"What are you doing standing still? Stay here to clean up the battlefield while the others and I reinforce Wangjiawa!"
After Chu Xiong finished speaking, he took the lead and rushed towards Wangjiawa...
"Comrades, start running, you won't be able to eat meat if it's too late!"
"Comrades, come on, it's only a dozen kilometers, first come, first served!"
"Comrades, start running..."
The company commanders and instructors of each company were constantly urging the tired soldiers to run away;
The Second and Third Battalions were fighting fiercely with several times more Japs in Wangjiawa. Arriving a minute earlier would have saved many comrades from casualties. The Eighth Route Army's "Scud" began to take effect.
The four hooves of the cavalry company rushed at the front, followed by more than a dozen companies from the mobile battalion and the garrison battalion, and behind them were the militia companies that spontaneously came to join the battle;
The militia company was followed by a large number of fellow soldiers who supported the front line. They carried simple stretchers. As long as a soldier was injured, they would go over immediately to rescue the wounded and then carry them down for treatment.
This is the people's war, and this is what Chuxiong hopes to see. With the support of tens of millions of people, one day, one hundred or eight hundred thousand old devils will be used up. At that time, the devils will have to send in even the elderly and children. , this day will not be too far away!
After attacking Wangjiawa for a long time, the Japanese finally realized the reality. The Eighth Route Army's position on the mountains was not something they could break through;
Since they could not break through, the Japanese immediately changed their tactics and began to dig field fortifications on both sides of the road in Wangjiawa.
"Battal Commander, what new trick are the devils playing?"
Reconnaissance platoon leader Li Hao asked Zhang Yu curiously.
"Mouse, can't you understand this? The Japanese can't attack anymore and are ready to hold on and wait for reinforcements. They are digging field fortifications now and waiting for us to attack them!"
Li Hao understood immediately upon hearing this and said:
"The devils are so cunning. There are at least 4,000 devils down there. They are huddled together. It's hard for us to talk to them."
"Mouse, the devil is as tall as the Taoist. No matter how cunning the devil is, can they outsmart the regiment leader? The regiment leader has long thought of the enemy's move. They should just wait for their reinforcements!
As long as Battalion Commander Li and the others are here, the Japanese reinforcements won't be able to come for a week. Within a week, these bastards will starve to death. "
Zhang Yu thought for a while and then said to Li Hao:
"Mouse, send someone to notify all companies to hold their positions and let the Japanese do their own thing!"
Zhang Yu adopted a siege tactic. No matter how hard the Japs were below, his Second Battalion just had to hold on to the mountains on both sides. The Japs would not retreat to the base area. Without food, the Japs would seek death if they entered.
At the field headquarters of the Japanese Yokoyama detachment, Colonel Ito, Colonel Hatano of the 2nd Regiment, Captain Sato of the Cavalry Regiment, and several other old Japanese soldiers gathered around Ichiyu Yokoyama to discuss countermeasures. The first one to speak was Colonel Ito:
"Your Excellency, General, the brigades have suffered heavy casualties. Except for the Asada Brigade, which fought fiercely with the Eighth Route Army at the exit, there are only 4,000 warriors left who can fight, and many of them are lightly wounded;
The imperial army's food and ammunition can only last two days of minimum-intensity combat. Chuxiong's reinforcements in the direction of Liuzhen will arrive at any time. Suzuki-kun sent a farewell message an hour ago, and our retreat in the direction of Liuzhen will also be blocked. Chuxiong is blocked, please ask your commander for tactical guidance! "
After Ito finished speaking, he stood up and bowed to Major General Yokoyama. Several other old Japanese soldiers also followed suit. This was not common among Japanese soldiers.
This shows that they have lost the confidence to break out independently!
"Gentlemen, the Hengshan detachment has reached its most critical moment. I suggest that we jointly request tactical guidance from the Commander. The Imperial Army cannot afford the consequences of a single detachment being wiped out by the Eighth Route Army."
Hengshan no longer wanted to lose face. Once such a joint request for help was sent out, he, the major general's detachment leader, would have done the best. Even if the breakout was successful, the credit would belong to the commander, and he would have to bear the responsibility for the heavy casualties.
The other old Japanese soldiers nodded in agreement, and a dozen minutes later, a request for assistance initiated by Major General Hengshan and signed by several regiment captains was sent to the First Army Headquarters.
Major General Miyamoto took the message and knocked on the door of Xiao Zhuoyi's office...
"Miyamoto-kun, has the Yokoyama detachment been completely wiped out?"
Xiao Zhuoyinan once again asked Major General Miyamoto for confirmation with a lucky mentality. He really wanted to hear a different reply, but unfortunately the answer he got made him slump in his chair.
"Your Excellency, General, without reinforcements, Mr. Hengshan and the others cannot last for three days. The warriors can only get one rice ball per day. Each person has no more than 15 rounds of bullets. The artillery shells are almost exhausted..."
"Bagaya road!"
Xiao Zhuoyinan interrupted what Major General Miyamoto said. It was all difficulties and there was no positive factor in it. As a commander, he must not lose confidence first.
"Miyamoto-kun, please remember that the Imperial Army is in difficulty, the Eighth Route Army is also in difficulty, and the Chuxiong Division has been fighting for more than ten days. Their base has been destroyed by the Imperial Army, and their supplies will not be able to keep up. Maybe they The food can’t last even a day!”
"At this time, it's about seeing who can last until the last five minutes. The First Army cannot bear the consequences of a detachment being wiped out. It gives the flying wing a death order. It must airdrop food and ammunition to Hengshan Jun and the others every day. Don't follow me. Speaking of difficulties, if you don't have food, go to the big households in the city to ask for it! Those who don't give it will die. Detain all the ammunition of the Imperial Alliance Army to ensure the minimum consumption of ammunition on the front line!
Order the 7th Regiment in Zezhou and the 29th Regiment in Luzhou to reinforce Anping City at all costs. The 7th Independent Brigade in Taiyuan must send troops to the southeast of Shanxi within three days. If there is no food, they must collect it on the spot! "
"Order the Hengshan detachment to hold on for a week..."
Xiao Zhuoyi was so cruel that he even acquiesced to the troops to rob the food problem. Such consequences would only make the Japanese more unpopular, and let the big families who were still trying to clear their doors completely see clearly the cruel face of the Japanese.
It has only been more than a year, and the Japanese can no longer pretend. Any talk of Japanese-Chinese friendship is bullshit!
If there is no food left, grab it when it’s time!
Following Xiao Zhuoyi's order, the big households in Taiyuan City began to suffer. The Japs' baggage officers, armed with live ammunition, knocked on the doors of the mansions, and carts of grain and boxes of silver coins were pulled out...
"Taijun, we really have no food, please do well!"
A wealthy household was begging the Japs on their knees, but unfortunately the Japs only wanted food. With a wave of his hand, dozens of Japs rushed into the mansion fiercely. Then, women's cries for help, men's screams, and children came from the mansion. The cry...
Two hours later, a group of beasts left the mansion door carrying large and small bags of grain and silver coins, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
"God, please take care of these beasts!"
"My son, he is only 5 months old."
The gate of a century-old mansion turned into a hell on earth in one day. The devil finally tore off his last hypocritical mask, and the devil's true nature was exposed...
