In the eyes of the brigade leader, this is the real conspiracy.
Even though he knew that the Eighth Route Army was consuming the strength and physical strength of the garrison in the city through continuous attacks, creating conditions for the subsequent general attack.
But with insufficient troops, even if he knew that the Eighth Route Army was plotting against the Jixiong County garrison and that it was a trap, he still had to bite the bullet and dig in.
He could only sigh and order: "Tell all the soldiers who are still able to fight in the city defense force... to use all their strength and fight to the end. No one can take a step back without an order from the headquarters."
After listening to the brigade commander's order, the chief of staff realized that he had no good way to break the situation and could only continue to fight hard with the Eighth Route Army...
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At eight o'clock in the evening, the battle on the top of the city continued.
After a whole day of consumption, the city defense troops in the east of the city had beaten down less than 400 people. Many soldiers hid behind the battlements and fell asleep while beating them. This shows how tired these little devils are now.
Although the Eighth Route Army participating in the attack also paid a heavy price, each main regiment still had more than two battalions of offensive troops.
More importantly, in previous battles, the tank troops reinforced by the Special Forces Regiment have been useless.
Listening to the increasingly faint sound of firefights at the top of the city, Huang Yu immediately issued a general attack order...
Heavy artillery, mountain field artillery, mortars...all joined in the artillery preparations before the general attack.
The sound of light and heavy machine gun fire that enveloped the city was immediately replaced by the sound of exploding artillery shells, and soon the fireballs from the artillery shells exploded into one.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the entire eastern part of the city was submerged in artillery fire.
Under the dazzling firelight, the attacking troops could clearly see the scene of the little Japanese being blown away.
The Japanese headquarters in the east of the city had been razed to the ground by artillery fire during the daytime battle, and the captain was huddled in a corner to avoid the artillery fire.
This is a temporary headquarters set up by the security guard.
It was supposed to be a roof made of logs and sandbags. Even if it couldn't block field artillery and heavy artillery attacks, it could still withstand ordinary mortar shells.
As a result, the Eighth Route Army's offensive was too fierce, one after another, without giving the Japanese and puppet troops a little chance to breathe at the top of the city. As a result, the guards had no chance to build a roof for the headquarters.
The captain could only stay in this simple headquarters without a roof and continue to direct operations.
Faced with the sudden and violent artillery fire from the Eighth Route Army, he had to, like other soldiers, huddle up into a corner as much as possible to reduce the chance of being hit by artillery fragments and thus avoid the artillery fire.
In addition to the poor command environment, the captain was also very tired.
The soldiers fought against the artillery shells fired by the Eighth Route Army towards the city. As the commander of the city defense forces in the east of the city, he must advance and retreat with his subordinates.
So he didn't sleep for two days and one night.
Moreover, as a commander, the issues he considers are much more complex than those of ordinary soldiers, which means that he spends more energy in the entire battle than ordinary soldiers.
He had dark circles under his eyes and his face looked tired.
In order to keep himself calm during the battle and not give wrong orders due to fatigue, he had made several cuts on his legs and arms with the command knife.
Use pain to stimulate yourself and force yourself to stay calm.
But as time went by, the captain spent more and more energy, and the time he had to stay calm through self-mutilation became shorter and shorter each time.
In the beginning, one self-inflicted injury could keep me calm for two hours. Now, one self-inflicted injury can only keep me calm for half an hour. As a result, my arms and thighs have received several bloody cuts from the headquarters.
Maybe it's because he lost too much blood due to self-inflicted wounds, maybe it's because the captain is too tired, and his face is much paler than yesterday.
Listening to the increasingly dense explosions in his ears, the captain was keenly aware that the attack in front of him was a bit unusual.
Just as a new round of shells exploded, but before the second round of shells fell, the captain stuck his head out of the corner and looked out of the city through the battlements.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
This time the Eighth Route Army attacked not only the main force of two battalions, but also a large number of tanks and armored vehicles to assist in the battle.
The tank roared and puffed out black smoke as it rushed to the front. Two battalions of the Eighth Route Army followed behind the tank and quickly rushed towards the city.
"Bagheya Road... the Red Army wants to launch a general attack on us..." The captain's already pale face turned even paler than before, and he cried out.
Then he shouted at the subordinates around him and ordered: "Get ready to fight...all the soldiers who can still move will join the battle..."
After giving the order, the subordinate put his foot next to his body and actually fell asleep under the gunfire.
Seeing that he couldn't wake him up after two consecutive kicks, he decisively pulled out his command knife and slashed his thigh away from the aorta.
Self-mutilation can make him forget his fatigue and regain his composure in a short period of time, which will definitely be useful to his subordinates.
"Baga... enemy attack..."
The stinging pain caused by the knife edge quickly spread throughout the body, waking up the subordinates who were immersed in sleep. They grabbed their rifles and swept around, thinking that the Eighth Route Army had already attacked the city.
Seeing the captain standing nearby holding the command knife that was still dripping with blood, the wound on his leg was probably caused by him. A puzzled expression appeared on his face immediately, and he didn't understand why the captain would attack one of his own.
The enemy was facing a formidable enemy. The captain did not have time to explain to his subordinates why he had attacked him. He directly ordered: "Bageya Road... The Eighth Route Army has begun to attack. Why are you standing still? Hurry up and bandage your wounds and prepare to fight..."
"If you still want to sleep during the battle, just stab yourself in the thigh with a bayonet and stimulate yourself to stay calm through self-mutilation..."
Many ruthless little devils began to use self-mutilation to stimulate themselves. When they rejoined the battle, the attacking troops had already reached a position more than 100 meters outside the city.
"Dong dong dong..."
The truck-mounted heavy machine gun stared at the battlement where the little devil was and fired, causing gravel to fly and bullets flying to the top of the city through the battlement from time to time.
Compared with the heavy machine guns at the back that provide fire cover, the vehicle-mounted machine guns are very close to the city and are relatively stable, so the bullets fired are particularly accurate.
Coupled with the rain of shells falling from the sky, the casualties of the Japanese and puppet troops began to increase sharply.
Especially those little devils who did not stimulate themselves to stay calm through self-mutilation. Because they were too tired and tired, their tactical movements were at least twice as slow as usual.
In the past, after firing the bullets in the gun chamber, he quickly retracted his head, hid behind the battlements, pulled the bolt, changed the shooting port and continued to fire outside the city.
Now after firing the bullet in the gun chamber, it takes a second or two to retract the head.
On a battlefield where time is of the essence, one or two seconds is enough for the vehicle-mounted machine gun to fire more than a dozen bullets at the battlements.
Many little devils had their heads blown off and lost their lives in this way.
