The battle in Qinglong Town was extremely fierce. On the other side, He Long divided his troops into battalions and companies, laying mines and ambushes everywhere. The fight was extremely intense. Because of the harassment of He Long's troops, the Japanese army actually marched less than fifteen minutes in a day.
As for the railway, it was completely cut off. The Japanese soldiers who had no choice but to get off the train felt extremely painful when they looked at the missing section of the railway. God knows where these railways went.
Mr. Zhu looked at the battle report coming from the front, exhaled softly and said, "The soldiers on the front line are doing well. How is the transportation team now? How many more are there?"
Liu Dake replied, "All our transportation teams will be on the road as soon as tomorrow morning."
Mr. Zhu nodded and said, "Okay, retreat as soon as possible. Although the Japs are hurt by our beatings, according to their temper, they will definitely retaliate crazily. If my estimate is correct, the Japs will hit Taiyuan in five days at the latest."
The city is under way."
The fierce battle in Qinglong Town is still going on. The morning sun has risen, illuminating the entire battlefield as red as blood. It contrasts with the blood, water, and gunpowder smoke on the battlefield. The broken guns and limbs and the cries of crows make the battlefield look like a beautiful picture.
, if any literati saw such a scene, they would definitely be inspired by poetry, but for the people in the picture, there are only two thoughts in their minds - killing the enemy and letting themselves survive.
Honda Masato never imagined that he would reach such a point. The ammunition of the army was almost exhausted. Compared with the more than a thousand people killed in the fire last night, all the supplies and ammunition of the entire brigade were destroyed in one
The ammunition was the most fatal loss, so Honda Masato could only send a telegram to Seishiro Itagaki to request that the ammunition be transported by air.
Boss Peng looked at the sky and said, "Order the troops to stop first. The Japanese will launch an air attack soon. Let's prepare first and have a meal by the way."
Zuo Quan rubbed his blood-red eyes and said, "Boss, do you think the Japanese have something to eat?"
Boss Peng snorted and said, "Breakfast should still be solved. After all, there are still some luggage outside the city, but we can't let them eat well. Now we have artillery, and the Japanese don't have artillery. We haven't fought such a battle in many years."
Let the artillery troops fire a few rounds every few minutes, and then let the soldiers on the front line blow the charge horn and shout from time to time, and then shoot cold shots. Don't let our guests say that we did not provide good hospitality."
After a night of bloody fighting, the armies on both sides were a little tired at this time, so they agreed to a ceasefire and took a break. Each of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army got a piece of ham sausage and a pack of instant noodles. The only job of the cooking team behind them now is to keep cooking.
Heat hot water and eat it dry if you want to, but more people still like to use a boiling water cannon. Once the butter melts, add ham sausage, the aroma of chili and the taste of butter mix together, the soldiers
Just smelling it makes my index finger move.
"Commander, tell me, how is this stuff made? Why is it so delicious? I will never get tired of eating it for the rest of my life." A soldier ate hungrily, feeling distressed even if a drop of soup fell outside.
Yang Chengwu was born in a poor family, and he also ate loudly. When he heard it, he laughed and cursed, "You can't stop your mouth with so much oil and water, right? I tell you, this is a treasure. I heard from the teacher that it was donated by overseas Chinese.
It's very precious. Don't waste it when you eat it. When you're full and warm, give it to me and kill the Japanese."
The soldier had finished the soup and was licking the bowl. While licking, he said, "Captain, how can we waste it? We all have to wash the dishes and smell them more."
Yang Chengwu took a look and said, isn't it? We are all soldiers, and most of them come from poor families. This oil and water must not be wasted. The bowl was almost as good as washed after being licked."
At this time, there was another burst of explosions on the Japanese army's position. This was the artillery unit greeting the Japanese army. Of course, the Eighth Route Army, which had been poor all its life, would not fight randomly. The easy-to-move 82MM mortars had been pulled in front of the position. There was no way to bully the Japanese army.
The artillery was deployed, and it fired at places where the Japanese troops seemed to have machine gun points or where infantry gathered.
The Japanese army did not enjoy their breakfast at all this time. A large amount of baggage was destroyed in the fire. Although there was a lot of food in the brigade stationed outside the city, the most critical water was not available. The Japanese army could only stay on the spot.
