On the battlefield five kilometers south of Chenjiazhuang, the cavalry assault speed is getting faster and faster.
Like a sharp arrow from the string, it pierced directly into the Japanese breakout troops.
Although the more than 200 Japanese soldiers who were abandoned by the commander were unwilling to do so, they could not disobey the military order.
Looking at the cavalrymen charging closer and closer in front of them, even though they knew that they were rushing to the front and would die in vain, they still held up their rifles with bayonets and launched an attack head on.
The remaining six to seven hundred Japs quickly moved closer to the regimental commander, intending to set up a temporary defense line there to block the cavalry attack.
In the eyes of the commander: the more than 200 infantrymen confronting the cavalry will certainly not be able to stop the cavalry offensive, but they can slow down the cavalry assault.
More than two hundred pigs running into the cavalry would cause quite a chaos, let alone the more than two hundred well-equipped Kwantung Army.
It's definitely okay to give yourself two or three minutes.
But the scene that happened in front of him made him stunned on the spot.
The cavalry of less than five hundred men was suddenly divided into three.
More than a hundred cavalry continued to charge forward, hitting the bait they threw head on.
The remaining more than 300 cavalrymen were divided into two and inserted directly into the two wings of the decoy, intending to bypass them and continue to launch an assault on themselves.
"BaGeYa Road, the enemy was not fooled..." The captain became flustered again.
Seeing that there was only one squadron gathered around me, and other troops were still on the way, it was obvious that we ran out of time, so we ordered immediately.
"Assemble two more squadrons to take the initiative and block the cavalry offensive at all costs."
"If you don't have a squadron, send a small team. If you can get one more minute, get one more minute. Go faster."
At the critical moment, the commander once again chose a strong man to cut off his wrist and threw out two infantry squads as bait, hoping that the Eighth Route Army would take the bait.
The Eighth Route Army was not fooled the first time the same trick was used, let alone now.
Facing the oncoming Japs, the two sides of the flanking cavalry split up again.
Each of them separated two cavalry platoons to face the Japanese attacking force, and the other troops bypassed the Japanese attacking force and continued to lead the Japanese army.
"Arrange two more squads to meet us. We don't have many cavalry left to flank us?" The captain became addicted to spreading bait and threw out two infantry squads again.
This time the two flanking cavalry did not separate their forces and collided head-on with the Japanese attacking troops.
At this moment, the first two squadrons sent by the regimental commander had already collided with the cavalry.
The high-speed horses were like unstoppable steel behemoths. As soon as the two sides came into contact, more than thirty Japanese were knocked away and smashed to the ground.
He turned into a corpse before he could take action.
Five or six other Japanese soldiers huddled together. Some faced them head-on, while others attacked from behind. They planned to risk their lives and kill dozens of cavalrymen.
But the cavalry company didn't give them this chance.
The war horses roared past them, and the cavalrymen swung down the sabers in their hands. A flash of sword light flashed, and the little devil was killed just like chopping melons and vegetables.
After killing a Japs, he doesn't stop and quickly rushes to the next Japs.
The Japanese who were responsible for the sneak attack did not even touch the cavalry's fur, but instead ate a mouthful of dust kicked up by the horse's hooves.
"kill……"
The following cavalrymen came over just in time, raised their swords, and before the little devil could spit out the dirt in his mouth, a three-inch long bloody gash was cut in his neck. Blood spurted out, killing him instantly.
"Sir, the remaining troops of the regiment have been assembled, and there are two reinforcement squadrons with more than 400 people." The chief of staff set up a temporary defense line and reported to the commander of the artillery regiment.
"How many machine guns are there?" the commander asked, still looking worried.
There were too many cavalrymen in the surprise attack. Although they were caught off guard by the counterattack force they sent, they would definitely lose a lot of people, but they were still an assault force that cannot be underestimated.
If the number of light machine guns is too small, they will still be unable to stop their surprise attack.
"Fourteen, plus hundreds of rifles, can definitely block the cavalry assault." The chief of staff continued to report.
Hearing this, the captain breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."
"The attacking troops cannot hold back for long."
"Let everyone prepare for battle. As long as we stop the cavalry's first assault and inflict heavy damage on them, we will win."
The four squadrons sent by the commander were the first to be killed, but the 300 or so cavalrymen who ended the battle did not attack them directly. Instead, they circled around the temporary defense line just built by the Japanese army, seeming to be waiting for another squadron.
The cavalry troops ended the battle and launched an attack together.
Faced with this situation, the captain's dream of defeating them one by one was shattered.
We can only guard the line of defense and continue to wait.
Two minutes later, the first two infantry squadrons sent by the regiment commander were completely wiped out. The last cavalry of the Eighth Route Army finally freed up its hands and charged towards the temporary defense line.
The co-captain felt that his opportunity had come.
By holding the line of defense and severely injuring the opponent, you can get rid of the cavalry attack and continue your retreat.
the more you hope, the harder you fall.
When they were still three to four hundred meters away from the defense line, the cavalry that was rushing over suddenly began to slow down, and joined the cavalry who had arrived earlier and continued to circle around the defense line without any intention of launching an attack.
The captain seemed to have thought of something, slapped his head violently, and shouted out loud: "Baga, we have been fooled..."
"The Eighth Route Cavalry was worried that the troops would suffer too many casualties and did not dare to attack us. They wanted to block us here and wait for the infantry to encircle us again."
"We shouldn't have gathered just now, we just dispersed and broke out."
"The number of cavalry is limited and it is impossible to spread out and hunt down all of us."
"It's better now. The troops are gathered together, like a piece of fat meat, being stared at by hundreds of cavalry. They dare not leave even if they want to."
"The Eighth Route Army has mountain and field artillery. If we only overwhelm them and kill two main battalions, we will not be able to escape."
"Captain, why don't we divide our forces and break out now..." The chief of staff also realized the seriousness of the problem, and his face was full of regret, but there is no regret medicine in the world, so he could only tentatively propose a solution to the commander.
The captain shook his head: "It's too late..."
"When the cavalry first appeared, our strength was twice that of theirs. At that time, we divided our troops to break out, and maybe half of the troops could escape."
"Our current strength is about the same as theirs. The Eighth Route Cavalry can annihilate us all even if they target each one. How can we divide our forces to break through?"
The chief of staff asked with a look of despair: "Then we can only stay here and wait to die?"
The captain shook his head and replied: "It's definitely impossible to wait for death?"
"But no one can guarantee whether we can successfully escape the pursuit of the Eighth Route Army and return to Baoding alive. We can only rely on luck."
"Luck?" the chief of staff was stunned.
This was the first time since he became the deputy to the commander of the regiment that he heard the words "fighting depends on luck" from his mouth.
The captain nodded: "The troops break out as a team, don't give the cavalry any chance to attack us, and get out of the effective range of the mountain artillery as soon as possible."
"If the Eighth Route Army infantry did not encircle us during this period, we would have a chance to evacuate the battlefield."
"If the Eighth Route Army infantry blocks us here, Amaterasu will not be able to save us even if he comes."
