After dealing with the affairs of Anda 23, the commander of the bearded division came to the garrison of the Third Army with the guard battalion non-stop.

The situation here is much worse than everyone imagined, and the defense line is filled with gunsmoke and corpses.

Scattered lightly wounded men carried stretchers in pairs, the number of seriously wounded was beyond imagination, and wails and groans of pain echoed over the position.

Even though the battle has been over for nearly an hour, the work of cleaning up the battlefield is still not over.

Seeing a group of Eighth Route Army coming to their own defense area, the wounded soldiers of the preserved fruit stopped their work one after another. They struggled to straighten their backs, excitedly paying the highest respect to their allies.

In the current era of wars, many stars have descended from the land of China, and a few of them are particularly dazzling.

They are here to save the Chinese nation and are the light of hope for the broad masses of toiling people.

They dispersed the demons, monsters, jackals, tigers and leopards all over the land, and held up a blue sky for the people in the stormy days.

And Master Beard is the most shining one among the many generals.

Although many of the soldiers were seeing him for the first time, his rumored and iconic beard and pipe had long since revealed his identity.

In a harmonious atmosphere, he greeted the soldiers very cordially and naturally, and did not feel sorry at all because the camps of the two sides and the other party had just missed a batch of devils.

Five minutes later, the top brass of the Third Army heard the news.

After everyone met, they saluted almost at the same time, completely ignoring those cumbersome polite words.

After seeing the fiercest man in the northwest of Jin with his own eyes, Commander Tang was full of emotion in his heart.

He once saw a photo of the person in the photo wearing a warlord-style military uniform, with a gold buckle and a saber in Phnom Penh, and the Eighth Route Army in front of him was like two people.

As a preserved fruit officer, it was hard for him to imagine what kind of perseverance made a person give up the Hanyang Arsenal and the life of glory and wealth.

"Hello! On behalf of all the officers and men of the Third Army, I would like to thank your unit for your support! ”

"If it weren't for your Eighth Route Army, the west side of this Zhongtiao Mountain would definitely be lost! It's a pity that we still let some devils break through the defense line, and we are ashamed of the supplies you airdropped. ”

Looking at the tragic situation of almost everyone on the battlefield being wounded, the bearded division commander was in awe.

On the road just now, he made a rough estimate that there are now only 3,000 people left in the three divisions of the Third Army, and it is said that even the division commanders are killed, wounded and disabled.

There has been no rout under such a large number of tragic casualties, which is very rare in the preserved fruit.

"Although I don't know a lot of big characters, I can tell which friends are worth making and which ones are Karma."

"Your Third Army is doing well, and it will definitely be a strong force after replenishing its troops and resting. When the time comes, if you want a gun, you want a gun, and if you want a cannon, you will definitely beat the little devil and cry for his father. ”

But the comforting words of the bearded division commander did not work, and the Tang army commander looked bitter as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

"In this battle, our army suffered great losses, and almost wiped out the old foundation brought out of Yunnan."

"I'm afraid that after the war, not only will the Third Army not be replenished, but even I, the army commander, may be promoted and surrendered secretly. Maybe my military career will be over. ”

Regarding the inside story of the preserved fruit, Master Hu Zi is obviously a clear man. After all, as long as you are not a descendant, you will face the possibility of being betrayed and detained at any time.

What's more, he is disgusted from the bottom of his heart for the bald man, who is the murderer of his own family.

"Old Tang, you are a kind of soldier!"

"Do you see the common people being bullied in the future, and don't stand up for them? Seeing that ordinary people who are powerless have suffered and become turtles with shrunken heads, they will become accomplices! ”

"In case, you were treated unfairly when you went back! Then you will come to the northwest of Jin to find me! ”

"If one person fights injustice, he can only save ten people and 100 people, and our troops are fighting injustice for the people of the world! It is to change the fate of tens of millions of people! ”

His words seemed to awaken the fighting spirit of Commander Tang, and his eyes lit up and he grabbed the hand of the bearded division commander!

"Listen to that! The bald thief ship, I'll come down sooner or later! ”

After the conversation, the two discussed the follow-up arrangements.

Due to the severe attrition of the Third Army, almost all the surviving soldiers were wounded, and they were no longer able to fight. Division Commander Hu Zi decided to send the troops of the two basic regiments to the crossing of the Yellow River, so that the soldiers could return to Yu Province to recuperate from their wounds.

