When the sky in the early morning finally glowed with a touch of fish belly white.
The 385th Brigade Headquarters received a battle report.
"A total of 718 enemies, including company captain Fujimoto, have been besieged in the direction of Shouyang and have been wiped out."
"Our army has a total of 732 casualties and is cleaning the battlefield..."
After patiently listening to the report, Brigadier Chen looked up to the sky and laughed:
"Hahaha! So happy! So happy!"
"Call Xiao Zhang and tell him that the eighteen plays have been sung and it's time to invite the protagonist!"
"If you don't sing well, I won't pay you for the ticket!"
Soon there was a reply from the other end of the phone:
"Don't worry, brigade commander, I promise to make them fly on the spot!"
"Hahaha!"
Soon, intensive gunfire sounded in Yangquan City.
Both sides of the city wall were like crazy, with ammunition pouring out like crazy.
The Japanese firepower was so intensive that the Eighth Route Army could not even approach the foot of the city.
Scenes like this happen in all directions in Yangquan City.
I can't tell where the focus is at all.
"There are only about 400 regular troops left in Yangquan City. What about us? More than 3,000 people!"
"The strength is eight to one. I have never fought such a rich battle!"
Captain Zhang of the 770th Regiment looked at Yangquan City from a distance, and he did not want to miss the next scene.
"Plus there are so many good equipments, there is no need to have main attack and secondary attack. It is all about main attack, and it will bloom on all sides and eat it in one bite!"
"Have the tunnels been dug?"
Political Commissar Xiao stood next to him and chuckled: "Don't worry, our soldiers are very motivated, and the feint attack was dug out soon."
"Haha, that's good. Let the troops stop feinting and watch the show together!"
"yes!"
After a night of digging, tunnels in all directions were dug to the foot of the city wall.
Using feints to attract the Japs' attention, they dug through the last few meters.
Now that the Eighth Route Army is rich, they can squander explosives as much as they want.
Therefore, dozens of kilograms of mixed explosives were placed under each city wall.
As the fuse burned out, the earth roiled.
A century-old city wall was uprooted in this way.
The Japanese on the city wall naturally boarded the plane following the huge impact.
We, the Eighth Route Army, keep our word. If we say you can fly, we will let you fly where you are.
Whether you are happy or not is none of my business.
…
It's too fast, everything is too fast.
From the beginning of the siege last night to the attack early this morning, in less than two hours, more than half of the walls on all sides collapsed.
At this time, Katayama Shoutaro felt like a man who had broken his arm and hamstring and was thrown into the boxing ring. He had only strength but could not use it at all.
It's not that he doesn't have backup, he also has an artillery brigade with 20 mountain guns, as well as an airport at the rear, and more than a dozen aircraft can call for support at any time.
In such a critical situation, he needs to carefully consider the placement of each chess piece.
He expected that the reinforcements would be severely blocked, so he did not dare to use his trump card rashly.
It was originally thought that as long as the reinforcements were sent out, they could maintain a stalemate with the Eighth Route Army for a period of time.
When both sides are exhausted, allowing their own artillery to descend from the sky will immediately turn the scale of victory back to their side.
Unexpectedly, before the troops set off, the entire Yangquan was surrounded.
Since distant water cannot quench the near thirst, we can only turn to the Army Aviation Force for help.
However, the airport was told that support could not be taken off at night.
He paced back and forth in the room anxiously, feeling that every second on the wall clock seemed so long.
But I don’t know if it’s because he’s not a local god.
Not only did their Amaterasu fail to help them survive the immediate crisis, but he also sent news that shocked everyone - the Fujimoto brigade and reinforcements did not survive even one night.
With a belated gleam of light on the horizon, astonishing firefights erupted from four directions.
It is impossible to distinguish the priorities. Now Yangquan, like the whole of North China, is completely turned into a pot of rotten porridge.
Crisis, crisis.
Just by reading the words, you can tell that there are opportunities hidden in the dangers.
Ordinarily, it is not without benefit that all the Japanese troops outside the city are dead. After all, none of Katayama's two most important killing moves are useless.
Especially since ancient times, attacking a city has been a last resort. If we rely on the city wall, take advantage of the terrain, and supplement it with aircraft and artillery, we will definitely be able to cause considerable damage to the Eighth Route Army.
But how could the Eighth Route commanders and fighters not think of this level?
As the earth dragon writhed, the four city walls collapsed.
