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Under the iron-fisted rectification of Kawabe Shozo, the 104th Division's deception storm finally subsided, but before he figured out the details of the conscienceless cannon, Kawabe Shozo did not rashly order the 104th Division to attack Pucheng, until the special high school clarified that the conscienceless cannon was just an explosive bag thrower similar to a mortar converted from a gasoline barrel, Kawabe Shozo completely relieved, and then ordered the Kumamoto Division and the Osaka Division to launch a centripetal attack on the Damei Mountains at the same time.

The Osaka Division was even slightly earlier than the Kumamoto Division, but the pace of progress was much slower than that of the Kumamoto Division, and nearly 20 hours had passed since the attack was launched last night, and the Kumamoto Division had advanced more than 100 miles, and had even captured the county seat of Shanxian County, while the Osaka Division had only advanced less than 30 miles, and it was still a full 50 miles away from Pu County!

As a result, the Osaka Division, from the division commander to the squad leaders, was all disgraced, and Miyata Jiro, as the wing commander of the 108th Wing of the Forward Infantry, was even more disgraceful, so Miyata Jiro didn't have a good face all day, and several orderly soldiers were slapped several times for no reason, and they didn't know where to go if they had grievances.

No, Jiro Miyata is furious again.

"Yaga!" Jiro Miyata slammed the military water cup on the canvas table and scolded, "Why boiling water?" You're trying to burn me? I'm going to drink cold water, cold water! ”

"Hello." A soldier hurriedly stepped forward, bowed first, and then hurriedly helped Miyata Jiro pour out the boiling water in the cup, and then replace it with clean cold water, but secretly slandered in his heart, one will drink boiling water, and the other will have to drink cold water, tossing us, this day is really unbearable.

Miyata Jiro picked up the water cup that had been replaced with cold water, and just took a small sip, when a sudden gunfire suddenly sounded outside the tent, and several orderly soldiers immediately became nervous, and quickly took out a southern-style pistol to guard Miyata Jiro's surroundings, but Miyata Jiro ignored it and only cared about drinking water.

In the past two days, Miyata Jiro has also been completely numb, since he crossed Hat Mountain last night, this way north, almost every ten minutes, there will be a small group of enemies to launch a surprise attack on them, sometimes dozens of people, sometimes a dozen people, sometimes even three or five guerrillas.

For such small-scale harassment, it is simply impossible to prevent it, you ignore it, these guerrillas are quite accurate in marksmanship, they can kill a few people every time, but if they fight back, these guerrillas run faster than rabbits one by one, and before the imperial army can send troops, they have already penetrated into which place and disappeared.

Anyway, they didn't catch a single guerrilla all night yesterday.

Today, during the day, the situation was slightly better, but from time to time guerrillas would pop out of the woods, grass, and some cave where unknown animals inhabited, fire a few shots, and then turn around and run.

It was precisely because of the endless attacks and harassment of the guerrillas that their advance became extremely slow; they only walked more than 10 miles last night, and today they have only walked less than 20 miles in one day, and seeing that it is getting dark again, the officers and men are too tired to do so, and Miyata Jiro can only order the camp to be stationed on the spot, because if they continue like this, the officers and men will have to be exhausted.

Even if they were stationed in the camp, the damned guerrillas wouldn't let them build the barracks properly.

Every once in a while, a small group or small groups of guerrillas would emerge from the darkness and fire a few shots or grenades into the camp, and on one occasion even fired a mortar shell into the open area where they were stockpiling their munitions, but fortunately did not hit the target.

Finally the fortifications were built, and Miyata Jiro thought that those damn guerrillas should have stopped, but as a result, he had just sat down to take a sip of water, but those damn guerrillas immediately reappeared, and it was endless.

It was still the same, there were a few gunshots outside, a few explosions, and then it immediately stopped.

Then, the deputy captain of the 1st Infantry Brigade, Shigeichi Nishio, came in and reported to Jiro Miyata: "Captain, just now another small group of guerrillas from China has attacked the camp of the 4th Infantry Squadron belonging to the 1st Infantry Brigade, and there are two more Imperial Army warriors. ”

"Yaga!" General Jiro Miyata slapped his glass with a glass and asked, "So, did you kill the guerrillas in China?" ”

"Nope." Nishio Shigeichi shook his head and said, "These Chinese guerrillas are very cunning, and they are very familiar with the nearby terrain, and they run away after the battle, and the Imperial Army has no time to organize a counterattack, so they have not been able to effectively kill the Chinese guerrillas." ”

Miyata Jiro cursed: "Yaga Yaru, these cunning Shina people. ”

Nishio Shigeichi asked again, "Wing Commander, do you need to leave enough troops behind tonight to take on the guard duty?" ”

"No, you don't." Miyata Jiro shook his head and said, "Tomorrow your first infantry brigade will have to take on the task of being the forward, and if you don't have enough physical strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to cope with the next situation, so it's okay to leave an infantry squad to be on guard at night. ”

"Hello." Nishio shook his head and turned to go.

