Kimura didn't know about the changes in the outside world at this moment, but even if he knew, I was afraid that what happened in front of him at this moment was enough for him to ignore all external factors and devote himself to the battle of Shiyuan Mountain.

Because although there are few enemies in Shiyuan Mountain, they are extremely brave and crazy, coupled with Han Xin's command and leadership, Kimura Yi has a feeling of being deflated, and the Tubalu of that regiment has reached Han Xin's hands, and the combat effectiveness exerted seems to be far above that of a regiment.

From 6 o'clock in the morning, Kimura had already called for air force support, and with the bombing support of six planes, Kimura Kazumi led a large army to launch a charge.

However, Han Xin and the others' defense was unusually tight and tenacious, the commanding high firepower points echoed each other, the machine gun bunker positions had long been ready to go, and Han Xin and others used mobile guerrilla warfare tactics, and often the devils could only abandon all kinds of baggage if they wanted to catch up.

In this way, although the pace of the devils has become much faster, but their advantage in heavy firepower is also gone, coupled with the huge geographical advantage of the soldiers of the Eighth Route who are familiar with Shiyuan Mountain, although the number of devils is large, they can't take any advantage at all.

Therefore, from 6 o'clock in the morning to 6 o'clock in the afternoon now, for a full twelve hours, the devil's bombers reloaded and bombed back and forth several times, and Kimuraichi even prevented as many as four charges.

However, what makes all the devils feel heavy in their hearts is that no matter how brazen they are, at this moment, which is not particularly majestic, Shiyuan Mountain seems to be like an insurmountable moat in front of them, which can never be broken.

At this point, Kimuraichi has let go of his original contempt for Shiyuan Mountain Dirt Eight Road, and in all fairness, if it is a change of situation, it is absolutely impossible for him Kimuraichi to persevere. Even, Kimura had to admit that there was no vanity under the fame, and Han Xin was able to enter the Great Japan Skylight Bounty List, and he was really extraordinary.

The devil's plane had already returned, and the sky was dark again, and it was already the fourth night of Kimura's siege of Shiyuan Mountain, the night of the 24th.

Kimuraichi, who had eaten a trench and grown wise, would not make any more mistakes, and as soon as it was dark, he ordered all his troops to retreat and set up camp outside the defensive position of the eighth road of Shiyuan Mountain.

As for military rations and other materials, Kimura has already asked for help, and there are already supply planes to send them, which is enough to support them for another week.

For a week, Kimura felt that it was enough, with the elite strength of one of his brigades and regiments, and even more advanced military equipment, it was just to deal with the Shiyuan Mountain guarded by a Tu Eighth Route Regiment, if he couldn't take it, he didn't have to go back at all, and directly committed suicide to apologize to the emperor!

In addition, the Japanese army headquarters also gave Kimura a guarantee that there would never be other Eighth Route troops interfering with the decisive battle between him and Han Xin, and the Japanese army also had the consciousness of helping.

There is only one requirement, so that Kimura must take Shiyuan Mountain within five days, enter the western section of the Zhengtai Railway, and further gain insight into the intentions of the Eighth Route Army.

…… At the foot of the mountain, Kimura looked up at the starry sky, tonight's moon is very garden, under the silver light, this dark night is more and more mysterious and quiet, but this is a foreign country after all, and it does not make him rise half a point of appreciation and remembrance.

"The deadline given to me by the division commander, and the last day, Han Xin, in the words of you Chinese, who is the hand of the deer, you can see tomorrow." Kimura muttered, deep down in his heart that he had made a fearless decision that belonged to a soldier.

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On Shiyuan Mountain, even though the soldiers of the Eighth Route are brave and fearless, even if Han Xin's command is superb, but under the absolute madness and desperateness, sacrifice is inevitable, and exhaustion is also born.

Han Xin did his best during the war, commanded well, and after the war, he continued to instill the meaning of this battle with the soldiers, which was related to the overall situation and must not be retreated. It almost brought the invisible power of faith to the extreme, so that although all the comrades of the Eighth Route were exhausted, they were all high-spirited and full of spirit.

But...... Returning to the scene in front of him, when no one noticed, Han Xin still turned his head a little unbearably.

He knew that it was his persistence and orders that made these comrades suffer so much, although everyone was a real warrior and was willing, but deep down in Han Xin's heart, he couldn't help but blame himself.

Yesterday and the day before yesterday, there was a continuous heavy rain, which made the defense of Han Xin and others more and more difficult, and until now, the dirt path on the entire Shiyuan Mountain is still muddy.

The fortifications were blown up, and the enemy's shells left huge craters, and the rain soon overflowed into them, but the soldiers did not hesitate, and without the fortifications, they lay directly under the craters, letting the cold rain soak their clothes, and the eyes aimed at the enemy did not waver.

It was under such many difficulties that the soldiers still meticulously carried out Han Xin's military orders, counterattacking again and again, forcing back the devils who were about to attack.

To tell the truth, Han Xin is really emotional, so to speak, the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army may not be outstanding, but when it comes to the perseverance and hard-working spirit of the soldiers, the Eighth Route Army is definitely a rare existence.

Han Xin paced lightly, and found that the comrades of the cooking class who were watching the soldiers eat on the side showed bitterness on their faces.

He smiled and said, "Old Yu, what's wrong?" Such an ugly expression! ”

"Old Chief!"

"Old Chief!"

Lao Yu hurriedly stood up straight and saluted, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route who were "eating" with broken bowls around him also hurriedly put down their dishes and chopsticks to greet Han Xin.

For the old regiment commander in front of them, all the Eighth Route soldiers at this moment are absolutely worshipping and admiring, although it is only four days, but under the leadership of the old regiment commander in front of them, again and again even they themselves seem to have some incredible miracles created by themselves.

Everyone thought of what their regimental commander Shi often said, "My regimental commander is an unfathomable person, and my ability is not comparable to his abilities." ”

At the time, everyone didn't think so, thinking that it was just the modest and respectful words of their own leader, but now it seems that although there is an exaggeration, it also makes everyone think so.

Therefore, in the face of Han Xin at this moment, all the comrades showed a look of admiration.

The stone held the bowl and drank the fragrance, and when he saw the looks of everyone, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart: Now you know what a master is! Tsk, what kind of person is the head of the regiment, in one sentence, the mountains look up!

Lao Yu also replied to Han Xin at this time, but with an embarrassed look: "Old leader...... Alas, the brothers have been fighting for several days, and they are already exhausted, and it is time to have a good meal, but ......"

Lao Yu didn't continue, but Han Xin's brows were already wrinkled, because he saw that the soldiers' "dinner" was not so much dinner as thin soup, a bowl of soup could be crystal clear, and only a few grains of millet and rice were dangling in it.

"What's going on?"

Han Xin asked in a deep voice, he really didn't know about this matter, he also ate dinner tonight, but it was a bowl of real millet porridge and rice, where did he expect that the soldiers' dinner would be like this.

"Regiment commander, we have been defending in Shiyuan Mountain for four days, and the food we brought with the army has already been almost eaten, if we don't do this, I'm afraid we won't even be able to survive tomorrow."

(To be continued)

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