Shaanxi Battalion Commander Xue was stunned when he looked at what was in front of him.
It was a rope made of bark. In front of their single-person battle line, someone was quickly laying mines.
Naturally, the mines were steel-helmet mines that kept coming from behind. The people who came to deliver the mines put down piles of mines that were so smelly that you had to cover your nose, then quickly picked out horsemeat or something else, and quickly headed towards the river.
Run to the other side.
There were quite a lot of things, and Belarus even drove back and forth a few times in his car.
Calm returned to the battlefield, but this time Zhang Sixing began to build fortifications on this side of the river.
What is disgusting and lacking in humanitarian light is that the parapets are made of Japanese corpses and earth and rocks. A company of infantry is placed behind the so-called "fortifications".
This company was equipped with Japanese cavalry carbines, and the recent victory also made these soldiers determined to fight.
"Can such a line of defense really stop the Japanese? And no line of defense is built directly on the road, without even digging foxholes or anything like that on both sides."
Looking at the defense line that was hastily piled up with Japanese corpses, soil, and stones, the infantrymen who were sent here murmured in their hearts while hurriedly getting used to the Japanese carbine.
"I'm just asking. I don't expect us to really fight them, but if we lose, we have to lose like this. This is called falsehood, true reality, true falsehood. Besides..."
Having said this, the company commander, who was also carrying a carbine, looked back and spoke in incomprehensible Cantonese.
"My old Pang just wants to show Chief Zhang that it is not Guangde Armsman who can fight, but our Guangdong Army's 66th Army Teaching Brigade is also unambiguous. The task of leading the Japanese into the ambush circle falls into our hands, and we will complete it for him.
Pretty, we will be paratroopers together in the future..."
"Captain Pang, what are paratroopers..."
A company of people stood guard behind the wall of Japanese corpses piled up like sandbags. If it weren't for the mud and bricks behind the wall of corpses, no one would have believed that this thin parapet could stop bullets.
But they don't need to block for long, they can retreat while fighting and then retreat to the edge of the pontoon.
The important thing is to let the Japanese see the breastwork formed by the corpses of their soldiers. It is best for the Japanese in the van to be angry and take it lightly for their soldiers who are about to collapse.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. It was almost noon. Sitting on the sandbag in the trench, Jason Lauer opened his face plate and lit a cigarette. He held a walkie-talkie and chatted with Zhang Sixing.
"Sir, it looks like it won't be difficult for us to hold on until the evening. It's noon now, so we just need to hold on for one more afternoon. Besides, the main position you have built is so strong, you little devil..."
While speaking, his heels tapped rhythmically against the parapet of the battlefield.
"This is a field battle, what we are dealing with... we can take advantage of it once, but there is no way..."
Thinking about the soldiers in his hands, Zhang Sixing didn't have much confidence in holding on until night. The only people inside that could really be used as humans were the few hundred people who came out of the Sixing Warehouse.
The others were just gathered and broken troops. He was confident that he had no general talents and could teach the soldiers how to fight in the middle of the night.
To put it bluntly, the victory in the early morning was just a series of successful tricks, but there are always times when a head-on confrontation is necessary on the battlefield.
This afternoon's battle will depend on how well the Guangdong soldiers in front complete their task of luring the enemy. If they really lure another group of enemies into the iron barrel formation...
Just stay till night...
According to Lao Yandai's report, now that they have enough transportation, they can evacuate quickly under the eyes of the Japanese.
After all, in addition to the cars that Zhang Sixing originally had, he now has two more four-wheeled carts with a few extra luggage, more than 200 horses, and nearly a thousand bicycles.
How can I go out seventy or eighty kilometers at night?
Moreover, with them blocking us, we don't know the other directions. At least it will be difficult for the Japanese to pursue us along the road in front of us.
In addition, there are four walkie-talkies provided by the enemy's 101st Division. These are really good things, but it is a pity that they are a bit scarce.
"Hansen's side is up to you. I must secure the way back."
Just finished chatting with Hansen Lauer, another contact came in,
"Sir, I am Zhang Changlin. The Japs are coming. They are divided into three groups..."
Zhang Sixing, who was lying behind the river bank, discovered that the Japanese attack force had appeared.
Yes, obviously the Japanese cavalry officers who fled back had brought back the situation on the river bank, which greatly reduced the possibility of another ambush.
While Zhang Changlin was on the phone with Zhang Sixing, the Cantonese army in front was already "ping-pong-ping-pong" with the Japanese.
It must be said that after the Japanese formed their formation on the plains, the charge was very fast.
Judging from the scale of the charge, there were three brigades. This kind of charge was absolutely unstoppable by the companies in front. The only hope was that they could cause misunderstandings among the Japanese before retreating.
The Japanese opened a skirmish line, with the front row and the back row about ten meters apart. A thousand people were enough to spread out the wide base and charge the Cantonese army's position from three directions.
Before the Cantonese army could fire two shots, the enemy's artillery shells fell on the Cantonese army's defense line.
Zhang Sixing saw with his own eyes that several soldiers behind a curved breast wall were lost in the smoke rising from the explosion of the artillery shell.
At this time, he discovered something bad. Originally, he used a company position to attract the attention of the Japanese, and then gradually lured the Japanese attack towards the river.
Unfortunately, only one squadron of Japanese attack troops from the two brigades on both sides attacked the Cantonese defense line, while the others moved closer to the pistol squadrons who were digging holes on the spot.
This was not the best expectation, nor was it the worst, but Zhang Sixing could not help but be a little disappointed.
Moreover, the Cantonese soldiers on the battlefield were so cruel that they took several shots, but they still refused to retreat from the battlefield.
The soldiers on the parapet at the front had already begun to sound the mines.
In front of each arc-shaped defense line, there are ten helmet mines buried. As for how to pull them out, it all depends on what Captain Pang thinks.
According to Zhang Xing's plan, he would pull two at a time to stop the enemy's charge, and then use rifle fire to kill the enemy. In this way, he only wanted to cause as many casualties as possible to the enemy, and then retreat quickly.
Ten minutes into the war, the first line of defense is already in danger.
"Boom boom boom..."
A large amount of shrapnel was sprayed at the Japanese soldiers who quickly launched an attack through artillery fire.
Unfortunately, the Japanese were in attack formation at this time, and the skirmishers were widely spread out. Therefore, even though five mines exploded, not many people were killed.
The Japanese must have known by this time that they were encountering "Cripple Maker" mines, so they all fell down after passing the first row of mines.
With the violent explosion of the helmet mine, the Cantonese soldiers who were tasked with luring the enemy in front used the explosion of the mine to retreat back from the defense line built with corpses.
However, Zhang Sixing clearly saw that they still had a few people left lying there like dead corpses.
"This guy named Pang has some special skills in fighting."