To the north of Jinzhou City, on a road leading to Taiyuan.
The burning truck was emitting green smoke, the air was filled with a thick smell of gunpowder smoke, and the road was full of Japanese soldiers leaning on crutches and groaning in pain.
On a street more than 800 meters away from the 115th Division, wealthy families usually live on this street, so almost all the houses and courtyards here are built of blue bricks and large stones.
After the Japanese army forcibly occupied this area some time ago, they reinforced these houses, set up many machine gun fire points and even deployed artillery. The 265th Regiment under the 115th Division was stationed in this area.
At this time, the street was filled with smoke and fire, and dense bullets were fired like raindrops at the officers and soldiers of the 43rd Division of the Jinsui Army's temporary division who attacked them. From time to time, soldiers who had no time to avoid were shot.
Injured or sacrificed.
"Artillery... push the artillery over quickly!" A captain of the Jinsui Army shouted loudly to the soldiers behind him.
"Company commander, our artillery hasn't caught up yet!" a soldier replied loudly.
"Damn it." Looking at the building that was constantly spitting out tongues of fire, the captain punched the broken wall on the side. He was given two hours to take down the building opposite, but he saw that
As time passed, they were still blocked here.
What is certain is that if he can no longer complete the task, he will definitely not get any good results.
"Suicide Squad!"
Following his loud shout, more than a dozen soldiers quickly appeared behind him. The oldest of these soldiers was in their forties and the youngest was less than eighteen years old.
It's just that regardless of age, everyone has a look of determination on their faces.
The captain showed no nonsense on his face, pointed to the house in front of him and said fiercely: "Brothers, I don't want to lie to you either. Going to blow up the Japanese stronghold this time is a narrow escape, and the chance of survival is not great.
But I can promise you that for every brother who dies, the pension will be doubled and will be delivered to your family. If you violate me, Wei Qingshan is worse than a pig or a dog. Make preparations now. Can you write down any last words?
Or ask other brothers to write for you, and we’ll gather in five minutes!”
All of them dispersed, and only the youngest soldier looked at his company commander in fear, with panic and fear in his eyes. He wanted to say something but did not dare to say it.
The captain looked at the soldier with a childish face, sighed softly, and patted his shoulder helplessly: "San Wazi, I can't help it. Who told it to be your turn this time? Don't do it either."
Hate me, okay?"
"I know the company commander." The young soldier sniffed and tried to hold his head high: "I'm not afraid of death. I just don't worry about my mother and sister at home. But if my pension can be doubled after I die, I will
My sister got married in a glorious manner with a dowry.
Company Commander, can you really guarantee that this money will be delivered to my mother and sister?"
Listening to the words of a half-grown child soldier, the company commander's eyes, which had been used to seeing dead people over the years, turned red. He nodded vigorously and said, "Of course, I promise."
"Company Commander, I believe you." After the young soldier finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the explosive bag at his feet and carried it behind his back. He also tugged on the strap to make it tighter.
Soon the five minutes were up, and the captain lying in a corner shouted: "Everyone opens fire, provide fire cover, and the death squads are ready!"
Following the captain's shout, all the soldiers stretched out their heads and fired at the Japanese fire points. The intensive firepower actually silenced the Japanese machine guns for a while.
Seeing that the fire suppression was effective, the captain was about to order the death squads to attack when suddenly there was a "creak" sound of metal friction behind him. He looked back and saw a steel monster under the cover of dozens of soldiers wearing iron-gray uniforms.
It was slowly heading towards them, the black muzzle pointing straight ahead.
"boom……"
A flash of fire flashed, and the firepower point that had just poured out the flames suddenly became mute. The house that had been reinforced with cement by the Japanese army suddenly had a hole the size of a table, and thick smoke was billowing from the hole.
"Tanks... our tanks are coming!"
After seeing the tanks, these Jinsui troops shouted out with excitement, and those suicide squads who originally thought they had a narrow escape shed tears of excitement.
Only the young soldier who was not yet a minor had the courage to ask the captain: "Company commander, what you just said is that if you are killed in action, you will get double the pension. Is it true?"
"piss off!"
After two days of fierce fighting, Lieutenant General Fumio Katsuda, commander of the 115th Division, had planned to use the street fighting in Jinzhong City to kill a large number of casualties and severely damage the Chinese army. Instead, his own positions were lost one by one.
In addition to retreating, the 115th Division retreated. Whenever a large number of Eighth Route Army troops wearing gray uniforms and Jinsui Army troops wearing blue uniforms appeared in front of a building where the Japanese troops were stationed, large-caliber artillery and even tanks would definitely appear.
In particular, the power of the 203-caliber artillery is even more unexpected. This heavy artillery, with a single shell weighing hundreds of kilograms, is so powerful that it often hits even the strongest building within a radius of tens of meters.
It will also collapse suddenly.
Looking at the depressed soldiers on the roadside through the car window, Katsuda Fumio looked solemn.
He never imagined that without the cover of the Army Air Force, the Imperial Japanese Army, which had always been invincible, would be so vulnerable.
In fact, Katsuda Fumio knew very well that Okamura Neiji had no confidence in whether the 115th Division could hold Jinzhong. His real purpose was to turn Jinzhong into a millstone and consume a large amount of the main forces of the Jinsui Army and the Eighth Route Army here.
, even if the blood of the 115th Division and the Eighty-sixth Brigade was shed for this, they would not hesitate.
But now it seems that Okamura Neji miscalculated. The Jinsui Army, which he had never paid attention to, actually seemed to have been reborn after receiving air support, and its combat effectiveness was qualitatively improved. He carefully arranged
The plan to lure the enemy deeper became a joke.
In front of the Chinese army's heavy artillery and tanks, the fortified strongholds were smashed open one by one by the Chinese army. It only took the Chinese army three days to capture half of Jinzhong City.
After thinking about it, Fumio Katsuda decided to lead the remaining 10,000 troops, including the remaining two main regiments, to withdraw from Jinzhong.
Even though he knew the consequences of doing so, he did it anyway.
"Amaterasu, please bless us to retreat to Taiyuan smoothly. The 115th Division can no longer withstand greater casualties."
Katsuta Fumio looked at the sky. It will be dark in two hours. By then, the Chinese plane will have to return. It will be time for them to retreat. He hopes that the troops holding on in the city can fight for them.