Nakamura Masao led the reinforcements to walk among the lofty mountains. The trails were difficult to walk during the day, not to mention it was dark. The soldiers had to carry guns and ammunition on their backs. Some soldiers carried mortars or artillery shells, and some simply carried the Type 92 The infantry cannon was disassembled and carried separately, and the soldiers responsible for transporting the mountain cannon must have suffered eight generations of bad luck.
The Japs' 75mm mountain cannon requires ten people to operate, so after each mountain cannon is disassembled, these ten people will carry it the whole way. The two wheels are very heavy, especially the cannon body, which can crush people to death. Two soldiers must use wood to carry it. The poles are carried, the mountain road is rugged, and the walking is stumbling. They have to change people every few hundred meters. Even if they have the spirit of bushido, when they are exhausted to the extreme, they can't help but complain.
But the order given by Masao Nakamura was that when the artillery is there, the people are there, and the artillery destroys the people.
Therefore, the ten Japanese soldiers in charge of each mountain cannon secretly vowed to be cows and horses in the next life and no longer be soldiers.
Suddenly, an order came from the front: everyone should rest for ten minutes and put out the torches. There was no need for sentries.
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The soldiers were exhausted to the extreme. When they heard that they could rest, the artillerymen immediately dropped their weapons and lay down on the spot. No matter that the mountain was bone-chilling at night, they took a breath first and then smoked to relieve their fatigue.
It turned out that according to the previous agreement to turn on the radio every two hours, Nakamura Masao's intelligence officer had just turned on the radio and received a telegram that the bridge between Batang and Jiutang had been bombed.
Masao Nakamura's team brought three radios with them when they came out. During the battle, only one was left. The intelligence officer was worried that there would be no radio available due to insufficient power, so he reported it to Masao Nakamura and decided to make an appointment with each unit to turn it on every two hours. Accept telegram.
At this time, Nakamura Masao was having the military medical officer examine the injuries on his face and change his dressing. His combat staff gathered around to look at the combat map with flashlights and look for another mountain road to Jiutang.
A combat staff officer took a red pen and a scale, measured it twice on the map, and then calculated it on paper. After coming to a conclusion, he reported to Nakamura Masao: "General! In addition to the road we are currently on, there are other A more difficult and dangerous road can lead to Jiutang, but in order to climb over the mountain we are walking at the foot of, it will take a total of more than 30 kilometers of mountain roads."
Masao Nakamura pondered for a moment: "Let the soldiers rest for five more minutes, eat something, replenish their physical fitness, and then climb over this mountain with all their strength. We must meet up with the Miki Regiment before dawn."
"General!" said a major in ragged uniforms with bloody cuts on his hands and face, "We are walking along the mountain road at the foot of the mountain, and the soldiers can barely carry mortars, 92nd Infantry Artillery and mountain artillery. If To cross this mountain, these guns become a fatal burden, and crossing the mountain at night is extremely dangerous, and non-combat attrition will be doubled."
Nakamura Masao's expression was dull, and he allowed the military doctor to wipe his wounds with alcohol cotton without frowning. Hearing this, he said coldly: "As an emperor, if you don't have the courage to conquer this mountain in China, how can you conquer China?" people?"
"Hi!"
When the major heard this, he immediately ordered the troops to rest for five more minutes so that the soldiers could replenish their physical fitness. He knew that since the general said this, no matter how much he tried to dissuade him, it would be useless. He might also anger the general and be killed by a sword in front of the battle line, because of his iron morale.
Nakamura Masao lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and said slowly: "The Chinese *** team blew up the bridge to prevent our army from going to Jiutang to reinforce the Miki Regiment. Now that the bridge has been blown up, the Chinese will definitely think that we can't cross it. This is a high mountain and we have to go back the same way, so we have to take it by surprise and appear in Jiutang before dawn to catch the Chinese by surprise!"
"Hi!"
Several assistant officers and lieutenant officers bowed their heads in agreement.
Nakamura Masao's face was wrapped in gauze again, and he looked like a mummy in the middle of the night: "In the eyes of the weak Chinese people, it is impossible for the mountain in front of them to be conquered in the middle of the night, but how can the soldiers of the Japanese Empire be China?" Soldiers are comparable, we will definitely conquer this mountain and conquer the Chinese before dawn."
