Of the cavalry squadron attacked by Lu Feizhang's men, only five or six men escaped.
As for the other people who were killed or injured, they all fell to the ground. At this time, Lu Feizhang and his group quickly fired at them.
Now this is not a question of whether he is willing or not, this is a matter of being shot if he does not carry out the military order. After all, their own supplies are almost gone now, let alone feeding any prisoners.
Under Zhang Sixing's men, don't expect to feed the prisoners better than your own soldiers. That's impossible.
Because that does not conform to the psychology of the future, and the conclusion of future psychology is "Stockholm Syndrome", which is the method to make the captives surrender.
To put it bluntly, Maozi's high pressure and Yingjiang's slaughter can actually gain more loyal dogs.
Of course, this cannot replace the role of "preferential treatment of prisoners" in destroying the morale of the enemy army.
Even though there are only five or six knights escaping, for attackers, they only have one or two attack speeds.
After all, a war horse with an average speed of 24 kilometers per hour can easily escape a sniper attack.
As the "sealing" leader who went out for reconnaissance, the sniper team led by Zhang Changlin could not let them run back so easily.
"Stop observing. If there are more targets, shoot together."
As he gave the order, the observers around him fired together with him.
He was originally a sharpshooter, but now that he has such a good sniper rifle, of course he won't miss a single enemy.
Of the sixty-odd men in a cavalry squadron, five or six men were left, running unobstructed on the road.
The cavalryman lying on his horse looked at the corpses of the defeated Chinese soldiers and civilians lying on the ground. He buried his face in the horse's mane flying in the wind, hoping that the bullets that must be filled with the revengeful anger of the Chinese soldiers would not hit him.
However, it was a pity that with the crisp "bang" sound of the helmet being pierced, everything in front of him turned into boundless darkness.
Half an hour later, the rapid troops of the 101st Division, which had not waited for the reconnaissance team to reply, moved forward.
Even if there is no report from the front reconnaissance team at this time, as a fast column on pursuit and reconnaissance missions, there is no time to wait for intelligence from the front.
Moreover, according to aerial reconnaissance, the Chinese army is retreating rapidly at this moment. Behind them are only some scattered troops and fleeing refugees.
To the fast column, those people were nothing.
The first to appear was the three-wheeled motorcycle reconnaissance team. At this moment, there were only three motorcycle squadrons left and they advanced rapidly. They did not encounter any obstruction and arrived at the edge of the pontoon.
Then the motorcycles pulled away, machine guns and grenade launchers aimed at the loess positions on the other side of the river.
Heads were faintly seen shaking in those positions, but the motorcycle reconnaissance did not take them seriously. After all, behind them was the fast column, and behind them was the Army's 101st Division.
Such a force cannot be dealt with by the field fortifications on the other side of the pontoon bridge.
"Sir, we found a Japanese infantry and cavalry mixed brigade, about 1,500 people, with artillery and a baggage team behind them. They did not notice that the reconnaissance cavalry in front was attacked..."
A radio wave sent Zhang Changlin's voice to Zhang Sixing. At this moment, he was lying underground and was also observing the number of enemy troops, thinking in his mind which team should take action first.
After thinking about it, he took out a small pocket mirror commonly used by women. He raised two fingers as a sight and issued an order to the other side of the river.
The person in charge of the other side of the river was Hansen Raul. He stayed in a pit covered with camouflage nets on the side of the position and was specifically responsible for contacting Zhang Sixing.
Is there any way? There is no field phone, and the seized walkie-talkie is sent to Zhang Changlin for another one. The only way to cooperate between the front and back is this.
Zhang Sixing used a flash of light to indicate an order, and then he used a telescope to read military sign language to convey Zhang Sixing's order.
He reached out and wanted to comb the hair on his head with his fingers. He was just a non-commissioned officer, but there were too many things to worry about on the other side of the river. When his fingers touched his helmet, Hansen Raul had to put down his hand.
Although he received an order from Zhang Sixing to fire, he had to decide how to fire.
With the telescope in his hand, he looked towards the bridge end of the pontoon, where Japanese motorcycles were lined up in a row.
The river banks on both sides were almost as high as one side, and those motorcycles looked a little jealous to him.
After all, there are not many vehicles here, and now after a night of gathering, the number of defeated troops alone must be 3,000. A company that has completed the temporary formation is placed in those loess trenches.
He grabbed the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy next to him who was acting as the messenger,
"Tell Li Jixian in front of you that you need sharpshooters to fight, not motorcycles to hit people. Do you understand? Repeat it for me."
"Fight with sharpshooters, not motorcycles."
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in front of me, although he speaks a slightly difficult Guizhou dialect, is actually a smart kid.
"Go ahead, lower your head, be careful..."
Looking at the nimble rabbit-like movements, Hansen Raul gave instructions in blunt Chinese behind him.
"Bah, bah, bah"
Some messy gunfire came from the loess positions on the other side of the river. Some of the scouts on motorcycles were shot, screaming at the top of their lungs. The machine guns on the motorcycles opened fire together with the grenade launchers.
The Japanese officer of the motorcycle reconnaissance team observed with a telescope, and then used the walkie-talkie on the motorcycle to report to the back.
"Your Excellency Colonel, there is only a small group of infantry relying on field fortifications to guard the opposite side of the pontoon bridge, and there is no trace of heavy weapons. We have only been attacked by sporadic rifle fire, and we are fighting back."
The news reached the ears of Colonel Hisaka Oshima, who was leading the fast column, and a grin flashed across the corner of his mouth while riding on his tall horse. On the way to pursue, he had encountered such sporadic blocking troops.
There are both pre-arranged ones, and there are also spontaneous ones organized by the desperate troops, but for the fast pursuit of the column, they are not important.
Looking at the battle map unfolded by the chief of staff while on the horse, Colonel Hisaka Oshima felt a sense of pride in his heart.
Although they were fighting on Chinese soil, the combat maps they obtained were more detailed and accurate than those of the Chinese army. The annotations on them were even as detailed as how many people, how many houses, how many wells there were in each village, and even the number of wells in the previous year.
agricultural harvest.
Because of the twists and turns in this creek, if he could really capture this pontoon bridge built by an unknown party, his fast column would even appear in front of the retreating Chinese troops and cut off their retreat.
He raised the telescope again and looked at the pontoon bridge that was built very solidly even from the perspective of the Japanese army.
"Order, the infantry put down their bicycles and the artillery prepare. After suppressing the enemy's firepower, our cavalry brigade will quickly attack and seize the enemy's blocking position on the other side of the river in one fell swoop. In addition..."
The messenger who was about to leave stopped his horse and looked at him.
Colonel Hisaka Oshima then ordered,
"In addition, tell the artillerymen not to hit the pontoon bridge. It is very important for us to capture the bridge intact."
He sent the messenger away and said to his adjutant,
"Send a telegram to the division commander, saying that we have defeated the enemy's blockade and captured a pontoon bridge, which will reduce the division's march route by twenty kilometers..."