The commander of the 103rd Brigade, General Yamada Meiji, was also so angry that his face was blue at this time, and he had no human appearance, and he shouted loudly: "They all blame me, they are too light on the enemy!" If we had used not one wing, but two wings, or more troops, we would have been able to capture this hill. Our tactics this time were a failure, the Chinese army was 10,000 people, and our infantry only had 3,000 people, 3,000 people against 10,000 people, no. Next time, we're going to use more forces to take them down in one fell swoop. ”

Ogisu Libing nodded and said: "General Yamada Meiji, you are right, we call it a refueling tactic, and we can only be swallowed up by the Chinese army with superior strength and superior firepower little by little. This is a taboo in the use of troops. ”

Yamada Meiji said: "Your Excellency General Ogisu Libing, I request that in addition to the remaining 65th Infantry Wing, we ask for the cooperation of other brigades and regiments, and I will personally lead them to take Honghua Mountain in one fell swoop, if I can't take Honghua Mountain, I won't come back." ”

Ogisu Libing thought for a while and said, "It's okay, in the next attack, in addition to your 103rd Brigade, the 26th Brigade will also be on it, which is almost the entire strength of our 13th Division, and there will be no reserves." I hope that this time, Honghua Mountain can be taken in one fell swoop, as long as Honghua Mountain is taken, even if it is a stab in the stomach of the Chinese army, the rest of the places will be easy to do. ”

Yamada Meiji stood up and shouted loudly: "Hayi! So he hurried to get ready to go.

On the afternoon of September 4, the Japanese army began the second battle to attack Honghua Mountain.

This attack seemed to be much simpler, without the cover of aviation, without the suppression of heavy artillery, only light and heavy machine guns poured wildly for a while, and then the devil infantry of the three wings began to shout and launched a desperate attack on the position of Honghua Mountain.

Han Xing of the Honghua Mountain Command Post can be regarded as having seen what a group attack is, more than 10,000 bayonets are shining with an eerie cold light, more than 10,000 steel helmets are shining with a dazzling light under the reflection of the dazzling sun, and even the yellow front composed of more than 10,000 soldiers is also a big one, and the yellow pressure swept from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain.

"Director Zhang," Han Xing yelled.

"Here!" Director Zhang of the Planning Department had been waiting for a long time and was standing in front of Han Xing.

"Contact Xu Da immediately and tell him to do whatever it takes, don't pity the bomb, and go all out for an air attack! No...... I'll do it myself! ”

Han walked to the staff room next to him and yelled at the telegraph operator he brought: "Xu Da, Xu Da, do you see it!" The little devil is on the line! What is the meat bite full of mouth, the mouth is full of oil, this is ah! You can't spare them! ”

Tick-tock radio waves were quickly launched into the air, and then through the air, to all parts of space.

After a while, Xu Da's reply came: "Don't worry, Chief of Staff Han, this will make them walk around without eating!" ”

"Okay!" Han Xing roared loudly and said, "It's a mule or a horse, it's up to you!" ”

Then, Han Xing resolutely walked into the headquarters, picked up a telescope, and observed the movement of the Japanese attack.

4 Y-8-transport aircraft, under the cover of 4 J-20 fighters, pressed on the heads of the attacking troops of the 13 division. Then, one by one, the Y-8-transport aircraft began to drop aerial bombs. This time, the density of the bombs was strengthened, that is, an aerial bomb of 50 meters, and the dense bombs formed a 160-meter-wide death zone.

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-" ......

Didn't the little devil lie down to avoid the bullet, then stand and die!

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-"

One Y-8-transport plane was blown up, and another plane continued to blow up, like a loom, weaving the death zone one after another.

Countless bombs rang out, countless shock waves were strongly destroying the little devil's shock formation, countless shrapnel was cutting the little devil's body, and countless smoke was burying the little devil's team. Although there are only 8 planes in the sky, these 8 planes are tantamount to a huge factory that creates death, harvesting the lives of the little devils over and over again.

In the command post of Honghua Mountain, Chen Ruihe's face was flushed, his coat had already been thrown off, he was wearing only a shirt, and he shouted loudly: "Bomb! Explode! up hard! It's good to blow them up, and if they all die, it will save us trouble. ”

Xiang Xianju, the chief of staff of the 36th Division, lost his temper again, he hugged Han Xing tightly from behind, hugged Han Xing all of a sudden, shook the circle, and shouted loudly: "My mother! Oh my dear father! Is this our Air Force, how can I feel like a dream! Is this our Air Force! Is this our Air Force? ”

Han Xing couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly: "Strangled me, put it down, put it down!" I can't breathe. ”

Zhang Xiaosan had to run over again, looking at Han Xing and Xiang Xianju with a smile, if Xiang Xianju didn't let go of Han Xing, he would have to make a move.

Xiang Xianju realized his gaffe again, quickly let go of Han Xing, and said embarrassedly to Han Xing: "I'm sorry!" Chief of Staff Han, he lost his temper. However, I still wonder how many bombs can these bombers hold, and why can't they keep throwing them out? ”

"20 tons." Han Xing said unceremoniously.

