Shigemi Ohara summoned the four squadron leaders under his command to the brigade headquarters for a short meeting, and it turned out that the attrition of the four infantry squadrons was very serious, the Noguchi squadron had the smallest casualties, but there were only about 100 people, the Takeda squadron with the largest casualties was less than 60 people, and the entire special operations brigade was only less than 500 people.

Considering that the support that the navy could provide was quite limited, and there were no tanks and artillery, Ohara Shigemi transferred 80 elite troops from the squadrons of Takeda, Maehara, and Murayama, as well as the brigade headquarters, to supplement the Noguchi squadron, and ordered the Noguchi squadron to stay at the brigade headquarters to recuperate, but let the remaining three half-disabled infantry squadrons take turns to attack Fortress Hill.

Ohara Shigemi's intention is very clear, that is, through the three half-crippled infantry squadrons of Takeda, Maehara, and Murayama, the ammunition and sharpness of the defenders of Fortress Mountain will be consumed as much as possible, and when the time is zuihou, almost before dawn, the long-recuperated Noguchi squadron will be dispatched to give the defenders of Fortress Hill a fatal blow.

Ohara Shigemi's cold gaze swept over the faces of the three squadron leaders under him one by one, and said in a deep voice: "Maehara-san, Murayama-san, and Takeda-san, everything is please." ”

"Hello!" The three little devils suddenly bowed their heads and hurriedly took the order.

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Xu Shijiu was closing his eyes and recuperating.

For danger, Xu Jiu has a keen intuition that is almost like a beast, he has smelled the smell of death from the air full of blood and gunsmoke, and Little Japan is also an undying dead character, after suffering losses one after another, it will inevitably be a more crazy counterattack, and then the next battle will be extremely cruel.

The good thing is that the atmosphere on the battlefield is much more lively than just now.

After Xu Shijiu said the four words of the 19th Route Army in public, the 100 or so remnants of the 61st Division suddenly seemed to have changed people, and began to talk and laugh, since the Min Mutiny, the word rebel has been pressing on their hearts, pressing them out of breath, but now, they can finally let go.

The Nineteenth Route Army is not a rebel army, they are also the children of the Chinese people!

"Horn!" Suddenly there was a sudden sound of gunfire under the night sky ahead, and the warning post in front opened fire to warn, which also meant that the Japanese attack had begun again.

The senior generals of small Japan may lack strategic vision, but their middle and lower-level officers have extremely high tactical attainments, and the Japanese army is also very good at learning and summarizing in field battles.

The guard post was a veteran, and he knocked down the Japanese soldier Cao at the front with one shot, but unfortunately, he only had a 38 big cover in his hand, and when he pulled the bolt and tried to push the bullet to load, more than a dozen scorching bullets entered his body almost at the same time, and the veteran's thin body shook violently, and then fell straight back.

Until he took his last breath, the veteran's eyes were always open, as if he was thinking to the dark night sky, weishenme don't give me an automatic rifle? Weishenme doesn't give me a machine gun? If there is a Czech light machine gun, Lao Tzu alone can at least knock down a squad of Japanese soldiers, no, Lao Tzu can stack a squad of devils and an infantry squad.

The gunfire of the Nationalist guard post shattered the Japanese army's dream of a sneak attack, and Lieutenant Takeda scolded Bagayaru, and immediately pulled out his saber and pushed forward, and sixty or seventy Japanese soldiers who were crawling forward behind him jumped up one after another, unfolded a wavy skirmisher line, and crushed the fortress hill with a bright bayonet.

The Japanese army was still far away, and the national army did not shoot rashly, because it was impossible to see far in the dark night, and shooting rashly would only waste precious bullets.

Xu 19 also thought about guiding the Pudong artillery through the flag language, but unfortunately he lacked skills, and among the more than 100 surviving remnants, he was the only one who understood the flag language.

It was not until the Japanese army entered within 50 meters that the national army threw out a row of grenades, and then took advantage of the fire generated by the grenade explosion to aim and shoot, but the distance of 50 meters was too close, and the Japanese army had already rushed into the position to catch its breath, and then there was a tragic white-knives battle, one side was silent, and the other side was screaming.

Under the night sky, the Chinese and Japanese armies tried their best to fight to the death, and the sound of rifles colliding, bayonets entering flesh, and the click of the butts of guns smashing bones, all kinds of sounds were endless.

The white-knuckle battle was brutal, brutal, and short-lived.

