From a tactical point of view, the position chosen by the security regiment soldiers is the best blocking position in this neighborhood.
The only way for the Japanese infantry without heavy weapons to kill him was to blast the pagoda through the relatively wide square around it.
But obviously, the soldiers of the security regiment, who were full of ammunition and courageous, did not give them such a chance.
However, for Zhao Daqiang, who wanted to carry out the rescue order, this blocking position, which originally had an incomparable advantage, turned out to be a position where he was helpless.
Because this is a desperate place, a place of death.
If the entire battlefield is described as a pile of fire, then the soldiers who stick to this position are the dry wood in the fire, emitting light and dissipating heat, but they are burning themselves.
If he wanted to fly, even if he gave wings to the people on the tower, he would still have to face the gunfire of dozens of Japanese infantry, and there would be no way he could escape from the fire.
Escape was even more impossible. From the time we descended from the pagoda at an altitude of more than 30 meters, the Japanese army had already surrounded the pagoda. How could we escape?
Even if the mortar group bombarded this place with all its strength in accordance with the previous agreement, the Japanese troops scattered around the temple had enough depth to avoid the artillery fire, but the soldiers of the security group who left the pagoda were very likely to be bombarded by artillery fire.
Unless, at this time, an infantry platoon or even an infantry company came out from the city to launch a violent attack on this place, and defeated these dozens of Japanese troops in the shortest time, there might be a chance to rescue the security regiment soldiers who were in the dead zone.
However, he would only do this unless the commander was crazy.
Not abandoning or giving up one's comrades is indeed a soldier's rule on the battlefield, but to save one person, one has to sacrifice the lives of dozens or even more soldiers. Needless to say, the commander will not make such a decision easily, even then
If a security guard soldier survives in the end, it will be extremely painful!
Because, although there are not many Japanese troops in the neighborhood now, as long as these Japanese troops can entangle the reinforcements for 10 minutes, the Japanese troops outside the neighborhood will rush in like a pack of wolves smelling blood.
If there is even the slightest mistake, the entire army will be wiped out, and the probability of success will never be higher than 20%.
The current war situation is one with no solution.
This is the conclusion Zhao Daqiang drew based on his many years of fighting career.
The moment he saw the Japanese troops put on protective clothing from the lurking point, Zhao Daqiang understood that the Japanese troops were going to make a desperate move and that the lives of the security regiment soldiers had entered a countdown.
With nothing to do, he could only leave the decision to the master who was still waiting for his signal flare.
"I want to save your platoon leader. This is our only chance. Run back as fast as you can and convey my message to our Commander Liu. He will decide how to save you. Do you understand?" Zhao Daqiang turned around and looked.
To the security regiment soldier who was lying next to him with tears streaming down his face.
"You don't have time to lurk back to the city. After you are ten meters away from here, you have to run as fast as you can, even if you are completely exposed to the Japanese observation post.
Maybe, you will be discovered and killed by the Japanese soldiers, or maybe they are smart enough to let you go, allowing you to bring more people to their traps to grab the bait that is not the bait in the first place.
It’s just that no one knows the Japanese’s choice. Whether you can survive depends on the luck of your child. But whether your platoon leader can survive depends on you.”
The experienced security squad leader used his battlefield experience to remind the security regiment soldiers around him who took the initiative to lead the way.
"Yeah!" The security guard who picked up the dirty sleeves nodded fiercely.
He turned around and quietly went downstairs. After walking ten meters away as agreed, he took long strides and ran wildly. In order to run faster, he even threw away the 38-inch cover used to hide his identity.
Just as Zhao Daqiang expected, the Japanese infantrymen who first spotted the running "Japanese Army" were just slightly startled and didn't pay too much attention. Maybe it was one of their communications soldiers?
By the time the Japanese army discovered that the "colleagues" were not running towards the block but straight towards Songjiang City, they noticed something was wrong and reported it. The security regiment soldiers had already ran 200 meters away and were only a little over 200 meters away from Songjiang City.
"He is Chinese, kill him." Under the orders of their superiors, the Japanese infantrymen occupying high ground picked up their guns and aimed at the khaki figure who was still running wildly.
