"Brigade commander! Let's go! ”

"Now is definitely the last chance! The enemy must be waiting for an opportunity! ”

Kenyoshi Ikegami, who was in a stiff shape, grabbed a lieutenant's arm and staggered to his feet.

At this time, there was only a complete squadron left by the old devil's side as an escort, and even if all the light and serious wounded were counted, there were no more than three hundred soldiers who could fight.

Such a big loss has made him want to die.

"Kojima-kun, let's prepare a telegram."

"We are samurai of our brother country, and dying on the battlefield is our best destination, and the honor of the brigade cannot be lost."

"Before the enemy can attack, send someone to inform the surviving squadron. Let them move closer to me, be ready for battle, and make sure that ammunition and all heavy weapons can be destroyed at the last minute. ”

The words of the commander of his own brigade seemed to have ignited some kind of fire.

Reason vanished from the eyes of the devils, and everyone present bowed to each other feverishly, and then each ran towards a different goal to deliver orders.

As for the telegram, of course, it was a farewell message sent to the commander of the North China Front, Okamura Ninji.

At this point in the battle, Kenyoshi Ikegami knew that he would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Even the nearest 41st Division is far away at Hengling Pass, thirty miles away. The 9th Separate Mixed Brigade was already a deep lone army, completely isolated.

Just as he was still lamenting that he had died before he left the army, a soldier hurriedly ran over and said:

"Your Excellency, Major General! An unknown number of enemies have appeared on both of our flanks! The opponent has broken through the outermost line of defense! ”

Hearing the news of the start of the battle, Kenkichi Ikegami not only did not panic, but showed a maniacal smile. The old devil pulled out his command knife and swept away the previous haze.

"Good! Let's meet this mysterious enemy! ”

"Even if I die today, I will die on the way to the charge! It's dark and it's dark! Onboard! ”

When a major general's brigade commander personally led the charge, this behavior played a great role in motivating the low-level soldiers.

Although he lost a large number of heavy weapons and all his armored troops, it was more effective in the excellent training of the devils at this time.

When attacking Li Yunlong's troops, the existing officers of the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade at all levels performed their duties. Under their command, several infantry squadrons maintained skirmishers and maintained shock formations.

Each soldier is spaced about five paces apart, spreading out in a line formation from beginning to end. Even if you are inferior in numbers, you don't lose at all in momentum.

Moreover, the devils are not blindly rushing against artillery fire, they maintain mobility while avoiding the firepower network they are facing as much as possible.

Then, as soon as they enter the effective range, the grenadiers will immediately start a counterattack and suppress the opponent's firepower.

This tactic is the comfort zone of the devils and the top priority for attacking the northern defense line of Nakajo Mountain.

If it is a preserved fruit army that lacks veterans, there is a high probability that they will be in a hurry to deal with it, and the waste of ammunition that is not rich will be hit on the air.

Even if the grassroots officers are bloody, they dare to lead their soldiers to fight with the devils with bayonets. They will also suffer heavy losses due to physical fitness and combat experience, and eventually lose their positions due to small accumulations.

But the troops led by Li Yunlong are different, the members are either the elite selected by the entire Eighth Route Army, or the veterans of the fruit who survived the cruel battlefield.

Faced with the devil's desperate fight, the warriors quickly made the most correct choice.

The troops who rushed to the front used the craters blown up by the 1st Air Division to build a defensive line on the spot.

Their mission is not to eliminate many devils, and they don't need to fight the enemy to the death. Just use the superiority in numbers and firepower to block the enemy's charge and buy time for the troops on both flanks.

The troops on both wings were quickly outflanked, and the three sides cooperated to launch a pincer offensive to give full play to their own strengths.

Zhang Dabiao on the battlefield was full of blood, and he originally wanted to drop his hat to vent the excitement in his heart, but he was interrupted by the steel helmet to cast a spell. He looked at the devil who was not afraid of death very unhappily, and gave the order to attack.

"Bring up the mortar! Machine guns and rifles get ready! ”

"Nine hundred and fifty meters away! Potency shot! ”

As soon as the words fell, five artillery crews that followed the advance of the troops began to set up mortars.

They lowered the base, attached the barrel, and adjusted the stand. In just half a minute, the five doors 60 were successfully assembled.

Boring ×5!

Flames erupted from the muzzle of the cannon, and five heavy cannons of poison drew an arc in the air and fell towards the devil queue in front.

Since the advent of sights and an abundance of shells, the artillerymen's hit rate has skyrocketed. In the first round of test firing, four shells achieved good results.

