On July 10, the 227th year of the Republic of China (1938), the day when the Baoshan Division recovered Shimen and Zhengding, the Japanese base camp and the Central and North China Front Army headquarters responded quickly and mobilized three elite divisions to attack Shimen.
An attempt was made to reconnect the Pinghan-Hankou Railway and restore this strategic transportation line that is closely related to life and death.
On July 12, the second day after the Baoshan Division recovered Shimen, the 78th Infantry Regiment of the 39th Infantry Brigade, the forward vanguard of the 20th Division, under the command of Colonel Hisashi Kobayashi, the commander of the regiment, headed east of Pingding County.
Ten kilometers away, the blocking position of the 386th Brigade *** Regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army launched an attack!
In order to cooperate with the offensive of the 20th Division and quickly open up the Pinghan Line, the Japanese Aviation Corps directly under the North China Front dispatched thirty-six sorties of fighter bombers, taking off from Taiyuan, Datong, Baoding, and Peiping Airports respectively. The flight took off at 9 a.m.
Over the battlefield, they carried out indiscriminate bombing on the blocking position of the 386th Brigade *** Regiment of the Eighth Route Army!
The fierce fighting lasted until 12 noon, when the Woniushan Highlands on the left wing of the 386th Brigade *** Regiment's position was lost!
Ten miles away, the headquarters of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army.
Brigadier Chen's face was livid, and he was roaring into the microphone: "Madman Wang, listen to me, the Woniu Mountain Highlands must be taken back, at all costs! Even if you and your team fight hard, only one person will be left.
We must win it! Aren’t you, Madman Wang, usually quite capable? Why are you so cowardly now? Go, don’t come back to see me if you can’t regain the position!”
Captain Wang, nicknamed "Crazy", walked out of the war room with a dark face, and immediately looked up to the sky and roared: "Zhao Dezhu!"
Zhao Dezhu is the commander of the 1st Battalion of the *** Regiment. He is from Cangzhou, Hebei. He is tall and strong. He has practiced kung fu for more than ten years and is good at using a ghost-headed sword. When Commander Wang called him, Zhao Dezhu was cursing outside the regiment headquarters.
In terms of qualifications, he was the battalion commander during the Long March. In terms of strength, the 1st Battalion was the trump card of the *** Regiment. Why did the 2nd and 3rd Battalions have meat to eat, but the 1st Battalion didn't even have soup?
"Yes!" Hearing Captain Wang shout, Zhao Dezhu rushed into the regiment headquarters and responded loudly.
Captain Wang gave Zhao Dezhu a cold look and cursed: "You kid, are you scolding me behind my back again?"
"How dare I?" Zhao Dezhu immediately called out to Chongtian Qulai and said bitterly, "Captain, I just made a few complaints."
"Okay, stop scolding me," Commander Wang said, "The 3rd Battalion didn't fight well and Woniu Mountain was lost. You should lead the 1st Battalion to take back the position now. The brigade commander told me
We must take back the Woniushan position at all costs, even if your 1st Battalion fights until you are the only one left, Zhao Dezhu, we must take it!"
"Yes!" Zhao Dezhu straightened up suddenly and repeated loudly, "At any cost, the Woniu Mountain position must be recaptured. Even if the whole battalion fights hard and I, Zhao Dezhu, am the only one left, we must win it!"
"Go ahead." Commander Wang waved his hand and said with satisfaction, "I'm waiting for your good news at the regiment headquarters."
Zhao Dezhu suddenly turned around, walked out of the regiment headquarters, and immediately roared at the top of his voice: "1st Battalion, urgent assembly..."
Pingding County, headquarters of the 78th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army.
Colonel Tsunegashi Kobayashi was calling Major General Takagi Yoshito, commander of the 39th Infantry Brigade: "General, the heights of Wushiyama on the right wing have been occupied by our 78th Regiment. In half an hour at most, the heights of Xifengtai on the left wing will also be occupied.
