Mortar shells fell on the position one after another, and the 92 Heavy Machine, which had just emerged, did not speak, only the Taisho 11-year-style crooked handle, scattered a few point shots, and then quickly changed the position.

The squad leader of a squadron made a gesture, and the assault group of two riflemen and a light machine gunner began to move on the left side, and the heavy machine guns around the squad leader also fired fiercely to cover the attack.

A grenadier group of two other infantry quickly ran to the dead end of enemy fire, which was under a hanging wall, where neither rifles nor shells could hit directly.

The two soldiers removed the grenade from their waists, unscrewed the tail cap, bit the drawstring with their mouths, and after a pause of a few seconds, threw it with all their might.

A devil's steel helmet rolled down, and there were still fresh blood stains on the steel helmet.

"Brothers, rush!" The squad leader jumped up from the tunnel, and the rest of the soldiers, except for the heavy machine gunners and snipers, all bent on their waists, did various tactical cover maneuvers, and launched a charge.

In the scissor-shaped mirror, Hu Lian watched the soldiers rush up the hill, nodded imperceptibly, although the momentum of the attack was not fast, but it was advancing step by step, at this speed, it would not take all the positions in three days.

When he rejected Xu Ming's suggestion, Hu Lian had no way out, otherwise, not only would he not be able to pay the difference to the above, but the officers below would no longer obey him.

"Nani? No reply yet! Call the commander of Gangcun again, our troops have already suffered casualties, ask for tactical guidance! Request tactical guidance! ”

Walking around in the bunker anxiously was the captain of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army, Mitamura Masanosuke Osa, this old man was also unlucky, he had a good life in the logistics base of Meishan, but he was beaten violently by Hu Lian with 20,000 people, and now there is only one breath left.

The radio squad leader looked at Mita, who was about to go berserk, and said with a sad face: "Your Excellency, Wing Commander, 15 minutes ago, Major Commander Miyamoto called and said that the people of China were ready to retreat, and suggested that our army pursue!" ”

"Yaga!" Mita didn't care about the humility of the upper and lower, and still pursued, just now an enemy army had hit a distance of less than 300 meters from him, and now the 9th Wing of the Baggage Burden has suffered most of the casualties, what is it in this state to pursue.

If Masanosuke Mitamura leads an infantry wing, it is not impossible to fight with the opponent, it is a big deal to have a long live assault, but he knows the baggage troops, more than 3,000 baggage soldiers, only half of them have guns!

The others are all pulling big cars, driving cars, feeding horses, disinfecting, what kind of repairmen, oh yes, there are more than 1,000 North Korean coolies, and now they got together and were caught.

Seeing the fierce attack of the squadron, and thinking of the several telegrams sent to him by the 11th Army, Mita wanted to cry without tears.

The Japanese army's baggage troops are relatively not inferior in combat effectiveness, but this is relative to the baggage troops of other countries, and compared with the infantry, the biggest weakness is not that they do not have enough weapons, but that the tactical training of each unit is poor.

Hu Lian had already discovered that a normal Japanese infantry unit was well-trained in any situation, and the riflemen, light and heavy machine guns and grenadier infantry guns were very coordinated, and the will to fight was also very strong. However, the firepower of the Japanese army in front of him was quite average, and the counteroffensive after the loss of the position also felt perfunctory.

Hu Lian took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said to the adjutant next to him: "Order all troops, concentrate firepower, shoot out all shells before dusk, and prepare to launch a general attack!" ”

More than 20 mountain guns suddenly roared, and the shells swept past the last positions of the Japanese army like a violent wind, followed by a deafening explosion, and Masanosuke Mitamura felt that the ground underground was constantly trembling, and then the dust on the bunker fell...

Okamura Ninji was wearing an ordinary combat uniform, and a group of staff and subordinates stood on a high ground, and the road below the high ground was a Japanese armored convoy, which was constantly advancing in the direction of Dean.

Gangcun pointed to the Japanese army like the emperor worm, and was full of spirit, "Order the armored troops, advance at full speed, don't think about the flanks, don't think about supplies, don't hesitate, don't stop until De'an!" ”

"Hay!" The subordinates next to him bent down as a sign of obedience.

Okamura smiled with satisfaction, and this well-planned operation exceeded his expectations. The complete suddenness of the attack, the concentration of forces and firepower, the use of special forces, and the coordination of the front and the flanks made it a lightning attack that could be called a textbook military operation.

