The Gaoji people were a little anxious and immediately asked Liao Mingyu. Wouldn't he come all the way to be left on the bench?
Liao Mingyu set up his headquarters in a mountain depression 3 kilometers away from the front line. There happened to be a hill here as a shield to withstand the Japanese shelling. Being closer to the front line, he could also learn about the situation on the battlefield at the first time.
At this moment, he was in the command tent, discussing the layout of the front line with Fang Jingyao.
"Brother Fang, the first regiment should still move closer. Hiding behind Highland 233 is not very useful."
"You mean to ask them to protect the open space to the right?" Fang Jingyao asked.
"No, not to the right, but to the left. Go from the Third Regiment and use the woods as cover to bypass the rear." Liao Mingyu pointed at the map and said seriously.
"But if you do this, the right wing of the second regiment will lose its cover. Should the engineering regiment come up to take the place of the first regiment?" Fang Jingyao asked with confusion on his face.
"No, the Engineer Regiment doesn't need to move. Just move the light infantry battalion of the 200 Division behind the Second Regiment and expose the open space for them to drill through."
Liao Mingyu stared at the improvised simple sand table in front of him, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
"Well, let's do it! Inform Long Wenwen that a group of heavy-armed and lightly-armed simple followers will bypass the woods and advance westward!"
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Fang Jingyao looked solemn and quickly thought about the direction of the battle in his mind. Did Liao Mingyu do this to lure the enemy deeper?
"Brother Liao, there's a fight on the front line, why are we putting our 200 divisions behind?"
Before Fang Jingyao could ask any questions, the anxious Gaoji opened the curtain and walked in from the outside, questioning him bluntly.
"Brother Gao, you are here just in time. Let your light infantry regiment go to Highland 233 immediately and be on standby." Liao Mingyu raised his head and ordered without doubt.
"Light Infantry?"
The Gaoji man didn't understand, and he didn't think much about it because of his straightforward temper. He immediately put forward what he meant: "Well, those two chariot regiments have been ready for a long time. I'll send the light infantry regiment there if you need it. Why don't we just let them go and run over the little devil in one go!"
Looking at the Gaoji people who looked like they were asking for help, Liao Mingyu was a little helpless, but he still patiently explained to him:
"Brother Gao, don't worry yet. I have a lot of use for the main armored force of the 200 Division, but I shouldn't put it into the battlefield so early. Don't worry, I guarantee you will be able to kill them all!"
"Then tell me first, what do you want us to do next?" Unexpectedly, the Gaoji people were not willing to give up, and insisted on breaking the casserole and asking the end.
Liao Mingyu shook his head helplessly, led him to the sand table, and explained to him the subsequent arrangements and scheduling.
The purpose of quietly transferring the first regiment was to detour to the enemy's side and rear to find fighter planes. Even if the Japanese army saw through it, it would be able to contain them.
In Liao Mingyu's view, the second and third regiments on the frontal defense line are enough, but it is better for the tank and armor units to be concentrated and used in large scale. The reason why the 200 Division is temporarily put on hold is for this reason, because it is not yet when.
In such a large-scale offensive and defensive battle, it is easy to defeat but difficult to annihilate.
Defeating the 18th Division is very simple. You only need to use full frontal firepower. In less than 3 days, it will be impossible for the Japs to withstand the combined attack of the Honorable Third Division and the 200th Division. But if you want to completely annihilate the 18th Division or It is very difficult to hit them hard.
As long as the Japanese commander is not stupid and sees that the situation is not good, he can retreat westward and retreat to the mountains and forests to the west to fight with Liao Mingyu and the others.
If they lose their dominance on the battlefield and rashly engage in jungle warfare with the Japanese, the risk will be too high.
After all, tanks and combat vehicles cannot drive into dense woods, and the heavy firepower that the Third Division is proud of cannot be deployed. When the supply line is stretched, it is very likely that the enemy will cut off the retreat.
The most important thing is that Liao Mingyu didn't want to just passively defend. His ultimate goal was to eat this executioner army that had a blood feud with China.
The Gaoji people's eyes slowly fell on the open land next to Highland 233.
It is the gentlest place in Mangshi, with almost no obstacles or hillsides to block it. If the little devils attack from here, they can go straight in.
"Huh? Why aren't troops stationed at such an important position?" The Gaoji people said they didn't understand. Originally, he had a regiment of Rong's Third Division guarding the side to protect the place from worries, but he insisted on moving it away. I don't know. What does it mean?
"Haha, the secret must not be leaked. Brother Gao will naturally know it by then. But for now... let's gather all our armored forces together. I will be of great use later!"
Liao Mingyu preached confidently, and there was no emotion or anger in his deep eyes. At this moment, no one knew what kind of arrangements he had.
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"First battalion commander, arrange for people to carry the injured brother down first, organize the equipment and withdraw it to the reverse slope. The next wave of artillery bombardment by the little devil is coming!"
On the main position of Highland 233, the second Japanese attack was easily repelled by the soldiers of the Second Regiment. Before everyone could take a breath, Fan Xiangwu, who had just recovered from his serious injury, commanded the troops to start withdrawing from the position.
During the Battle of Nantianmen, he was seriously injured by a suicide attack by a Jaap. After being rescued by Li Lei, he managed to save his life. After a period of recovery, he returned to the battlefield.
Touching his still aching abdomen, Fan Xiangwu felt resentful. These were scars left in that battle. Two fingers of his left hand were blown off, and half a meter of his intestines were amputated.
"Boom...Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sharp sound of shelling interrupted his contemplation, and a new round of Japanese shelling began again.
"Quickly retreat! Don't stay where you are and move quickly!"
The shells blasted up hot soil and poured it on everyone's heads in the trenches like a goddess scattering flowers. From time to time, one or two rounds blew a few unlucky ones to pieces.
The soldiers did not dare to stay, and quickly withdrew from the three communication trenches to the reverse slope carrying weapons and ammunition.
"Bah! Ouch... the feeling of hail falling above my head is so damn unpleasant."
After finally retreating back, Fan Xiangwu sat down on the ground. The feeling of being dominated by enemy fire was terrifying. It had been a long time since he had experienced this kind of treatment.
"Deputy commander, why don't our artillery fight back? How can we just let the little devils show off there." A soldier next to him asked angrily.
After fighting for a whole morning, the soldiers clearly felt that this group of little devils was not simple. Their charges were sharp and their cooperation was quite tacit. The interval between two attacks was very short, leaving no time for breathing.
If the firepower of the soldiers' individual weapons were not strong enough, coupled with the continuous output of dozens of mortars at the company and battalion levels, it would be really difficult to repel the enemy's attack.
"What's wrong? You can't hold it anymore? Didn't we still fire in the past when we didn't have so many cannons?"
Fan Xiangwu shook the sand from the heel of his neck and joked: "Silly boy, didn't you see that the Japanese were probing attacks twice? They didn't even use their full strength, so why should we reveal all our wealth?"
"But…"
"Okay, okay, but what? Of course, the attendant has his own arrangements. You guys should hurry up and replenish the ammunition and take the time to rest. You have to go to the front later."
Having said that, the current situation is unsettling. The artillery regiment has not even farted so far in the battle, and even the mountain artillery battalion at the regiment headquarters has not made a sound.
Not knowing what Shen Zuo wanted to do, Fan Xiangwu simply stopped thinking about it. Fortunately, their
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