The 120th Division continued to advance eastward, striving to join up with the 129th Division on the northeast front as soon as possible.

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The Jin system is a local force in SX Province, although Yan Laoxi has lost a large area of land, but the hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, and the intelligence network and espionage work have always been well maintained.

In addition, Ji County is very close to the west side of Zhongtiao Mountain, so they have been paying attention to the whole battle.

When the 120th Division's divine soldiers descended from the sky, the master of existentialism first angrily denounced the incompetence of the intelligence chief, and actually let tens of thousands of people quietly pass through his territory.

Immediately afterwards, he sent his own right-hand man, Xiliang fierce general Chu Yunfei!

This is not because Yan Laoxi firmly resisted Japan and strongly supported the united front. Instead, he found that the Eighth Route Army was too fierce, and it had the momentum to eat up two divisions of the Japanese army.

If he doesn't participate in the war now, after the devil is driven away, there will be nothing to do in Shanxi.

Wangyuan, the position of the 358th Regiment of the Jin Sui Army.

"Tuanza, we've been waiting for three hours, will the devil really come?"

"In case we don't get anything, when the time comes, Chief Yan will blame him, you and I can't afford it."

The words of his chief of staff did not give Chu Yunfei the slightest sense of urgency, he knew the importance of the geographical location of Wangyuan Village.

This is known as the heart of Nakajo Mountain, and as long as the devils who fled on the Western Front wanted to make a detour across the mountains to join the 41st Division, they would inevitably pass through here.

In that year, the Fourth Army defeated the enemy army at Wangyuan.

Chu Yunfei chose the same tactics as the defenders back then, he placed the artillery on the mountainside of the Wangyuan Heights, and arranged three infantry battalions on both sides of the artillery.

On this steel front, there was a Maxim heavy machine gun every three or five paces. Not to mention the quality of the individual soldiers of the soldiers, this posture alone is terrifying enough.

can have such resources, but also thanks to Yan Laoxi's preference for Chu Yunfei.

The current 358 Regiment has a small 5,000 people, and even if it is placed in the Central Army, it can be regarded as a division-level unit. The troops were not only well equipped, their artillery battalion was armed with 7 Bofors mountain guns of 75 mm caliber.

"Brother Meritorious Service, just wait and see. As soon as the artillery fire from the north stopped, I began to count the time. ”

"The devil's road is not easy, not to mention what to do with their wounded soldiers and supplies, the thirty-meter-wide Xi'er River alone is enough for them to drink a pot."

"It is estimated that in fifteen minutes, the enemy will plunge headlong into our ambush! This time, I want to see if that Li Yunlong can be better than me! ”

Fang Ligong shook his head helplessly, after returning from the New Second Regiment, his own regimental seat was like a demon, and he was talking about the Eighth Route Army Commander every day.

In particular, the Browning pistol, which can be wiped three times a day, is more important than a love token.

Just as he was about to say a few words of persuasion, a scout ran towards the two of them. The other party did not salute, and directly bowed his waist and began to report.

"Tuanza, there is a brigade of devils who have appeared. Ten minutes later, we are expected to enter our ambush circle, and the brethren are ready for battle! ”

The fish finally took the bait, and Chu Yunfei showed a satisfied smile.

Ten minutes later, nearly a thousand tired Japanese troops came to the high ground, and it was none other than the remnants of the army led by Ota Sanji and Okawa Shogo.

The two led a company of infantry to attack the positions of the Third Army, and finally succeeded in breaking through after two hours of fierce fighting.

"Okawa-kun, don't always be cautious. We have left the perilous battlefield, and now everyone is safe. ”

"I have already sent a telegram to the headquarters and the 41st Division, and Commander Gangcun has also agreed that our wing will retreat on its own, and even Lieutenant General Shimizu will send someone to meet us."

"Next, just save dry food and make sure you don't get sick."

Although his own words are very reasonable, Okawa Shogo always has a sense of foreboding, as if some devouring beast is staring at him in the shadows.

The devil took out his telescope and glanced around the high ground. It's a pity that it's getting late, and he can't see anything clearly.

At this time, Chu Yunfei stared at the slowly advancing devil, and he beckoned back to signal the soldiers to get ready.

"Up! Before the little devils found out about us, the death squad rushed down! ”

"Light and heavy machine guns, mortars and mountain artillery don't need to save bullets, I demand that the devils be reduced by half in the first round!"

