Kawagishi Fumizaburo may have thought that he would lose his troops and generals, or he may have thought that the battle of Niangzi Pass would be extremely difficult. In the Battle of Jingxi, the 77th Wing lost more than 160 Imperial warriors and had already told him the determination of the Chinese resistance.

But he never dreamed that he would have a wing-sized force that would be wiped out, and that it was just as the war was about to start.

"Independent regiment! Liu Lang! Kawagishi Bunzaburo gritted his back molars and muttered the two names he was all too familiar with.

He had never seen Liu Lang and had never fought with the Independent Regiment, but Liu Lang and the Independent Regiment were almost a nightmare for the entire Kwantung Army.

Kawagishi Fumizaburo, who was transferred to the Northeast for two years, heard these two names countless times from his colleagues, especially Okamura Ninji, who had served as the chief of staff of the Kwantung Army and was now the commander of the 2nd Division in the Northeast, and reminded him many times to pay attention to Liu Lang and the independent regiment under his command.

Although he was cautious enough, he didn't expect that as soon as this legendary enemy appeared, he would give himself a blow to the head.

A whole cavalry wing! More than 400 imperial warriors, who are also the strongest mobile force of his 20th Division, are about to be wiped out in the ambush of Liu Lang, a sinister villain?

"Your Excellency Division Commander, Major Asada Yunshan asked for tactical guidance, more than a battalion of Shina people were approaching them, and behind them the imperial cavalry led by Okazaki Shoichi Nakasa suffered heavy losses due to the Chinese shelling, and could not resist for long." The chief of staff of the 20th Division, Kimura Hisazo, said with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Coldly glanced at Hisazo Kizumura, who couldn't see any expression, and Kawagishi Fumizaburo, who was eager to smash all the obstacles in front of him, finally restrained his anger. The cunning Kawagishi Bunzaburo knew that the raging anger would not solve anything, and that it was imperative to rescue the remnants of the cavalry.

Otherwise, a cavalry wing was completely annihilated by the Chinese, which would be a huge stain on his military career, and if he wanted to be promoted to army general, he would also become a talking point for his rivals.

But, is that really a rescue? Perhaps, there are other ways to make up for it.

"How far is the 77th Infantry Wing from them?"

"The first infantry brigade is still 15 miles from the 28th Cavalry Wing, and I have ordered them to speed up their march."

"15 miles, the forced march will take nearly 1 hour, and the 28th Cavalry Wing will not be able to hold out at that time." Kawagishi Bunzaburo rubbed his temples in pain. "What's more, if it is against Liu Lang's Independent Regiment, he must have thought of our reinforcements, and there will definitely be a blocking position to block the rescue of the 77th Wing. Even, they will ambush our troops again, order the 77th Wing to slow down the pace of marching, and at the same time strengthen the protection of the field artillery brigade accompanying the army, carefully reconnoiter the enemy situation in front, and not rush forward. ”

"What do you mean, Your Excellency the Division Commander?" A hint of surprise flashed in Kimura Kuzo's eyes.

This clearly meant the abandonment of the 28th Cavalry Wing. However, this should not be the usual style of a lieutenant general in the army.

"Request support from the 38th Air Wing, ask them to provide air support to the 28th Cavalry Wing, cover the retreat of our troops, and move closer to the direction of the 77th Wing. Telegraphed Asada Shaosa, hold the position for thirty minutes, and they will get support. Kawagishi Bunzaburo continued to order.

The lieutenant general of the Japanese army quietly lowered his eyes, which were not visible, but there was a flash of fierceness.

Since Liu Lang has already made a move, then he will respond.

The first fat is not fat, and the last fat is the real fat.

"Hey!" Kizumura Kuzo Osa, who came out of the order, flashed a look in his eyes that he couldn't explain.

I don't know if it's sad or admirable.

What I admire is that he, a lieutenant general of the army, is a strong man who breaks his wrist and is ruthless enough to never put his main infantry in danger again for a cavalry wing; And sadly, the 28th Cavalry Wing was completely finished.

With the support of the air force alone, they could not escape the pursuit of the Chinese.

Compared with the army's artillery, the air force's bombs are even more unreliable, and they can also accurately deliver aerial bombs to the enemy's positions below 500 meters. However, once the enemy has anti-aircraft machine guns, the result of dropping bombs at an altitude of 1,000 meters or even higher will often be dropped on their own heads, and this is not the first time that such an accident has occurred.

Moreover, he also understood Kawagishi Bunzaburo's order to request air support, but it was the same as the Chinese had previously lured the main force of the 28th Cavalry Wing to attack the position, and it was more ruthless and desperate, using the 28th Cavalry Wing as a bait to attract the Chinese troops.

Then, carpet bombing. More than a dozen 250-pound aerial bombs are enough to completely turn a battlefield tens of thousands of meters square into a sea of fire. Both sides lose.

Of course, Asada Unyama, who had already despaired and sent tactical instructions to the division headquarters, did not know that from the moment he sent the telegram, he was abandoned by His Excellency the division commander. Whether he could hold it or not, he and the last 100 people of the 28th Cavalry Wing under his command were all dead.

The telegram from the division headquarters was that he would get air support if he held on for 30 minutes, but could he hold out for more than 10 minutes?

Of course, he didn't have time to think about it that much right now.

