Chapter 275: The First Battle of the Thirteenth Division (1)

3 p.m. on June 9

The lazy sun was shining on the trees, and the dry air was upsetting. A dirt road was covered with dust, and countless soldiers in khaki yellow wore weapons on their backs and walked silently thinking about the south, and from time to time there were messengers on war horses or soldiers on mules and horses shouting loudly for the infantry on the side to give way.

Ogisu Libing, who was riding on a group of war horses, looked at the team that could not be seen at a glance, and there was a thick irritability in his eyes

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the chief of staff, Haraguchi Kaneji Dazao, came to his side and saluted: "Your Excellency, division commander, the troops are only more than fifty kilometers away from Jiujiang now, and it is estimated that they will arrive tomorrow!" ”

"Hmm!" Ogishu Libing nodded, and then asked, "Isn't there any news of the Chariot Troop yet?" ”

"No, I have ordered the cavalry wing to expand the search area to thirty kilometers, but still no chariot units have been found." Kaneji Haraguchi shook his head, and then there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "I think this is simply because the Third Division is too nervous, and the chariot troops are not without our Great Japanese Empire, is it worth making such a fuss?" I guess I'm afraid that the third division was beaten by the troops that came out of nowhere and suffered a little loss, in order to cover up their mistakes, they added a notice to us, and let us be careful of the ambush of the chariot troops, what a joke, not to mention the chariot troops all the way, I didn't even see a chariot hair! ”

At the end, Kaneji Haraguchi laughed twice to show his disdain.

Looking at the uncaring Haraguchi Kanji, Ogizhou Libing shook his head with a helpless wry smile: "You, you ......"

Ogisu Tatsubing knew that Haraguchi Kaneji, this guy was originally assigned to the Third Division before serving as the chief of staff of the Thirteenth Division, but he was rejected by Lieutenant General Ito Masakaki, the commander of the Third Division at that time.

It's just that although Haraguchi Kaneji said so, Ogizhou Libing didn't add a trace of comfort in his heart, he always felt that this matter was very strange. He pondered for a while and then ordered: "Haraguchi-kun, you immediately give an order to the cavalry wing and let them expand the reconnaissance range to fifty kilometers, I always feel that something is wrong." ”

"Hai ......"

Xikou Village is located on a mountainside on the only road leading to Anqing, this village is not large, only about 30 households, due to the spread of the war, the people of the village have fled to the mountains to avoid trouble, so the village is now empty.

But in the past two days, a group of soldiers has come to the village, and these soldiers are wearing gray-green military uniforms. Armed with all kinds of weapons on their backs, the soldiers froze and began to build bunkers and fortifications.

Because the June sun is scorching, it is easy to make people sleepy when shining on people's bodies, Wu Zhuang, who has finished lunch, is lying lazily in the grass, next to a rare Kar98k sniper rifle of the 202nd Division, looking at the road not far away thoughtfully and not knowing what to think.

There was the sound of footsteps behind him, Wu Zhuang inadvertently turned his head and saw several soldiers trotting over. A second lieutenant with a Suomi submachine gun on his back came to him with two pheasants tied with straw ropes in his hand, and dangled in front of him like a treasure.

"Company commander...... What do you think I've gotten to it? ”

Seeing the two fat pheasants in the hands of the second lieutenant, Wu Zhuang's eyes lit up: "Huh...... That's a good thing, where did you get it? ”

The second lieutenant smirked: "Company commander." I'm not as good as you when it comes to marksmanship, but if you talk about catching pheasants, you're no match for me, which I learned from my dad when I was a kid. ”

Wu Zhuang waved his hand impatiently: "Come on, you will show off, what are you still doing in a daze...... Quickly wash it up and get it up. Fuck ...... Ate dry food for several days. all made Lao Tzu's mouth fade out of the bird. ”

"Hehe...... the lieutenant smiled proudly, and threw the pheasant in his hand to a fat man who looked very white next to him, "Fat ginger." I'll take care of the rest, it's been a long time since I've eaten your roast chicken. ”

"No problem, just see!" The white fat man grinned and took the pheasant and began to fiddle with it.

While the fat man was fiddling with the pheasant, the second lieutenant also sat down next to Wu Zhuang. The second lieutenant took out a kettle from his waist and poured it, looked at the road in the distance, and said a little depressed: "Company commander, I don't understand, it was originally said well, we came to Jiujiang just to go through the motions, and we will go back in a few days, but now the head has changed, you are an old man who came out of Erlong Mountain with the division, you tell us what the hell is going on!" ”

Wu Zhuang rolled his eyes and said angrily: "How do I know what the boss thinks, if I could know, I wouldn't just be a company commander now." ”

Wu Zhuang's words made the second lieutenant and several soldiers next to him laugh, to say that Wu Zhuang was definitely the old man of the 202nd Division, and he was also the first person to follow Su Jin. What is interesting is that many old people who followed Su Jin from Erlong Mountain have become battalion commanders or even regiment commanders, but this one is good, the troops have been expanded several times, and everyone has been promoted, but he has nothing to do, and he stayed in place in the position of company commander.

