At this time...in a dense forest southwest of Nantianmen, a team of more than 2,000 people was quietly hiding here.
They arrived here since noon yesterday and stayed in this humid and sultry forest for a whole day, where two thousand people ate, drank and ate.
In addition to enduring the bites of mosquitoes and poisonous snakes, they also had to endure the torture of time, but everyone gritted their teeth and persisted, because everyone knew that they were the key to winning this battle.
Meng Fan was holding a piece of weed in his mouth boredly and looked at the watch on his wrist. It was 4:15. This shows that the artillery fire on Nantianmen has been going off for more than an hour.
"Come on, don't look at the brothers. Let's get some sleep. It seems like there is no chance tonight."
With that said, Meng Fanxiao hugged his head and went to the ground, ready to stare in confusion for a while. Anyway, according to the original plan, they would not raid the reverse slope until the next day. As for the specific time, they could only wait for the order from the regiment.
It's really terrible. I don't know what the fighting was like on the frontal battlefield. What were the casualties suffered by Chen Jize and the others? He's dead. That grandson must not really die.
"Lao Meng! Lao Meng!"
Just as Meng Fan was thinking wildly, Xing Fuquan ran to him panting.
"The leader just sent a message, let us launch an attack now!"
"sure!?"
Xing Fuquan said angrily: "Not sure I can be so excited?"
After hearing this, Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, and then ordered to the left and right: "Immediately contact the investigation team in front and ask them to report the situation. Each unit immediately checked the equipment and cheered up. It's our turn!"
"clear!"
The order was issued, and the soldiers of the first and second battalions took action quickly. In order to always pay attention to the situation of the Japanese, Meng Fangliao specially arranged two squads to conduct reconnaissance and warning 2 kilometers in front of them.
The frontal defense line was fought so fiercely that the Japanese army had already set all their eyes on that side.
Several of Takeuchi's troops suffered heavy casualties, and he had to devote his rear reserves to the frontal battlefield. The only garrison left on the reverse slope was two full squadrons and the remnants of the Fifth Battalion, which was almost wiped out.
Originally, there were nearly 2,000 people in this area, but yesterday, after being beaten by Long Wenwen and American napalm bombs were poured on them, the slope was devastated.
…
On the position, a Japanese soldier standing guard quietly leaned on a sandbag and looked into the distance. Sweat kept falling from his head. It was not because of the hot weather, but because of the pain in the wound on his arm.
"Shangshu, are your injuries okay?"
An officer who looked like a major came up from behind. He was staring at his gauze-wrapped arm and asked pretending to be concerned.
"Hey! Squadron Leader, my injury is fine and it won't affect the rest of the battle."
Shang Shu quickly stood up and stood at attention and agreed. No matter how painful it was, he had to salute with his right hand that was burned by the gasoline bomb.
He watched with his own eyes as the squadron leader shot two wounded comrades to death with a pistol, just because the two men were too seriously injured to pick up the gun and continue fighting. Instead of dragging others down, it would be better to end their pain as soon as possible. They don’t have enough medicine to treat them, and there are no extra manpower to take care of them.
The squadron leader nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left without saying anything more. He would continue to inspect the situation of the troops.
When the Japanese go crazy, they are equally ruthless to their own people. Among the more than 700 soldiers left on the reverse slope, there are still many lightly wounded, but there are no lightly wounded or seriously wounded in the Takeuchi Regiment today. Concept, there are only soldiers who can fight and those who cannot.
Seeing that the squadron leader had left, Shangshu breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back at the mountain where the artillery fire was roaring. He heard that the fighting on the front line was fierce, and they might be transferred there soon.
Do you still have a chance to see your parents in your hometown alive? When he thought of this, his heart was filled with sadness, and two tears flowed down unconsciously.
At this moment, a group of Japanese soldiers suddenly emerged from the woods not far away. They swaggered toward the position with guns on their backs.
"Nani? Who are you?" Shang Shu quickly wiped away the tears on his face and asked the other party warily.
"I am a 々はパトロールだ! (We are from the patrol team)" the group of Japanese soldiers replied immediately.
Patrol? It seemed that no patrol team was passing by him, and the other party's accent was a bit strange. Shang Shu asked again worriedly: "Which unit are you from? Password!"
The "Japanese soldier" in the front row's eyes narrowed. He remembered this sentence when the regiment leader taught Japanese. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't deceive this little devil. He could only lower his head and walk forward quickly.
"Baga! Stop!" Shangshu immediately raised his rifle, and his shout also attracted the attention of more Japanese nearby.
"Bang!"
The soldier at the head of the platoon made a quick decision, pulled out his pistol and shot Shang Shu. This was like a signal, and the soldiers behind immediately threw out the grenades they had already held in their hands.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Fight in!"
This group of Sichuan Army soldiers disguised as Japanese soldiers rushed into the trenches with lightning speed and used their weapons to shoot mercilessly at the little Japanese who reacted.
"The machine gun is set up, and the grenade is ready! Give me a hard greeting!"
"Tskttttttttttttttttttttttttts...!"
The machine gunner quickly set up the mg3 and frantically suppressed the Japanese in front. The soldiers threw away all the grenades on their bodies and cleared out the little Japs in the corner of the position as quickly as possible.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Enemy attack!"
The squadron leader's shrill cry rang out in the chaos. Many Japanese soldiers reacted, but it was already too late! Countless Chinese soldiers suddenly appeared in the woods diagonally in front of them.
"Rush!!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang... bang bang..."
"Boom boom boom!"
The murderous soldiers of the Dichuan Army shouted and charged forward, and the mortars from the rear began to support. The shells exploded in the back of the Little Japanese position, suppressing their late counterattack.
More and more soldiers rushed in from the opened gap, and the squadron leader was also blown to pieces under the bombardment of artillery shells. The Japanese could no longer stop the first battalion's surprise attack!
…
In the headquarters of the Japanese army's main fortress, Takeuchi was looking at the battle damage reports handed over by officers from various departments with a sad face. It was really hard to imagine that the Chinese people's combat effectiveness was so tenacious.
Sigh... Takeuchi rubbed his temples with a headache. He hadn't closed his eyes all night. Reports from the front line were constantly sent to him, all of which were a series of eye-catching casualty figures.
The battle lasted almost a night, but despite such a crazy attack by our own army, we were unable to break into the opponent's position. Instead, we lost countless troops.
Although the Chinese people on the opposite side were not having a hard time, and conservatively estimated that they now had more than 2,000 combat casualties, this battle loss ratio was far from his earliest expectations.
"Captain! It's bad!"
At this time, Chief of Staff Yoshino ran in from the door in a panic. Because he was so anxious, he tripped over the box under his feet and almost fell over.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Takeuchi asked hurriedly, frowning.
In his impression, Yoshino, who had always been calm, had never been so out of his mind, and the latter's reaction gave him a sudden bad feeling.
"Behind...behind...a Chinese army suddenly appeared on the reverse slope. They have occupied the first line of defense!"
"Nani!!!"
Takeuchi felt his vision go dark, and his body fell straight backwards. His consciousness was instantly swallowed up by the panic in his heart...
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