"20 tons ......" Xiang Xianju's eyes widened in surprise and said, "In other words, it is 100 times that of an ordinary aircraft." In other words, this plane can top 100 little devils, and I can't complain, the Southern Expeditionary Army is a cow! Cow! I'm really convinced!! ”

Several of them are soldiers, and they are all estimating how many devils can be killed and injured in this round of air raids. Several people have estimated a bottom number, which is 2,500 people.

The plane finished dropping the bomb and flew away, leaving only one piece here and there, all the parts of the little devil's body. There were not many corpses, because the corpses had rolled down the mountain, and a small hill was formed under the mountain, which was the corpse of the devil.

There were many who were alive and couldn't get up from the ground, and they were all seriously injured, and they tried their best to lie on the ground and not move, so as not to roll down the mountain, and if they did, the living would fall to their deaths. In the future, they will be disabled for the rest of their lives, and they will have to rely on others for the rest of their lives.

Then the heavy artillery battalion of the 36th Division roared, with 12 75-mm mountain guns and 4 37-mm anti-aircraft guns roaring together. "Boom-" "Boom-" Round after round of shells fell on the crowd of devils, causing casualties one after another.

Rampage, arrogant, and arrogant, the standing devil was brutally attacked for a while, with broken arms and legs, broken guns, and steel hats, all flying into the sky, and it took a long time before falling heavily.

After this round of blows, more than 500 devils have met Hades.

In the end, most of the devils stepped into the position of the 36th Division, and of course they were bombarded by a bunch of grenades, and those who could escape from the grenades were of course fatal.

The little devil who didn't die is really anxious, Baga! You have killed so many of our Japanese, you are all dead, and I don't understand my hatred for the dead, and I will break you into thousands of pieces.

The 36th Division is worthy of being a German armament division, not only in terms of equipment, but also in terms of ideology, that is, to unconditionally carry out the orders of the superiors, and would rather die than retreat! I've been waiting for you to come up, little devil, so let's give you a taste of the power of our official rifles!

So, rows of bullets poured down on the little devils, and despite this, the little devils with big lives got out of the rain of bullets and smashed into the trenches of the 36th Division.

The soldiers of the 36th Division were also red-eyed, and they met them with bright medium rifle bayonets, and the white-knuckle battle began. The little devil wanted to kill the Chinese soldiers, and the soldiers of the 36th Division also had to kill the little devils, and the enemies saw each other, and their eyes were red, and the sound of the bayonets of the ping-pong pong, the roar of the people when they stabbed, the messy gunshots, and the "fluttering" sound of people falling to the ground were mixed together.

The little devils who rushed into the position of the 36th Division were getting higher and higher, the front ones fell, and the rear ones continued to rush up, the living and the dead, layer upon layer, overlapping each other. The 36th Division would rather die than retreat, the front one fell, and the one behind continued to hold on, don't you want to go over, then step on my corpse!

Life and life were consumed in a rain of bullets and bayonets. Every meter that the Japanese army advanced had to pay for countless lives, and the same was true of the 36th Division, every time it held a trench, it had to consume the precious lives of countless soldiers!

The bloody battle lasted from noon to dusk, and the 13th Division finally attacked halfway up the mountain with the lives of thousands of soldiers, but if it attacked further, it could not be attacked. The attacking troops were either killed or wounded, but there was no one left for the reinforcements, and they could no longer continue to support the front troops who were attacking with their heads up.

Looking at the position of the 36th Division, there are still several trenches, blocking thousands of Chinese soldiers who have to fight for their lives.

As soon as the Japanese troops stopped for a while, several heavy machine gun and light machine gun bullets poured down from above and pressed on the heads of the Japanese soldiers.

The Ogishu soldiers, who were supervising the battle with binoculars in the back, shook their heads helplessly, sighed and said, "This attack has failed again!" ”

He said to a staff officer, "Tell Yamada Meiji to retreat!" ”

The flag soldier issued an order to Yamada Meiji, but Yamada Meiji also issued a flag message to the Ogishu soldiers, saying: "Our 103rd Brigade is all killed in battle, and if we do not retreat, we will die on Honghua Mountain." ”

Ogi Libing shook his head helplessly again, and said to the staff officer: "There is no point in attacking again. Let's tell them to retreat, to keep the roots of our imperial army, they have done their best. ”

The bannerman had to give the order to Yamada Meiji again. Yamada Meiji calmed down a little, and also felt that he couldn't attack the main peak of Honghua Mountain at all, so he had to give the order to retreat.

When the attack was made, it was so majestic, what a spirit, what a majestic mountain and how majestic the mountains and rivers were, and the attacking troops of nearly 10,000 people dyed half of the Honghua Mountain yellow. But looking at the way he was retreating now, it really made Yamada Meiji's heart shudder, there were less than 4,000 people in the full fight, and they were either seriously injured or lightly injured, and there were very few who were not injured, all of them were gray and dirty, very tired, as if they were twenty years old all of a sudden.

Where are those people, they are all honest now, and they are all lying quietly at the foot of the mountain, not moving. Dead bodies do not speak, only resentment or sorrow.

During the retreat, Japanese soldiers continued to fall, due to recurrence of injuries and illness, coupled with excessive fatigue, and some were hit by stray bullets from the Chinese army.

As long as the bones roll down the mountain, their fate can be imagined.

That is, the 13th Division could no longer organize a large offensive.