At Yagi Shigeru's insistence, Jutaro Amakasu finally agreed to his plan. Half an hour later, everyone in the 215th Regiment received the order to conduct a night attack tonight, and the entire Regiment acted like a clockwork machine.
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In a secluded campsite, Ozawa Tenzo, who was writing a diary under dim light, wrote down today's diary in his notebook. Before he could put down the pen in his hand after writing the diary, the chandelier hanging on the roof of the tent suddenly shook.
After a moment of shaking, the sound of dense explosions reached his ears.
That was Chinese artillery fire. To this, Tozo Ozawa could only curse in a low voice.
The Chinese army here is completely different from the Chinese army he has seen in the past two years. This army never seems to know what frugality is. Their artillery fire can be said to be from morning to night, especially they have a kind of artillery fire calibrated to shoot at aircraft.
Disgusting.
This kind of aircraft is as small and exquisite as a dragonfly. It often flies close to the treetops. It makes a quiet sound and is extremely concealed. However, as soon as it appears, it means that the artillery fire from the opposite side will soon fall.
There are countless warriors from the 215th Regiment who died under the fire from the opposite side. If you were to ask what the most annoying thing about the 215th Regiment is, probably 80% of the people would unanimously answer the kind of artillery fire that fires at planes.
"I hope tonight's meat bomb attack will be successful!" Tozo Ozawa, who had just put away his notebook, found someone grabbing his right hand. When he turned around, he saw that it was Ryo Ishikawa.
Ishikawa Ryo joined the army last year. As soon as he was assigned to their team, he and I became close friends. Ishikawa Ryo joined the army right after graduating from middle school in July last year. He was originally engaged and planned to get married this year, but after a while
"Ozawa-kun, I have a hunch that I may die in battle tonight!" Ishikawa said softly to Ozawa beside him, his eyes full of fear.
"Originally, I wanted to go back alive and get married, but now I don't have this dream. This is my address. After I die, will you be willing to write to my...mother?"
Ozawa nodded and held Ishikawa's hand tightly to reassure him. Then he thought about it and handed his Japan to Ishikawa solemnly: "If I am beaten to death... Ishikawa-kun, please give it to me too."
My wife wrote a letter and gave him my diary."
The two comforted each other, but they both understood that this possibility was very low.
They have already seen how fierce the firepower of the Chinese people on the opposite side is in the past few days. Not to mention anything else, the bunker group alone has devoured too many lives, not to mention that the execution tonight by their unit was all to pieces.
Night attack plan
Not far away, the soldiers who were ordered to carry out the meat bomb attack had quietly cut off their hair with scissors and put on clean underwear. For them, even if they die, they must die cleanly. As for their hair and nails,
Leave it to your family.
While the soldiers were busy leaving something for their families, some officers of the 215th Regiment hung white cloths on each other's backs to allow their soldiers to follow them in the dark night, and a major seemed to want to
Much smarter than these people, he sprinkled a large bottle of perfume he grabbed from nowhere on himself. His order to his subordinates was also very simple, "Smell it with your nose and follow me."
At 2:10 in the morning, the 215th Wing set off under the leadership of Wing Commander Yagi Shigeru.
The regiment of more than 2,000 people walked in the weak moonlight on a position that was one foot deep and one foot shallow. Colonel Shigeru Yagi, who was determined to die for his country and serve the emperor, held his command sword and led the soldiers of the 215th Regiment slowly toward the opposite side.
The Chinese positions were touched.
Above their heads, there were flares fired by the Liantai militia from time to time. The bright lights illuminated the entire land extremely pale. Whenever flares flashed in the sky, Japanese soldiers wearing camouflage nets filled with weeds and branches would
Ozawa and Ishikawa, who were lying on the ground and stopped advancing, holding Type 38 rifles with bayonets in their hands, followed closely behind the commander Yagi Shigeru.
From time to time during the march, someone would slip and fall to the ground, making a metallic clang sound, followed by the low voices of the officers.
In a foxhole at the front of the position, two soldiers were hiding inside and smoking cigarettes. A senior soldier suddenly stepped on the cigarette butt still on the ground and leaned out to observe.
A sergeant who was also in the foxhole asked, "What's the matter with you boy?"
"Sir, why do I always feel like my right eyelid is always twitching?" The soldier held the MG42 machine gun and looked outside while blinking constantly, as if he was looking for a theoretical basis for his twitching eyelid.
"The right eye is jumping, you are trying to be lazy, I... no... the Japs are coming!" The squad leader who was about to scold this subordinate casually looked down and seemed to find some shadows moving slowly.
His heart immediately beat violently.
Just when the 215th Wing was about to arrive in front of a high ground, a shout suddenly rang out from above. Ozawa, who was originally nervous, was so frightened that he quickly fell to the ground.
Then an M24 grenade exploded among the Japanese aircraft. In the light of the explosion, Ozawa saw a figure standing less than fifty meters away from him, straightening his upper body, holding a rifle and preparing to shoot at them. It was obvious that that figure was
The soldier was the sentry on the opposite side, and he was the one who threw the grenade just now.
Just when Ozawa was about to shoot, a figure suddenly rushed to the sentry from below. The bayonet in his hand pierced the sentry's chest. The sentry also pulled the button while falling.
trigger.
"Japanese sneak attack..."
Following a brief period of confusion, tracer bullets like death's scythes trailed orange-red tracks down from the high ground, and the screams of the hit soldiers could be heard around Ozawa from time to time.
The silence of the early morning was broken by the sound of "Tusi Gei Gei" resounding through the sky and the sound of machine guns ripping off tarps.
Led by a black figure with a white cross on his body, more than two thousand soldiers of the 215th Regiment rushed towards the Chinese position.
They divided into two groups, one heading towards the high ground, and the other heading around the flanks, trying to get as close to the bunkers as possible.
Before arriving, Yagi Shigeru had given an order to all the officers of the regiment. The only purpose of tonight's raid was to penetrate the Chinese positions on the opposite side. Even if they could not penetrate, they would blow up their bunkers as much as possible. As long as they could
If they blow up this group of bunkers, it will be worth it even if they all fight together.
Yes, this was Yagi Shigeru's order, paving a bloody path for the division with the sacrifice of more than two thousand people.
The fifth battalion responsible for guarding this position had suffered heavy casualties and had retreated to the rear for repairs and replenishments. It was replaced by Nong Tiancai's fourth battalion.