"One platoon? What can such a small number of people do? I'm afraid the Japanese will be gone in one shelling." The colonel muttered with disdain.
The expressions of the division commander and regiment leader Gao suddenly turned dark. Is this what they were saying?
Isn’t our Sichuan Army an anti-Japanese revolutionary team? Is it for your regular army to block the enemy's artillery holes? !
"I'm just a person like you. If you want me to love you, don't get out!" The teacher's anger also grew. The 26th Division has tried its best to reach this point. Not only did he successfully complete the preset combat mission, but he also gave the Japanese a head-on blow. Now that his family fortune has been wiped out, he is despised by others.
Who doesn't feel angry?
Everyone knows very well how they are treated here, whether they need equipment or not, whether they need military sound or not, and they are not regarded as the main combat force at all. As a result, not only were they at the forefront, but they were also facing the most elite divisions of the Japanese, which caused such huge casualties.
That's all. Although there are many people in the Sichuan Army who are jumping up and down, but when it is time to fight, there is no ambiguity, and they all wear their old shells on their belts. Sometimes the fighting lasted for several days and nights, and we didn't even get anything to eat, so we had to drag the corpses of the Japanese to eat the meat.
When the remaining troops retreated, they still did not receive any supplies. If some patriots hadn't donated some supplies, I would probably not have a bite to eat now.
It can be said that everyone was holding a breath in their hearts, but in the end they vented their anger on the Japanese.
The whole division has been beaten like this. Normally, it can only be withdrawn and reorganized, waiting for the replenishment of soldiers and training of the whole division before it can be mobilized to the battlefield again. As a result, before the remaining troops here were completely gathered, the vanguard came to ask for people. Forget about asking for help, but still use it to block the enemy's artillery fire. Is this something that humans can do?
"Okay, one platoon at a time, move quickly." When the colonel saw that the division commander was angry, he could only do the next best thing.
All they need is a blocking point. Having more troops is of course better, as it can attract more enemy firepower and give them a good chance to retreat. Having a small number of people can also play a certain role, but it is much better than having no one at all.
"Xiao Gao, which one do you think is better to send?" The division commander glanced at the busy soldiers and frowned again.
There are really not many soldiers left who can go to the battlefield.
"Five people have just returned from Lao Jie's side, and the leader is the platoon leader. They are in good spirits. Let's add more people and send them out." Captain Gao was also heartbroken. He actually wanted to collect these people. His own subordinates.
"Anyone from the 152nd Regiment is back? Call them to see me immediately." The division commander was moved. He placed this regiment in the most critical position and suffered the most brutal defeat.
I originally thought that the whole group was sacrificed, but I didn't expect that there were only a few people left in the end.
Over at the temporary fire room, Wen San and others were holding noodles and a bowl of vegetable soup with clear soup but little water in front of them. Everyone squeaked when they ate, it was called a delicious meal.
I haven't eaten anything seriously in many days.
"Old Yangtou, your vegetable soup doesn't have any oil, just add two sea peppers to make it taste better." Fatty complained while eating.
"Guri's mouth is so picky. You still want to eat sea peppers and twice-cooked pork? I offend you, the immortal..." Fireman Lao Yangtou suddenly let out a string of laughter and curses.
"Hey... don't brag. When it comes to twice-cooked pork, I have to hang it in my mouth to clear my mouth. I don't know how long it took me to eat it." Lao Wan also sighed.
Sichuan people are absolutely fond of twice-cooked pork.
"Sunta Immortal Banban, if the little devils don't stay in everyone's house, they will come to our land to burn, kill and loot. Each one of them should be killed with a thousand cuts..."
Tintin Maoer also scolded him, sending a series of affectionate greetings to the eighteenth generation of the Japanese ancestors.
"Are you from the 152nd Regiment? The master is looking for you." A soldier ran to the fire room and shouted.
Wen San and others who were devouring their food were quickly called over. Seeing that the division commander and regiment commander were there, he quickly gave a military salute. However, each of them held unfinished noodles in their hands. This military salute was a bit inappropriate and they really made a fool of themselves.
A certain colonel saw it with a look of disdain on his face.
"Who is the platoon leader?" The division commander did not look disgusted with them. Instead, he looked at everyone with a gentle look on his face.
"Reporting to the division commander, I am Wen Youcai, commander of the second platoon of the third company of the first battalion of the 152nd Regiment. I was promoted from the front line by our battalion commander." Wen San reported quickly. He was worried that the division commander was suspicious, so he also told the battalion commander about his promotion.
In fact, such a thing is not surprising at all. The more difficult the battlefield, the more likely it is that the firing line will be promoted. If the battalion commander dies, the company commander will become the leader, and if the company commander dies, the platoon leader will become the leader. Even a small soldier may become a company commander or even a higher official in one battle.
"Very good! You are all doing a good job, and you did not disgrace the commander!" The division commander praised, then changed the subject and said, "Now I will give you a new combat mission. Do you have the courage to take it on?"
"Promise to complete the mission!" Wen San shouted forcefully.
How can a soldier be afraid of war? After traveling thousands of miles, aren’t we just here to fight the Japanese?
"Go and pick some people for him, make up 20 people. In addition, give them all the weapons they can use." The division commander said decisively. After speaking, he reached out and patted Wen San on the shoulder, turned around and left.
He really didn't want to see these brothers take bullets for others. Military orders were hard to disobey.
Normally, a platoon must have more than 20 troops. But at present, the remaining troops are basically wounded soldiers. Among these 20 people, many are probably still injured.
These people are all the seeds of the 26th Division. This order was like cutting off flesh on his own body. The division commander didn't want to see them go out to fight, and felt uncomfortable.
Captain Gao understood the division commander's mood at the moment. He quickly transferred people over and assembled a shrinking platoon of 20 people.
What surprised Wen San and others was that the cook, Old Yangtou, was actually called over, carrying a black pot on his back, which made people couldn't help but take a second look.
There are really few soldiers left in the remnants of the 26th Division who can fight.
Fortunately, we finally got the guns together and everyone has them. There are not many bullets, each person has a base number, and there are 15 grenades in total, which is not enough for each person. Fortunately, it is also equipped with a light machine gun with 100 rounds of ammunition; if it fires continuously, it will be exhausted in two minutes at most.
This is almost all the existing assets of the 26th Division.
The remaining people will evacuate soon, and there will be basically no need for these equipment.
Erniu finally got a Hanyang-made one. The treasure was like a married woman. He stroked it gently, with stars in his eyes. That broken gun that couldn't be fired could finally be put down.
The equipment and personnel were all present, but before Wen San could say a few words of encouragement to everyone, he was taken away by the colonel.
The colonel was leading the way in the car, and they were chasing after them. The formation was not neat, and they were all panting heavily, barely able to keep up with the car in front.
About half an hour later, the colonel's jeep finally stopped in front of a hidden tent. He ignored Wen San and others and went straight into the tent.
When Wen San's team arrived, a battalion commander was already waiting for them.
After another round of rapid march, we finally heard the roar of huge artillery fire in the distance.
"Your task is to guard the mountain road in front of you for four hours. Don't let a Japanese come across this road." The battalion commander pointed to a small hill and issued combat orders to Wen San and others before they reached the place.