After digging wells and purifying the muddy water, the Japanese soldiers ate rice balls with a lot of sand, and you can imagine how useless they felt.
From time to time, the Eighth Route Army's positions would fire a string of bullets or fire a few cold shots. The soldiers in camouflage uniforms and straw hats had an obvious advantage in firing cold shots. The Japanese army could only respond with grenade launchers and precise rifle fire.
This makes the advancing mortar crew very happy. You come over with a grenade, and I come over with a mortar. Let's see who has the bigger caliber.
After a few more rounds of fighting, the Japanese army immediately unified their thinking. The mortars of the Chinese army on the opposite side were more powerful and had a longer range. We should just lie down in the trenches honestly.
At this time, the Japanese fighter planes that made Honda long for the stars and the moon finally arrived. Only twenty or thirty fighter planes were seen forming a formation and quickly crossing the battlefield and dividing into several groups to prepare for dive attacks.
All the Japanese soldiers stood up and cheered. The depression they had been suppressed and beaten all night seemed to be released immediately. Some Japanese officers kept waving their samurai swords, as if they could ride on the plane and kill the enemy.
Honda political officials quickly organized the soldiers to use slogans and flags to direct the air force, telling them that the enemy's artillery was on the right rear.
Only more than 20 Type 93 bombers were seen, escorted by seven or eight fighter jets, rushing towards Caijiagang as if there was no one around. Boss Peng, who had expected it, had already ordered the artillery units to disperse and move. What was waiting for them at Caijiagang now?
Ten wooden fake cannons and dozens of concealed anti-aircraft machine guns.
The Japanese plane quickly arrived at Caijiagang. Looking at the mortars in the bunker and the motionless soldiers in military uniforms, Takeo Hiranuma who led the team smiled slightly, shook the wings, and ran down. Because of the Chinese battlefield
The Chinese troops lacked anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft machine guns. The Japanese aircraft had long been accustomed to low-altitude operations, and some were even so arrogant that they bombed only a dozen meters above the ground in order to show their combat proficiency and to destroy the defenders' will to fight. For example
During the Battle of Xinkou, Japanese fighter planes pursued the 15th Division at low altitude, but were shot dead by Mark core machine guns placed halfway up the mountain.
The scene of dozens of planes swooping down one after another will be remembered for a lifetime. This is more terrifying than a tank charge. The feeling of powerlessness will easily cause the troops to collapse.
Takeo Hiranuma counted secretly, eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, well, let's drop the bomb when it reaches one hundred meters. How about lowering it a little lower? I really want to see clearly the panicked faces of these Chinese people.
Slowly, Takeo Hiranuma felt something was wrong. Why couldn't these Chinese soldiers even move?
At this time, dozens of fire chains told him the answer. At the command of the commander, forty or fifty anti-aircraft machine guns opened fire at the same time. The dense single chains stretched into the air like a big net, rushing towards the seven or eight people in front.
The plane was hit and burst into flames in an instant. Takeo Hiranuma at the front only saw countless yellow flames flying towards him and lost consciousness. His plane was hit and exploded in the air on the spot.
"Nani? China has anti-aircraft machine guns, immediately raise to a safe height!!" All the Japanese aircraft immediately climbed up desperately, but it was too late. At this time, most of the Japanese aircraft were at a distance of less than 1,000 meters.
, only fighter jets were on alert at high altitudes, and the chains of fire fired by those anti-aircraft machine guns were like fire whips from the gods, blowing up the planes one by one. By the time the Japanese planes fled to a safe location, there were originally nearly three people in total.
The large formation of ten planes had now reduced to only twelve or three. Seeing the smoking wreckage of fighter planes everywhere, the Japanese airmen at high altitudes only felt extremely fearful. Since the war began, they had never encountered anything like this.
After such a blow.
"Okay, well done. I have to give credit to the soldiers. Let's see if these iron birds dare to be arrogant." Boss Peng patted his thigh and said with a smile.
Of course, they don’t dare to be arrogant anymore. Japanese aircraft no longer dare to go to low altitudes to confront the Eighth Route Army’s anti-aircraft firepower. They can only drop bombs at a high altitude and then run away. At this time, it is completely impossible for aircrafts to drop bombs at an altitude of several thousand meters.
