The 150,000 Kwantung Army marched straight to Xiong'er Mountain.
Most of the soldiers went into battle hungry, and a sense of powerlessness hit them not long after they had walked.
Gulu...
Many soldiers complained that almost a day had passed before they ate only one steamed bun and a bowl of rice porridge with not a few grains of rice at all.
But there was no way, he had to fight. If he couldn't get this batch of food, they might all starve to death in Datong City within a few days.
During this period, Hui Wang also wanted to go to other areas to collect food, but after he went there, it seemed as if he had heard some news and had already left. There was no food or charcoal fire in the winter.
Let alone fighting, he might starve to death in a few days.
At the foot of Xiong'er Mountain, Lin Zhong led tens of thousands of people into a posture.
Lin Zhong lay in the trench and observed.
"Commander, these idiots seem to be marching slower than usual." Zhang Dabiao said in confusion.
Before Lin Zhong could speak, Chu Yunfei said, "If you're hungry for a few days, you won't be able to walk very slowly."
Lin Zhong couldn't help but smile after hearing this.
Everyone in the Jinsui Army realized what Chu Yunfei meant, and they all looked at Lin Zhong with strange eyes.
I thought to myself, this guy doesn't play by the rules at all!
Cutting off people's food supply will starve them to death in Datong. One word: damage!
To put it mildly, he is good at using troops, but to put it badly, isn’t this just an old cunt?
Fortunately, they are friendly forces. I can't imagine how much trouble it would be if they became my opponents in the future.
"Brothers, don't save your bullets for a moment, let me shoot them all!"
"Also, brothers from the Sharpshooter Regiment!"
"I'll remember it later!"
"Look for me to aim at the ones with bits on the shoulders or those heavy machine gunners. The guns and bullets I give you are the best. Don't treat me like a fool!" Lin Zhong turned around and faced a man. The soldiers of the Sharpshooter Regiment on the side shouted.
"Don't worry, Commander!"
"Look!"
...
The soldiers of the Sharpshooter Regiment responded.
The more he thought about it, the more Lin Zhong felt a pain in his body. Recently, a batch of new weapons were equipped for the Sharpshooter Regiment, each with an M24.
You must know that every gun has a lifespan. It would be such a waste to use a sniper rifle as a shotgun!
The devils are getting closer and closer.
Three kilometers.
Two kilometers.
one kilometer...
Finally, the two armies exchanged fire when they were less than 500 meters away!
"Brothers, give me a fucking beating!"
...
In a battle at the level of 100,000, thousands of people would die easily!
Boom boom!
dadadadadada…
For a moment, the sky was filled with bullets and guns firing.
The Japs also went crazy, and countless Japs commanders drew their swords and roared at each other.
"IELTS for you!"
"shooting!"
The first wave of fighting between the two sides lasted for three hours. Each side suffered heavy casualties, and countless wounded were carried off the position.
Hundreds of nurses were dispatched to Heiyun Village, and they were already in a hurry to carry out the wounded who had just been fighting for a few hours.
All three sides of Xiong'er Mountain were attacked by the Japanese.
Before I knew it, I had been fighting until early in the morning...
The bright moon is in the sky, and the sound of gunfire is endless.
Maybe God realizes that the world is in trouble, and I don’t know when the moon has turned into blood without being bright.
A few hours later, Lin Zhong replaced Gatlin and collapsed in the trench.
Zhang Dabiao turned around and said, "Sir! Your arm!"
The right arm was swollen to the point of disrepair.
Lin Zhong sat slumped in the trench and breathed heavily, "I'm fine."
"Light a cigarette for me. I can't move my right hand."
As he spoke, he bared his teeth and looked a bit ferocious.
Zhang Dabiao lit an old cigarette for Lin Zhong. Smoking other cigarettes at this time was not enough, only the old cigarette rolled by himself was strong enough.
After a while, the monk brought Xiao Tian over to apply medicine to Lin Zhong.
Lin Zhong was crying while applying medicine to Xiaotian. Lin Zhong's body was covered in blood.
Although he was not hit by the bullet, the shrapnel of the little devil's shell scratched several places, and one of the shrapnel had penetrated deeply into the flesh.
Lin Zhong leaned against the trench and forced a laugh, "Silly girl, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."
Xiaotian squatted aside with a bandage on and kept crying, "Lin Zhong, you bastard!"
"Why are you, a division commander, going to the battlefield? Are you stupid? If you die, I..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhong put a hand on Xiaotian's lips.
"I can't die easily. Go quickly. There are many soldiers waiting for you."
Xiaotian nodded, "Promise me to live."
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the medicine box and rushed to another place.
Lin Zhong looked at Xiaotian's back with a bit of bitterness.
Yes, I once thought that as a division commander, he could hide in the rear and go to some battlefield, such as Yan Laoxi.
But when he saw soldiers falling one after another, he knew that he had to go to this front line.
If he kills one more, one less person may die.
We are all made of flesh and blood, how can I, Lin Zhong, be any different?
Overnight, the 90,000-strong army was killed by 20,000 to 30,000.
The Japs are not much better. A rough estimate of the 15th Army shows that there are less than 100,000 left.
The scorching sun rises from the horizon, and a glimmer of light appears.
There was a brief ceasefire between the two armies.
The soldiers in the cooking camp were carrying buckets and serving breakfast to the soldiers in various positions.
During the war, food was relatively simple.
It is as simple as giving each person a can of canned beef + half a catty of mutton + half a bowl of oatmeal + an egg + a white flour bun + half a head of lettuce + each soldier can also choose two stir-fried vegetables.
Fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, braised elbow, fried hairtail, and stir-fried beans.
The soldiers of the Jinsui Army felt their cerebellum shrivel a bit when they saw the meal distributed by the Eighth Route Cooking Camp. Then they glanced at the steamed buns with pickled mustard and eggs in their hands. They immediately lost their flavor!
Sun Ming gnawed on the steamed buns, and the more he ate, the worse the taste became. He remembered that the buns he usually ate were quite fragrant...
But he glanced at what Zhang Dabiao was eating.
Immediately cursed secretly, this is like that pig food!
Swallowing his saliva, he moved closer to Zhang Dabiao.
"Hey, brother, do you... usually eat this?"
Zhang Dabiao frowned, picking and choosing while eating.
"Yes, but that doesn't work well today. Usually I remember there is a bowl of wontons."
Sun Ming: "..."
