A sense of powerlessness deeply stimulated him. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.
Meng Fanglia looked up at the dark night sky. This was only the first day. If the reinforcements could not arrive, the consequences would be disastrous.
…
On the battlefield, Bu La huddled in the trench tunnel, staring blankly at a half-wet cigarette in his hand. This was handed to him by the veteran during the day. Now he still vaguely remembers the soldier's honest smile in his mind, but in the end he Not even a complete body was left.
"Oh, you housewife, Xiao Dongyang who suffered a thousand blows." Bula cursed secretly, took out a match with trembling hands and lit the cigarette, and sighed heavily from his mouth.
"Everyone who smokes is hiding in the ditch and smoking. Don't show up! Don't be a target for Xiao Dongyang."
In fact, smoking is not allowed in the forward positions at night, but now everyone is facing a lot of pressure, and it does not stop them even if it is not spicy. After all, cigarettes are the only thing that can relieve stress on the battlefield. A sense of powerlessness deeply stimulated him. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.
Meng Fanglia looked up at the dark night sky. This was only the first day. If the reinforcements could not arrive, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Young maknae, send out a few more secret sentries and use your best tactics to prevent Xiao Dongyang from sneaking up on you." Bula called over a company commander and gave the order seriously.
"I know the battalion commander, I'll make arrangements right away." The youngest nodded and ran out immediately.
Because a company was transferred by Long Wenwen, their strength here is only more than 900 people. In addition to the losses during the day, there are only about 600 people left on the position.
It would be dangerous if the Japanese army knew their details and launched an endless wave of attacks just like they did during the day. It would be difficult for people to deal with it calmly.
If it weren't for the burst of firepower during the day that made the little Japs a little wary, and with the desperate attitude of the Japanese commander opposite, the Shuangfeng Mountain position would have changed hands by now.
However, even this situation has taken a turn for the worse. The reserve ammunition is already seriously insufficient. The mortars no longer dare to fire so recklessly. The battle situation will only become more and more difficult.
Taking advantage of the truce at night, Meng Fanglia sent people to move out a large number of rifles from the Japanese warehouse. Many soldiers had even used the Japanese rifles.
Bu La took a look at the bullet bag on his chest. Counting the Thomson's magazine in his hand, he had less than 60 submachine gun bullets left, and it only took a few minutes for him to start shooting.
Helpless, Bu La just picked a Type 38 from the pile of firearms and carried it on his back, and also grabbed some 6.8 ammunition for emergencies.
If everyone switches to Japanese equipment, maybe it can last for a while.
"Gu...Gu...Gu, Gu Gu"
Just as he was thinking wildly, several "bird calls" suddenly came from outside the position. They were learning the way of sound transmission from the little devils. Three long and two short meant there was danger ahead!
All the soldiers standing at the front of the position became alert. No one spoke at this moment. Everyone just leaned on the sandbags silently and started wielding their weapons.
Bu La's eyes narrowed and he winked at the youngest who was not far away.
The latter understood, took out an American-made M7 grenade launcher from his body, and quickly loaded a flare into it.
"call out……"
With a scream, the flare slowly rose into the sky with a dazzling dark red flame, and the ground ahead was instantly bright as day.
Everyone took a closer look, and in front of the position, except for the few silent sentries lying motionless on the ground, dozens of Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared sixty or seventy meters away, quietly crawling on the ground and groping forward, in the light of the flares. Their movements are extremely clear.
"The bastard is really here to touch the camp!"
Bu La immediately raised the rifle in his hand, pointed the sight forward and shouted: "Hit me!"
It was impossible for a team of more than 3,000 people to march on the road. Ayi divided the troops into three parts. He personally led the battalion with the strongest combat effectiveness to take the lead and rushed towards Lashio in the heavy rain.
The cold rain made the soldiers soaked to the skin, and even their shoes were filled with stagnant water. It was very uncomfortable to walk, but they gritted their teeth and persisted without complaining, because everyone knew how big the mission of this trip was. severe.
The dirt road became muddy due to the heavy rain. In order not to be affected by the mud in the low-lying areas, the entire engineering regiment moved forward on the gentle slopes on both sides of the road. Although it was not easy to walk, it was better than a dirt road with a mud pit. .
"Ah... Ouch!"