The second lieutenant said with a smile: "Company commander, if you are willing to spend more time on reading more books and knowing a few more words on weekdays, let alone the battalion commander, maybe the regiment commander will do it, why not!" ”

Wu Zhuang rolled his eyes and stopped talking, these rabbit cubs are sincere. The 202nd Division has stipulated that, in addition to the necessary combat merits, officers at the company level must know 3,000 commonly used words and be able to write reports, otherwise they will not be promoted. As for the battalion-level cadres, it is even stricter, in addition to literacy and writing reports, they must also be able to read maps and do homework on maps, and even know some simple mathematical knowledge. But Wu Zhuang, a guy who originally didn't know big characters, was born as a bandit, and he had tried his best to learn 3,000 words in so many years, and it really cost him his life to let him learn mathematics and do his homework on the map, so he was still in the position of company commander until now.

However, Wu Zhuang is not worried, anyway, his seniority is old and he is an old man who came out of Erlong Mountain with Su Jin, so whether it is in the camp or in the regiment, he will give him face, plus he has no ambition, and he is already very content to be a company commander.

While everyone was talking, a bonfire had been lit, and the white fat man had already plucked the pheasant's feathers, removed the internal organs, and coated them with spices and began to roast them on the fire, and a tempting fragrance slowly came out.

More than half an hour passed, the two pheasants had been roasted to crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, everyone surrounded them, tore open the chicken with all hands and feet and began to feast, took a chicken leg and just wanted to start Wu Zhuang was suddenly stunned, suddenly put his index finger to his lips and shouted to signal everyone to silence, and then put his head on the ground and sounded, he just listened for a while, his face changed, and he threw the chicken leg in his hand that had not eaten a bite to the side and shouted: "There is an enemy situation in front of him, hurry up and prepare for battle!" ”

With Wu Zhuang's order, the people who were still grabbing the chicken just now suddenly turned into birds and beasts, and soon a rush and low order sounded in the whole village, and many soldiers in gray-green military uniforms jumped into the bunkers that had been prepared long ago.

For Wu Zhuang's ability, these officers under him have long been familiar with it, this bearded company commander not only practiced a good marksmanship, but also has a good hand to listen to the wind, as long as he puts his ears on the ground to listen, he can distinguish clearly whether it is the sound of horses' hooves or the footsteps of large troops within a radius of a few kilometers, so he also has a loud nickname called Dog Wazi when he was in Erlong Mountain, but as the number of people in the 202nd Division continues to expand, there are fewer and fewer people who dare to call him this nickname.

More than ten minutes later, the sound of horses' hooves came from the other side of the road, and soon a group of Japanese cavalry also appeared in front of everyone.

The cavalry was at first fast, but when they came to a place less than a mile from the village of Xikou, their pace began to slow down, and they watched vigilantly as they rode their horses slowly.

When they came to a distance of more than 300 meters from the entrance of the village, a lieutenant officer led by them looked at the terrifyingly silent village entrance not far away, and a creepy feeling suddenly surged in his heart. He hurriedly raised his hand, and the cavalry immediately stopped, and he quickly took out a telescope from his chest and began to observe.

When he just lifted the telescope, a bright light flashed, and his heart suddenly tightened, and as soon as the telescope looked over, he immediately shouted loudly: "Not good, there is an ambush...... Withdraw ......"

"Bang ......"

With a crisp voice, the lieutenant's body shook before he could finish speaking, and the whole person fell off his horse.

The crisp sound of gunfire was like a signal, and soon a tight rain of metal bullets accompanied by dense gunfire rang out, and with the sound of gunfire, the Japanese cavalry on the road fell like cutting wheat, and after just four or five minutes, there was no Japanese soldier standing on the road......

"Report sir, we set up a forward position in front to report, they just killed more than ten Japanese cavalry who went out to reconnoiter in Xikou Village, judging from the documents on their bodies, these cavalry are all subordinate to the 13th Division of the Japanese Army!"

Soon, Li Wei, who received the report, reported this information to Su Jin, who had just hurried to Jiujiang.

Su Jin, who had just arrived in Jiujiang, nodded quietly: "Got it, where is the current 74th Army?" ”

Hearing this question, Li Wei said with some anger: "Shizuo, this 74th Army is really a turtle, and they haven't arrived in Jiujiang for two days!" (To be continued.) )