After interrogating the prisoners, it was learned that the first batch of shells fired by Zhou Tong happened to fall on the position of the supervising team. The overseer, who was caught off guard, was immediately blown up by dozens of shells. This team of overseers, who are too busy to take care of themselves, how can they still have the heart to look at others?

Wang Tieshi's supervision team was all composed of personnel from the special agent battalion composed of his henchmen. Although these people are dead set on Wang Tieshi, their own military and technical abilities are very poor. In the past, Wang Tieshi's militia team had almost been wiped out by Li Ziyuan.

Now some of these teams are from the pseudo-Hubei plainclothes team. Some are recruited locally, those who are lazy to eat. What's more, Wang Tieshi himself is still a child of several wives' families. For this spy battalion composed entirely of his henchmen, Wang Tieshi is quite fond of it.

There was not a single captured officer who had been handed over, except for the more than a hundred recruits who had just been captured in the army, and all the rest were the remnants of his oldest team. Wang Tieshi, who was too vigilant, was afraid that the military commander and the central commander, or the spy department of the Second World War Zone, would plant a nail around him, and he would not even allow this special service battalion to come into contact with the captured personnel there.

As a result, although these guys are loyal to Wang Tieshi, they have not been on the battlefield once. But before, he only fought against the Tubalu, which lacked guns and ammunition, and there were many times when he was hit by artillery, but the key was that he was hit by earth artillery. There were bombarded by mountain artillery and mortars, such heavy weapons.

These guys couldn't even hear where the trajectory landed, so they ended up smashing a shell and covering it solidly. The most well-armed guys were completely destroyed by a cannonball. On the contrary, it was those who were captured in the previous war zone, because they had a lot of actual combat experience. Except for some recruits who were captured just after entering the battlefield, the rest suffered few casualties in the artillery fire.

Without the Warlord's team, and facing the attack of the Eighth Route, the morale of the puppet army in front of him dropped rapidly. Especially after the shells fell, the morale instantly fell to the bottom. After the counterattacking troops adjusted their tactics and penetrated directly into their core positions, this puppet army was even more unable to resist. When the core position was lost, this puppet army was completely collapsed mentally.

When Li Ziyuan came up with the second echelon composed of the regimental staff's staff, officers, men, and grooms, plus the last formed platoon of a guard company and a part of the engineer company. In the face of the new reinforcements from the Eighth Road, these puppet armies directly and completely collapsed. Along the way, he retreated to the rear, and those who didn't have time to run away were directly taken prisoner.

These puppet soldiers, who no longer have any love for war, panicked, and even threw away a mountain cannon and heavy machine gun that had been dragged up the mountain with great effort. Although Wang Tieshi, who was supervising the battle in the back, desperately fired a gun into the sky to stop it. But it couldn't stop his overseer's team, and the few surviving people took the lead in fleeing for their lives.

One can sweep away ten, and ten can sweep away a hundred. On the battlefield, a soldier whose military heart is shaken can lead ten people to be shaken by the army's heart. A hundred people can shake and a regiment collapse in an instant. This is also the reason why many armies set up overseers on the battlefield, and once there is a retreat, they will be killed.

The remnants of the Overseer team, who were stupid by the shells, took the lead and ran desperately towards the back mountain. As soon as they ran, even if the people in front of them did not want to run, they could not help but run. The battle situation, which could have lasted for a while, completely collapsed in an instant as the overseer team took the lead in escaping.

This night attack originally prepared by Wang Tieshi for the Eighth Road, but it was completely disrupted by Li Ziyuan's counterattack. A battalion of puppet troops was so inexplicably defeated. There were not many casualties, but there were many captured and scattered. There are even people who don't want to be puppet soldiers in the first place, and even use the cover of night to run without a trace.

In two night attacks, Wang Tieshi, this guy, lost worse than the other. After this night battle, Wang Tieshi vowed never to fight a night attack again. However, in the case of a rather miserable loss, while being angry and angry, this traitor is not too troublesome. In the previous night battle, he had been carefully observing.

When Li Ziyuan launched a counterattack, he basically saw the price he paid. With the assistance of the Japanese staff officers around him, and based on the previous battle situation, Wang Tieshi judged that Li Ziyuan had exhausted all his vital strength in this night attack. The eight roads that participated in the counterattack this time should be the last reserve in his hands. Now look, tomorrow you can launch the final total attack.

After collecting the troops and returning to the camp, Wang Tieshi discussed tomorrow's battle plan with his henchmen, and at the same time purged the so-called military discipline in order to deter those who did not sell their lives on the battlefield and avoid the inexplicable collapse of the situation tonight again, Wang Tieshi's butcher knife this time can be said to be raised high.

He cut down all the unlucky ones who ran back from a few pseudo-officers who ran back, as well as one out of ten soldiers who ran back. The head was tied with a rope and hung on the starting point of the attack the next day as a warning. Of course, the battalion commander who took the lead in running back was a henchman among his henchmen, so he naturally wouldn't do it.

But the deputy battalion commander, who did not participate in the night attack, made a scapegoat for the battalion commander. This old man, he didn't feel soft at all when he killed people. But none of the people he killed were his henchmen. Those who took the lead in escaping, not a single one was dealt with, but a group of ordinary soldiers and officers lost their heads.