A soldier in the team who was carrying an ammunition box slipped and accidentally fell to the ground, making close contact with the ground.
Ignoring the mud and water all over his body, he quickly stood up with difficulty and tried to pick up the ammunition box that fell on the ground. Perhaps he was too anxious to stand still, and was knocked down by the slippery mud.
Just as he was about to be thrown to pieces, a hand quickly reached out to hold him up. The soldier turned his head and exclaimed: "Thank you... eh, regiment... captain?"
"Be careful and stand still."
"Yes!" Unexpectedly, it was the group leader, and the soldier was immediately excited.
Ah Yi warned, his resolute face still had the usual evasion and lack of confidence. He stood in the center of the team, raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone, work harder, try to reach Lashio tomorrow morning, a group of people Brothers are still waiting for us!"
"yes!"
"I understand, Captain!"
The soldiers agreed one after another, and their pace couldn't help but speed up a bit.
Most of the soldiers in the Engineer Regiment are composed of the supplementary regiment that came later. Almost all of them are Sichuanese. They are a serious Sichuan Army team. Although they lack training and their military quality is generally low, they are absolutely outstanding in terms of hard work and endurance. Nothing to say.
In the evening, the heavy rain finally subsided. After an afternoon of rapid march, the leading part of the engineering regiment had walked nearly 50 kilometers. Ayi decided to rest on the spot and take the time to eat and replenish his strength so that he could continue on the road. If he kept going at this speed, he would be late. We will arrive in Lashio at noon tomorrow.
Night gradually fell and the sky gradually darkened. The soldiers leaned together to eat the cans in their hands, or spread out moisture-proof mats and lay down on the spot to rest.
Although it is not as good as the three main regiments in terms of weapons, the auxiliary equipment of the Engineer Corps is quite powerful. Each soldier has a combat backpack. In addition to ammunition and food, it also contains a variety of combat supplies, mainly for the convenience of them. Pave roads, build bridges and station yourself in various environments.
Except for the soldiers standing guard, most people fell asleep. After all, everyone was exhausted after traveling for most of the day.
But at this time, Ayi couldn't sleep at all. He turned on the flashlight and looked at the map attentively, and was still racking his brains to plan the subsequent march route.
Marching at night is very difficult and risky, but if we don't hurry up, we may not be able to arrive tomorrow. This dilemma makes Ayi a little embarrassed.
"Ayi, you've been gone all day, why don't you take a break." At this time, the deputy captain came to his side and sighed to persuade him. Looking at his old comrade who had been angry all day, he felt the same way.
"Sigh... I don't know what to do with them."
As an old brother who first came out of the shelter, Sichuan Bing Dakui can be said to be the most low-key among the original batch of cannon fodder, and he is also a relatively reliable person, so Liao Mingyu let him serve as a deputy assistant in the Engineer Corps. A translation.
"Two hours later, Ara continued to move along the road. Slow down and there is nothing to delay. Even if it is a 30-kilometer walk at night, it will be fine."
"Are you still leaving? I'm afraid those kids won't be able to bear it any longer, so I'd better let them sleep more." Dakui couldn't help but look at the snoring soldiers around him.
"We don't have time to report. The longer we delay, the more dangerous they will be. You know how to attack." Ayi shook his head and surprisingly firmed up his thoughts: "That's it. Let the order be passed down to each battalion and each company. Be ready, we will all set off in two hours."
In the end, Ayi decided not to waste time and moved on, but what he didn't know was that there was a troop running towards them on the way forward.
…
At this moment, on the Lashio Shuangfeng Mountain position...
A regiment of soldiers who had been fighting fiercely all day also took the time to rest and recuperate. The casualties during the day were counted. More than 260 people were killed in the first and second battalions stationed on Shuangfeng Mountain, and 48 were seriously injured. Most of them died in the battle. Under bombardment by the Japanese army.
The remaining nearly two hundred lightly wounded soldiers were not included, because they would continue to fight in the following battle after being simply bandaged.
Including the wounded soldiers in front, a total of more than 300 wounded were arranged to the Japanese military camp and were treated and cared for by the regiment health company.
"Ahhh!!"
"It hurts! Help...save me."
"He can't be saved. Give him a shot of morphine!"
