Airport, Niutouling position.

"Boom, boom!"

The sound of artillery was incessant, and the positions were full of flames and shrapnel from rubble.

As soon as the day dawned, a small group of Japanese troops launched a tentative attack on Niutouling, and then began this round of artillery attacks.

Since the 6th and 9th Divisions were fighting in mountainous areas, the transportation conditions did not allow them to carry heavy artillery, so the maximum caliber of the artillery attack was only 75 field artillery. Moreover, the Japanese army's logistics and supplies were completely cut off, and every shell was very expensive for them, and the entire shell lasted only five minutes. The idea of the commander of the 23rd Wing of the Japanese Army, Fukuda Huandasa, was to destroy the fortifications of the positions of the Shina Army, and secondly, to deter the Shina Army.

As soon as the shelling stopped, Hu Zhankui got out of the anti-artillery bunker, spit out the sand and dust in his mouth, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Get out of here, check and check if there are any missing parts on your body, if there are no missing parts, quickly pick up the guys in your hands, after the devil's shelling, it will be time for the infantry to charge!" “

After the words, one by one the disgraced soldiers drilled out of the anti-artillery bunker, after spitting and scolding their mother, they hurriedly checked their weapons, the engineer door did not even have time to scold the mother, and the dancing shovel stepped up to build the trench that was blown down by the shell, and there were gradually crying and shouting in the trench, and the casualties caused by the artillery attack were inevitable, and the medical soldiers and stretcher teams quickly entered the trenches, and the dead and wounded were quickly carried down.

"Look, the devil is coming!"

I don't know who shouted, Hu Zhankui hurriedly lay on the edge of the trench and raised the telescope in his hand.

I saw that the people at the foot of the mountain were crowded, and the dense Japanese troops advanced in a scattered formation.

Putting down the binoculars, Hu Zhankui curled his lips and scolded: "Wipe the damn, it's only an infantry brigade, and you have to share it with the brothers of the New Fourth Army, these two people can't have a turn, and the devil is getting more and more stingy!" Leave him alone, brothers, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's a lump of meat, and how much you can eat depends on your ability! “

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of laughter from the position.

The commanders of the security regiment did not have bad means to boost morale, and with a simple sentence, the morale suddenly rose, and even the remnants of the 75th Division, who joined later, were also relieved. In fact, the law of war is survival of the fittest, they can survive the battle losses of more than 10,000 people, it can be seen that they are not bad, at least the elite veterans of the 75th Division, what they lack is only morale, only will. And these are never lacking in the security corps.

…… Wuhan, the headquarters of the 11th Army of the Japanese Army.

Okamura Ningji has become an ant on a hot pot, after the security regiment was hit hard by the imperial army, he actually had the ability to fight back and besiege the two divisions of the imperial army in a big way, which was something he couldn't think of in his opinion, Qin Feng did it, and it was unprecedentedly successful.

In less than five hours, the emergency messages of the Sixth and Ninth Divisions flew in like snowflakes, with interception in front and pursuers in the rear, and the left and right flanks were not safe, and there was no food or grass and no rescue. One by one, the more urgent telegrams made Okamura Ninji see that Shiro Inaba and Hiroshi Nakagawa had messed up.

Okamura Ninji ordered Shiro Inaba and Hiroshi Nakagawa to concentrate their forces to open the road to the airfield, which was the fastest and most direct way to save themselves. At the same time, Okamura Ninji also quickly and truthfully reported the situation to the Central China Dispatch Army Headquarters, and requested General Shunroku Hata to urgently increase troops to rescue. Forced by the critical situation, General Shunroku Hata did not even bother to reprimand Okamura Ninji, and immediately issued an order for immediate reinforcements to the 156th and 157th Divisions, which had just arrived on the battlefield in China from the Japanese mainland and were now resting in Hangzhou.

But even if the reinforcements can take the train directly to Jinhua, it will take at least one or two days for the troops to assemble and prepare grain, grass and ammunition to set off, plus the mobilization of wagons at the station, and it will take more than a day to travel from Hangzhou to Jinhua, and it will take a day for the road to be safe and sound, and then reach the front line of rescue, I am afraid that it will be a matter of four or five days, and the Sixth and Ninth Divisions can still wait until that time? This worry made Okamura Ningji's heart tremble.

The saddest thing is that at this time, fighters and bombers from central China had already flown to Manchukuo, and the Battle of Nomenkan had already entered the most intense state of combat readiness, and it was no longer realistic to transfer them back. Okamura had no choice but to order a few reconnaissance planes and a few fighters and bombers that were about to be retired to temporarily form an air formation and go to the battlefield.

The telephone and telegram of the entire headquarters rang non-stop, and the news brought by the staff officers with solemn expressions and hurried expressions was full of all kinds of calls for help, all kinds of routs, and all kinds of accountability from the top level, which made the anxious Okamura Ninji even more overwhelmed, so he simply threw his hand and handed it over to the chief of staff Kinoshita Yong to deal with, and hid in the lounge of the headquarters, he hoped to have a quiet environment to think about how to solve these thorny problems at present.

But it backfired, and less than three minutes after Okamura Ninji entered the house, Kinoshita Isamu rushed in, holding two telegrams in his hands, and his expression was as solemn as if he had died of his own father, which made Okamura Ninji feel cold in his heart for no reason.

Kinoshita Yong said gloomily: "Okamura-kun, Inaba Shiro just sent a telegram, the forty-fifth wing has lost the Broken Soul Mountain, the imperial army has lost more than a thousand, and the wing captain Yasuo Fukunaga is seriously injured. In addition, the reconnaissance planes discovered that a large number of regular troops from China were marching rapidly in the direction of the airport in the direction of Hengyang, and that the forward had already crossed the Lujiang River, and it was expected that they would engage fire with the right flank of the Sixth Division before 12 o'clock at noon. “

"Ah......h

Okamura shook his hands and let out a beastly roar, and then began to pace back and forth in the room with a hideous face.

Kinoshita continued: "Old sir, I think that now the only way to do this is to order the 2nd Division and the 13th Mixed Brigade to turn around and cooperate with the 104th Division to attack Jinhua, which may be the only chance!" “

"Yaga!" Okamura Ningji said angrily: "You think Xue Yue is a pig!" Where are the several army groups, and he can let the 2nd Division and the 13th Mixed Brigade pass? “

Kinoshita swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and seemed to have made up his mind before saying: "Old sir, in addition to this, we can only choose to give up the rescue, if we don't quickly withdraw the 104th Division, I'm afraid that the same fate will befall them soon!" “

"Yaga!" Kinoshita's words made Okamura Ninji furious, and he stepped forward with an arrow, grabbed Kinoshita's neckline with both hands, and tightened it, almost strangling Kinoshita's breathlessness.

But Isamu Kinoshita just looked at Okamura Ninji calmly with painful and tangled eyes, and Okamura Ninji seemed to see the deep meaning of this closest subordinate in this look, and his words were not unreasonable. The hideous color on his face slowly receded, his hands unconsciously put down, his eyes were full of muddy tears, and he muttered in his mouth: "'Both Shengyu and He Shengliang', I used to scoff at this old Chinese saying, but today I know how much unwillingness, how much humiliation, and how much pain it takes to condense into this sentence like a thousand cuts!" “