The people next to him seemed to feel the good mood of their commander, and the big fat adjutant Nanfang Wai Mao said cooperatively: "According to the advance speed of our army, we can reach De'an at noon tomorrow, and completely cut off the Nanxun line, counting from the early morning of the 21st, it will be less than 100 hours, setting the fastest speed since the Battle of Wuhan." ”

The south took the lead, and the rest dared to lag behind, and on the slopes, sycophants continued to tout, masking the roar of the armored forces.

Everyone was blowing coolly, and suddenly an officer in a staff uniform rushed in the distance.

It was Miyaichi Inoue, a logistics staff officer, who gasped and bent down to hand Okamura a telegram.

"Your Excellency Commander, Mita Daisa... Requesting tactical guidance? ”

Gangcun frowned and took the telegram.

"Your Excellency, Commander Gangmura, Commander of the Yoshizumi Division, since the 22nd, this wing has been attacked day and night by more than ten times the elite troops of China, and since yesterday, all the garrisons in various positions on the periphery have been shattered, and the wing has no ability to counterattack. Now, the Chinese army has invested dozens of heavy artillery and aviation to attack together, and this wing has suffered all casualties, so I ask for tactical guidance! ”

No one spoke on the hill, and the air seemed to have stagnated at that moment, so quiet that the sound of Inoue's staff officer panting could be heard.

Okamura closed his eyes, his hand holding the telegram was trembling, and he opened his eyes and said with difficulty, "Let the Ikeda detachment run again." ”

"I'm afraid it's too late!" Inoue Miyichi reminded.

Okamura Ninji shook his head bitterly, "Do your best, maybe a miracle will happen." ”

In this world, if you say that the most depressed person, it is none other than Naozo Ikeda of the 136th Brigade of the 145th Brigade of the 106th Division. For the attack on Jinguanqiao and other places, his troops were responsible for the flank and rear cover, and they did not get any credit; After the attack was completed, he received an order to let him rescue the baggage troops of the 9th Wing of Meishan, he didn't say a word, he took his own wing and a mountain artillery brigade from the mountain path, but he didn't expect to go halfway, a communication soldier who ran prostrationly told him that there was no need to rescue, and the Chinese army had been repelled by the heroic and invincible imperial army.

Then let's go back, but the Japanese troops at Jinguanqiao had already slammed forward along the railway line, and the Ikeda detachment, in order to catch up with the troops in front, did not take any rest, and ran at full speed with the troops, carrying mountain artillery barrels, carrying gun carriages, and carrying heavy machine gun components, and thousands of devils were racing wildly.

Ah, finally catching up with the main force of the division, Wing Commander Naozan Ikeda breathed a sigh of relief, and then, a herald from the division came softly and brought him a gentle telegram.

Ikeda shook his head, feeling dizzy a little better, but his ears began to roar, and when his hearing returned to normal, he sat down on the ground with a sore calf.

The herald looked at the poor wing commander and said embarrassedly: "Your Excellency, Mita's troops are already in an extremely dangerous situation. ”

Akida stared at the herald and shook his head helplessly, he got up, gestured, and ran back.

Behind him, those who carried the barrels of mountain guns, those who carried the gun carriages, and those who carried heavy machine gun components staggered up again, heading in the direction of Meishan.

In Meishan, a blue sky and white Japanese army flag full of bullet holes was fluttering, and under the military flag, a plaster flag like a rag was thrown on the ground.

Not far away, a thick fire lit up the sky, and since last night, a large number of grain and grass baggage here have been ignited, and it has not been burned all night.

The scorching heat of the flames bent everyone's hair, but Hu Lian and all the officers and soldiers did not dodge one by one, but happily surrounded the fire, and from time to time there were laughter.

Of course, there are also frustrated and painful, more than 1,000 "two devils" holding their heads in their hands, squatting on the ground, and occasionally one looks up, revealing a frightened expression.

"As of the early hours of this morning, according to incomplete statistics, there were 3,123 corpses of enemy invaders, 1,156 people were captured, and they were captured..."

Hu Lian listened to the battle report with satisfaction, and disobeyed Xu Ming's suggestion, it was a huge gamble, and he won the bet. He was very grateful and respected Xu Ming, but he never thought that he would have to listen to Xu Ming's arrangements in any military command.

An excellent or even outstanding general must have his own opinions, and he is not afraid of any authoritative opinions, Hu Lian knows that he has now become a real general.

The sound of ticking and ticking came, and a messenger on horseback galloped over from afar, ran to Hu Lian, dismounted and gave a military salute.

"Report to the division's seat, thousands of Japanese troops were found in the southwest, and they came from the small road."

"Hmm," Hu Lian nodded and smiled.

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