"Send a telegram to Yangquan! It says that all my squadrons are about to die. Please ask for tactical guidance! Please ask for tactical guidance! Let the guidance come quickly!"
A disgraced Kishida yelled at his correspondent in despair.
The blocking fortifications that he had once ignored were now like a chasm between them and the reinforcements.
The Eighth Route Army soldiers continued to dig deeper and expand on the original basis, and the amount of work was reduced sharply.
In just a few hours, a set of criss-crossing trenches with complete facilities and depth lay across the path they and the reinforcements must pass.
He didn't know that he had repelled several waves of eight-pronged attacks.
All I know is that he gets more cruel every time.
But his side is more dangerous every time.
The situation is getting increasingly desperate.
From early morning to midnight, they marched and fought fiercely without any water.
After every battle, the soldiers didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Now they are even running out of ammunition.
But Yang Quan's reply looked very familiar to him:
"Imperial soldiers only have a tradition of charging, not retreat!"
Looking at the Eighth Route Army soldiers charging up again, he finally understood that he was not as heroic as he thought.
"So, is this the real opponent..."
Before Kishida could figure it out, a grenade took away his life.
If you don't understand, don't think about it. In the next life, don't be a human being.
And since receiving the telegram that reinforcements were leaving, Fujimoto has also changed.
He directed his men like a robot, arranging deployments, and was terrifyingly calm.
Under his orders, the Japanese dug trenches with their hands, helmets, and bayonets.
Then everyone was asked to strip down to their crotch cloths, and wrap their clothes in soil to make simple sandbags, which were mixed with corpses to form fortifications.
Every bullet must be fired at someone within 100 meters.
Every grenade must explode in hand-to-hand combat with the Eighth Route Army.
All the wounded were thrown outside and pretended to be dead, ready to explode at any time and die together with the Eighth Route Army soldiers.
When the Eighth Route Army's attack was repelled, frantically snatched the weapons they left behind.
Improvised traps made of broken bayonets, tree branches and even human bones were left behind.
But even so, bad news still comes as expected.
"Your Excellency Major! The reinforcements...the reinforcements are all in pieces..."
Fujimoto raised his hand to stop the signal soldier from continuing.
If he still had the extravagant hope of breaking out, he would not order the construction of fortifications on the spot.
If he had been disillusioned with reinforcements, he wouldn't have even lasted this long.
This is all to be expected.
His command was like a flashback, and he was just looking for a more dignified way to die.
It has to be said that when a person is forced into a desperate situation, it is really possible to burst out with amazing potential.
But it's too late.
"It's time to end this farce."
He pulled out the katana in his hand and wiped it carefully.
The adjutant on the side knew what he was going to do, but did not stop him.
"Your Excellency, if you don't mind, I am willing to be your fault-finder."
Fujimoto smiled, seemed to feel relieved suddenly, and handed over the saber:
"It was an honor."
The adjutant's eyes were red: "After correcting your mistake, I will take the lead in the charge..."
Fujimoto knelt on the ground and nodded, and without hesitation stabbed the knife in his hand into his stomach...
The adjutant abandoned all defensive lines and gathered the Japanese soldiers together.
Standing high up, he shouted to everyone in a hoarse voice:
"Children of His Majesty the Emperor! Now we have no retreat! We must let the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side know that the Imperial Warriors are unparalleled in their bravery!"
"Onboard!"
"Onboard!"
Adjutant: "His Excellency Lieutenant Colonel has committed suicide by caesarean section with honor, and I will take the lead in the charge! I wish you all a long-lasting military fortune!"
"Martial luck lasts forever!"
"His Majesty the Emperor! Onboard!"
Under the telescope, this scene was panoramic view by the Eighth Route Soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon.
"The Japanese finally couldn't hold on any longer and were about to launch a long-lived charge."
The platoon leader spat harshly:
"Suicide charge now? Damn it, why didn't you find this guy Fujimoto so difficult to deal with before? He won't stop even to death!"
