Lin Shiqian thrust the bayonet into the chest of a Japanese soldier and then pulled the bayonet out. A stream of dark red liquid spurted out from the chest of the Japanese soldier on the opposite side.
At this time, he had already thrown away the submachine gun that had run out of bullets, and was holding a Type 38 rifle that he had picked up just now.
Even though Lin Shiqian always smiles like a good old man on weekdays, when fighting, he is not ambiguous at all, with a fierceness that ordinary people don't have. This is why Su Rui appointed him as the leader of the 398th Regiment.
One of the reasons why he is the leader of the main brigade.
Under his leadership, the 398th Regiment rushed to the Japanese camp and fought with the Japanese for a long time.
In close combat, the power of the automatic weapons of the 398th Regiment was fully demonstrated. The power of the regiment's more than 300 MP38 submachine guns was fully demonstrated in this close combat.
In this case, the Japanese Type 38 rifle could not take advantage of its long range and high accuracy. The firepower was completely suppressed, and the losses continued to rise. In less than half an hour,
The 11th Regiment lost more than 600 people. The thousand puppet soldiers who cooperated with them were running to death and disappeared. Seeing this situation, Sasaki Wu Daizhi was anxious.
It's a straight jump.
He grabbed a staff officer and hurriedly ordered: "Hurry up and call the division headquarters and ask for emergency tactical guidance."
"Hai!"
In view of the virtues of the Japanese army who wanted to be both a prisoner and a memorial arch, they usually expressed their requests for reinforcements in a more tactful way. Asking for tactical guidance was actually a request for help.
After a while, the staff officer took the order and hurried over in less than ten minutes. He said to Sasaki Fifth Colonel: "Report to the commander of the regiment, the chief of staff said that the 21st regiment is already on the way, but they
Being blocked by the Chinese, he hopes you can hold on for another two hours."
"Two hours?" Sasaki Wu gritted his teeth and cursed, "It will be dawn in two hours, and the plane will be here by then. Why do I need his support?"
"Captain, the Chinese attacks are becoming more and more fierce. It is difficult to defend here. Why don't we temporarily turn to the 42nd Regiment on the left and wait until daybreak to recapture the camp? Wouldn't it be better?
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"this……"
Sasaki Wu couldn't help but feel a little moved, but when he thought about it, he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "No, without the order of the division commander, if I evacuate the position without permission, I will be tried by a military court."
The staff officer shuddered and asked in a trembling voice: "Then... what should we do?"
"What should I do?" A hint of ferocity appeared at the corner of Sasaki Wu's mouth, and then he pulled out his command sword with a "swish" sound and shouted sternly: "What else can I do? The reputation of the Imperial Army of Japan cannot be destroyed in my hands. Pass on my order.
Let the three major detachments go up to meet them, and all the Chinese who rush in must be wiped out."
"Hai!"
"Kill me!"
Under the orders of Japanese commanders at all levels, nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers rushed out of the cover and rushed towards the Chinese soldiers who were coming from the front...
When the battle reached a point where a faint blush appeared on the horizon, Lin Shiqian looked around him. At this time, there were only four officers and soldiers left around him. The two guards around him had been killed during the attack just now.
Struggling to pull out his cowhide shoes from the thick black mud, he fumbled to open the safety of his MP38 submachine gun and prepared to charge. Several soldiers walking in the mud not far from him, all of them
He was covered in mud, only his face was slightly cleaner, and the rifle in his hand looked like mud sticks.
In the sky, the M1 105-caliber howitzer responsible for suppressing the Japanese reinforcements was still firing.
The artillery shells screamed through the moist clouds, and the originally clear and bright sound of breaking through the air was mixed with rough noises; the red ballistics were a little blurry, and the edges of the ballistics seemed to emit wisps of tempered and splashing colors, as if they were embedded in frosted glass.
The ribbon is illuminated by the spotlight from behind.
The high ground held by the Japanese army was being completely roasted by a sea of fiery red fire. The grenades exploded one by one at their destination. The tops of huge mud pillars that suddenly shot up from the ground were dotted with dark red flower buds.
The highest position in Liujia Lake has changed hands many times between the offensive and defensive forces of both sides, and the fortifications have long been in dilapidated condition. Each of the troops defending this position cannot withstand several attacks from the opponent, because there is no decent place on the position for
Infantrymen dodged artillery fire.
Lin Shiqian looked behind him and secretly complained in his heart. If he couldn't capture the Japanese camp within half an hour, when it gets dark, the attacking troops would be exposed to the Japanese artillery fire and aircraft.
Not to mention the 398th Regiment responsible for the attack, even the 399th Regiment responsible for blocking the attack would have very few people left.
High-intensity combat brings high-intensity consumption. At this time, both the offensive and defensive sides are exhausted and have no reason to launch an offensive anymore.
