In ten minutes, in the eyes of Captain Yoshio Hata, who was still in high spirits, the world completely changed......

This Chinese heavy artillery unit went against the normal state of Chinese artillery in the past, and in just ten minutes, poured nearly 100 rounds of 150 mm caliber shells on the hapless Hatian detachment!

What is the concept of a hundred rounds of 150-mm shells that are indiscriminately exploded? In the Battle of Songhu that year, the battle situation was so tragic that the Chinese army only consumed more than 20,000 rounds of artillery shells, most of which were 37 mm and 75 mm small and medium-caliber shells, the largest caliber was only 88 mm, and several 150 mm caliber heavy howitzers were put in the warehouse like treasures by the chairman of the committee. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now nearly a hundred large-caliber shells were smashed down in one go, and the Potian detachment was completely stunned! Until the moment they were blown to pieces, many Japanese soldiers were still wondering in their heads - when did the Chinese also start to play with fire suppression?

Forty percent of the personnel was reduced, 60 percent of the equipment was lost, and the heavy equipment was almost completely lost...... Looking at the battle damage report sent by his subordinates, Harata Yoshio only felt that he wanted to cry without tears - even the shadow of the Chinese had not yet been seen, and the Harata detachment had almost lost its combat effectiveness!

In line with the principle of taking advantage of your illness and asking for your life, Situ Rui ordered the Third Special Operations Regiment to attack on all fronts! Except for a few lightly wounded who stayed behind, the rest of the personnel all participated in the battle, and even the cooks at the regiment headquarters rushed forward with a rice spoon and screaming. There are not many opportunities to beat the water dog, and the Japanese dog who fell into the water is still a Japanese dog, and this kind of thing is even more rare, and it is not encountered in a hundred years.

The Botian detachment definitely didn't calculate the yellow calendar before setting off today, but it's useless to forget it, the land of China is full of gods and Buddhas, and it is estimated that few people are willing to bless these two-legged beasts.

Since he became a soldier, Huang Asheng has never felt so happy as he did today! As a cook in the cooking squad of the battalion headquarters, when his comrades-in-arms wielded knives and guns to fight bravely on the front line on weekdays, he, a stick boy in his early twenties, could only walk around the three-foot pot in the rear, which made him feel very aggrieved. If it weren't for what the deputy brigade commander said originally, the three-foot pot platform is also a battlefield, and only when the brothers are full of food and drink can they have the strength to fight the Japanese, he would have been noisily transferred to the combat squad platoon and the devils desperately.

Today is the day when Huang Asheng completely raised his eyebrows. When he got up early in the morning, he was busy lighting a fire and cooking, and the heavy artillery just now opened his eyes completely. It turns out that the cannon can still play like this, and those three-seven and seven-five cannons in the past, compared with these 150 mm caliber heavy guns, are like children playing at home.

Huang Asheng knew that after a while of shelling, it would definitely be a vicious battle! I have to hurry up and bury the pot to cook, I can't let the brothers go hungry and fight with the devils, right? The emperor is not short of hungry soldiers. Who would have thought that before a pot of rice was cooked, the secretary rushed over with a white face and shouted: "When is it, what kind of rice are you cooking?" The regiment commander ordered, everything that can move, let me go forward! Let's cook a big meal for the devil this time! ”

Before the secretary's words landed, a chubby figure had already rushed out with a "whoop".

"Hey! Huang Asheng, change a kitchen knife! Why are you going to take a spoon? The secretary jumped behind and shouted, but Huang Asheng, who usually looked chubby and not very agile, suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Huang Asheng has never felt so cool as he is today -- he has been a soldier for almost two years, and when he encounters Japanese people along the way, he is either defeated or retreated, and he is always chased by people like dogs and rabbits, running around and being embarrassed. And today, it's all turned upside down! Scattered all over the mountains, shouting slogans and charging were replaced by Chinese soldiers, while those Japanese soldiers who flaunted their might and were invincible in the past are now like lost dogs, and they cannot live in fear.