Fifteen minutes later, amid a burst of shouts, the troops began to march. After a short rest, the exhausted soldiers recovered their physical strength, lit torches, and continued marching.
After walking a few kilometers further, at a place where the mountain was slightly gentler, the Japanese army began to climb the mountain. Then gunfire rang out from time to time in the silent valley. More and more wounded soldiers shot themselves. They could not bear to climb over it at night. The pain caused by high mountains.
Suddenly, Masao Nakamura, who was walking in the middle of the team, stopped and listened attentively: "What is the sound in the distance?"
A combat staff officer immediately sent an order behind him: "Send the order to the rear, everyone should stop and rest where they are!"
Immediately, his orders were conveyed backwards in order to prevent the soldiers behind from continuing to move forward and causing confusion.
The officers in the combat department stopped, tilted their heads, and listened.
Ten seconds later, a lieutenant colonel said: "It sounds like the sound of an airplane. General!"
"It's the sound of a plane. General!"
Several other combat staff also heard the sound of propellers and were sure it was an airplane.
A major sergeant had a cigarette in his mouth and a look of confusion on his face: "Why are there planes in the mountains at this time?"
A staff officer said: "Could it be a Chinese plane?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the major put out the cigarette he had just lit, his actions reflecting his vigilance.
In this regard, Masao Nakamura was somewhat dissatisfied: "It can't be a Chinese Air Force aircraft. They don't have the technology to fly aircraft over mountains and mountains late at night."
Masao Nakamura added: "This must be the empire's fighter plane. It can only be the empire's fighter plane."
"Hi!"
Several officers bowed their heads and saluted at the same time to express their approval, but they also secretly murmured in their hearts, even if it is an imperial plane, why are they here at this time?
The barren mountains and ridges are in total darkness and cannot be airdropped. There is no Chinese army to intercept them on this road, so there is no need for aircraft to support the operation.
Masao Nakamura's reputation is very popular in the Japanese army. Even many lieutenant generals are very polite when they see him. Therefore, no one under his command dares to raise doubts about what he believes.
The sound of the propeller was getting closer and closer, and they could only hear the general source of the sound, but could not see the aircraft. This made the Japanese staff feel that something was wrong.
If it is our own plane, does the pilot have the eyes of an eagle and be able to identify our own people in the middle of the night?
If it's a Japanese fighter plane, what if the pilot can't identify himself and opens fire?
What if it is a Chinese fighter plane?
Zhou Zhihan flew the No. 214 Night Fighting Hurricane over Qitang and Batang. When he opened the system, he easily found the reinforcements led by Nakamura Masao.
Looking down from the air at the torch-lit enemy team, marching slowly like a long snake, a cold smile appeared on Zhou Zhihan's lips. He piloted No. 214 Night Fighting Hurricane alone. This was the best person to show off his skills and kill the enemy without restraint. opportunity.
Although it was impossible to identify the location of Masao Nakamura in the dark night, Zhou Zhihan knew that the Japs commander must be in the center of the team, so he slowly pushed, and the No. 214 Night Battle Hurricane dropped in altitude and flew to the middle of the Japs team without firing. After circling for a few times, he flew towards the Japs' forward troops.
After hearing the fighter planes making a few circles overhead and then leaving, Masao Nakamura proudly said to the combatants around him: "At this time, the Chinese Air Force has absolutely no ability to come here. The division commander Lieutenant General Imamura Jun must have learned that we wanted to conquer The mountains cannot be climbed by the Chinese. After reinforcing the Miki Regiment overnight, they sent fighter planes to inspect and encourage them. No one in the Chinese Air Force has the ability to fly over high mountains at night."
"Hi!"
Several combatants lowered their heads again to answer.
Masao Nakamura said: "Pass the order, encourage the soldiers, and say that the fighter planes of the Empire of Japan are in the air to protect us over this mountain. This is the strength of the empire and our glory."
"Long live the Emperor!"
Masao Nakamura raised his arms and shouted to boost morale.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live, long live!"
The soldiers chanted along, their morale rising, and their voices echoed in the valley.
This place is at the foot of the mountain. Qitang and Batang are far away from here, so it is impossible for people outside the mountain to hear it.
So what if I hear it?
The Chinese ** team does not have the strength to send troops to intercept at night.