It was a matter of luck. Although two or three anti-aircraft machine guns were blown up and more than a dozen soldiers were killed, looking at the wreckage of more than a dozen planes on the ground, it goes without saying who won and who lost.
When the Japanese air force failed to attack the Eighth Route Army's artillery positions, they flew over the 115th Division. They probably thought that they could not go back like this, and also thought that this unit could not have so many anti-aircraft machine guns, so several fighter jets lowered their noses and prepared to take revenge.
, Lin Sanhu looked at these fighter jets flying towards his position in a daze, smiling like a fox. He only saw hundreds of fire chains suddenly appearing in the position. The 115th Division was indeed divided into only a dozen.
There are quite a lot of anti-aircraft machine guns, but there are enough light machine guns. Although they are not as high as the anti-aircraft machine guns, they can also be used for air defense. Those fighter jets felt as if they were in the sea amid a tsunami, and Honda Masato who was watching the battle also thoroughly watched
Knowing the strength of the army on the opposite side, with so many machine guns, there must be a China Central Reorganized Army on the opposite side.
After sending off the Japanese aircraft leaving Qinglong Town with gunshots, the Eighth Route Army, which had eaten well and had done warm-up exercises, looked at the remaining less than 2,000 Japanese troops and showed its sharp claws.
Less than half an hour later, the most violent attack since the war began. After only three red flares were seen, the fierce shelling began again. The soldiers also began to attack behind the barrage. The Japanese army also understood that this was the time.
At the last moment, Masato Honda came to the front line with a samurai sword. The Japanese 92 heavy machine guns and crooked light machine guns began to fire violently. The 129th Division on both sides of the mountains also rushed down the mountain, attacking from both sides, shouting loudly.
The killing sound made the Japanese soldiers caught in the middle feel as if they were about to be overthrown. The annoying sound of the trumpet made the Japanese soldiers want to plug their ears. The firepower network of the MG-34 machine gun and RPD machine gun made the Japanese soldiers feel the hail of bullets.
What exactly is going on.
Facing the Eighth Route Army's general attack, Honda's biggest political support was the marksmanship of his own troops. However, he found that the marksmanship of these cunning Chinese troops was surprisingly good. Of course, he did not know that these Red Army soldiers who came from the Long March had previously
It's all about firing a few bullets for a day, and each bullet requires you to gain something. Although there is still a lot of gaps compared to the Japanese soldiers who fed bullets, it is enough at this time.
In the original history, the Eighth Route Army did not have good guns and not many bullets, so it could only see the real results at fifty meters. At this time, the 115th Division and the 129th Division had the best guns of this era. Facing these Japanese soldiers, they could not do anything.
No fear.
Soon, the soldiers were approaching less than a hundred meters, and a bunker suddenly showed its power. The characteristics of the Type 92 heavy machine gun were revealed at this time. Although the Type 92 heavy machine gun was extremely heavy, it could shoot accurately with 70% accuracy on the target at 200 meters.
It is extremely powerful in defensive warfare.
The four or five soldiers at the front suddenly fell into a pool of blood. The soldiers behind quickly fell down and fought back. The Japanese soldiers in the bunker laughed loudly. Looking at the Chinese troops lying in front of them, they felt like a god.
An injured Eighth Route Army soldier was crawling back, and he immediately fired several shots at the soldier, breaking the soldier's thigh. A soldier wanted to rush out to save him, but the squad leader grabbed him and shouted, "Calm down, don't go in vain."
Sacrificed!" The soldier could only watch his comrades die with tears in his eyes.
"Fire!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from behind, and a black cannon barrel was seen fiercely firing a shell, but it missed and hit the side of the bunker.
"What happened? Hit again!" When the artillery captain saw that he missed the hit, he suddenly felt furious. These shells are so precious and they must be used on the edge.
The shooter quickly adjusted. At this time, the Japanese soldiers in the bunker also discovered the recoilless rifle in the distance. They quickly wanted to turn the gun head to block the attack, but the recoilless rifle took the lead. This time, they hit the target. The 57MM high-explosive shell went smoothly.
The bunker was blown up.
