The critical moment that the Japanese army headquarters and brigade commanders in Datong were anxiously waiting for had finally arrived.

The deputy chief of staff ran over with an excited face and reported: "General, the military department is in an emergency. ”

"The two thousand main forces we have assembled on the edge of the garrison base have begun to attack, and we will be able to break through the first line of defense of the garrison in half an hour at most."

"Great!" The brigade commander's tense nerves were completely relieved, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

But it didn't last long for the smile to disappear from his face and his expression to regain seriousness.

The gunfire in the city did not stop, as long as they did not stop attacking for a minute, the crisis in Datong City would not be resolved.

Moreover, the communication system of the Eighth Route Army was not as good as that of the Imperial Army.

It is more than 100 kilometers away from the battlefield where the military headquarters is attacking, and in a few minutes, he can learn the latest battle reports from the front line through the radio.

The Eighth Route Army was different, their communication system was too backward, and many of the main regiments were not equipped with radio stations.

When the front line is attacked, it is necessary to rely on manpower to send the news to the regimental headquarters or even the brigade headquarters that have a radio station, and then it can be transmitted to the Datong front line through the radio station.

If it is fast, the siege troops will receive the message in an hour, and if it is slow, two hours may not be enough.

Before the besieging troops received the attack on the base area, Datong must be firmly in their own hands, and they could not see the hope of completely occupying Datong in a short time.

Otherwise, when they receive the news that the base area has been attacked, they will also take Datong first, and then return to help.

Their base area was very large, encompassing several counties, and even if there were no troops, it would take a long time for the imperial army to completely occupy it, and the late return of the garrison regiment a few hours would hardly affect the overall situation.

So in the next few hours, not only can I not relax, but I have to play better.

When he looked up, he ordered the deputy chief of staff: "Immediately send out all the troops that the command can send out, and transfer half of the guards from various key points and warehouses, and all of them will go deep into the battlefield to cooperate with the overseas Chinese and the Eighth Route Army in street fighting." ”

"Contact the aviation to rush to the battlefield immediately, find a way to cooperate with us to fight two counterattacks, and kill some of the Eighth Route Army."

On the Laiyuan battlefield of the base area, more than 100 recruits from the first battalion and the second company of the garrison regiment were all hidden on the second line of defense and stood by.

Two recruits carried a pair of stretchers, and more than a hundred soldiers were guarded beside them.

There are all kinds of military uniforms, some people are wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, some people are wearing ordinary people's clothes, and several cadres are walking back and forth among the soldiers to cheer everyone up......

Except for a little better equipment, no one will associate them with the main force of the garrison.

One of the recruits, though he didn't speak, lowered his head like the others, looking nervous.

But his eyes were constantly observing his surroundings, and his eyeballs were rolling around, as if to see everything around him.

"Boom ......"

In the fierce artillery fire, the first round of attack of the Japanese puppet army was finally repulsed.

More than 100 soldiers guarding next to the recruits immediately stood up, and under the reminder of the squad and platoon leader, they bent down and rushed along the trenches to the battlefield.

Several fighters were also rushing forward, their legs moving forward mechanically, but they could clearly feel that they were trembling because of nervousness and fear.

This is the case for soldiers who are on the battlefield for the first time.

And the main force of the real garrison regiment is a battle-hardened veteran, and this will definitely not be the case.

Seeing this, the recruit further determined that these people who were going to the battlefield were local armed forces and guerrillas who had been improvised from the base areas, and were not the main forces.

Many of them had never been on the battlefield, but in order to hold the base and block the attack of the Japanese puppet army, they had to participate in the battle.

"Let's go too!" The company commander suddenly shouted, interrupting the contemplative recruit.

"We suffered heavy casualties in the battle just now, so let's go with me to transfer the wounded soldiers to the rear......"

More than a hundred recruits entered the position with different moods, and then they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The trenches, which stretched for several hundred meters, were littered with corpses and wounded, as well as severed limbs and severed arms......

The screams continued to reach their ears, and the smell of death was thick everywhere.

Some recruits with poor psychological quality were frightened on the spot, turned pale with a miserable face, and then squatted in the trenches and vomited, eager to vomit out all the things they had just eaten.

"Don't vomit, calm down, this is the battlefield you shout about every day, and sooner or later you will face it directly." The leading company commander shouted at the top of his voice.

"In teams of two, quickly help carry the wounded and the remains, and all of them must be sent to the rear."

"Be fast, the enemy may launch a new attack at any time."

"We have to get the wounded out before we attack......"

The instructor and the squad and platoon leader immediately sprang into action and organized the recruits who could still move to carry the wounded.

The recruit soldiers, who observed the surrounding situation along the way, were no exception, and hurriedly left the battlefield with their comrades carrying a seriously wounded man whose thigh was injured.

In front of them and behind them were stretchers, on which were carried corpses, wounded, and 'wounded' as soldiers pretended......

This recruit soldier roughly counted, and in just a few minutes, at least eighty fighters were carried down from the front-line position.

In the battle just now, only more than 100 people participated in the battle, and the Japanese puppet army lost more than 80 people in one attack, and more than half of the casualties were killed.

Thinking about it, a smile flashed on the corner of the recruit soldier's mouth.

Because in addition to being a recruit in the garrison regiment, he also has another hidden identity: the secret agent of the Japanese army lurking in the garrison regiment, specializing in collecting information related to the army.

What he saw and heard today was definitely the intelligence that his superiors wanted.

He had a bearing on whether the garrison regiment's base area was empty of troops and whether the military headquarters' decision to attack the garrison's base area was correct.

So this information must be sent out immediately.

After carrying the wounded out of the battlefield for nearly a kilometer, the recruits thought about how to get the information out.

There is an intelligence officer junction two hundred meters ahead, as long as you put the information there, someone will definitely send it out.

"Squad leader, I'm going to......" shouted the recruit from afar.

"Hurry up, the wounded must be sent to the rear for treatment as soon as possible!" The squad leader didn't have much suspicion.

When a recruit first enters the battlefield, it is normal for him to vomit, urinate, or even poop because of nervousness and fear.

But this behavior attracted the attention of the platoon commander not far away.

It's already a kilometer away from the battlefield here, and if there had been a reaction a long time ago, how could it have waited until now.

He kept an eye on the recruits and was careful to follow behind them.

This time I found out that although the recruit was squatting on the ground and making a appearance, there was nothing left on the ground when he was done.

This is a military operation, unless you really can't hold it anymore, you will leave the team to.

And this recruit didn't after he left the team, there is only one possibility, what unspeakable things he just did here.

I carefully searched for the place where the recruit had just stayed, and he really found a bamboo tube with a small note......

After the platoon commander quietly put the bamboo tube back, he immediately found the company commander's report.

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