If captured by me, the blocking position of the China Army will soon completely collapse!"
"Yo Xi." Yoshito Takagi nodded happily on the other end of the phone, "Kobayashi-kun, I hope you will not let down His Majesty the Emperor's regard for you, and I also hope that the 78th Infantry Regiment can demonstrate the supremacy of the Japanese Imperial Army.
With military power, he can quickly annihilate the enemy in front of him with overwhelming force and clear the obstacles on the way forward for the main force of the brigade!"
"Hai." Kobayashi Tsuneichi suddenly lowered his head and said, "I will never disgrace my humble position."
However, just as Kobayashi Tsuneichi hung up the phone, deputy commander Kamei Saburo walked in with a livid face and said angrily: "Your Majesty, Colonel, the Wuniu Mountain Highlands have just been lost again."
"Baga." Kobayashi Tsuneichi was furious and slapped Kamei Saburo in the face.
"Hai." Kamei Saburo suddenly put his feet back and stood at attention, and lowered his head heavily. He received the beating but never dared to complain.
Kobayashi Tsuneichi grabbed Kamei Saburo's lapel again and roared ferociously: "Yours, lead the 1st Infantry Battalion to immediately retake the Wuniu Mountain Highlands. If you fail to complete the task, then prepare to commit seppuku to express your guilt to His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Hai." Kamei Saburo bowed his head heavily, then suddenly turned around and walked away with the sakanata in his arm.
Woniu Mountain, the main peak position.
The Japanese army had launched six attacks, but they were all pushed back by the 1st Battalion.
Before the seventh attack began, the Japanese army conducted another artillery bombardment as usual.
Just after the bombardment ended, Zhao Dezhu struggled to get up from the trench, shook his head hard, and shook out the dirt on his eyelids, nostrils, and hair gaps. When he looked up again, he saw hundreds of people.
The Japanese soldiers were already climbing up from the foot of the mountain with bayonets in hand.
"The little devil is coming up!" Zhao Dezhu immediately raised the face-cleansing box and shouted sternly, "Get ready to fight!"
The originally dead position came to life again. Hundreds of soldiers struggled to climb out of the scorched earth. They nervously but orderly took out the last few bullets from their bullet bags and calmly loaded them into their guns.
chamber, and then placed the rifle to the edge of the trench. The black muzzle of the gun was already pointed at the Japanese soldiers who were climbing up.
Suddenly, Zhao Dezhu pulled the trigger of the facial cleansing box in his hand.
Fifty meters away, a cloud of blood suddenly appeared on the head of a Japanese second lieutenant, and he immediately fell over.
The next moment, the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the top of the mountain opened fire one after another. The only two machine guns also spit out firepower fiercely at the Japanese troops. The Japanese troops who were attacking upwards immediately fell to the ground, each looking for bunkers to shoot at the Eighth Route Army on the mountain.
, the Japanese army had the advantage in equipment, but the Eighth Route Army had favorable terrain, and the battle situation suddenly fell into a stalemate.
However, in less than ten minutes, the Eighth Route Army's bullets were exhausted.
The only two machine guns misfired first, and machine gunner Zhao Chengzhu roared angrily: "Batalion Commander, there are no bullets!"
"Out of bullets?" Zhao Dezhu pulled the trigger hard, but the cleansing box in his hand only made a soft click, and no bullets were fired from the barrel. The bullets in his mouth were also used up, and he reached out again.
Touching a grenade on his waist, he shouted angrily, "Grenade, use a grenade to greet these idiots!"
"Battal Commander, the grenades are gone a long time ago!" the deputy battalion commander yelled, "Not a single one is gone!"
"Damn it!" Zhao Dezhu took off the old military cap from his head with one stroke, and then took off the ghost-head sword from his back with his backhand, roaring, "Brothers, fix the bayonets!"
There was a crisp sound of bayonets clicking on the battlefield.
