At the same time, the Ninth Division went through another day of painful struggle.

Now they seemed to be in a death struggle. In one day, they only walked out twenty miles and lost another three to four hundred troops.

This small amount of troops is nothing, but if they continue to waste it like this, they really won't be able to hold on for long.

Because the morale of the troops is constantly declining, the problem of material shortages has gradually begun to appear.

Because some supplies were destroyed, and the airdropped supplies were beginning to be unable to meet their consumption.

Especially for materials such as artillery shells, which consume a lot of money, there are fewer and fewer little devils now.

It's dark now, and the little devils don't dare to travel all night, because that will only make it more dangerous.

However, when setting up camp on the spot, Yamada Hiroki cannot completely rest assured, because he may be attacked at night.

Not maybe, but definitely.

The only difference is the size of the attack.

So now Yamada Hiroki doesn't dare to slack off at all.

After dark, Yamada Hiroki personally arranged the defense situation of the troops. Everything was explained clearly, and he even walked around the various camps. At twelve o'clock in the morning, the old devil dragged his tired body back to sleep. went.

After all, Yamada Hiroki is already in his fifties, and he is gradually unable to endure such high-intensity work.

But there was no way, even if he was about to die from exhaustion, he could only continue to grit his teeth and persevere.

That night, the Ninth Division was indeed attacked and harassed by the Eighth Route Army again.

The fighting lasted from around 12 o'clock in the morning until dawn the next day, but the scale was never large.

The purpose of the Eighth Route Army is also very simple, just to prevent the little devil from having a good night's sleep, that's all.

Compared to Yamada Hiroki's Ninth Division, the two little devils who strengthened the brigade led by Fujino Chuzuo did not have such good luck.

The little devil set up camp in the Anjialing area, and there was nothing wrong with it at first.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, the Eighth Route Army began to take action.

Zhou Weiguo personally led the special forces and quietly entered the Japanese positions under the cover of night.

The secret service battalion also dispatched a large number of elite troops to sneak attack the Jaap's position under the cover of darkness.

In less than two hours, the three important positions outside the Little Japs all fell into the hands of the Eighth Route Army.

These three positions are crucial because they are commanding heights.

The main force of the Eighth Route Army immediately climbed to the top of these three mountains, and mortars were quickly set up.

The infantry quietly moved towards the Jaap camp at the foot of the mountain.

Li Yunlong looked at the quiet scene at the Japanese camp, and said with a sneer: "These little devils really think that everything is going to be fine, and they sleep like dead pigs."

"In that case, don't blame me for being rude."

"Immediately send the order, and the artillery troops will immediately concentrate all their artillery fire, aim at the Japanese camp and open fire with all their strength for me."

"Yes~!"

Li Yunlong's order was quickly conveyed, and then the rumbling sound of artillery was heard from the artillery position.

Then the roar of mortars also sounded from the top of three mountains.

The piercing whistling sound continued, and the shells hit the Japanese camp one after another like hail.

"Boom~! Boom~!"

Violent explosions sounded one after another, and pieces of fire shot into the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the camp of the little Japs was caught in a hail of artillery fire. The Japs in their sleep were knocked upside down by the bombing, leaving many dead and wounded.

Fujino Nakazuo got out of the tent in panic and cursed loudly: "Baga Yalu, what did you do?"

"Your Excellency Zhongzuo, the enemy is shelling the Imperial Army camp."

Fujino Zhongzuo was stunned and shouted loudly: "How can the enemy have such fierce firepower?"

After careful observation, I found that the three surrounding mountain tops were all occupied by eight roads.

At least forty or fifty mortars were constantly firing at them from the tops of these three mountains.

Farther away, there were about twenty mountain guns and field guns aimed at them.

Is this firepower powerful?

"Bagaya Lu, why did you lose these three mountains so easily? Could it be that the enemies all flew in from the sky?"

A Japanese officer said: "I don't even know what happened to my humble position. I don't know how the troops who were guarding the perimeter were all killed. They suddenly occupied these three hills."

At this moment, a Japanese officer ran over and said in a panic: "I am reporting to you, Sir Zuo, that the Imperial Army's retreat has been cut off by the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and we cannot retreat now."

The front was blocked, and the way back was cut off.

Fujino Chuzuo's face became even more ugly.

The old devil gritted his teeth and cursed: "You bunch of losers, send the order immediately, gather half of your troops to launch a counterattack, and take back these hills for me."

"The rest of the troops broke out backwards with all their strength, and fought my way out no matter what."

"Hai!"

A Japanese officer next to him responded respectfully and turned around to convey the order.

"Chirp~!"

A harsh whistling sound sounded, and a cannonball landed nearby and exploded with a bang.

A Japanese officer quickly said: "Your Excellency Zhongzuo, it's not safe here anymore. We'd better move to a safe place quickly!"

"Bagaya road!"

Fujino Chuzuo cursed, but his body was very honest, and he followed the guards and moved away obediently.

"Kill me~!"

The little devil's reaction speed is still very fast. After all, this devil can be regarded as an elite force.

Amidst the roars of the Japs officers, a large number of little Japs screamed and rushed towards the mountain.

At this time, the main infantry force of the Eighth Route Army was already waiting on the mountainside.

"Da da da~!"

Intense gunshots rang out, and bullets rained down for a while. The hot bullets flew past, and the little Japanese who rushed in front fell instantly.

The Japanese officer who led the charge shouted at the top of his lungs: "Shoot~! Concentrate your firepower and hit them hard. No matter what, you must suppress their firepower, hurry up~!"

The little devils also stopped charging and fired back with their guns.

At this time, the Eighth Route Army's shelling was coming to an end.

The prepared artillery shells were basically fired according to Li Yunlong's order.

Even Ding Wei couldn't help but scold Li Yunlong as a complete loser.

However, if so many shells are fired, the effect is still very obvious, and the little devil has suffered heavy casualties.

Li Yunlong shouted excitedly: "Immediately pass the order, send out the signal flares, and the infantry units will charge with all their strength and try to kill these little devils for me in the shortest possible time."

"yes!"

The order was quickly conveyed, as several signal flares soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!