The approach of the Chinese was not suspended because a small group of Japanese troops joined. Under the cover of the continuous fall of machine guns and mortars, a full 200 soldiers were already 300 meters close to the front of the position.

They, crawling forward in rifle fire more than 100 meters from the Imperial cavalry braving the enemy's frantic machine-gun fire.

Despair, except despair, is still despair.

For the first time, Asada Yunshan felt how ridiculous the Type 38 rifle in the hands of the imperial soldiers was. The slow rate of fire is like a turtle crawling.

Many soldiers had just fired two shots before being swept down in shallow trenches by the Chinese barrage of bullets. Almost every soldier who was shot did not have to be rescued. Some of the bullet holes on their bodies were as high as seven or eight places.

In addition to the heavy machine guns with exaggerated fire power in the distance, the strange-looking submachine guns in the hands of those creeping forward Chinese were also extremely amazing, as if they did not need to change the magazine at all, and the fire continued to pour into the position.

Even if you add another 30 rifles, your own firepower is estimated to be less than a quarter of the opponent's.

The Japanese army Shaozo really overestimated himself. Not to mention the four MG42 and two Makqin heavy machine guns deployed on the two flanks, the more than 40 "Suomi" submachine guns of the three battalions and one company and the guard platoon of the independent regiment that were crawling forward and firing at the Japanese army alone fired more than 2,000 rounds of ammunition in the process of advancing.

On the other hand, the Japanese army, with more than 100 rifles, can fire five shots, which is rare. Any position that dared to emit fire and smoke was taken care of by the machine guns and mortars responsible for suppressing the fire, and there were two companies of nearly 300 people to cover the fire.

As early as the beginning, several crooked light machine guns of the Japanese army either blasted their mortars into fragments in the sky, or they hurriedly shifted their positions after firing two bursts, and they could not form effective sustained fire at all.

At least six or seven times more than the firepower of the Japanese army, it can only bring the Japanese army despair.

Even on the defensive side, their casualties were far greater than those of the 3rd Battalion of the 772nd Regiment in the offensive posture, and all the soldiers who were wounded in the attack would be immediately rescued by the sanitary soldiers who were advancing with them and quickly dragged to the rear.

That's the benefit of superior firepower. In the past, any attempt to rescue the wounded during an attack was self-defeating, and it was generally only possible to wait until the enemy trenches had been completely attacked and the enemy had been destroyed. By that time, a full third of the wounded had died of blood loss, and a third had died of wound infections, and it was a miracle that a third of them had survived.

However, what really made the Japanese desperate was that when the Chinese entered a distance of 40 meters, dozens of submachine guns on the front flanks opened fire with all their might, and more than 100 Chinese threw their long-handled grenades into the trenches as accurately as mortar shells, which was disaster and hell.

Cavalry is not infantry, and rarely wears things that can blow people into pieces. After all, they ride on their horses every day with a lot of bumps, and if the fuse fails, it is simply self-defeating.

In fact, even if there were, the power of the long-handled grenades equipped by the Chinese imitating the Third Reich is not comparable to the melon grenades. It had a 50-gram TNT load, which was no less than a small mortar shell.

What is the concept of dropping more than 100 grenades in an instant? On the 800-meter Japanese position, an average of one grenade was used every six meters.

If you pick up a gun and fight with the Chinese, you will be beaten into rags by dense bullets, and if you lie in the trench, you will be blown up by grenades. The Japanese and their commander, Asada Unzan, were working together on extremely difficult multiple-choice questions.

After encountering three rounds of grenade attacks in a row, and more than 130 Japanese soldiers were killed and half wounded, Asada Yunshan suddenly stood up and waved his command knife.

The always cautious Japanese soldier Shaozo was forced to make his own choice.

Then, several submachine guns were aimed at him.

If you have a command knife, you must be a big one. The Chinese officers and men understand this truth.

Dozens of bullets came in an instant, so that the Japanese soldier Shaozo didn't have time to shout the slogan of "kill to give" and charged, and fell into the dust like a rotten log.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

He originally thought that he could block the position of two battalions of the Chinese army, but he only held it for 20 minutes, and the other party was only an infantry battalion.

The remnants of the Japanese army, who had followed their commander to make a multiple-choice question, loaded their bayonets in the smoke of gunfire, and launched a counter-charge against the Chinese who were still throwing grenades at their positions with a hideous face.

Charge to the death.

The officers and men of the 3rd Battalion and 1st Company, who threw away their grenades, re-picked their guns and loaded their bayonets, did not usher in the imagined white-knuckle battle.

More than 40 submachine guns of the guard platoon, which had been replaced with drums, opened fire with all their might, and the continuous firepower formed by the 71-round drums was intertwined into an insurmountable fire net in front of the Japanese troops.

The soldiers of the guard platoon of the independent regiment, who had run out of drums, threw their guns away, pulled out the black pistol stuck in their thighs, and continued to fire at the blurred figure in the smoke.

Until the gunfire stopped, not a single Japanese soldier rushed out of the thick smoke.

The smoke cleared, and what appeared in front of everyone was the corpses of Japanese soldiers wearing khaki uniforms, the closest of which was fifteen meters away.

The more than 50 Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the trenches were all killed by submachine guns spewing terrible tongues of fire, and not a single one was missed.

"I'll grass your mother! That's it? The madman general slowly stood up and couldn't help but curse.

One attack, one complete solution.

This battle was fought really, too cleanly.

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