In less than 10 minutes, including Lieutenant Takeda, all the forty or fifty Japanese soldiers who broke into the position of the Nationalist Army were reimbursed, and although they were exhausted, although they were exhausted, the remnants of the 61st Division still showed the demeanor of the 19th Route Army of that year, and let the Japanese plant a big somersault on the white-knuckle battle that they were most proud of.

Under the night sky of the artillery Taiwan, there was still a vague echo of the heroic shout of Jiang Guangnai, the commander-in-chief of the 19th Route Army: Fight bayonets, our 19th Route Army has never been afraid of anyone! Japanese? Let them go!

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Even though it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything, Shigemi Ohara stubbornly held a telescope and watched.

When the position of the Nationalist army on the opposite side became silent again, but there was no signal from Lieutenant Takeda to succeed, Owara Shigemi knew that the Takeda squadron was finished.

The Takeda squadron has obviously rushed into the position of the national army, but it still has not been able to succeed?

The Chinese army on the opposite side actually defeated the Takeda squadron in a white-knuckle battle?

Touching the scar on his chin, a chill suddenly rose on the back of Shigemi Owara, and another Chinese army jumped out of his mind, which was also here five years ago, and there was a Chinese army that defeated the imperial army in a white-knuckle battle, and the number of this Chinese army was called the Nineteenth Route Army.

Ohara Shigemi still can't forget the veteran of the 19th Route Army who left a scar on his face, as well as the fierce and vicious captain of the 19th Route Army, this is the most painful and unwilling memory left in his heart, Ohara Shigemi suddenly had a very unpleasant premonition, the national army opposite may be the 19th Route Army of the year!

Captain Fujimoto didn't know what Ohara Shaosa was thinking, and made a suggestion: "Captain, I'm afraid that the Takeda squadron is over, but it is estimated that there are not a few people left in the Shina Army, and I don't think there is any need to send Murayama or Maehara Squadron to waste time, so it is better to immediately join the Noguchi squadron and launch a Zuihou assault on the Shina Army." ”

"Nope." Ohara Shigemi Huo Ran raised his hand, and slowly shook his head and said, "The tenacity of the Shina army on the opposite side is beyond imagination, the imperial army must not be careless, absolutely not careless, order the Murayama squadron to attack one by one in small teams, and then tell Murayama-san to avoid white-knuckle combat with the Shina army as much as possible, and use machine gun fire to eliminate them as much as possible." ”

"This ......" Captain Fujimoto was at a loss when he heard this, trying to avoid white-knuckle combat?

You must know that the Japanese have always admired martial arts, and the essence of bushido is to fight with the enemy's white-knuckle battle, and to mentally destroy the enemy's will to resist with the will to die, but now Ohara Shaosa has ordered the Murayama squadron to avoid white-knuckle fighting, what is going on? Could it be that the Chinese army on the other side is better at white-knuckle warfare than the imperial army?

Captain Fujimoto was just a peasant in Nagoya, and he had never even been on the land army, so he naturally couldn't know the many concerns of Owara Shigemi, but Owara Shigemi was very sober, and he knew that the task of the Owara Brigade was not only to seize the artillery platform, but also to hold out in the artillery platform until the early morning of the 23rd, until the main force of the 3rd Division rushed to land from here.

Therefore, the Owara Brigade must not use the relatively intact Noguchi squadron in the battle to capture Fortress Hill, and this precious force must be retained to resist the frantic counterattack of the Chinese army.

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Although the remnants of the 61st Division defeated the Noda squadron, they also paid a heavy price, including the sixteen seriously wounded, a total of forty-eight were left to breathe, and what was even more serious was that the pitiful ammunition collected from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers was also very little, and now it is really exhausted, no aid, and no one!

With only forty-eight soldiers, it was obviously impossible to hold the defensive line at the foot of the fort that was more than three hundred meters wide, so Xu Shijiu had no choice but to give up the first line of defense, shrink the only force to the second line of defense on the mountainside, and take out his pocket watch to see that the hour hand had just pointed to two o'clock in the morning, and it would be at least three hours before dawn.

The Japanese navy off the coast of Wusong began another round of large-scale shelling, and little Japan seemed to be deeply stabbed by the defeat in the white-knuckle battle just now, and this time the shelling came extremely fiercely, and even more than a dozen gunboats went around the sides of the battery to try to threaten the anticline of the fortress hill, but with little effect.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, but Xu Shijiu's thoughts flew back to Shanghai, and a beautiful shadow appeared in his mind, Jiaxi, my love, farewell......