Meng Fanlai silently came to the military camp. Before he walked in, he could hear the screams inside. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of disinfectant slowly wafted out. The situation faced by those seriously injured was even more difficult than on the battlefield. with pain.
On the front line where there is a shortage of medical treatment and medicine, they can only be given the most basic medical treatment. Those soldiers whose limbs are blown off or whose internal organs are injured will basically not survive the night. Hemorrhagic shock has become the most fatal death because there is no way to treat them. During surgeries and blood transfusions, there is really nothing the medical soldiers can do except disinfect and stop bleeding.
More and more corpses covered with cloth were carried out, and the archivist responsible for recording struggled to cross out each name on the roster, marking the loss of each life.
Meng Fan already regretted it before he even entered the camp. His fingers were sunk deep into his palms. His heart seemed to twitch deeply at this moment. Even though he had become the leader of the group now, he still could not face his subordinates calmly. Many soldiers died.
A sense of powerlessness deeply stimulated him. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.
Meng Fanglia looked up at the dark night sky. This was only the first day. If the reinforcements could not arrive, the consequences would be disastrous.
…
On the battlefield, Bu La huddled in the trench tunnel, staring blankly at a half-wet cigarette in his hand. This was handed to him by the veteran during the day. Now he still vaguely remembers the soldier's honest smile in his mind, but in the end he Not even a complete body was left.
"Oh, you housewife, Xiao Dongyang who suffered a thousand blows." Bula cursed secretly, took out a match with trembling hands and lit the cigarette, and sighed heavily from his mouth.
"Everyone who smokes is hiding in the ditch and smoking. Don't show up! Don't be a target for Xiao Dongyang."
In fact, smoking is not allowed in the forward positions at night, but now everyone is facing a lot of pressure, and it does not stop them even if it is not spicy. After all, cigarettes are the only thing that can relieve stress on the battlefield.
"Young maknae, send out a few more secret sentries and use your best tactics to prevent Xiao Dongyang from sneaking up on you." Bula called over a company commander and gave the order seriously.
"I know the battalion commander, I'll make arrangements right away." The youngest nodded and ran out immediately.
Because a company was transferred by Long Wenwen, their strength here is only more than 900 people. In addition to the losses during the day, there are only about 600 people left on the position.
It would be dangerous if the Japanese army knew their details and launched an endless wave of attacks just like they did during the day. It would be difficult for people to deal with it calmly.
If it weren't for the burst of firepower during the day that made the little Japs a little wary, and with the desperate attitude of the Japanese commander opposite, the Shuangfeng Mountain position would have changed hands by now.
However, even this situation has taken a turn for the worse. The reserve ammunition is already seriously insufficient. The mortars no longer dare to fire so recklessly. The battle situation will only become more and more difficult.
Taking advantage of the truce at night, Meng Fanglia sent people to move out a large number of rifles from the Japanese warehouse. Many soldiers had even used the Japanese rifles.
Bu La took a look at the bullet bag on his chest. Counting the Thomson's magazine in his hand, he still had less than 60 submachine gun bullets left, and it only took a few minutes for him to start shooting.
Helpless, Bu La just picked a Type 38 from the pile of firearms and carried it on his back, and also grabbed some 6.8 ammunition for emergencies.
If everyone switches to Japanese equipment, maybe it can last for a while.
"Gu...Gu...Gu, Gu Gu"
Just as he was thinking wildly, several "bird calls" suddenly came from outside the position. They were learning the way of sound transmission from the little devils. Three long and two short meant there was danger ahead!
All the soldiers standing at the front of the position became alert. No one spoke at this moment. Everyone just leaned on the sandbags silently and started wielding their weapons.
Bula's eyes narrowed and he winked at the youngest who was not far away.
The latter understood, took out an American-made M7 grenade launcher from his body, and quickly loaded a flare into it.
"call out……"
With a scream, the flare slowly rose into the sky with a dazzling dark red flame, and the ground ahead was instantly bright as day.
Everyone took a closer look, and in front of the position, except for the few silent sentries lying motionless on the ground, dozens of Japanese soldiers suddenly appeared sixty or seventy meters away, quietly crawling on the ground and groping forward, in the light of the flares. Their movements are extremely clear.
"The bastard is really here to touch the camp!"
Bu La immediately raised the rifle in his hand, pointed the sight forward and shouted: "Hit me!"
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