The destruction of Hashimoto Squadron was a huge blow to Hideo Hayata. If the destruction of the artillery squadron was a blow to Hayata, then the subsequent blow was like rubbing salt into its wound, and the destruction of Hashimoto's squadron was another blow to his original wound. Although the fatal effect of this knife was not that strong, it took away the energy and energy of Hayata's team.
The fighting will of the remaining teams was greatly affected. According to Hideo Hayata's own assumptions, his brigade was probably surrounded by one or two divisions in the squadron. The most unbearable thing for him was that the opponent had an artillery unit that made him particularly uncomfortable. As long as his team hesitated or paused for a moment, artillery shells would fall from above and accurately hit his team.
Such a blow hurt morale the most. The Japanese were so bombed that they cried for their fathers and mothers, and more and more soldiers were injured. Not only did it seriously affect the condition of other people, but it also increased the burden of marching.
In order to buy Tintin Maoer and the others time to block the attack, Wen San did not speed up the pursuit, but slowly pressed forward.
The shells shot out by Zheng Xiaoyu's side were also sporadic. The occasional wave of harvest made the Japanese panic, and they would worry at any time that a shell would fall on their heads and take away their lives.
After a pause in fighting, Hayata Hideo's remaining soldiers finally retreated into the range of No. 2 ground again.
Hideo Hayata was a little desperate and found that he didn't even know where to take the remaining Japanese. Whether it was the route to Niujiao Mountain or the route back, it felt inappropriate. But it's even worse to stop where you are, as it will only be eaten away bit by bit by the team pressing up from behind.
Considering that heading towards Ushikaku Mountain, he would be attacked by the defenders' bunkers, Hideo Hayata finally chose to retreat along the original route.
However, before they could retreat into the area of No. 1, fierce gunfire came from the front again. When this wave of attacks came, the already dejected Japs team was even worse. Many Japs fell in this wave of attacks and never had the chance to stand up.
"Come forward and break down their defenses, and we can escape." Hideo Hayata roared angrily, hoping to inspire the Japanese's will and determination to fight with the hope of survival.
It's just that the psychological defense line that has collapsed cannot be re-established so easily. What's more, as soon as the Japanese troops paused, another artillery shell fell from overhead.
The intensity of the bombardment this time was suddenly much higher, and the bombing made the Japanese lose all confidence. No matter where they ran, there were bullets to call them back.
A few hundred Japs may seem like a lot, but under such rapid depletion conditions, the Japs' strength is decreasing at an alarming rate. The two sides had been fighting for less than a quarter of an hour. The number of Japs around Hayata was less than 300, and many of them were wounded, so their combat capabilities were quite weak.
"All ministries launch an all-out general attack and strive to eliminate all the Japs within fifteen minutes." Wen San did not intend to wait any longer.
At this time, the Japs clearly had no fighting spirit, but everyone on his side was like a dragon. They fought with passion and could easily overwhelm their opponents with just their momentum.
Of course, the reason Wen San decided to launch a general offensive was that he was worried that the Japanese would call in air support. If the Japs cannot be killed in a short time, the casualties will only be greater when the Japs' air support arrives.
The two powers are harming each other, whichever is the lesser. If we don't attack now, when will we wait?
As the charge call was given, soldiers from all directions jumped out of their bunkers and rushed towards the area where the Japanese gathered with unswerving steps.
Two to three hundred Japs had no danger to defend, were attacked on many sides, and had low combat effectiveness. How could they stop Wen San's group of tigers descending from the mountain?
The Japanese were taken away one by one by ruthless bullets, and their numbers were reduced at an alarming rate. Hideo Hayata just wanted to send out a final distress signal, but he didn't want even the signal soldiers around him to be shot to death.
When he raised his head and took a closer look, he found that there were only three or two kittens left among the Japanese who could still stand up. When the troops from all over the place were added up, the total number of people was less than a small team. However, the strength of the surrounding troops was many times theirs.
The light machine gun in front was firing wildly, and the remaining soldiers were unable to counterattack at all.
"I lost, I actually lost to the China Army!" Hideo Hayata sighed incompetently. He drew out his command sword, hoping to end his life in this way.
Unfortunately, before he could raise his command knife, a bullet flew over and hit his arm.
Hideo Hayata screamed in pain, and the command knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Then another shot hit its knee, causing the devil to kneel to the ground.
A few minutes later, except for Hideo Hayata, no other Japanese were left alive. Wen San led the team over, looked at the Japanese kneeling on the ground, and spat.
"Battal Commander, this guy is a major. He's a senior official." Wang Mazi looked at Hideo Hayata, still a little excited.
"Cut him and save one bullet from wasting." Wen San didn't care. An officer at the level of Major could no longer arouse much interest.
Wang Mazi was about to take action, but Tintin Maoer pushed him away, "Let me do it! I still need a Japs saber. This major has a similar status."
"Don't worry, wait until I take a photo and send this out. It will definitely deal a big blow to the Japanese army." Fang Mei ran over. He actually held an old-fashioned looking flash camera in his hand.
At that time, this thing was also a rare item. Most people had never seen it, let alone owned it. The Fang family's financial resources are definitely extraordinary, and they are indeed a family of traditional Chinese medicine.
"How did this photo spread?" Wen San looked at the camera in Fang Mei's hand curiously. He also knew that the media would be very damaging to the Japanese if such photos spread.
But he doesn't want to contact those media people, at least at this stage, he doesn't want to be exposed a lot, and then the Japanese will know his movements, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble.
"It's okay. You can give it to the defenders at Niujiao Mountain. They always have the opportunity to contact the media." Fang Mei had already thought of a way.
At the moment when Tintin Cat slashed Hideo Hayata with a knife, Fang Mei took a precious photo, followed by several close-ups of the battlefield.
"Okay, when the photos are developed, they will definitely cause another stir. Maybe the battalion commander will be promoted." Fang Mei playfully clapped the camera in her hand and said excitedly.
"What are the casualties of each department? Have they been counted?" Wen San was more concerned about this issue.
This time the fighting was fiercer, and there were many new soldiers, so the casualties were probably much higher than before.
"The battlefield is still being cleaned. It is estimated that the number of casualties in each company and platoon will be reported once the battlefield is completed." Wang Mazi was responsible for counting these data.
As for the weapons seized on the battlefield, which were not very important, they were too lazy to report them. Just hand it over to Lao Yangtou's logistics department to distribute it to each company.