The instructor on the side patted him on the shoulder and advised:
"Anyway, it's a good thing if we can kill this guy. I don't know where these guys are planning to charge. We need to warn our brother troops and prepare for battle in advance."
During World War I and World War II, night raids were actually a very troublesome matter.
It's not because it's dark and can't be seen. After all, night raids were common during cold weapon wars.
The problem is that thermal weapons have a huge flare every time they are fired.
This is not just as simple as being discovered by the other party.
Instead, it will lead to a condition that even military fans don't pay much attention to - night blindness.
As we all know, the human body controls the amount of light entering the eyes by controlling the size of the pupil.
Once too much light enters, the pupil will shrink to protect the eyes; on the contrary, it will enlarge to receive more light signals.
And this process is not controlled by the brain.
This is why during emergency examinations, the first step the doctor will take is to shine a light source directly into the eyes, just to observe whether the pupils contract.
Because it does not go through the brain, it is a purely instinctive reaction.
If you don't even have that, you're basically dead.
On a dark battlefield, the dazzling firelight less than one meter in front of you will cause your pupils to shrink immediately.
After the light goes out, the huge contrast between light and dark will cause nothing to be seen, and it will take at least two seconds to restore vision.
If you happen to be using an automatic weapon, it is no different than holding a tactical flashlight in front of your eyes and turning on the flash mode.
How can we fight this battle?
Therefore, large-scale night attacks in the era of hot weapons are really not something everyone can pull off.
I have to say that the Japanese adjutant or Fujimoto's decision is quite reasonable.
After all, night attacks are not without their benefits, that is, they can greatly reduce the firepower advantage of both sides.
Both sides reduce their firepower at the same time, which is naturally an advantage for the side with weaker firepower.
But the problem is that they don't even think about it. How can an opponent who can fight with them from dusk until late at night not know how to attack at night?
From the Wuchang Uprising to the present, the Red Army has fought countless battles day and night in order to weaken the enemy's firepower advantage as much as possible.
In terms of experience, there is nothing like it.
When it comes to the results of the war, he stands out from the crowd.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Eighth Route Army is the most adept at night attacks in the world.
The only thing they relied on was that no normal person would have imagined that they could take the initiative when they were so tired.
If we can catch the Eighth Route Army off guard, it can really cause some trouble.
But now, the Eighth Route Army is prepared, and the result is predictable.
When this group of Japanese soldiers reached the Eighth Route Defense Line, which was less than 50 meters away, they found that many piles of firewood had been placed here in advance.
As bullets were fired one after another, the firewood doused with kerosene immediately burst into flames.
Brother, I'm on the defensive side this time. I have the firepower advantage but I don't want to use it, so I have to fight you hand-to-hand?
How about playing?
In an instant, a group of naked Japanese soldiers were immediately exposed to the public.
I don't know what these devils are thinking at this time.
But the Eighth Route Army soldiers expressed their ugly refusal.
Our hometown doesn’t play the same tricks as your hometown.
Even if you want to come, it will be your specialty actress.
I really am not interested in a bunch of rough old men.
So let me just use the weapons in my hands to teach you what etiquette, justice and integrity are!
Afterward, Zhu Han asked Commander Chen why he had to dig so many positions when he was disgusting with Kishida Squadron? According to the plan, it is enough to dig a few at specific locations.
Commander Chen’s answer was:
"There is no way. No matter how perfect the plan is, half of it will be immediately invalidated as soon as the guns are fired. We don't know how many people Fujimoto will bring with him when he comes out. If he brings too many people, we can't eat them, so we will use multiple positions to block them. , consume him for a few more waves before talking."
Zhu Han was completely speechless.
Can you still do this?
This can be regarded as playing with the enemy in the palm of your hand, right?
How unlucky do you have to be to choose you as your opponent in this life?
He said sincerely:
"You are really a bunch of geniuses!"
