The Fukuda Brigade is the first infantry brigade of the Otsuka Wing, and the captain of the brigade, Fukudaoka Shaosa, is exactly the "samurai flow" that Kosuke Otsuka admires the most; In today's first large-scale battle after a break of more than two months, Otsuka put Fukudaoka in the vanguard position, just to use his fierceness and ferocity to make a good start.

But what Kosuke Otsuka never expected was that his first captain, in the first wave of attacks on the Toyoden city wall this morning, fell.

Along with Fukudaoka, nearly a hundred officers and soldiers fell, and they were only sixty or seventy meters from the city wall when they were suddenly shot by the defenders. The soldiers of the Shina Army at the head of the city were longing, and their firepower was so strong that it greatly exceeded the pre-war predictions.

Kosuke Otsuka's face couldn't help but change abruptly.

Since there was a relatively wide highway outside the north city of Fengdian, and there was open land on both sides of the road, there was no shelter to rely on, Otsuka saw that the officers and soldiers of the Futian Brigade quickly turned from running to lying down in order to avoid the dense rain of bullets from above the city wall. Of course, in addition to those who lie down, there are also those who are knocked down. And the soldiers who were lying on the ground looked very difficult when they fought back against the three-meter-high city wall. And in the bare wilderness, even if you lie down, you will still be constantly killed and wounded by the Chinese army.

Otsuka realizes that he has paid the price for underestimating the enemy. But he tried his best to stabilize his mood, and after quickly judging the situation, Otsuka ordered the field artillery brigade to open fire again and bombard the head of Fengdian Castle again, striking at the defenders on the one hand, and winning the opportunity for the Futian brigade to retreat on the other.

The order was given to the Fukuda brigade to retreat. What had been like a rising tide of attack had now turned into a retreat that was like a low tide. The soldiers of the Futian Brigade in the middle of the queue continued to lie down in their places and fired back at the city; The crowd at the front of the crowd began to quickly get up and run to the rear, supporting the wounded and dragging the corpses along the way; When they withdrew from the ranks, those who fought back got up and ran back, while the soldiers at the rear began to fire cover the city until the whole group had withdrawn from their attacking positions. At the same time, the field artillery brigade also stopped shelling.

More than 100 people were lost, half of whom were killed and half wounded. The captain of the brigade, Fukudaoka Shaosa, was shot in the left leg, and the injuries were not serious.

The wing headquarters in the field tent, Kosuke Otsuka roared angrily.

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At the head of Fengdian City, the officers and soldiers of the 391st Regiment breathed a long sigh of relief, they were miserable by the devil artillery, they did not expect their infantry to fight so hard, and after only one round of contact, they retreated back in an uproar.

At the head of the city, soldiers with faces blackened by smoke and fire, and some even began to cheer.

Zhao Mutou felt a burst of shock.

The commander of the special agent company saw the amazing tactical quality of this unit from the action of calmly retreating in batches after the Japanese army was attacked by a sudden attack, and on the premise that he had obviously received an order to retreat. They even took away all the corpses without abandoning, and at this moment under Fengdian City, except for the faintly visible bloodstains, the Japanese army did not even drop a steel helmet.

Good boy!

The commander of the first battalion also seemed to smell something, he ran to Zhao Mutou's side, who was carefully scanning the battlefield with a telescope, and asked:

"Wood, why did the devil retreat so quickly?"

"It's not a good thing," Zhao Mutou replied gloomily: "Tell your people, don't be too happy, count the ammunition, and carry the seriously injured and killed down quickly!" I'll go back to the regimental headquarters. ”

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The regimental headquarters of the 391st Regiment, before receiving a call from the commander of the first battalion from the head of the city, listened attentively to the movement of the guns there. At first, the sound of dense shooting appeared and disappeared, and the clearest in the middle should be the roar of the Makqin heavy machine gun---- the 391st Regiment had a total of 4 Makqin, after judging the Japanese army's attempt to focus on attacking Beicheng, Qin Zhongxiao transferred 3 of them to a battalion---- which symbolized that the Japanese infantry began to charge; But suddenly the explosion of field artillery shells roared again, which puzzled the people at the regimental headquarters: experience told them that the Japanese infantry and artillery coordination was quite rigorous, and once the infantry charged, the artillery often died down in order to prevent accidental injury to their own people.

Until the gunfire on that side fell silent, and a battalion commander called to report the battle.

Qin Zhongxiao was a little proud, he said to his chief of staff: "I'll just say, no matter how powerful the little devil's artillery is, if you want to solve the battle, you have to rely on the infantry." A battalion of good job! ”

Soon, Zhao Mutou and the shopkeeper of the silk village ran in one after another. Zhao Mutou went straight to the hall of the regiment headquarters, and the shopkeeper Wang was greeted by his wife Xia Lily, who came up from the courtyard, and pounced.

