The Japanese finally took action against Baldhead. Their best practice of undeclared war was not used in Pearl Harbor but in Hankou. The second Battle of WH kicked off on September 11, 1942.
The Japanese invested 21 divisions and a total of 820,000 people in this war. Not only was the scale far greater than any previous battle, but the weapons and equipment invested were also the strongest and latest, even most of them.
The soldiers are all veterans who have been rotated from the Southeast Asian battlefield and the Far Eastern battlefield, and their combat effectiveness is extremely strong.
Although the local bald defenders fought extremely tenaciously, the WH was finally declared lost seventeen days later, and the KMT's 310,000-strong force eventually withdrew from the battlefield with less than 7,000 people.
But at the end of September, when the Japanese were marching all the way through Hubei and Sichuan to capture the bald head, the border area suddenly launched an attack on the Japanese from four different directions. At the same time, many base areas in the south also began to coordinate their attacks on the central Japanese army.
The outflanking formed the trend of encirclement.
Meeting again on the battlefield, the Japanese found that the Tubalu forces they had always looked down upon had replaced them with equipment that was almost the same as or even better than theirs, had brand-new tactics, and had a team of nearly 1.5 million people.
Suddenly, the entire battle situation slipped into a direction that all the staff in Japan had not expected. First, the Red Fourth Front Army from the EZ direction cut the Japanese army's march in two from the middle like a sharp knife, and then the Red Seventh Front Army from the Yellowstone direction slashed.
Then the Red Twelfth Army at the rear chased the Japanese from behind and launched a set of combination punches. Finally, the Red Nineteenth Army, which was stuck in the enemy's retreat direction, began to cooperate with the leading troops in a set of punches.
Beautiful harvest battle.
The war lasted until mid-October. More than 800,000 Japanese soldiers were pinned to the junction of Hubei, Hunan and Jiangxi. They used the geographical advantages here to continuously try to break through the four front armies that besieged them.
In the end, about 170,000 Japanese soldiers successfully broke out of the encirclement, then crossed half of Jiangxi and began to retreat towards HZ. It was almost November, and the entire war lasted for nearly two months.
, the Japanese did not expect that this fight would be so difficult, but what they did not expect was yet to come.
"Old Wu, you take your mountain division and march quickly towards here to launch a surprise attack. The rest must completely capture Hangzhou before the enemy troops arrive." Commander Ye took a few heavy shots on the map: "The boss said it.
, there’s no need to hide your strength anymore, let’s pull out all your good guys this time!”
"Yes! Guaranteed to complete the mission!"
In fact, the good things Commander Ye said are not that good. They are just dozens of heavy artillery, about twenty 59s and various armored vehicles, and more than fifty infantry fighting vehicles. These things will not be enough for a regiment in the future.
guy, but here he is simply a heavenly soldier.
What they have to do now is to turn the last 100 kilometers of the 170,000 Japanese soldiers' journey home into a road to hell.
Lao Wu took the order and led his men to fight out. Although the whole forced march was a great test for the team, in the past two years, his people had been well fed, well clothed, and in good physical condition. After two hundred kilometers,
Although the forced march may be a test for them, it is not impossible to complete. It is expected to be completed within six to eight days. According to the enemy's time calculation, there will be a tragic encounter on the second day after their arrival.
But the soldiers were not afraid at all. Most of Lao Wu's mountain divisions were from NJ. The people in Huai'an had a hatred for the Japanese engraved in their bones. When they heard that the Japanese they wanted to kill this time were basically
The main force that went to NJ City at the beginning, these guys went crazy. They all started to rush towards the front line with red eyes. The posture looked like they were going with all their might.
"Commander, why don't we drive tanks?"
During the march, Lao Wu's guard asked curiously: "Aren't the tanks ours?"
"That thing must be for the main force, so stop talking nonsense."
"Aren't we the main force?"
"We are the main force, but we are the mountain division. Also, from now on, I will be called Master!" Old Wu slapped the guard on the back of the head: "Stop talking, I will hurt you to death later."
"Hehe... Got it, Commander."
After Old Wu led his men to kill the enemy on the only way, the whole division began to rest and recuperate. Seeing such a large-scale battle for the first time in so many years, Old Wu's palms were sweaty just thinking about it, and seeing the hands under his hands now
Thinking about the food and clothing of these brats, when they climbed the snow-capped mountains and crossed the grasslands, how could they have such good luck?