After receiving the order from their own regimental seat, nearly a hundred burly soldiers rushed down the mountain with their waists bent. Each of them had a Thomson in his hand and a large number of grenades pinned to his chest.

These soldiers are the elite assault men of the 358th Regiment, and they are all equipped to engage the enemy in close combat.

In the Battle of Wangyuan that year, the defenders of Guoguo also fought like this. It's a pity that their death squad didn't have submachine guns, so they could only rush down with a box of grenades in their hands.

On the position, a pair of Maxim and Czech light machine guns were ready. The muzzle of the black hole pointed at the unsuspecting devil, and he only waited for the order from his superiors to tilt the fire.

"Hit!"

Shout!

Several flares were lifted into the air, and the ambush battle officially began.

As a fast gunner, Chu Yunfei seemed to have awakened the memory of shooting halberds in his previous life. He pulled the trigger first, and a 7.92×57mm bullet hit a devil steadily.

For a moment, the muzzle fireworks flickered on the mountainside, as if a searchlight unit had suddenly moved, and an overwhelming metal storm rushed towards the enemy.

Due to the lack of natural shelter on the path at the foot of the mountain, the condescending firepower of the 358th Regiment on the mountainside was not compromised in the slightest.

In the face of the sudden attack, nearly a thousand devils could only hug their heads and run away.

Looking at the soldiers who were hit by bullets and fell in front of him, Shogo Okawa reacted immediately. He tried to organize an effective and organized counterattack, but the water-cooled Maxim and Bofors mountain artillery did not give him a chance at all.

Boom Boom!

The artillery battalion of the 358 regiment was fighting more and more smoothly, and the hit rate of shells was getting higher and higher. Shells exploded in the crowd, and the Japanese infantry could only scatter in all directions.

On the battlefield, looking at the chaotic enemy, Chu Yunfei showed a satisfied smile.

For this perfect ambush battle, he gave himself a perfect score in his heart. Your own forces were the superior from beginning to end, and the enemy did not organize a large-scale counterattack at all.

A group of stragglers, Thomson alone can be solved by the death squad.

In just a few minutes of fighting, the devils under the mountain suffered heavy casualties, and they couldn't even see a few fireworks from the muzzle, and they almost completely lost their ability to fight back.

"Fetch my Thomson submachine gun! (Fang Tian draws a halberd!) Everyone, rush me! Kill these Japanese brutes! ”

Chu Yunfei took the weapon handed by the guard platoon leader, and rushed towards the remnants of the devil soldiers under the mountain with a submachine gun.

Fang Ligong on the side looked at the sturdy back, and it seemed that his own group seat was becoming more and more unfamiliar. He took the binoculars and whispered to himself:

"You are a top student who was admitted to the fifth phase of the Whampoa Military Academy at the age of 16, how did you become so reckless."

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Taiyuan, the headquarters of the First Army.

The leading figures of the entire North China Front Army gathered here, and everyone waited in silence, and the atmosphere in the combat conference room was very solemn at this time.

"Your Excellency, Commander, Telegram from the front."

"The 36th and 37th Divisions and the 16th Brigade of the Independent Mixed Brigade were shelled by the Eighth Route Army, and the specific casualties are unknown, but nine times out of ten they have been wiped out."

"I've instructed the communications corps to continue contacting each other, but I haven't received a response yet."

Hearing Iwamatsu Yoshio's report, Okamura Ninji had a feeling of unreality. He could hear every word of the telegram from the front, but it was so incredible when put together. It was as if he was in a dream, but at this time he had to accept reality.

Thinking about it carefully, the old devil's back was instantly wet with sweat.

If it weren't for the temporary change of itinerary, maybe he would have died under the shelling of the Eighth Route Army, and at this time, there was only a fluttering name on this thin telegram.

"Shelling? Is it a mortar? ”

"Could it be that two junior lieutenant generals and one major general of the younger country were touched by the enemy three kilometers behind him without noticing?"

After hearing a series of inquiries from his own commander, Iwamatsu Yoshio raised his head. The black, blue, and haggard old face in front of him made him a little stunned.

At the beginning, with six divisions, four independent mixed brigades, and one flying group, he was so high-spirited when he attacked Zhongtiao Mountain.

But how confident I was then, how embarrassed I am now.