In fact, he is also an old treacherous and cunning, not that he doesn't know that his approach will make some people even more detached. But he knows that his henchmen are his real team. It's easy to kill one, but it's not easy to cultivate one.

This guy hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to treat it differently. All the Overseers who fled back were only beaten with a hundred sticks. The battalion commander was only whipped and fined two months' military salary. But everyone knew that his henchmen also had a secret, and the amount was far more than the prescribed military salary.

Whether or not the military pay for these two months has no effect on those people at all. In other words, his punishment is basically equal to nothing. This hardcore traitor, I'm afraid he didn't know until he died, but he was finally completely carried on this time, his so-called purge of military discipline.

All the puppet army officers, except for those of his close henchmen. In particular, those officers below the battalion level who really controlled the troops, after seeing those bloody heads, not only did they feel a little timid. At the same time, looking at the heads of his colleagues is even more chilling.

It was his overseer team who ran first, and then the battalion commander who was his henchman. As a result, the battalion commander who was born as his confidant was fine, and the overseers who took the lead in escaping were fine. A hundred military sticks can only be regarded as a little wounded. But the innocent deputy battalion commander and company platoon officer, as well as the soldiers who were drawn, were unlucky and lost their heads.

The deputy battalion commander was an officer of the original Jinnan Jianguo Army, and the other company platoon commanders were all prisoners. He didn't kill at all, but he let go of the battalion commander who should have been shot the most. How can he prevent his subordinates from deviating from morality if he doesn't ask about the main culprit and only grasps the difference between the inside and outside, and he first divides his subordinates into three, six, nine, and so on?

Under the circumstance that the cohesion of his own team is far from being formed, Wang Tieshi's adoption of this kind of intimacy and alienation has undoubtedly not played a role, but has made his subordinates completely detached. If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese army was still supervising the battle, and his special service battalion was still there, it was estimated that this team would have collapsed that night.

Here, Wang Tieshi was busy purging the so-called military discipline, but Li Ziyuan over there was trembling because of this night attack. Despite the capture of the 579 Heights, the company that participated in the counterattack also paid a high price. The company commander was seriously wounded, and the instructor and deputy company commander died.

Of the four company-level cadres, only one deputy instructor with his head wrapped in bandages and the company commander couldn't see anything. Only half of the three platoon commanders remained, only two of the nine squad leaders remained, two-thirds of the fighters were killed, and none of the living were left unwounded.

In other words, a complete reinforced company was completely disabled. The slopes in front of the 579 Heights, from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, are covered with the remains of sacrificed soldiers. Only a few wounded remained, and with the assistance of some militiamen, they began to retreat one after another.

After recapturing the 579 Heights, Li Ziyuan took Zhang Yuhu directly to the Heights. Seeing the bodies all over the mountains, Li Ziyuan took a deep breath and didn't cry on the spot. All the victims were shot in the chest, and they still maintained a forward posture when they died.

Clearly told his comrades in arms that in the face of superior enemy forces and a hail of bullets, none of them flinched. All the martyrs who died either fell on the route of the charge, or fell on the battlefield in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. Not a single person was killed from behind by the enemy as he fled.

Li Ziyuan crouched down next to the machine gunner, whose fingers were still on the trigger of the machine gun, maintaining a shooting posture, but the man had already been sacrificed. Gently removed his fingers from the trigger of the machine gun, which had run out of bullets, and closed the martyr's wide eyes.

Looking at the wound on the martyr's left leg in front of him, which was blown off by a grenadier, a small puddle had formed, but there was no coagulated blood. He knew that the machine gunner was seriously wounded, and he did not stop firing in order to cover the charge of his comrades. Until the bullets ran out and the blood on his body dried up.

Facing the sacrificed martyrs, Li Ziyuan didn't say anything. Instead, he pushed away Zhang Yuhu, who wanted to come up to help, and put the sacrificed martyr on his shoulder and carried it down the mountain directly. The blood clotted from the broken leg of the martyr rubbed against his back, but Li Ziyuan didn't seem to feel it.

Li Ziyuan's action as the head of the regiment is like an example. The cadres and soldiers who followed him up the mountain all carried the martyrs down the mountain one after another. As for the puppet army who had not had time to send them after being captured, they may have never seen such a scene, and they all squatted on the ground and looked at this side in amazement.

Although the 579 Heights are not far from Qiaokou in a straight line, it can even be said that after crossing the 516 Heights behind them, Qiaokou is in front. But this is less than a thousand meters away, and Li Ziyuan walks so heavily. As if he was afraid of waking up the martyrs on his back, he walked so slowly step by step, and the slow was not like a young man in his twenties at all.

Li Ziyuan returned to Qiaokou and gently placed the remains of the martyrs on his back in the place where the remains of the martyrs were temporarily stored. No one used a prosthetic hand to scrub the bodies of the martyrs with hot towels. Then, the military uniform was put back on. After finishing everything, I looked at the bodies of the martyrs in the courtyard. Li Ziyuan stood silently.