Suddenly realizing that the focus of the Chinese attack had become the 108th Division, Iwai Torajiro felt angry and aggrieved.
"If you have the ability, go and fight against the Sixth Division. How can you risk your life to fight against my second-class division? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
But he was indeed right. It was because Gao Hongming and Commander Liu saw that the 108th Division was so easy to handle that they agreed to shift the focus of the attack to him.
Just when Torajiro Iwai felt terrified, he didn't know that a troop was heading towards his division headquarters with full of anger.
The tragedy in Wumingshan Village not only shocked the Ninth Battalion, but when the news reached the joint headquarters, everyone including Gao Hongming and Commander Liu were also shocked by the Japs' brutality.
Gao Hongming immediately informed the entire army that from now on, the Liantai Militia would never accept the surrender of all soldiers of the 108th Division. All officers and soldiers under the Liantai Militia, from the division commander down to the cooks, would not accept any sight of those belonging to the 108th Division.
Keep alive.
Looking at Gao Hongming who solemnly signed his name on the power supply, Mr. Liu originally wanted to say something, but his clothes were secretly tugged by Political Commissar Ping on the side. He could only swallow the words that were on his lips again.
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"Captain Gao."
Political Commissar Ping looked at Gao Hongming apologetically, "Commander Liu and I can understand your mood, but our Eighth Route Army has the discipline to treat prisoners preferentially, so we cannot issue such an order like you. Please forgive me."
Gao Hongming smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay. Your army has strict military regulations and disciplines. I can understand this, but it does not affect our mutual understanding. If you encounter such things in the future, just leave it to us.
Just let the Liantai Vigilante Group do it, since we don’t have to worry about too many lice anyway.”
Seeing Gao Hongming's nonchalant look, Commander Liu and Political Commissar Heping could only smile bitterly. Only then did they remember that this Commander Gao was different from them. He was a murderer.
A handful of poisonous gas on the Qingyuan River overwhelmed a reorganized division of the Japanese army. Two years ago, there was even a Jingguan Incident in Pingan County, which everyone knew about.
It is simply a joke to expect this man to abide by the same policy of preferential treatment of prisoners as they do.
The headquarters of the 108th Division is located halfway up a mountain. This mountainside is surrounded by mountains on three sides. There is only a small road on the front that can pass through. It is not an exaggeration to describe this place as easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Lei Xiangdong, who had just arrived, lay down in a bush, looking at the high antenna poles on the mountainside and the Japanese soldiers patrolling back and forth. He turned back to the company commander behind him and said: "If I read it correctly,
, this must be a headquarters of the Japanese, most likely the division headquarters of the 108th Division."
The first company commander immediately became excited upon hearing this, "Battalion Commander...if this is really the Japanese division headquarters, if we can take over this place, wouldn't our battalion's face be exposed?"
"That's for sure." Lei Xiangdong rubbed his hands, "I just made an observation. In less than ten minutes, I saw three assistant officers and six lieutenants coming in and out. The general commander of the regiment
We simply don’t have that many officers.”
"Then why are you hesitating? Let's do it quickly." The first company commander had already started gearing up.
"Why are you so anxious?" Lei Xiangdong glared at the company commander. He opened the map, looked at it, and pointed to a place.
"According to our aerial reconnaissance, a Japanese infantry regiment is stationed ten miles south of here. Once the battle starts here, it will take less than half an hour for Japanese reinforcements to arrive.
In other words, if we cannot resolve the battle within half an hour, we will become dumplings and be eaten by the Japanese who come after hearing the news."
"It would be great if the Eighth Battalion arrived, we wouldn't be so passive." The first company commander looked resentful.
According to the original plan, the Eighth Battalion and the Ninth Battalion were to outflank the left and right wings at the same time. The two troops should arrive at the same time. But for some reason, there has been no news from the Eighth Battalion until now, and even the radio station cannot be contacted.
I don't know what happened.
The planned plan suddenly lost half of the people, and no one would be happy if they changed seats.
Lei Xiangdong was naturally scolding his mother in his heart, but he couldn't show it on the surface. He said with a straight face: "You kid, stop complaining. There are reasons why the Eighth Battalion didn't make it there. What we have to do now is what to do."
Utilize limited forces to complete the tasks assigned by the regiment.
If you listen to the sound of artillery in the distance, it's the Eighth Route Army attacking the 108th Division. Don't let us lose control and let the Eighth Route Army brothers see the joke, it will be a lot of fun."
As the saying goes, competition is everywhere. Although the Liantai Militia and the Eighth Route Army are now united to fight the Japanese, how can the two armies not secretly compete with each other?
The Eighth Route Army is characterized by its tenacious style, and its soldiers fight fiercely and are not afraid of death. The Liantai Militia's victory lies in its fierce firepower, coordination between infantry and tanks, and coordination between infantry and artillery.
The two troops with different fighting styles are secretly competing with each other, so what Lei Xiangdong said unintentionally just now also represents the common thoughts of the Liantai militia.
After being trained like this by Lei Xiangdong, the first company commander did not dare to say anything. He could only look at his battalion commander eagerly, waiting for him to issue orders.
Regardless of Lei Xiangdong's ferocious training, he actually felt a little guilty. As he said, if the battle could not be ended within half an hour, the Ninth Battalion would probably not even be able to take down the Japanese division headquarters, but even himself.
They all have to catch up.
He picked up the telescope and took a closer look, and found that although the Japanese troops were not large, their firepower was not bad.
There were three machine gun fire points set up on the surface alone. Once the fighting started, the Japanese could rely on the three fire points halfway up the mountain to suppress the attacking troops from even raising their heads, let alone launch an attack.
However, it was not his Lei Hu's character to retreat in distress. He thought about it, and then called the three company commanders to hold a brief pre-war meeting.
He first introduced the current situation between the enemy and ourselves, and then said: "This is the situation. Now everyone is talking about how to fight this battle.
How can we defeat the Japanese division headquarters within half an hour, and we can escape unscathed before the Japanese reinforcements arrive?"
When the battalion commander asked for their opinions, the three company commanders were not polite. After thinking about it for a while, the three of them began to make suggestions. Soon, an attack plan full of the style of the Liantai militia was released.
At 12:40 noon, this time period was the time for the Japanese troops to have lunch. Just as the Japanese troops at the division headquarters were having lunch, with a dull whistling sound, a 107mm mortar shell suddenly fell on
A firepower point halfway up the mountain caused a huge explosion.