In order to give full play to his absolute superiority in numbers, Situ Rui ordered the troops of the third regiment to charge as fast as possible after the shelling stopped. Put the battle line in the middle of the Japanese defense line, completely disrupt the layout of the Japanese army, and make it difficult for them to take care of each other, so as to win in the chaos.

By the time Huang Asheng arrived at the battlefield, the whole scene had become a mess. The Chinese artillery greeted them with heavy artillery that cut their heads and covered their faces, and the Japanese army had already suffered heavy casualties. Before they could come to their senses, the Chinese soldiers, who were several times their size, rushed into their camp like tigers descending from the mountain. What's even more frightening is that these Chinese soldiers are different from the ragtag armies with poor equipment and ragged clothes in the past, but well-equipped and imposing elite soldiers! Just the firepower company that rushed ahead, the German-style MP18 submachine gun in Yishui, was enough to make people chill.

Before the Japanese soldiers of the Hatian detachment could organize an effective defense, they were caught off guard by the charge of the Chinese army. First of all, the fire company gave the Japanese army a fiery enough gift, and the dense rain of bullets came like water splashing on their faces, and many Japanese soldiers had just recovered from the shelling, and then they convulsed and danced the dance of death in the rain of bullets. The fire company was followed by two full companies of commandos. These soldiers held bayonets that flashed with cold light, and rushed straight at the Japanese army like tigers entering a flock! The soldiers of the Hakuda detachment were defeated after tightly putting up a weak resistance.

Looking at his subordinates who were slaughtered all over the mountains, Yoshio Harata felt a chill. After this battle, the Hatada detachment was probably removed from the battle sequence of the Japanese Army. He closed his eyes in pain, his lips pursed for a long time, and slowly said to the chief of staff of the detachment beside him: "Miura-kun, the matter has come to this, the defeat of our army is inevitable, and you and I have no power to return to the sky. Order, flag bearer, burn the battle flag and prepare for the battle with all the jade shattered! ”

Hata's words made Junichiro Miura, the chief of staff of the Hakata detachment, feel sad for a while, and the battle situation had developed to this point, which was beyond their control. Originally, I wanted to hold on to the help, but according to the current situation, I am afraid that even if the rescue force comes, there is only the task of collecting the corpses of the entire Potian detachment.

Seeing the Rising Sun Banner in his headquarters turn to ashes in the flames, Yoshio Harata felt that his heart was dripping blood. With a feeble wave of his hand, he withdrew his men. The war belonging to the Harata detachment is over, and he, Yoshio Hata, for the glory of the entire family and the honor of the soldiers, may be the best choice for self-determination.

Huang Asheng, who rushed into the war group brandishing a rice spoon, discovered a very serious problem -- due to the huge difference in numbers, almost every remaining Japanese soldier was greeted by two or three soldiers of the Third Special Operations Regiment. Huang Asheng was stunned for a long time with a rice spoon, stunned that he didn't find a chance to start.

finally had a chance to go to the battlefield, but he couldn't find the target to attack, and the depression in Huang Asheng's heart can be imagined. Just go back like this, and continue to be a gang leader who circles around the pot all day long? This is obviously not the result that Huang Asheng wants.

Huang Asheng, who was determined to kill devils, held a spoon and looked "outstanding and extraordinary" on the entire battlefield, but what made him a little depressed was that the remnants of the Potian detachment were busy fighting with the soldiers of the third special operations regiment several times their size, and no one could care about this chubby and slightly honest young soldier.

Seeing that there was no sense of accomplishment at all in this chaotic battle, Huang Asheng simply held a spoon and rushed towards the rear of the Japanese front. His idea was very simple - since there were no devils to kill in front of him, he would simply go to the rear of the Japanese army and find two devils to open meat! His mind was so full of enthusiasm that he had forgotten that he had only a spoon in his hand.

I have to say that sometimes luck really favors those stunned youths. Due to the chaos of the battle situation, Huang Asheng unscathed out of the formation and rushed to the rear of the Japanese army in the chaos.

As soon as he came out of the crowd, Huang Asheng was a little stunned - he actually rushed into a silent forest.