Watching the Eighth Route Army soldiers pouring into the city like a tsunami.
The despair immediately enveloped every Japanese soldier.
No matter how powerful the mountain cannon is, it can't be equipped with a bayonet, right?
No matter how powerful the aircraft is, it is useless in street fighting.
It is said that each brigade received a similar amount of equipment from Zhu Han.
But why didn’t the entire 769 regiment receive a few self-produced submachine guns?
The reason is that the 770th Regiment is responsible for attacking the county town, and they are all assigned here.
With a rate of fire of 450 rounds per minute, the Japanese were beaten to the point of crying for their fathers and mothers - literally.
As Commander Zhang said, there are now less than 400 serious infantrymen left in Yangquan County.
There are more than 200 artillery troops, 300 baggage transport troops, and more than 500 armed Japanese nationals left.
Including the brigade headquarters, there were about 1,400 to 500 people.
But the fighting ability is really not flattering.
Especially the serious infantry, except for a small number of reserves that have not yet moved, most of the remaining infantry have been retired on the city wall.
The troops entering the city didn't even encounter much decent resistance.
As the city wall collapsed, Katayama Shoutaro seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground.
I originally thought it should be a chess game in which soldiers come to block water and earth, and you and I gradually gain the advantage and finally capture the opponent.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's two kings, four and two straights directly led to spring.
Only then did he realize that in terms of the art of command, he was not at the same level as his opponent.
"Can we really defeat such an opponent?"
But he didn't need to continue thinking.
A recoilless rifle fired through the window.
After the violent explosion, Katayama Shoutaro died.
A fierce exchange of fire suddenly erupted outside the headquarters.
Yangquan is so important, how could Mr. Liu and Political Commissar Deng not arrange other back-ups?
Through bribery and persuasion, the few puppet troops in the city had long become undercover agents of the Eighth Route Army.
The M3 retracts the stock and removes the magazine. It is not that big at all, so it is very convenient to hide.
With the cooperation of the puppet army, local troops have already brought in a large amount of equipment.
At this time, the three hundred plainclothes teams already lurking in the city and two hundred puppet troops formed the final stab in Katayama's heart.
They divided their troops into two groups and attacked the headquarters all the way. They didn't want to capture it. They only needed to cut the telephone line short and not release any signal soldiers, so that the defending troops completely lost their command.
The other way went straight to the Japanese artillery team.
"Old Zheng, Old Zheng, do you think you will get rich if you get a few shabby 92s?"
"Those are things that I don't like."
Captain Zhang put down the telescope and still stood in the same place.
Now it seems that winning the battle is only a matter of time.
Political Commissar Xiao joked on the side: "What? Now the pheasant neck is no longer something you can see?"
Commander Zhang smiled slyly: "Hey, machine guns are not as good as mountain cannons. Those are 20 mountain cannons! And I went to the arsenal two days ago. What do you think Director Zhu said to me?"
"What?"
Then Captain Zhang leaned over and lowered his voice and said, "He said our heavy machine gun will be built in the next few days."
"hiss!"
Political Commissar Xiao gasped when he heard such breaking news.
It’s only been less than three months!
There are submachine guns, blasting tubes, mortars, and recoilless rifles.
It’s not that fast to buy ready-made ones, right?
Oh, no, you can't buy explosive tubes and recoilless rifles even if you have money.
What's more, the output of everything is not low!
Either one of these is enough to change the entire battlefield situation in China.
Now you even have heavy machine guns?
Doesn't that mean that the light infantry will soon have a full set of weapons?
Is it so exciting?
Obviously, Captain Zhang just wanted to see this reaction from his partner, so he patted it on the shoulder:
"Did they say that the offensive and defensive positions changed in half a year? You don't think they are talking big words, do you?"
Political Commissar Xiao: "..."
Regardless of his partner who was still in shock and unable to extricate himself, Captain Zhang continued to talk to himself:
"Comrade Zhu Han is such a good comrade. We must not let him down, and we must work hard to catch up with him."
"But for now, let me have fun for a while..."
"Hahahaha...Old Zheng, don't you think so? I don't care about Japanese machine guns, but you can't grab Japanese mountain cannons!"
"Hahahaha, if you and I are to beat each other in your group ten times in a row, I will have to push the cannon around your station for a day and a night. I envy you so much, hahahaha..."
Although Captain Zhang smiled a little arrogantly, this situation was still worth saying:
While talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.