"Comrades! Go forward! Revenge for the fallen comrades!" Seeing that the obstacles in front were removed, the soldiers immediately rushed forward excitedly. The Japanese army could no longer stop the soldiers' charge. The Eighth Route Army soldiers first threw grenades at them, and then
He rushed into the trench, and soon the two sides entered into hand-to-hand combat.
The Japanese army has always been very confident in hand-to-hand combat. They only saw a group of Japanese soldiers holding up the 38-meter cover, turning off the safety, and hedging against the advancing Eighth Route Army. However, they saw the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side holding rifles and firing the final blow.
Once a bullet was fired, the soldiers' rifles were not big enough. They were afraid of passing through and hitting their own people, so they changed hands and took out an engineer shovel from their backs. With just one click, the soldiers first used an engineer shovel to fight the Japanese in hand-to-hand combat.
After the soldiers discovered the benefits, the method of using the engineer shovel for melee combat was immediately studied by the soldiers. Simply put, it is a three-part process. First, use a rifle to shoot the last shot from a distance, then take out the engineer shovel from the back, and then pick the enemy.
Open the bayonet of the Japanese soldier, get close and make a horizontal slash, and then you can go to find the next target. The Japanese soldier who was hit will often have half of his head cut off. Some soldiers with better martial arts will grab the gun with one hand and another
Holding an engineering shovel in hand and chopping off hands or heads, after a battle, there will be four, five, and thirty-eight strips on the back.
Seeing that his position was quickly breached by the Chinese troops, Honda saw a large number of soldiers killed. He quickly sent a report to ask for reinforcements, but was told that the reinforcements would take another day to arrive. Why? Mine array!! All the way!
The engineers couldn't find the mines. Only Amaterasu knew how these mines were made. They could only use tanks to go there. However, they thought about anti-tank mines. They imitated Honda's political materials and used stones to crush them. As a result,
After searching several villages, he could not find it. It turned out that after Liu Bocheng discovered that the Japanese army would use stone mills, he organized nearby villagers to escape the war and hid the stone mills while leaving the village, forcing the Japanese reinforcements to cut down the wood on the spot.
, using rolling logs to clear mines, how fast can it be at such a speed? I only walked a few miles in one night.
When Honda received the telegram, he was so anxious that the corners of his mouth blistered. He stopped hiding it and sent a message directly saying that if he didn't come back, the Second Mixed Brigade would be wiped out. Seishiro Itagaki called back directly,
At critical moments, the alliance flag must be burned first. As for people, if you can transfer in first, then just transfer in.
With the permission of Itagaki Seishiro, after looking at the one-sided battle situation, Honda Masai immediately ordered a brigade of troops to enter Qinglong Town to open a passage.
After receiving the news, Mr. Peng thought for a while and said, "Comrade Zuo Quan, what do you think we should do?"
Zuo Quan said relaxedly, "Our goal is to delay time, not to annihilate the enemy. The trapped beasts are still fighting. If we really want to eliminate these devils, we have to pay the lives of more than a thousand soldiers. The Japanese army is not weak. And the lives of our soldiers are better than those of the devils."
It’s much more valuable.”
Boss Peng nodded and said, "Come on, don't block the Japanese's retreat, just use the cavalry to chase them."
Nonaka Renta worked hard and finally led his brigade to clear a road in Qinglong Town. A sergeant asked softly, "Can we return to Japan?"
Renta Nonaka scolded, "Baga, are you a navy? Why did you say such unambitious words? Besides, now that the road has been cleared, do you know that we are about to turn into it?"
The sergeant nodded quickly to express his understanding. After all, in the army, words such as retreat are absolutely not allowed.
Honda Masakai rode on his horse and looked at the burned corpses of the Japanese soldiers and the smoking ruins. He couldn't help but shed two tears. He didn't dare to stay long and started to flee this sad place with his troops.
Seeing that the Japanese were about to escape, Lin Sanhu immediately ordered the cavalry regiment to attack again. The Japanese army was fleeing in the first place. After experiencing a great defeat, they did not have the courage to turn around and fight these life-seeking cavalry. The cavalry galloped around in the position, slashing and killing.
, the cheers of victory filled the entire battlefield with joy.
Boss Peng looked at the sun hanging high in the sky and said, "Based on this lesson, the Japanese will not come too soon. Let's prepare to retreat!" (To be continued, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations, monthly vote m.)