The woods were not dense, and in the sparse shadows of the trees, a Japanese officer in a white shirt, holding a command knife, looked at the reckless young Chinese soldier in astonishment.

After a short period of stunned, it was Huang Asheng who had an epiphany first, now is not the time to meet, but on the battlefield where the soldiers are in chaos and the sound of killing is shocking. Facing the Japanese in front of him, Huang Asheng shouted: "Lie down for me, you!" The spoon in his hand slashed his head and covered his face.

The depression in Yoshio Harata's heart could not be overstated-the troops were defeated like a mountain, and even the military flag was burned. After this battle, the Hatada detachment could already be removed from the Japanese battle sequence. In order to preserve the glory of the so-called samurai, he had no choice but to apologize for his crimes. In order to avoid being seen by his subordinates that he was depressed, he deliberately withdrew all his subordinates, did not even bring the wrong ones, and found a relatively quiet woods to carry out a "glorious seppuku". What was thought to be a foolproof place turned out to be a young Chinese soldier falling from the sky. Before Yoshio Harata could come to his senses, he saw a round rumbling thing infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes, and then it was black in front of him, and he didn't know anything.

Huang Asheng, who stunned Yoshio Hata, with a spoon, smiled, turned around and wanted to return to the battlefield. He hadn't run far before he stopped, staring at Yoshio Harata's command knife on the ground with bright eyes. I finally went to the battlefield, so I had to leave some thoughts for myself, this command knife is a pretty good trophy.

In the temporary command post of the Third Special Operations Regiment, Regiment Commander Situ Rui was going back and forth in the room like an ant on a hot pot. Han Tiangang, the deputy head of the regiment, said helplessly: "I said the head of the regiment, can we stop for a while?" You've been around for half an hour. You're not tired, I'm dizzy when I look at it. ”

Situ Rui scratched his hair in annoyance and muttered in a low voice, "I'm bored." Do you say that this Yoshio Wave can really grow wings and fly away? ”

When the battle comes to this point, the overall situation is basically decided. The Hatian detachment has been basically wiped out, and the rest of the matter is to slowly eat up the other reinforcements of the Japanese Eleventh Army. It's just that there is one thing that has always kept Situ Rui in his throat - the battlefield has been cleaned three times, but he has not found the figure of the enemy chief Yoshio Hatada!

I can't find Yoshio Hata, although it has no impact on the overall situation, but in the eyes of Situ Rui, who pursues perfection, there is always a little regret.

"Found it, found it!" When Situ Rui was in a hurry, a battalion commander rushed in from outside like a gust of wind, still holding a Japanese five-style command knife in his hand. Situ Rui only glanced at it cursoryly, and his heart suddenly rejoiced-red knife thread, the adjutant commanded the knife! That's it, it's gone!

"Captain! Yoshio Harata, that old devil, found it! Alive! Hahahaha! The commander of the first battalion suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and said to Situ Rui with a smile.

Situ Rui snatched the command knife over, and the words "Botian" engraved on the handle of the knife were impressive.

The commander of the first battalion poured himself a glass of water, drank it all, wiped the water droplets from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "This is also a coincidence, just now I happened to pass by the regimental headquarters cooking class. And I saw a boy there with this knife in his hand. It's also a shame that I kept an eye on it, and I wanted to come over to take a look, it was really Hata's command knife. When I asked this kid to take me over, the old devil was still lying on the ground and hadn't woken up. Good guy, I feel pain when I look at such a big bag on my head. “

Situ Rui listened to him with a smile, and the more he listened, the more wrong he became, and after a long while, he hesitated and asked, "Wait a while, where did you say you saw this knife?" Is there a cooking class in my regimental headquarters? ”

The battalion commander slapped his thigh, his face turned into a flower, and he laughed and said, "That's right! Leader, you would never have thought that Yoshio Harata was stunned by whom! A gang leader in the cooking class of the regimental headquarters! It's a spoon! ”

Situ Rui was stunned, touched the back of his head, lowered his head and said to himself: "This guy is really stunned!" ”