In this attack on Zhongtiao Mountain, although the defenders of the fruit preserved suffered heavy losses, they were also successfully attacked by the Eighth Route Army.

At present, it has lost two integrated B divisions, two independent mixed brigades, and one cavalry brigade, and counting the locusts on other fronts, the entire North China Front has lost at least more than 40,000 warriors.

The 3rd Flying Group was also completely wiped out, along with the planes transferred from the Kwantung Army and the Central China Front.

Under the premise that the local government has given priority to the supply of naval red deer, the fighters will not have a chance to replenish for a while, and there is a high probability that they will be ridden on the head and by the air force of the Eighth Route Army.

I almost forgot that there is also a batch of 105-mm howitzers, this caliber is already a treasure of the younger country.

Coupled with two lieutenant generals and several major generals, several senior officers became the last straw that crushed Okamura Ninji. This series of big failures basically announced that his career had come to an end.

Yoshio Iwamatsu shook his head vigorously, trying to keep himself awake. He knew that he couldn't touch the mold at this sensitive time, otherwise he would definitely be used as a punching bag, and there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat.

"According to the information provided by Tian Tianshan Zhidazuo of the 36th Division, the Eighth Route Army should use a rapid-fire body cannon, and its shell power can even be comparable to the 105 howitzer of the younger country."

"The maximum firing range is not less than 7 km, and the accuracy and maneuverability are not bad."

"Your Excellency, Commander, according to the sequence and data of the opponent's weapons in service. I boldly predict that the enemy is most likely using French 75-mm cannons. ”

Okamura Ninji sighed deeply, then took off his glasses, closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrows.

Regarding the magic weapons used by the Eighth Route Army, Brother Guo invested a lot of energy in investigating some time ago. Intelligence officers visited almost all of Vichy France, but never found anything.

If it is really a French artillery, then it is a big problem.

Acceptable, long-range, high-precision, and powerful barrel cannon. If this kind of mass killing weapon is mastered by the Eighth Route Army, the cage policy will be like a joke.

There is no need to repair any bunker turrets, and the masonry buildings must be one at a time. The soldiers should also honestly shrink in the county town, otherwise they will be bombed as soon as they go out.

Coupled with the new weapons that are suspected of being rockets, there is still a place in the whole of North China where the locust army of the younger country can stay?

Thinking of this, Okamura Ninji couldn't help but envy Yoshio Shinozuka, who was retired in his hometown. At least people can barely retreat from the rapids, at least they won't end up in a bad end, and they will most likely be nailed to the pillar of shame.

"How many barrel cannons does the enemy have, is there any specific information?"

As soon as he asked such a sentence, he regretted it, how much ability he had in his heart? If they really had the ability to find out this data, the two divisions on the Western Front would not have been wiped out by the whole army.

What's more, what kind of money can the Eighth Route Army have, their artillery must have been researched and built by themselves. Even if there is data at this stage, with their ability, the follow-up developments will not be able to catch up.

"I don't know, but there is a high probability that there will be no less than a hundred."

After thinking for a moment, Okamura Ninji came to the map.

Now there are two choices in front of him, either admit his defeat and let the remaining four divisions retreat immediately and stop the loss in time. Either they will press their own career and gamble that the Eighth Route Army will not have enough shells.

After all, artillery shells are not so easy to produce, and it has only been seven months since the Battle of the Hundred Regiments, so maybe the enemy is also a stud, playing psychological warfare with him.

But just then, a communicator rushed into the combat conference room.

"Your Excellency, Commander! The 33rd Lieutenant General of Sakurai Province sent a telegram asking for help! They were flanked by the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army and the mysterious enemy of Zhongtiao Mountain! ”

"The situation is urgent now, and we need the support of the Army Aviation and the 41st Division!"

"Ota Sanji Daisa sent a farewell message, they were ambushed by the Jin Sui army in Wangyuan Village, and now all of them are broken!"

The sudden bad news made Okamura Ninji's eyes darken, and he staggered to his chair, and then spurted a large mouthful of black blood from his mouth.

"The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs! Yan Baichuan! I am inseparable from you! ”

"Pass my orders! Mobilize all available forces and ground aviation! Do whatever it takes! Get the 33rd Division out of me! ”

9K, the difference is 1K, rounded up to count it as a day.

The missing thousand words will be made up tomorrow, I really tried my best, my fingers are going to smoke.

(End of chapter)