"I won't leave! I am also a member of the 3rd Column! I will not join the Death Column if I am afraid of death. Why do you drive me away!"
On the devastated position, countless corpses were lying in random directions, and the few remaining soldiers who were barely standing were all injured.
The one crying was a 14-year-old Xiaobalu.
"Sandou, we are not driving you away, but we have an important task for you."
"Nonsense! You lied to me! You...you all lied to me...wuwuwu..."
The instructor on the side took out two envelopes from his arms and stuffed them into Mantou's arms.
"I'm not lying to you, I really have an important mission. These two packages contain important information about the captured Japs. I marked the one for the rear defense line, and the other one for the headquarters."
"Remember, even if you die, you must hand these two letters into the hands of the commanders before you die. After this battle, whether our company will still be around depends on whether you can complete this mission."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
After saying that, he hugged Mantou tightly in his arms and pushed him away after a moment:
"You brat! I'll give you some face, right? You dare to disobey me on the battlefield?!"
"If the military plane is delayed, you are the only one I have to ask! Get out of here!!!"
Steamed Bun, who had never seen an instructor like this before, stayed where he was. Soon he ran backwards without looking back, crying while running.
The other soldiers also came over, looking at the steamed buns running away, in a daze.
They did not receive any additional shots or ammunition from Zhu Han. They were even a company in name, but in fact they were not even full of two platoons.
But they relied on dozens of broken guns and hundreds of grenades in their hands to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the Japanese and repelled three attacks by the Japanese army.
This time, I'm afraid I really can't hold on anymore.
The company commander and instructor did not lie to him. The information was true. There was only one sentence for the defense behind him:
"We will have to wait at most half an hour before the next wave of attacks begins. Your company needs to be prepared to block it."
What was given to the headquarters was nothing more than their company's roster.
The mission of the steamed buns indeed determines whether their company is still alive or not.
Because as long as this little brat like him is still there, the number will still be there.
He is the seed of this army, and it will one day sprout.
When the Japanese's next attack ended, they found the dying company commander.
The company commander just smiled and said:
"Did you know? My wife is pregnant."
Then he used his only remaining hand to fire the grenade in his arms...
It will take time for Liao County to establish a defense line.
But what the Eighth Route Army lacks most now is time.
Breaking them into pieces and blocking them layer by layer is their only way.
This defense line of less than 80 people delayed them for four hours.
There are dozens of identical lines of defense behind them. No one is afraid and no one runs away.
They were worthy of the name of the Eighth Route Army's decisive column. They were all determined to die, like nails, nailed to the position without wavering.
When they finally received the order to retreat, they were already less than one-third of their original strength.
"Baga! These Chinese people are as annoying as locusts. Sooner or later we will kill them all!"
Jingguan Ren cursed without any concern for his image.
Every time, just a few people, using a few broken guns, and digging a few crude positions, could actually explode with such amazing combat power, stopping the entire two regiments in their tracks.
He had already received several telegrams from Yoshio Shinozuka questioning him.
The current situation no longer allows him to delay any longer and he must move forward at full speed!
Then nearly 20,000 people began to trot in a mighty way, raising dust all over the sky.
Little did they know, there were two pairs of fire-breathing eyes staring at them.
"These devils are so abominable!"
"Okay, stop complaining, do your job well, and we will avenge them later!"
Among the two people, a female student was wearing coarse clothes, but she still couldn't hide her beautiful face.
Although he is now gnashing his teeth and glaring with anger, he has added a touch of heroism.
The other person is Cao Zhong, one of the two battalion commanders of the factory guard.
"Send a report to the factory director."
"yes!"
The female student immediately took out the small telegraph machine that Cao Zhong was carrying and installed it in a hurry. Soon the ticking sound started to sound.
After a while, the guard team hidden in Zhuanbi Village received the message.
"Factory Director, Battalion Commander Cao and others have sent news that Yan has left the nest and passed by Xin'an."
Xin'an refers to Xin'anquan Town in the southwest of Licheng.
Because of the winding Zhuozhang River, large armies can only pass through a few towns with bridges if they want to cross the river.
So they can all guess which route they can choose.
"What's going on with the ambush troops?"
"I just contacted you via telegram and I'm ready!"
"What about our side?"
"According to your instructions, the digging is almost done."
"Okay." Zhu Han nodded, his tone a little more relaxed, "Based on their current speed difference, when the target reaches the ambush position, it should be 10 kilometers away from the Japanese army."
10 kilometers, from the time when the distress signal was sent out, the troops were dispatched, and finally rushed back for reinforcements. It would take up to 4 hours for the infantry to return for reinforcements.
What they have to do is kill three times their enemies within 4 hours!
Everything was not as expected by Zhu Han.
The 3rd Column successfully completed their mission and delayed the main force of the Japanese for a whole day.
That's long enough for the headquarters to move anywhere.
Of course, the Japanese knew that time was running out and they must move forward at full speed immediately.
Fortunately, a big net has already been formed, and there is no fear that the two big fish, the Eighth Route Headquarters and the arsenal, will escape.
And what Zhu Han and the others are waiting for is this full speed ahead.
Because their target was not the Japanese army at all, but the field heavy artillery unit behind them.
There are three types of Japanese artillery regiments: field artillery regiment, field heavy artillery regiment, and heavy artillery regiment.
The field artillery wing mainly uses battlefield support artillery, so it has a mix of mortars, infantry artillery and mountain artillery.
The field heavy artillery unit has both the word "heavy" and the word "field". As the name suggests, it refers to heavy artillery that can follow the infantry in field battles, so it is equipped with a mix of 105mm/150mm howitzers of two calibers.
As for the heavy artillery wing, equipped with heavy howitzers over 240mm, it is basically a legend on the Chinese battlefield.
Like the Japanese First Army, which had a pre-war organization, its Second Field Heavy Artillery Brigade was naturally equipped with the Japanese's most advanced Type 96 150mm howitzers.
This kind of howitzer weighs 4 tons and is pulled by mules and horses. Naturally, 24 guns at a time cannot go very fast.
It would be faster if the road conditions were better.
But the problem is that after these days of hard work on the Eighth Route, where is there any complete road left?
Even the paths are full of ditches and bumps.
So this group of artillery was naturally left behind.
Anyway, from Jingguan Ren's point of view, most of the Eighth Route Army was right in front of him, and there was no threat in a small fight. He just let the artillery regiment walk slowly behind without any scruples.
His idea is not unreasonable. Don't forget that there are nearly 3,000 people in a regiment!
Just ask the general anti-Japanese armed forces who would dare to provoke them?
Zhu Han dares!
How about saying that stereotypes kill people?
Jingguan Ren, who has never had a head-on confrontation with the Eighth Route Army until now, simply cannot understand that the Eighth Route Army, which has received armaments replenishment, is fully capable of achieving a 1:1 record with your elite Japs.
The field heavy artillery regiment seemed to be huge, with nearly 3,000 people.
But if you count the numbers yourself, the total number of guns in the entire regiment is more than 500, and those who hold the guns have not received much field training.
The rest are either technical arms such as artillery or logistics personnel responsible for transportation.
Zhu Han's escort team and militiamen numbered more than 1,000 people. Not to mention anything else, they brought over two batches of 30 general-purpose machine gun tripods.
There are 120 DPM machine guns. If the range was not considered, all the riflemen would be tempted to switch to submachine guns and go up there.
This does not include the more than one hundred artillerymen and the mortars they brought.
Under such a situation of ebb and flow, even though there are few people on Zhu Han's side, he really doesn't fear the Japanese artillery regiment at all.
Since I don't have the ability to fight head-on, let's see how I can make the difference in one go!
