock waves can kill all living creatures within a dozen meters around the impact point. Unless the opponent's heavy mortars are destroyed from a long distance, the enemy can capture the stronghold with just shells.
The messenger's face became increasingly ugly, and he hesitated: "The artillery team was struck by a heavy artillery shell just as they set up the mortar..."
"More than a dozen gunners were killed or wounded."
"Although the mortar was not damaged, no one in the army knows how to use it?"
"Nani..." The squadron leader's last hope of holding the stronghold was instantly shattered.
He now only hopes that his subordinates who ask for help from their superiors can break out of the stronghold, so that he still has a chance of survival, otherwise everyone will be wiped out in the stronghold.
"Sir...the enemy has begun to attack..." Another messenger ran towards him in a hurry.
"They are the Eighth Route Army. At least one of them is heading towards the gate... We have suffered heavy casualties and can hardly stand it any longer. Can we ask for reinforcements?"
"All reserves are participating in the battle, and the enemy must be kept out of the stronghold." The squadron leader ordered through gritted teeth.
This was the only unit he had in hand. He originally planned to wait for the other units to defend for an hour or two before joining the battle. However, the troops defending the main entrance were defeated in less than ten minutes, forcing him to let them join the battle in advance.
But in this way, the time that the stronghold can be held will definitely be greatly shortened.
Even if one of his subordinates managed to break out of the stronghold to spread the news, he would not be able to wait for reinforcements.
The squadron leader pulled out his command knife with a "shua..." sound and strode out of the room, giving orders with an expression of gritted teeth.
"The stronghold cannot be defended, and reinforcements cannot wait. We have no choice but to fight with the Eighth Route Army."
"All the soldiers who can still move will follow me to the battlefield. Those who can't move will be given a grenade each and fight to the end."
The squadron leader's determination to fight to the death did not change the outcome of the stronghold being breached by the quick reaction battalion.
Twenty minutes later, the special group successfully passed through Tainan Ditch.
At 5:30 in the morning, the convoy dispersed and lurked in green gauze tents, groves, ravines, and even abandoned villages on the roadside.
By six o'clock in the morning, the special regiment was no longer visible on the road to Taiyuan.
Even the ruts were completely trampled by the accompanying cavalry.
If the Japanese investigated carefully, they would only be able to find an Eighth Route Army cavalry passing through several strongholds, and it would be difficult to find signs of a special regiment marching.
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The checkpoints and strongholds captured by the assault company and quick reaction battalion overnight belonged to several counties and were managed by several garrison commanders.
After nine o'clock in the morning, news of attacks on checkpoints and strongholds gradually reached various garrison headquarters.
For those garrison headquarters responsible for the level.
The checkpoint was breached, and only a dozen imperial troops were lost. Dozens of imperial alliance troops were not taken seriously by them at all.
The traces of the special regiment's march through the checkpoint were artificially erased. The headquarters was regarded as a checkpoint and was targeted by local guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army. It was attacked and the entire garrison at the checkpoint was destroyed.
In addition, the local Eighth Route Army did add a lot of equipment and ammunition, which further confirmed the Japanese army's judgment, so they did not report it to the superiors.
In the end, only the news of the attack on the Tainangou stronghold was reported to the Japanese North China Front Headquarters.
However, because only one reinforced squadron of the Imperial Army was lost, and no signs of the main force of the Eighth Route Army were found around the stronghold, the combat staff classified the battle report as unimportant after just one glance.
This type of information basically never reaches Neji Okamura and will be sent to the archives for preparation.
