Regardless of the situation, the Yamamoto Regiment suddenly plunged into the pocket formation of the 1st Brigade of the New 7th Division, which was full of abandoned tanks and heavy artillery;
The 200th Division, China's first mechanized force, turned into an infantry division without much use. If the New 7th Division had not broken up the rear, this powerful force would not have been able to return to the country alive.
Looking at the tanks and artillery all over the valley, Yamamoto's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"Yo Xi, the Chinese people are so generous. With these tanks, the imperial army can form a tank division and fight all the way to Asan Kingdom."
Major Okabe said jokingly:
"Your Excellency Yamamoto is worthy of being the God of War of the Empire. With an infantry regiment, he annihilated a mechanical Hua division in China. Even half of the division, Mr. Sakagaki, who went to Hedong, could only do the same."
Yamamoto naturally knew that Major Okabe was exaggerating a bit. Although he was still a little different from Mr. Sakagaki, it was still a miracle and would surely become his arrogant capital for the rest of his life.
(Li Chenxi: You have to wait for the rest of your life!)
"Okabe-kun, leave a brigade to guard the captured tanks, and the main force will continue to enter the valley to pursue the Chinese people, not sparing any one!"
Yamamoto wanted equipment and people, not ordinary greed.
Li Chenxi finally couldn't stand it any longer, and watched the Japs chasing him into his pocket through the telescope, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised habitually, which was a hunter's signature smile.
It's a pity that his little follower Hu Jingwen didn't follow him, otherwise he would have said infatuatedly:
"So handsome!"
"Order the Wei Shen Artillery Battalion to fire! Just fire two rounds, save some time."
The artillery regiment of the brigade has a Wei Shen artillery battalion and a Wei Yixiao artillery battalion. Both of these artillery pieces are very suitable for mountain operations. They can be transported by mules, horses, and camels, or they can be carried on human backs. It is the Eighth Route Army that has taken root in the Emerald Country to fight the Japanese in the mountains. The ultimate weapon of guerrilla warfare.
"Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, Tweet..."
"Chirp, chirp, chirp..."
On the artillery position two kilometers away, eight eight-barreled 130mm Weishen cannons were lined up, smashing 64 130mm heavy rockets into the group of Japs. A series of explosions sounded, covering at least one brigade of Japs. Go in.
The Japanese, who were extremely happy and sad, were completely stunned by the explosion. Even Colonel Yamamoto waited until after the explosion before he remembered to shout for an enemy attack. Just shouting was of no use, and many of the Japanese's ears were still ringing.
"Bagaya way! Bagaya way!"
Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Yamamoto no longer had the high spirits he had before, and could only curse angrily.
The scolded artillery battalion responded with another round of artillery fire from the Yamamoto regiment. The killing effect of this round was not as good as the first round. Many Japanese soldiers were killed in the first round of artillery fire, but no less than 200 people were killed.
The rocket launcher's cluster attack is a nightmare for the infantry cluster in the field. The level of individual soldier tactics has no effect. Whether they die or not depends purely on luck.
Undoubtedly, Colonel Yamamoto was very lucky. Neither the old Japanese nor Major Okabe had any skin injuries. Yamamoto seemed to have injured his liver. He was on the verge of crying and would rather die.
It was Major Okabe who was still smart and promptly reminded Osaka Yamamoto:
"Your Excellency Yamamoto, we were ambushed by the Chinese. The warriors suffered heavy casualties. I suggest you quickly order the troops to run into the mountains——"
"Dong dong dong dong..."
"Dong dong dong dong..."
Major Okabe's face turned deathly gray, and he heard the sound of artillery shells breaking through the air again. The sound seemed to be a group of rocks hitting him from the sky.
Twenty-four explosive packets roared and flew into the chaotic crowd of Japs. Each shot would take away a large number of Japs, and the ground was covered with shit-colored corpses.
The loud bugle sounded, and the officers and soldiers of the Second and Third Regiments rushed down from the mountains on both sides like tigers descending the mountain. The remaining Japanese were completely panicked and did not know which direction to fight back.
"Okabe-kun, destroy the military flag quickly!"
"Quickly!"
As the captain of the team, Yamamoto finally remembered the most important thing. He also blamed himself for being too coquettish this time and brought out the Rising Sun Flag when he came out. This cannot be captured by the Chinese, otherwise the Yamamoto family will be disgraced. Gotta throw it all away.
Okabe also realized the seriousness of the matter, because he found that the flag guard squadron had been scattered, dead and injured, and he had no idea where the wooden box containing the military flag was.
"Kill, kill all the stubborn Japanese!"
"Kill!"
The cry of killing resounded in the sky. It was Major Okabe's luck that he actually found the flag box and was pinned down by the flag guard squadron leader. A small part of the squadron leader's head had been cut off by shrapnel.
Okabe rushed over excitedly, there is nothing more important now than destroying the alliance flag!
He rushed towards the flag box at high speed, but Amaterasu was snatched by him. He was about to detonate the switch when a fatal gunshot rang out behind him.
A bullet hit his big head, causing him to lose consciousness instantly. When he was dying, he seemed to see Amaterasu smiling at him while holding a sack.
"Baga--the road"
Amaterasu didn't seem to bless him, but took him away anyway.
After knocking down a Japanese officer, Zheng Yadan happily ran to Okabe's body and saw that he had been holding a box tightly. Zheng Yadan's first thought was that there must be a treasure in this box. Damn it, Zheng Yuanwai. Such.
After escaping from Huayuankou to Zhongtiao Mountain, in just two years he had become a veteran and a squad leader. If he hadn't read books, he would have been promoted to platoon leader.
This time Yadan killed another Japanese officer and seized a treasure box. He was in a good mood. The company commander might even praise him.
The battle in the valley had lost its suspense. After the double blow of Wei Shenpao and Wei Yixiao cannon, more than half of the Japs were dead or injured, and the remaining Japs were also blown up and scattered around.
Li Chenxi decisively gave the order to charge. The two regiments ambushing on the mountains on both sides rushed down in overwhelming numbers, quickly cutting the chaotic Japanese into countless small cubes, and then swallowed them piece by piece, not even the dregs of the battle. Leftover.
Colonel Yamamoto was shot to death by a soldier before committing seppuku. If he wanted to commit suicide, he had to ask the soldiers of the first brigade if he would agree.
The senior staff officer of the regiment, Major Okabe, was also eliminated by Zheng Yadan. The squadron that chased into the mountain was also killed and annihilated by a group of carbineers. Not one of the more than 3,000 Japanese in the Yamamoto regiment escaped and was completely wiped out.
The first brigade began to clean up the battlefield. It was the old rule to replenish the wounds first. It was safe!
Then each one was stripped down to only a piece of crotch cloth, and allowed to be photographed by military reporters, just like checking in for future generations. Only pictures can give a true picture.
"Brigadier! Brigadier, you are rich. What do you think this is?"
The political commissar of the Second Regiment shouted excitedly, holding in his hand the wooden box in which the duck eggs had been seized, which had been opened.
Li Chenxi glanced at it casually, suddenly his pupils were focused, and he exclaimed:
"Flag of the Rising Sun!"