Thinking of those comrades who stayed forever on the snowy mountains and grasslands, Old Wu couldn't help but sigh.
"Division Commander, the military headquarters sent a message saying that they have arrived at the predetermined location. Our mission goal is to block the Japanese army at all costs for five to seven days."
Old Wu took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, "There are fifteen thousand soldiers in one division, and one hundred and seventy thousand Japanese soldiers are needed to defeat them. This really gives me a hard nut to crack."
At dawn the next day, the scouts came back to inform them of the enemy's location, and Lao Wu was also well prepared. Their equipment was the best in the entire base area, and their soldiers were also the oldest and most experienced in combat.
The commander said that if he could not win this mission, he, Old Wu, should not go back to see him.
In fact, Lao Wu was not afraid, but just a little uneasy. After all, this was a major battle related to whether he could win HZ, and he couldn't make any mistakes.
So Lao Wu, who has always been stingy, let go this time. He gave a death order to his artillery battalion, that is, the artillery must not be stopped until it destroys the bombs and uses up all the ammunition. The guys in the artillery battalion usually practice training.
Yes, when have we ever fought such a wealthy battle? Everyone's eyes were red, waiting for the front line to order them to send firepower to the coordinates that had been predetermined.
Now they have a lot of guns, including 24 105mm light towed howitzers, 8 155mm light towed howitzers, 31 81mm mortars, 50 60mm mortars, and 3 fast self-propelled howitzers.
, just waiting for the day when the cannonballs can be empty.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the Japs' leading troops entered the ambush circle. Lao Wu was not in a hurry to fight, but just put in a group of Japs. Then about two hours later, when the Japs' large army began to appear in their field of vision, Lao Wu
After a while I lit a cigarette.
"Commander, it's almost done. The brothers in the artillery camp are almost crying."
"Why are you so anxious? How many people have just passed by?" Lao Wu leaned in the trench and took out a can of luncheon meat and pried it open with a knife: "I'll make a morning first."
After finishing their meal, a large Japanese army passed in front of them, and Old Wu smiled and said, "Let's set off the firecrackers!"
As a signal bomb soared into the sky, the young men in the artillery camp, who were scratching their heads in anticipation, saw that one by one they started to sound the first ray of sunshine in the morning with howls.
After the first salvo of howitzers, mortars, and rocket launchers, the whole world changed color and the ground shook. Old Wu leaned on the edge of the trench with his mouth open and his ears covered, and the soil next to him puffed.
After pouring it into his mouth, the huge explosion made Old Wu's head hurt.
After the first round of shelling, the Japs had no time to prepare. Then the machine guns and long and short rifles that were ambushed around them began to pour water on their heads. The Japs commander thought it was his damn German friendly troops who had turned their guns. When had they seen this before?
With such a terrifying outpouring of firepower, their equipment would have been considered a bully in this world in previous years, but now they were so suppressed that they couldn't hold their heads up.
It is very happy to beat up a drowned dog. These Japanese soldiers broke out from the front line. They have no heavy firepower to fight back. They rely solely on their physical body to resist the shells. Coupled with the desperate fighting style of the surrounding ambush circle, they can't even breathe now.
Feel free.
Although a small group of troops had reached the edge of the mountain, they were greeted by intensive grenade attacks.
Just like that, the first day's battle came to an end amidst the cries and howls of the Japanese. After counting the battle losses, Old Wu was so distressed that he almost cried. On the first day, their ammunition consumption exceeded 1%.
Thirty, these bastards really don't care about money, and when they heard that two towed cannons were damaged, Old Wu sat there with his thighs hammered and cursed.
However, the first round went smoothly because the Japs were unprepared. The battle on the second day became tense. The Japs' combat power and numbers were there. Lao Wu's pressure increased sharply. After repelling the Japs in the third round, he broke through.
Afterwards, Lao Wu leaned in the trench panting and said to the commander of the machine gun company next to him: "Can you still hold on?"
"Commander, it's so difficult. Five of our guns were damaged, but the enemy's marksmanship was still accurate. We suffered a lot of losses."
"It's hard to resist, but we have to resist. We will never allow a Japanese to pass through our defense zone in the next few days!"
In the next few days, although the Japs suffered heavy casualties, Lao Wu was not optimistic either. The team of more than 10,000 people was beaten down to less than 7,000 people. The Japs conservatively estimated that there were still about 100,000 people, and they were almost there.