Lin Shiqian struggled to stand up and was about to charge forward, but his boots were firmly stuck in the mud. With his mouth chewing on the mud, he fell solidly into the dark mire in front of him, lying in the mud.
He thought with some sadness and anger: "Damn it, is this attack going to end in failure?"
Just when Lin Shiqian fell into despair, a burst of fierce gunfire suddenly came from behind, and countless bullets passed over Lin Shiqian's heads and flew towards the Japanese position in front.
A loud voice shouted from behind: "Brothers, go ahead and kill all these little devils!"
Lin Shiqian looked back, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He mustered up his strength and shouted loudly: "Brothers, the brigade is here to reinforce us, everyone, keep rushing!"
The person who came was none other than Su Rui. When he saw the 398 and 399 regiments, they had been attacking for more than an hour and still had not defeated the enemy on the opposite side of Liujia Lake. The sky was about to get dark. He was so anxious that he personally led the plan.
Only the supplementary group responsible for watching the battle came over.
After swimming through a shallow lake, and then stepping through a mud pit that was blown up by artillery shells, Suri's body was covered with mud. After a while, Suri finally came to the 398th Regiment and found
He saw Lin Shiqian who had turned into a clay figure, but less than two hours later, he could hardly recognize the leader of his group.
At this time, Lin Shiqian's ragged clothes were covered with black and smelly mud, and a large piece of mud stuck to his cheek; there was a big bloody hole on his left shoulder, which had scabbed over, and the wound was also covered with mud; his trouser legs were already covered in mud.
It was covered with mud and clung tightly to his legs, and his cracked boots hung ridiculously on his feet.
If it weren't for the steel helmet on his head and the relatively clean submachine gun on his body, Suri would never have been able to connect the person in front of him with Lin Shiqian, or with a regiment leader.
"Lin Shiqian, you..." Su Rui couldn't continue. Thousands of words converged into one sentence at the end, "Lin Shiqian... can the 398th Regiment continue to fight?"
Lin Shiqian gritted his teeth and replied loudly: "I can report it to the host, yes!"
"good!"
Su Rui suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned around and said loudly to the soldiers around him: "Brothers, the success or death of our 300 brigade depends on this. If we can't capture the Japanese position within half an hour, everyone will not be alive.
Go back and fight to the death here together! Brothers, charge forward!"
"Kill!"
Everyone in the brigade took the lead in the charge, what else could the others say? More than a thousand people from the supplementary group who came with Suri shouted in unison and rushed towards the Japanese position. Behind them,
There are also countless soldiers from the 398th Regiment.
After nearly two hours of high-intensity fighting, the 11th Regiment was actually almost unable to hold on any longer. There were only less than a thousand soldiers left out of more than 4,000. The others were either killed by artillery fire or were killed in the attack just now.
Died in battle.
At this time, Sasaki Wu Dazuo no longer had the ferocious ferocity he had two hours ago. Looking at the Chinese army rushing over from a distance, all that was left on his face was a look of deathly gray, and his dry lips kept closing, showing that his
The owner's inner turmoil.
After a long time, a voice that seemed to float from the sky came out of his mouth, "How many combatants are there in our unit now?"
The chief of staff swallowed hard and then said slowly: "There are more than 700 combatants, including the lightly wounded, and one of the three captains was killed and two were seriously injured."
Sasaki felt his eyes go dark and almost fell to the ground. In the end, he supported the earth wall behind him to prevent him from falling: "In other words, after two hours of fighting, our regiment lost more than 3,000 people. Now,
Are there not enough people left to form a large team?"
The staff officer said bitterly: "That's true, Your Excellency, Wing Commander, but it seems that it will be dawn in half an hour, and our air force and artillery fire will be able to support us by then."
Looking at the Chinese troops rushing forward, Sasaki shook his head and said with difficulty: "Order the troops to turn in. If we continue to fight, those Chinese troops will certainly be heavily killed by our army's artillery fire, but our 11th Regiment must also start from
The Imperial Army has disappeared from the organization, and I cannot let the 11th Regiment be destroyed in my hands, even if I have to undergo a military court trial after returning."
"Co-captain!"
The staff officer's eyes suddenly turned red, and he almost cried when he looked at Sasaki Wu.
"It's decided, order the troops to immediately turn in the direction of the 42nd Regiment!"
"Hai! Turn in immediately!"
Following Sasaki Wu's order, the 11th Regiment, which suffered heavy losses, still obeyed the order resolutely and retreated from Liujia Lake towards Shijiatun. However, the 300 Brigade, which had no remaining power to pursue, only pursued it as soon as it was off the ground.
Withdrew because they had more important things to do, which was to quickly meet with the Third Army Corps in Linyi City...
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