Xia Lily has always been reserved, but compared to her naughty and lively maid Sun Nier, she is more serious. But at this moment, the beautiful hostess, even ignoring the constant comings and goings of officers and soldiers in the courtyard, rushed forward and hugged her husband: she was really frightened.

The county chamber of commerce, where the shopkeeper Wang is located, temporarily organized a field support team this morning to deliver water and food to the officers and soldiers defending the city, and to help transport the wounded and even weapons and ammunition. He went out before dawn, and only ran back at this moment, and the tired and thirsty shopkeeper Wang, holding Xia Lily, could not hide his excitement and said:

"Don't be afraid, the little devil has been beaten back!"

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The rumbling sound of artillery from the direction of Fengdian finally attracted the attention of the second battalion of the Eighth Route Army cleaning the battlefield in Dawangyu, and the bloody battle was over.

Xia Lianshan was anxious, he had already captured several soldiers of the 12th Brigade of the Jin Army one after another, and got to the bottom of the situation in Fengdian, but none of these routs who were defeated by the Japanese cavalry before they reached the city could be explained clearly.

In a hurry, Xia Lianshan found the battalion commander and asked for permission to take one or two platoons of people and lean in the direction of Fengdian. However, before Feng Changzhi could answer, Liu Shu on the side roared angrily, the instructor who had just finished reprimanding the staff officer of the Jin Army, vented all his anger on Xia Lianshan's head:

"With a platoon, two platoons? Deputy Company Commander Xia, you're quite modest, why don't you bring the whole battalion with you?! ”

Xia Lianshan was taken aback, and looked at the instructor whose face was distorted because of excitement in a daze, who pointed at everything with one finger and continued to shout:

"Just because you brought back this information last night, the second battalion inexplicably engaged in this ambush! You see, how many good comrades were killed and wounded? Is this an ambush? It's suicide! Are the devil's cavalry so easy to mess with? In order to rescue the remnants of Yan Xishan's defeated soldiers who escaped, the second battalion sacrificed fourteen people today! There are also dozens of minor and serious injuries! This is serious adventurism! Now, what are you going to do with someone to Fengdian? Is the life of your sister's family so noble? To risk the lives of so many comrades in the second battalion?! ”

Liu Shu's voice reverberated in the silent valley, and many soldiers from the second battalion looked silently over here.

Xia Lianshan, who was originally anxious, was actually reprimanded so harshly, and the instructor, who was kind and quiet on weekdays, even had a hideous meaning at this time. Anxious, nervous, stunned, and aggrieved, Xia Lianshan, who had always respected the instructor, stood there straight, unable to say a word, but tears were rolling down from his eyes.

Feng Changzhi hurriedly played a round: "Instructor, Deputy Company Commander Xia didn't mean that. ”

Wu Zijian didn't do it, he just asked the hygienist to rescue Xiao Junping, the staff officer of the Jin Army who was unconscious, in Wu Zijian's opinion, Xiao Junping was scolded by Liu Shu and fainted, and now, this instructor is angry at Xia Lianshan again, Wu Zijian grabbed Liu Shu in one step, and startled the latter who was still talking:

"Instructor, please pay attention to your identity when you speak! Lian Shan just cared about his relatives, and he didn't say anything about the noble of his family's life! As for the treatment of friendly troops, please also pay attention to proportion, the Jin army and we are both national troops, in case of danger, how can we watch them being cut down by devils? This staff officer Xiao who was scolded by you and fainted, Li Tianlin saw him desperately with a saber and devils; Over there, there are also the corpses of the female soldiers of the friendly army, the female squad leader of their communications squad, who would rather die than give in and commit suicide and martyrdom! You should show respect to them! ”

Liu Shu was also stunned, he was usually more afraid of this lawless deputy battalion commander, and at this time, in front of so many commanders and fighters and friendly troops, he was almost scolded by Wu Zijian with his face. Liu Shu couldn't help but take a step back, he realized that his words and deeds were indeed a bit out of shape: they were all stimulated by the heavy cost of casualties.

People stepped forward to pull away the swords-rattling brawlers.

Wu Zijian calmed down and turned to focus on the trophies: the capture of forty-one pony guns (author's note: pony pistols are the Eighth Route Army's affectionate name for mounted guns), one pistol (*), forty-six sabers, and twenty-eight military horses. Obviously, there are devils who have fled and dropped their sabers, and there are also war horses that have lost their owners and fled with the horse team.

Wu Zijian did not forget to secretly order a few company commanders to let the soldiers help the Jin army clean up the corpses, and at the same time collect their guns, as long as there is no master, they will all be forcibly collected!