Effective firing is the process of firing in which the effect of direct annihilation, suppression, destruction of targets and hindering the actions of the enemy is carried out.

The five gun crews were running at full speed, and the ammunition men were feeding in a steady stream of shells, and the gunners only had to stuff the shells into the chambers.

Boom Boom!

The new Blond 60-mm mortar is of excellent quality and does not worry about breakdowns even when firing at full speed. The dense artillery fire made it difficult for the devils to walk, and even the skirmishers could not change their lives against the sky.

At this time, the disadvantage of losing the Type 92 infantry gun appeared, because there was no support weapon, and the whole team could only be beaten passively.

During the attack, Kenyoshi Ikegami watched with great distress as the soldiers around him fell one after another on the way to the charge. But he was ready to die in battle, so he had to roar and move on.

"Yaga! Sure enough, it's the Eighth Route Army! ”

"How did they end up in Nakajo Mountain! What the hell is going on! Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on! ”

In order to evade the ground attack of the 1st Air Division, the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade scattered in squadrons. Such an arrangement did allow more soldiers to survive.

However, once a battle broke out, the drawbacks of the lack of unity of command were clearly exposed.

Although Kenyoshi Ikegami ordered the troops to assemble before the battle, Li Yunlong did not give him time. The devils of only two or three squadrons are no different from paper in front of the first regiment of marines.

Light machine guns + various types of mortars fully explain what it means to break with a single stab.

After finally rushing to the range of the 38 big cover and the grenadier canister, before they could start to counterattack, Li Yunlong led hundreds of fighters from the two wings.

The commandos, armed with submachine guns, rushed into the ranks of the devils.

Whether it is the era of cold weapons or modern warfare, once a unit is inserted into the flank with superior forces, it is basically not far from the end of defeat.

The 9th Separate Mixed Brigade was not able to organize a large-scale counterattack at all, and was often dispersed by a metal storm fired by submachine guns as soon as it picked up.

The devils in the chaos are gradually squeezed into the living space, and once there is resistance, a series of bullets will hit them.

Half an hour later, the battle ended.

"Clean up the battlefield! Be fast! ”

"There is a good chance that the enemy will send reinforcements, and there is not much time left for us."

This made the battle not very casualties, but at the cost of consuming a lot of ammunition.

When calculating the ammunition reserves, Grand Master Li seemed to have returned to the old days, and he even picked up a few melon grenades.

As for those enemies who did not die but had lost their combat effectiveness, they were naturally handed over to the soldiers of the Jin Sui Army and the Northwest Army, and there was no policy of preferential treatment of prisoners.

As comrades-in-arms who fight side by side, there is still a tacit understanding of this.

While cleaning up the battlefield, Kenyoshi Ikegami, who was not yet dead, resolutely raised his Southern Fourteen Style. The gun rang out, and the bullet hit the thigh of a Jin Sui army soldier.

Li Yunlong, who happened to be nearby, immediately snatched the big knife in the hands of the injured soldier, and directly chopped off the head of the sneak attacker, and the blood gushing out splashed Lao Li's body.

Knives are used to save bullets, but also because the current knives are faster. But by coincidence, it's also enjoyable.

After all, after coming to the new second regiment, he didn't have the opportunity to lead the charge, let alone use a big blade to cut devils. Moreover, the Eighth Route Army is not short of ammunition, and the opportunity for white-knuckle combat is even less pitiful.

"Hygienist! Medic! Come and take care of the wound! ”

Monk Wei, who heard the gunshot, hurriedly came over to check, only to see that his own regiment commander was holding back a smile and pretending to be very serious to take care of the wounded.

The 9th Independent Mixed Brigade had a strong will to fight, and it was not an isolated case that pretended to be dead and attacked secretly, and for a time it was busy with the military doctors present.

"Commander, what's wrong with you? Can killing a devil make you so happy? ”

"Have you been holding it for too long? How about I'll catch a few captives for you next time and let you have a good time? ”

Li Yunlong, who was originally happy, immediately put away his smile when he heard Wei Dayong's words.

"You know the, it's been a long time since I've moved a big blade! The last time I cut off the devil's head, it was Cangyunling! It's still fun to see blood! ”

"And you kid be careful when you speak, what do you mean by catching a few prisoners! Be disciplined and don't break discipline! Even if there are devils who surrender, they must be handed over to Wang Dahai to deal with. ”

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Yuncheng, the temporary garrison of the North China Front.

At this time, the sun had just set, and the combat conference room was already brightly lit.