On the verge of running out of ammunition and food.
As for Lao Wu himself, one of his ears was blown out by a bullet, and his body was bruised and bloody by shrapnel, but he still did not retreat even half a step.
"Comrades! If you persist, you will avenge NJ!" Lao Wu shouted in a hoarse voice: "We can't let our family look down on us! Fight with the Japanese! Everyone, bayonets!"
No one in the trench made a sound, only the click of the bayonet.
This is already the sixth day, but he has not received the order to retreat, so he is still standing here, but now the ammunition is gone, the supplies are gone, everything is gone. What is left is his life, but even if he is alive
It’s okay, I’ll fight for my life, kill one to protect my capital, kill two to earn one!
"Trumpeter, blow the trumpet!"
At this time, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old with a naive face stood up. One of his arms was gone, but he still took the trumpet from his waist. He stood up, took a deep breath and blew the horn of attack.
As soon as the charge horn sounded, all the soldiers jumped out of the trenches and rushed out of the enemy's fire net. Those with bayonets took bayonets and those without bayonets took machetes. Even the cooking squad rushed forward with kitchen knives.
When the Japanese saw this scene, the forwards immediately withdrew their ammunition and began to engage in battle. Almost in a blink of an eye, the battle with hot weapons turned into a cold weapon war with red bayonets.
The shouts of killing echoed all over the mountains and plains in this small place.
The machete in Lao Wu's hand was given to him by his old squad leader before he died. Today, the machete was also cut and curled. He didn't know it hurt anyway, and he couldn't count the number of holes in his body, but he knew
Knowing that he had killed seventeen Japs alive, when he fell to the ground, he just felt happy.
But just when the Mountain Division was about to be wiped out, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the distance. Old Wu, who was lying on the ground, turned his head to the direction of the sound with difficulty, and then saw a car with a five-pointed star printed on it.
A number of tanks appeared in his field of vision, followed by a second one, a third one...
Behind the tank body are murderous support troops.
"Fuck, the big troops are coming..." Old Wu cursed with a smile, and then lost all his strength.
He was not dead. When he woke up, he was already in the hospital. Nurses in white clothes were busy everywhere around him. Lying on the bed next to him was the battalion commander of his subordinate artillery battalion. The boy was slightly injured.
He only lost two toes, and he was currently leaning on the hospital bed, eating a can of sugar water, and bragging to the nurse who was giving him the infusion how many Japanese he had killed.
"Old Wu!"
At this time, someone outside called him. Old Wu turned his head and looked over, and found that his political commissar was standing there. The political commissar ran to him panting: "You kid, I said you can't die."
The political commissar did not participate in this battle because he was a top student in Huangpu and was transferred to the staff headquarters by Commander Ye to serve as chief of staff. After he was stationed in HZ, he had been inquiring about the news of Lao Wu's troops, but he heard that the battle was very miserable and almost died.
After knocking off the serial number, he searched all over the place and asked, only then did he learn that the division commander, Lao Wu, was still alive.
"Let me tell you, you will really suffer a big loss if you don't go this time." Old Wu wanted to raise his hand but found that a section of his arm was missing: "Damn, where is my hand?"
"Stop scolding me. It's amazing that you can save your life. You've been in a coma for more than 40 days."
Only then did Old Wu realize that the political commissar was carrying a kettle and some toiletries. Seeing that he had changed from summer clothes to autumn clothes, Old Wu realized that he had really been lying down for a long time.
"How is my team doing?"
Hearing Lao Wu mention his team, the political commissar's eyes darkened: "Less than three hundred people survived. If it weren't for Commander Ye, our team's designation would not have been preserved."
Old Wu sighed, the silence at this moment was deafening.
But fortunately, the number is still there. As long as the number is still there and the flag is still there, the deaths of the brothers are not unjust. They are all men, and they have avenged their families and their hometown.
"I'll tell you good news." The political commissar poured water on Lao Wu: "In this great battle of the five front armies, we annihilated nearly one million enemies, including the puppet troops and local security groups, about 140 more.
Wan, the entire war situation has been completely reversed. Now the border area is gradually starting to move south from Hebei and Shandong. Just wait for the good news."
Old Wu leaned there and smiled: "Can my brothers go up to the monument and enter the Martyrs Cemetery?"