A distance of 200 meters is not difficult for the extremely high shooting level of the Japanese infantry.
What's more, in order to go faster, the soldiers of the security regiment had already ran onto Zhongshan Street, taking long strides, and running as fast as they could in their lives.
In order to save the platoon leader, this soldier who had witnessed Crow taking great risks to save Wang Laoshi risked everything, including his own life.
"No, let him go!" the Japanese captain, who had been watching the running infantry with a telescope, suddenly ordered.
"The location where he first appeared was in the direction of the temple." The Japanese captain said coldly. "If my guess is correct, he was with the Chinese who were stubbornly resisting on the pagoda of the temple. His purpose of running back to the city was,
Naturally, we want to ask for reinforcements. So, why don’t we wait for their reinforcements?”
"But squadron leader, the Chinese will only send people to rescue a person unless they are crazy." A Japanese second lieutenant looked in disbelief at his boss's imagination.
"That's Akagi-kun, you don't understand the Chinese!" the Japanese captain snorted. "The Chinese are a very contradictory nation. Sometimes they are extremely cowardly and sometimes extremely strong. These two extremely contradictory manifestations, I believe you, Akagi-kun.
It is not uncommon on the battlefield in North China.
But regardless of whether they are cowardly or strong, they all have one thing in common. They respect role models extremely. Cowardly people naturally follow those who are cowardly enough to forget their ancestors and surrender to us, a group of people they consider invaders, while the strong ones follow those who are stronger.
Fight side by side until death.
In other words, whether they are sheep or lions, they rely heavily on their leaders to unite them as one.
I believe that for the relatively strong Chinese people in Songjiang, this fearless Chinese outside the city is the best example in the eyes of their commander, and they are willing to pay a sufficient price for this example.
And we need them to pay such a price, whether it's you, Akagi-kun, me or the detachment leader, you understand?"
"Hi! I understand." The Japanese second lieutenant, who was confused by the Japanese captain's incomprehensible reasoning, bowed his head heavily.
You are a senior official, so what you said makes sense! Even if you don't understand, the Japanese second lieutenant still understands the world of people. If God could give him a little tail at this moment, it might enrich his educated expression.
"Inform Sergeant Komura Kumaichi and ask him to assume a siege posture even if he has killed the Chinese. I need more Chinese lives to wash away the shame of the entire brigade's defeat today." The Japanese captain's eyes were filled with pride.
For the sake of your own wisdom.
That is to say, there is no sake here, otherwise he would have to pour himself a glass to celebrate.
After half a day of searching, he had basically confirmed that the Chinese in the block somehow obtained early warning and evacuated the block in advance.
There is no danger here.
But if he wanted to gain military exploits, he didn't just have to report to his superiors that there were no enemies in the neighborhood. He needed the corpses of Chinese people to prove his military exploits.
Now is the best opportunity.
After all, after the infantry group suffered consecutive defeats, as the captain of the only infantry squadron that could achieve results, he will leave a deep impression on the commander of the regiment, and maybe the commander of the detachment will know his name.
He, Futoshi Nakamura, might be the next candidate to be the captain of the 4th Infantry Battalion.
Captain Nakamura Futoshi, who had dreams of being promoted, quickly deployed his infantry squadrons scattered in the neighborhood to assemble in the Xirin Temple area. He had determined that even if the Chinese wanted to come to the rescue, they would not send more troops at an absolute disadvantage.
troops.
And one of his infantry squadrons is enough to deal with two infantry companies or even an infantry battalion, especially when he has already set up blocking positions.
If he could, he would choose to let the Chinese into the temple area, then surround them and swallow them whole.
Nakamura Futoshi thinks he understands the Chinese well enough.
But he was still wrong. His theory was only formed in several months on the battlefield in North China.
If you want to understand the real China, you can't just see and hear it, even if you live with them for several years.
Because China still has thousands of years of splendid civilization and a lot of inheritance imprinted in its genes.
No one can truly understand China without understanding its traditional culture.
If you make a mistake, you will pay the price.
Make a mistake on the battlefield and you will die.
This chapter has been completed!