Zhao Dezhu turned to trumpeter Wang Yufang and shouted: "Xiao Wang, blow the trumpet!"
Wang Yufang is only sixteen years old this year. She looks like a girl, but is an out-and-out man. She stood up from the trench, raised the bugle, puffed up her cheeks and blew it hard.
Immediately, the clear, loud and penetrating charge horn sounded throughout the entire main peak of Woniu Mountain!
"Kill!" Zhao Dezhu waved the ghost head sword and jumped out of the trench first.
"Kill, kill, kill!" the Eighth Route Army soldiers who fought for the rest of their lives roared and poured out of the trenches with bayonets in hand.
The Japanese soldiers who were lying on the ground and shooting with their guns suddenly howled like wild beasts, stood up one after another, and ejected the bullets from the gun chambers, then faced the Eighth Route Army with bayonets in hand. The two waves of people met each other in an instant.
Collision, cruel and tragic hand-to-hand combat immediately took place on the mountainside.
At the foot of Woniu Mountain, Saburo Kamei was observing the battle situation on the mountainside through the artillery mirror.
Seeing that the 4th Squadron that had attacked the mountainside was actually at a disadvantage in a hand-to-hand battle, Kamei Saburo couldn't believe his eyes. The brave and skilled Japanese Imperial Army actually lost to Tobali in a hand-to-hand fight?
It’s simply intolerable! At that moment, Saburo Kamei turned his head and roared to the flagman beside him: “Send a signal to the artillery brigade immediately and start shelling!”
The flagman said solemnly: "Sir, the 4th Squadron is fighting with Tubal Road on the mountain!"
"Baga!" Saburo Kamei slapped the flag-talking soldier hard and roared again, "Go quickly!"
"Hai." The flagman lowered his head suddenly and quickly climbed up to the nearby high ground to raise the flag to the artillery brigade.
Wanniu Mountainside.
Zhao Dezhu cut down the Japanese captain in front of him to the ground with one sword. When he looked around again, there was no longer a Japanese soldier standing on the mountainside. However, there were only a dozen or so Eighth Route Army soldiers standing! At this moment, Zhao Dezhu
My heart is bleeding, these soldiers are all veterans who came from the snowy mountains and grasslands with 25,000 troops!
Suddenly, the scream of artillery shells sounded overhead.
"Quick!" Zhao Dezhu shouted quickly, "Retreat to the trenches quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cannonball landed next to Zhao Dezhu and exploded suddenly. Zhao Dezhu's strong body immediately flew up like a piece of paper, and when it landed on the ground, it was no longer intact.
It took half an hour for the Japanese bombing to end.
After the shelling ended, bugler Wang Yufang struggled to get up from the thick soil.
At this time, the setting sun had already set in the west, and the sunset was as bright as blood. Wang Yufang found that the battlefield was quiet, as if he was the only one left in the whole world! When he turned to look down the mountain, he saw hundreds of Japanese soldiers already there.
Climbing up the mountainside, the shining bayonets looked like blood stains in the sunset.
"Is there anyone?" Wang Yufang's voice had a clear cry, "Is there anyone alive?"
The empty mountain was silent, no one responded, only the Japanese soldiers on the mountainside were still climbing up cautiously.
"Is there anyone alive?" Wang Yufang shouted sternly, running from east to west, but no one responded. She just found a grenade with the cap unscrewed under a dead veteran. Soon,
, hundreds of Japanese soldiers rushed to the top of the mountain, and a dozen Japanese soldiers returned to Wang Yufang in a fan shape with bayonets in hand, grinning ferociously.
Wang Yufang retreated step by step, and soon retreated to the dead end of the trench. There was no way to retreat. However, the young soldier mustered up the courage. He put his left hand behind his back to pull the grenade, but his right hand raised the bugle. The loud charge trumpet finally sounded.
It sounded once on Woniu Mountain, and then there was a loud bang, and then everything fell silent.