Faced with the Eighth Route Army's style of fighting that favors close combat, the 31st Division was obviously not used to it, especially when the two regiments of the Eighth Route Army and the 58th Infantry Regiment (a clerical error, it was written as the 38th Infantry Regiment, have been corrected)
After the close contact, the 58th Wing suddenly felt the pressure doubled. The 1st and 2nd Battalions at the front lost more than 300 people in less than an hour.
Don't underestimate this number. You must know that this is already one-tenth of the entire infantry regiment's strength. If the battle continues at this battle loss rate, the 58th Infantry Regiment will be completely wiped out by tomorrow morning.
The captain of the regiment, Colonel Inage, called for support without hesitation. Soon, the 138th regiment, which was less than ten miles behind the 58th regiment, also caught up after hearing the news. However, before they could launch the attack, those who were still there were
The Eighth Route Army that stormed towards them all retreated in unison, with such speed that even the Japanese army was surprised.
"Mr. Daomao, where is the Chinese army you mentioned? Where did it go?"
The 138th Regiment's Fukuzawa Sadao and Colonel had one hand on their waists and the other hand took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on their foreheads. The forced march just now was really too much for him. After all, he was nearly forty years old.
Running ten miles in one breath is also very strenuous.
"Those Chinese people retreated." Daomao Rang said with a helpless smile.
"Retreating?" Fukuzawa Sadawa was stunned for a while, and then laughed: "These Tubali are really as timid as mice, how come they ran away after fighting for a while?"
"They are not as timid as rats. Their attack just now caused us to lose more than 300 warriors!" Seeing that Fukuzawa Sadawa actually said that the Eighth Route Army was as timid as rats, Inamao Rang couldn't help but remind him out of good intentions:
"Fukuzawa-kun, although our division has been teaching with the Third Army these days and is not very clear about the strength of the Eighth Route Army, I can see from the battle just now that the fighting will of these Eighth Route Army is extremely tenacious. If we can still
They had a hand-to-hand fight, and their stabbing skills were very impressive and should not be taken lightly."
"They are just a group of bullies who are afraid of the strong. Inamao-kun, don't worry too much." Fukuzawa Sadawa didn't take Inomao Joe's advice to heart. At this time, his mind was full of how to chase the retreating Chinese troops.
Kill a few people to vent the frustration I've been feeling these days.
Of course, even though Fukuzawa Sadawa looked down on Tubal Road on the surface, the orders he issued were extremely honest, ordering the Japanese troops to defend in place and prohibit unauthorized pursuit.
While the Japanese troops were on alert everywhere, Li Yunlong and Ding Wei were discussing matters in a valley less than two miles away from the Japanese troops.
In the dark night, Ding Wei lowered his voice and said: "Old Li... the two regiments of the little devils have reunited. Now we can no longer take advantage. I think we should get down to business."
Li Yunlong smacked his lips and said, "Damn it, the little Japs in the Thirty-first Division are very fast. They can run ten miles in just one hour in vain. This military quality is better than that of the Thirty-seventh Division."
The division is much stronger."
Ding Wei nodded and said: "It goes without saying that the Thirty-seventh Division is at best a security division, and its combat effectiveness can only be regarded as a third-rate level among the Japanese army. It is incomparable to second-tier divisions like the Thirty-first.
Just now, two of our regiments relied on surprise and the convenience of darkness to eat more than 300 of them, but we also suffered nearly 200 casualties, which shows how powerful the other party is."
Li Yunlong didn't take this casualty seriously. After fighting for many years, he had already looked away. War is not about making a fuss about embroidery or treating guests to dinner. It is about killing people with real swords and guns. Now he can shoot 2
He is already very satisfied with the battle loss ratio of :3.
He glanced at the dark night sky and said leisurely and fascinatedly: "Old Ding, do you think we can defeat the Japanese's most elite standing division if we encounter them?"
Ding Wei said solemnly: "I don't know if we can defeat them, but I am sure that what we will encounter tonight are the most elite Japanese divisions such as the Fifth and Sixth. Our casualties will definitely be
It will increase several times.”
After saying that, he patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder again: "Okay, Old Li, don't think about these nonsense. It's better to lead the troops and seize the time to build fortifications. The brigade commander gave us a death order.
Let’s hold on for 48 hours.”
Li Yunlong snorted softly, "Who is the brigade commander looking down on? If he also transfers Lao Kong's new second regiment, with our Northwest Shanxi Iron Triangle, we can hold off the Japs for at least five days!"
Ding Wei ignored Li Yunlong. Even if their three regiments could hold off the Japanese army for five days, they would probably not have a few people left after five days.
As time passed, fierce fighting began again. This time the New Regiment and the Independent Regiment serving as the rearguard would not give in. After the intense work of more than 5,000 Eighth Route Army soldiers, several lines of defense that had begun to take shape had been
After the formation was completed, the 58th Regiment and the 138th Regiment attacked fiercely for several hours, but the Eighth Route Army position opposite remained motionless, which also made the two commanders feel very shameless.
"boom!"
The shells exploded violently around him, and the thick smoke and flying dust obscured Zhang Dabiao's sight. The thick smell of gunpowder smoke made him almost breathless.
Crouching in the foxhole, Zhang Dabiao could feel the shock coming from the earth when the shells exploded, and occasionally he could hear the screams and groans of wounded soldiers around him.
This wave of bombardment by the Japanese army caught the Eighth Route Army by surprise. It was obvious that the Japanese army had learned the lesson from yesterday and no longer planned to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Eighth Route Army.
"Brothers... get ready... raise your heads and be prepared. The little devil is about to rush up and die. Lord Yama and his old man are waiting impatiently. It's time to give him foreign meat!"
After six or seven intensive rounds of artillery shells, the thunderous explosions became sparse. Zhang Dabiao raised his head from the foxhole. Although artillery shells still exploded around the position from time to time, the smoke still filled the position.
, but behind the black and gray smoke, he saw a vague shadow, and at the same time, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in his ears.
"No...it's the little devil's cavalry!"
Zhang Dabiao's expression changed slightly. Unlike the infantry, cavalry charges were always violent and violent. Once they could not stop the first wave, a ruthless massacre awaited them.
Behind the first battalion, Li Yunlong's face became very ugly. He could see clearly from the back that these cavalrymen were at least a regiment.
He couldn't help but curse loudly: "Damn it, the people responsible for the reconnaissance and security yesterday were all dead. When did the little devil's cavalry come up? How come they didn't even notice any movement?"