Okamura Ninji put his hands behind his back and looked at the strategic situation map of Nakajo Mountain on the wall with a smile on his face. Next to him was Tanabe Moritake, and the other party didn't say a word as if he had something on his mind.

The staff officers at work also tiptoeed for fear of disturbing their own officials.

In the silence, a communications soldier staggered into the operations room. His frightened expression instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Under the high pressure of several sharp eyes, the little devil stood in an upright posture and simply read out the contents of the telegram.

"Commander Gangcun! Major General Kenyoshi Ikegami of the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade sent a farewell telegram! ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely depressing.

Obviously, one second was silently celebrating the breakthrough progress of the battle, but the next second came such a major blow.

Under the sharp contrast, many staff officers directly held back their internal injuries.

Okamura Ninji also lost his expression management for a short time, and even the pencil in his hand was pinched off by him. After a moment, he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Say goodbye to telegrams? Keep reading, don't worry about me. ”

"Hey!"

With the assurance of his own commander, the signal soldier read the rest of the content clearly.

"Our unit was attacked by the Air Force of the Eighth Route Army, and the other side used more than 300 fighters of various types."

"After the air raid, thousands of enemy troops rushed into our positions, suspected to be the mysterious troops mentioned by Tanabe's chief of staff. After half an hour of fierce fighting, the warriors of the younger country were killed and wounded. ”

"At present, there is no hope of breaking through, and we can only fight to the death. Long live the younger brother of Japan, long live His Majesty the Locust. ”

After listening to the whole telegram, Okamura Ninji actually didn't cry or make trouble.

The old devil looked down at his watch, and then left three people by name, including Tanabe Moritake.

Then he waved his hand seemingly casually, motioning for the others in the conference room to hurry out.

After the idlers left, Okamura Ninji grabbed the corner of the table with both hands and overturned the entire desk. Then he drew his gun and tilted his anger at the map hanging on the wall.

It's a pity that the Southern Fourteenth style played well and got stuck without a few shots.

The loss of a brigade is difficult for even the commander of the front to accept. What's more, with such an establishment, there are only twenty troops in total.

It is really humiliating to be wiped out by the establishment.

The remaining three people in the room bowed their heads and remained silent, a scene very similar to the famous fragment "We Three" from "The Führer's Wrath".

"Tanabe-kun, I'm so stupid. When you mentioned that small force, I should have taken the other side seriously. ”

"It seems that the commander should be the Eighth Route Army, otherwise it would be impossible to guide the enemy's air force to fight together! What do you think should happen next? ”

At this time, Tanabe Moritake was also helpless, but more powerless. In the face of the wolf-like Air First Division, he had no substantive proposals at all.

After all, the gap in force cannot be pulled by the will of the soldiers alone.

"In my humble opinion, it's better to slow down the attack. In the absence of air supremacy, the lethality of enemy fighters to ground forces is simply too great. ”

"Even if you go to the 41st Division this time, it is estimated that the fate of Qing Shui Rules will not be much better, at most it will not be completely annihilated."

"It's better to wait for the field anti-aircraft weapons and army aviation to be in place before letting the samurai attack. Anyway, with the strength of the defenders of Zhongtiao Mountain, the opening of the northern front will definitely not be blocked. ”

Sometimes, sincerity is the greatest nirvana.

Okamura Ninji knew that the advice given by his chief of staff was the most reasonable arrangement at the moment, but as the commander of the North China Front, he really couldn't accept that he couldn't even pack up the small preserved fruit troops.

According to the opponent's style of play, wouldn't the breakthrough blitzkrieg, which was originally bound to win, become a World War I style, and it would be difficult to dig trenches and squat pits with the defenders?

If the battle fails, he will definitely be crowned on the pillar of shame in history! Once they return to their homeland, they are expected to be torn apart by fanatical citizens.

After thinking for a moment, Okamura Ninji made a decision, and he decided to want stud!

"Pass my order, speed up the attack on all fronts! Don't give the Eighth Route Army and the preserved defenders a chance to breathe! ”

"As long as the defense line is broken, let the troops break into Zhongtiao Mountain as a brigade! I don't believe it, can't the Eighth Route Army Air Force have exhausted its ammunition reserves? ”

"Everything stands in the way! Soy milk poured under my hands!

If I change two more chapters a day today, can I get my monthly pass to 420?

Add a note for the May 9 update.

I had a cold, and my brain was buzzing. It took 3400 to write for half a day, and I will write it tomorrow morning, and I should send it before lunch.

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