Jiro Miyata turned his head to his adjutant again and said, "I'm going to sleep too, don't wake me up until the sky falls." ”

After speaking, Miyata Jiro fell on the military blanket with wheat straw underneath, and in less than a moment, Miyata Jiro let out a thunderous snoring sound, speaking of which, this old devil is indeed tired these days, first of all, the 108th Infantry Wing large-scale fraud injury, in order to deal with the fraud storm, this old devil did not close his eyes for two consecutive nights, and followed Miyake Toshio Pestle as a military doctor in the field hospital, and then the fraud storm finally subsided, but the sweep of Damei Mountain also began, so, This old devil has not slept properly for almost three days and three nights.

Miyata Jiro said so, and the adjutant and a few orderlies also returned to their tents, fell asleep, and soon fell asleep, these little devils thought the same as Miyata Jiro, and they all thought that the guerrilla attack was just a disease of scabies, and did not pose much of a threat at all.

However, Miyata Jiro and these little devils don't know that from last night until now, the reason why there have only been small-scale guerrilla attacks and no large-scale raids has occurred is that He Shuya deliberately did it, and the reason why He Shuya did this was to paralyze the little devils, make the little devils lose their vigilance, and then give the little devils a ruthless blow.

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On a wasteland less than a kilometer away from the station of the 108th Infantry Wing, there are clouds of white mist rising from time to time, if you get closer and look closely, you will find that this wasteland is actually full of black people, and the white mist is their snort.

It is already the middle of winter, and the temperature in central Anhui is already very cold, and it is even colder at night.

Yang Bagan was wearing cotton clothes, but he still felt the cold air burrowing into the placket for a while, and his hands were even more frozen and began to become numb, so he could only keep breathing to keep his hands ambiguous.

He Shuya also counted on tonight's counter-assault to kill and injure as many devils as possible, so that after the devils advanced to Pucheng to start street fighting, their pressure could be reduced.

Therefore, Yang Bagan did not dare to take it lightly, in order to hide his traces, so as not to be discovered by the patrol post of the devil, Yang Bagan did not even allow the officers and soldiers of the Seventh Battalion to stomp their feet, but it was really cold, and he could only breathe a sigh of peace.

The land of Anhui in the winter night is silent, and time seems to be frozen, passing very slowly.

Just when Yang Banan felt that he was about to be frozen, there was finally a slight sound of footsteps ahead, and then Pan Baishun, the captain of the Puxian Militia Brigade, came over with a few militiamen.

"Battalion Commander Yang." Pan Baishun sighed and said, "We just beat another guy, it should be about the same, right?" The little devils are almost asleep, there are no fires left in the camp, and Captain Xiao He's method seems to have really worked. ”

Yang Banan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, shook his head and said, "It's not time yet." ”

After a pause, Yang Bagan continued: "Lao Pan, if you go to beat him again, you must completely skin and numb the little devil." ”

"Okay, I'll hit him again." Pan Baishun nodded, turned around and left.

Seeing Pan Baishun leave with the militia, Yang Banan turned around and shouted: "Prepare for battle!" ”

Yang Bayan's order was quickly conveyed, and more than 600 officers and soldiers who were originally lying quietly on the wasteland were one after another

Squat up, then move your feet slightly to start warming up.

At this time, Han Feng came to the sortie position of the seventh battalion with the three sniper groups and more than thirty quasi-wolf teeth, and when he saw Han Feng and his thirty wolf teeth, Yang Bayan was overjoyed, even if these thirty or so quasi-wolf teeth were not of great use, but Han Feng and his sniper team were too critical to tonight's raid.

"Team Han!" Yang Ba couldn't help but be overjoyed, "You guys came too timely!" ”

Han Feng smiled and continued: "As long as it's not too late." ”

"It's not late, it's not late, it's not too late at all." Yang Bagan said repeatedly, "The time is just right. ”

Han Feng snorted, and asked Yang Ba Yan again: "Battalion Commander Yang, you give the order, how to fight?" ”

Yang Banyan was not polite to Han Feng either, and directly ordered: "After the counterattack begins, you and your sniper team, specializing in fighting devils, must delay the devil's alarm as much as possible, the later the devil's alarm sounds, the greater the result of this counterattack!" ”

"Okay." Han Feng didn't say much, just nodded solemnly. (To be continued.) )