For the more than 600 officers and men of the first battalion, who were working hard to build blocking positions at various commanding heights in the mountainous areas, the coming bloody battle made them tremble a little and their blood was a little nervous, and they might die in the last battle in the Jindong Theater, but they were the last iron gate to block the frenzied escape of the 77th Wing of the Japanese infantry.

As long as they stand in the way, the more than 2,000 Japanese invaders on the front line of Jiuguan will have no way to escape. In front of the road, there are the independent regiment death battalion and the Panshi battalion, and behind, the 772nd regiment and the 17th division, the regiment deputy Zhang Ruhao has already called the first battalion, and after 15 minutes of shelling, the Jiuguan front line will fully counterattack.

The final victory is just around the corner.

And for Liden Xingdazuo, it is undoubtedly an unspeakable ordeal.

Sitting on horseback and seeing through the telescope the terrible fireballs rising from his position, he knew that this battle had been lost. His goal now is not how to save the battle from a doomed defeat, but how to take the more than 1,600 imperial officers and soldiers under his command to leave the mountain and return to the Hebei Plain.

Liden Xingda Zuo was undoubtedly a very decisive person, and before waiting for the reply from the division headquarters, he ordered the whole army to abandon his baggage, and even his beloved Daqing Ma was killed by him with a pistol five times in a row to show his determination.

Except for the chariot brigade that refused to abandon the chariots, the thirteen tanks still stubbornly drove along the highway like lonely knights in the direction of Jingcheng County, like moths to a fire. The rest of the 77th Infantry Wing abandoned the carts, carrying only a few pack horses carrying heavy machine guns, mountain guns, and infantry guns, and resolutely left the main road, and marched towards the mountains along the mountain path that could only walk one person. Not to mention that the Chinese have already occupied the positions of the stupid 26th Artillery Wing, the 75-mm field guns and 105 howitzers are a devastating threat to him on the road, and the Chinese will definitely set up blocking positions at suitable locations on the road, and when he painfully tries to open the lifeline with his life, the Chinese troops in the direction of Jiuguan arrive, and by that time, it will be too late to run.

Only the vast mountains are the only way to survive, no matter how strong the Chinese army is, there will be no army deployed in the mountains!

His choice was very correct, he entered the mountains for more than ten minutes and walked two miles, and there was no enemy in sight, and the only thing that could stop them from moving forward was the steep mountains. However, it was nothing compared to the terrible bullets, and the low morale actually rose. Although the Wing Commander Dazuo to the Captain Shaozo never said anything, and the Japanese troops who were extremely obedient to the orders of the Shangfeng Army were not stupid, the hasty return to the army transfer, the artillery fire in the direction of Jiuguan that reflected half the sky was not blown up on the hill they had dreamed of capturing at Jiuguan, and the order to abandon the precious baggage and abandon the road into the mountains, it all meant one thing----- defeat.

The mighty Imperial Army was defeated and fled. This was undoubtedly bad news for the Japanese army, who had already chilled on the front line at Jiuguan.

Although they did not have the momentum they once had at the old pass, they were always attacking, the Chinese were defending, even if they could not enter, the Chinese were not able to step out of their position half a step, and the imperial army always occupied the initiative, and whether to retreat or advance was decided by the powerful imperial army.

But now, it's a shame that you've been defeated and you're on the run. The 77th Infantry Wing has probably never been so demoralized since its formation. The only thing that made them a little happier was that the escape was not a nice morning view in the mountains of China, there was no threat of bullets, and if they kept it that way, they would have climbed over the damn mountain and back to the plains at sunset.

In any case, a small life can be saved.

Unfortunately, this only consolation was also destroyed by the spearheads who were leading the main force for a mile, and the fierce gunfire that rang out through the valley a mile away made the face of the carp dengxing dazuo pale. Five minutes later, the bitter report on the face of the sweaty army Cao, who had run a mile away, made his face as ugly as if he had eaten a lump of Xiang.

A squad of fifteen people of a sharp soldier squad smashed all the jade on the mountain road advancing for reconnaissance in just two minutes, and the condescending Chinese fired with machine guns without scruples, and the unobstructed mountain road below made the imperial warriors have nowhere to hide, and most of them were killed mercilessly by the Chinese with only two shots at most. If that soldier hadn't escaped by jumping into the bushy ravine as soon as he fell behind, he probably wouldn't have had the opportunity to report the military situation to His Excellency the Wing Commander.

As soon as the extremely ugly face of Lidengxing knew that the purpose of the Chinese to carry out such a devastating attack on a small detachment was nothing more than to tell him that this road was impassable.

The road is not passable, but will he still have a chance to leave the mountains and return to the road? When he orders the whole army to turn around and return, the Chinese army in the direction of Jiuguan may have already been killed, set up machine guns and wait for him! For the Hatori Nakasa and the 1st Infantry Brigade of more than 400 men and less than 500 troops under his command, who were still on the front line of the old pass, Kotobu Xingichi did not think that they could withstand the Chinese for more than twenty minutes.

Not a question about the combat power of the Imperial warriors, but, from the very beginning, the 77th Infantry Wing did not think from top to bottom that the Chinese would have the courage to counterattack their positions. A trench 1.5 meters deep may still defend against the Chinese's 75 mountain guns, but in the face of the great power of the 105 howitzer that once belonged to the empire, it is a little better than lying on the field.

