Chapter 1245: The Premonition of the Division Commander (Third Update!) )

"Less than thirty percent of that is also half an infantry brigade of the Imperial Army!" Lieutenant General Fujino retorted with a frown.

Seeing the chief of staff struggling, he had an expression of wanting to say something. After a moment of conversation, he asked: "No, the baggage brigade plus the two mountain artillery brigades have a total of less than 1,500 people, and we lost nearly 1,000 people at once, so our baggage brigade and two mountain artillery brigades are not empty!" ”

"Hey!" The chief of staff replied stubbornly.

"The baggage brigade was almost completely wiped out, 683 people below the captain were missing, and less than 200 people were evacuated."

"The situation of the 1st Mountain Artillery Brigade was a little better, and nearly 200 people were withdrawn. But the situation of the second brigade was much worse, only more than a hundred people were withdrawn! ”

"This is not the most important thing, the Eighth Route Army used a large number of armored vehicles to raid us obviously for a purpose, it is certain that in addition to killing and injuring us in a large number of times, this raid also intercepted the baggage and ammunition supply of our army's shoelaces, as well as the equipment of the two mountain artillery brigades!"

"Of the nearly 5,000 horses and mules equipped by the baggage brigade and the two mountain artillery brigades, less than 500 of them rushed over!"

"The lowly post has already been counted, of which more than 300 horses and mules and horses are transporting food and ammunition, and less than 180 mules and horses are transporting equipment and ammunition from the mountain artillery brigade!"

"To put it bluntly, how many mountain artillery, food, and ammunition supplies are left!" Fujino already had a very bad premonition in his mind, and asked with a frown.

"Six mountain guns, less than 100,000 catties of grain, 360 rounds of mountain artillery shells, 13 mortars, 550 shells, 80,000 heavy machine gun bullets, and less than 250,000 light machine gun and rifle bullets!" The chief of staff replied with his head bowed and in a mosquito-like voice.

"Baga, cunning Eighth Route Army!" Lieutenant General Fujino was furious and cursed.

The chief of staff reminded: "Division commander, we are running out of food and ammunition supplies left, we must rush to Taiyue immediately to get new ammunition supplies!" ”

Fujino, who was slowly calming down, ordered with a calm face: "Order the troops to continue to speed up~"

"In addition to weapons, ammunition and dry food, throw away all the other things that can be thrown on your body, move forward lightly, and rush to Taiyue in the shortest possible time!"

Fujino didn't know that the armored raid that had just ended was just an appetizer that Wang Ping had prepared for him.

In Songling Village, the only way ahead for him, a group of fortifications more than three kilometers deep was the main dish that the new group prepared for them.

Fujino held back his anger and hurried forward for less than two hours, when a burst of gunfire rang out at the position of the forward troops.

"Division commander, there is a blocking position of the Eighth Route Army in front!" Soon, a second lieutenant communications officer brought the news that Fujino wanted to know most.

"An infantry squad in the forward was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army, caught off guard, and the whole army was wiped out!"

"Baga, why can you meet the Eighth Route Army wherever you go, you can't get rid of it!" Fujino held back the anger in his stomach and rubbed it all out.

Then he ordered: "Artillery, transfer all the artillery, and transfer another brigade over, and strive to take the blocking position of the Eighth Route Army in front of you with one attack!" ”

"This is still a new regiment base, and now that our ammunition is gone, if we delay here for one more minute, we will be more dangerous, and it is even possible to be completely annihilated here by the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army!"

Two kilometers away, on a hilltop plateau, Rong Jun and Yan Song stood in a simple headquarters without even a roof, holding binoculars, motionless and staring at the fire dragon formed by the devils with torches at the foot of the mountain.

"Lao Yan, the little devils are setting up artillery, they definitely want to break through our defense line with one attack!" The Invalids reminded with a frown.

"I believe in the troops I brought out single-handedly...... The political commissar just reported that there are not many shells and artillery left for the little devils under the mountain, and they may not be able to hold on to the shelling with all their strength for even half an hour. In addition, the little devil plane can't come, so it's no problem to stay until dawn! Yan Song replied confidently.

"It's not okay to work hard!" The Invalids continued to remind.

"Forget the political commissar's explanation, we still have at least eight of the same line of defense behind us, even if one line of defense guards for two hours and kills five hundred little devils, eight lines of defense come down, then we can kill at least one four or five thousand little devils."

"So, there is no need for us to fight with the little devils and let our comrades throw their lives here in vain!"

Yan Song immediately replied: "Don't worry, I just said it!" ”

With that, the two of them shifted their gaze back to the battlefield at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps sounded behind the two of them, and then the voice of the signal soldier came from the military area.

"Battalion commander, regiment commander urgent!"

The invalids took the telegram and looked at it by the lantern, and soon, a touch of excitement flowed from the invalids' faces.

"Is there any good news......" Yan Song leaned his head over and asked!

"Good news, and great news!" The Invalids replied excitedly.

"The head of the regiment asked us to prepare a big gift for the little devil!"

"An appetizer a few hours ago, the armored assault battalion killed nearly 1,500 little devils, and also intercepted ninety percent of the food and ammunition supplies carried by the little devils with the army, and the mountain artillery alone captured eighteen guns, as well as a large number of mortars!"

"Here is the main dish we prepared for the devils, the regiment commander asked us to seize the rest of the night to kill some more little devils, consume more ammunition, and reduce the pressure of our daytime operations!"

Yan Song, who received the telegram, also showed a very excited smile on his face after reading the telegram.

"Battalion Commander Rong, the regiment commander even sent us a way!"

"Several battalions of troops are nearby, and the mountain artillery seconded by the armored assault battalion can also come over in an hour, with their cooperation, the mission given to us by the regiment commander will definitely be successfully completed, and it is possible to inflict heavy damage on them!"

"Then we will arrange it according to the method of the regiment commander!" The Invalids affirmed.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Soon, a violent explosion sounded at the base of the hill.

Six mountain guns, more than a dozen mortars, shells don't cost money, but they can fire shells at the position.

In less than two minutes, the positions that the guerrillas and the common people had worked so hard to build were bombed into smoke and potholes.

"Division commander, the position in front of you is newly built, it is impossible to reinforce it with reinforced concrete, and some logs are used for the top of the sky! With such heavy artillery fire, even if we can't raze their positions to the ground, they can almost destroy them! The powerful artillery fire allowed the chief of staff to regain some confidence, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

Fujino took advantage of a face, and there was no change.

After waiting for a few seconds, he stared at the chief of staff and asked, "Just maintain this artillery intensity, how long can we have the remaining shells last!" ”

"Ten minutes to the sky!" The chief of staff silently calculated in his mind and answered.

Fujino's face became even more unsightly, and after thinking for a few seconds, he ordered: "Then fight for another five minutes, and after five minutes, the troops will start attacking!" Leave five minutes of shells on spare! The battles we encountered tonight were all too coincidental, one ring after another, which was very in line with the combat style of the old opponent Wang Ping! ”

"I feel like we've been caught up in one of his schemes, and we can't get out of it, we can only fight our way through!"

"If that's the case, leaving a few hundred shells behind can save lives at a critical moment!"

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