In the ten minutes from abandoning the road to entering the mountains, the whistling of shells overhead never stopped, which also meant that the Chinese had been frantically shelling for more than fifteen minutes. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still had to painfully accept the reality that the two infantry squadrons he left in Jiuguan almost didn't wait for the Chinese to appear, and they were already in ashes.

The radio belonging to the 1st Infantry Brigade sent a telegram of the jade fragmentation of the feather bird Nakasa, which was extremely sad, and there was no reply, which also confirmed the judgment of Yukichi Koto.

He was not mistaken, his 1st Infantry Brigade and the 20th Division, known for its ruthlessness, were simply unable to withstand the bombardment of nearly 180 shells from five 105 howitzers for more than 15 minutes. Moreover, the Japanese troops on the Jiuguan front encountered not only 105 howitzers, but also 6 Bofors mountain guns at full speed.

Far more difficult than Koi Dengyuki imagined, and Hatori Nakasa, who had always been extremely ruthless and disregarding the lives of his own officers and soldiers, wisely sent a farewell message to the wing headquarters in the first minute of the shelling, otherwise, he did not know if he would have had the opportunity to express his loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor to his superiors.

Because, the artillery fire of the Chinese is too exaggerated.

After receiving a telegram from Zhang Ruhao, deputy of the regiment, that the whole army would counterattack within 15 minutes of artillery bombardment, Zhao Ergou had already prepared shells for three bases for the six Bofors mountain guns. The Bofors Mountain Cannon, with a rate of fire of 25 rounds per minute, has to complete a rate of fire of about 8 rounds per minute, but it is just like playing. The Japanese troops who could no longer fire 720 shells from the artillery battalion of the Independent Regiment, which had no scruples about firing their guns, fell overhead, were unlucky.

In just 15 minutes, the 4,500 Japanese troops on the Jiuguan front were shelled with nearly 900 shells, which was much denser than their bombardment of the Chinese positions. Now, it can really only be described as unbearable to look at directly.

The semi-circular position, which was no more than 1,000 meters wide, trembled under dense artillery fire, and the thick smoke of gunpowder completely covered the Japanese position, and no one could see clearly what kind of blow the Japanese troops on the Japanese position had suffered. Anyway, the frantic shelling really shook the ground, and even the land on the Jiuguan position, which was more than 1,000 meters away from the Japanese position, was shaking, and the encounter with the Japanese position at the center of the shelling can be imagined.

Only those who have experienced the shelling know that when the strong earth is like a rough sea, it is not the most terrible to lie on the ground and it is difficult to stabilize the body, the energy of the shell explosion overflowing everywhere screams in the ears, and the bodies of the companions who can be seen in the field of vision are silently torn apart, and even the roar before death is annihilated in the louder explosion, and you can only wait, waiting for the death that will come in the next second.

The kind of waiting for death is the most terrible.

Including the feathered bird Nakasa hiding in the underground bunker brigade headquarters, he was also waiting for death, and the thick smoke of the artillery fire had blocked all vision, and the brigade headquarters that was shaking wildly in the artillery fire was dark.

The brigade headquarters of Hatori Nakasa was not only camouflaged, but also topped with logs and a layer of sand up to half a meter thick, which was transformed overnight after discovering that the Chinese's 75 mountain artillery could also bombard them, as long as it was not too unlucky, it would not be finished if it was not continuously hit by the 6.5 kg projectile of the 75 caliber mountain artillery. However, Nakasa Hatori knew that this was not enough to ensure that he and the two dozen or so members of the brigade headquarters with terrified faces would survive until after the war.

From the moment the fireball of the 105 howitzer bloomed on the position, he knew that it was all over, not only his first infantry brigade, but even the more than 1,000 people in the wing headquarters that had gone away, from this moment on, it became a stage for the Chinese. The Imperial Warriors, on the other hand, became clowns who tried to escape for their lives in their pursuit.

In the darkness of the earth-shaking mountains, tears of humiliation slipped from the corners of his eyes, and the feathered bird waited silently for the impending death.

He didn't have to wait long.

When a 105 howitzer happened to be visited, the half-meter-thick layer of sand was easily penetrated, and the projectile weighing nearly 16 kilograms hit the log and exploded after passing through the sand layer.

The brigade headquarters, which can accommodate more than 40 people, was blown into a large pit with a diameter of 10 meters and a depth of 3 meters, and the logs as thick as an adult's waist have long been gone, and even the corpses cannot be seen, only the blood stains smeared on the walls of the pit that have been roasted by the high temperature and blackened still prove the existence of the brigade headquarters of more than 20 people here.

At this time, it was only five minutes after the shelling, and the rest were just hiding in the 1.5-meter-deep trenches and the poor individual anti-artillery holes, but the remnants of the Japanese army had to go through ten minutes of hell.

I don't know how lucky a few lucky people were lucky enough to avoid this disaster.

Anyway, they were definitely lucky for Second Lieutenant Matsuda and the "sooner or later death" senior soldier.

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PS: The update is a little late.,Maybe it's because I didn't write a day yesterday.,It's a very slow time to write today.。 In addition, I recommend a new book, "Twenty Years of Mercenaries" by Feng Thirty-five, book friends who like to read mercenaries can collect and pay attention to it.