The first thousand two hundred and eleven chapters
The Japanese attack in the city temporarily stopped. Although the gunfire stopped, no Japanese were searching and clearing out the houses one after another under the cover of grenade launchers. In the drifting smoke, not even the Japanese figures could be seen.
But the brothers hiding in the ruins did not relax their vigilance, because they knew that the Japanese were hiding behind the bunkers and broken walls more than a hundred meters away from them, and had not left, ready to pounce on them and tear them to pieces at any time.
The Japs were indeed what these brothers who were covered in blood and blackened by smoke had guessed. They were just suspending their attack. In the dead atmosphere, they were nurturing a new round of attack.
After the Japanese commander Yamaguchi Akamatsu knew that they might be encountering the main force of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, it was like meeting an opponent in chess. While Yamaguchi Akamatsu was excited, he also wanted to be in a better state to kill the opponent in one fell swoop instead of falling into an endless battle.
Consumption.
Therefore, the Japanese soldiers temporarily stopped attacking, but they did not leave the line of fire. They rested in their fighting positions to replenish their physical strength.
The Japanese soldiers were recharging their strength and preparing to deal a thunderous blow to the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were hiding in the ruins and resisting.
Boxes of ammunition were transported from outside the city to the city and distributed to the Japanese soldiers who had very little ammunition left.
The Japanese transported almost all heavy weapons except the 75mm mountain cannon to the firing line in the city, aimed at the buildings suspected of hiding guerrillas, and began to adjust the shooting parameters.
The Japanese soldiers were busy distributing replenishing ammunition, drinking water and eating in the bunker to replenish their strength and accumulate strength for a new round of attack.
Compared with the Japanese soldiers who can be repaired, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who hide and fight in the ruins and buildings of the city do not receive such good treatment.
Due to the chaos of command in the city, the brothers were originally ordered to retreat, but in the face of the Japanese infiltration and penetration, they were blocked in the city.
At this moment, the little Japs were eating and drinking to replenish their strength, but the brothers could only rely on the bunker to starve. More wounded people could not be sent out because of the Japs' blockade.
Behind a broken wall only twenty meters away from the line of fire, more than a dozen seriously injured people were lying weakly on the ground.
A medical soldier in the company who wore a red cross logo on his sleeves no longer had any bandages or medicines in his hands. Looking at his brothers in extreme pain, he felt bad in his heart.
"Brothers, please hold on a little longer. When it gets dark we can stand out and everyone can survive."
The medical soldiers did not have enough medicine to treat these seriously injured brothers, so they could only clean their dusty wounds, talk to them, and comfort them.
"Don't lie to us. All the troops have withdrawn. We...we can't break out." There were seriously injured people lying there, weakly retorting to the medical soldier's words.
Everyone knew very well that the order to retreat had been issued. They were among the troops blocked in the city. Now all the troops were busy running for their lives, and no one would risk their lives to come back to rescue them.
As time goes by, there will only be more and more Japanese in the city, and their situation will become more and more difficult. Being able to escape alive has become a luxury.
"Yes, if Chief Yang is here, he will definitely come back to save us." Although the medical soldier's heart was also full of pessimism, in the face of these seriously injured people, he had to comfort them over and over again.
"Do you still remember the Third Battalion? Battalion Commander Shen and the others were surrounded by Japanese soldiers at the head of the border. There were so many Japanese soldiers at that time. Chief Yang still took people back to rescue them..." The medical soldier said, and finally Couldn't help but sigh.
But he knew that the chance of such a thing happening was too small, because they knew that Yang Ling was not in Huaiyin at all and had led the Japanese army to Baoying. Even if they could get back, one person would be powerless.
While the medics were here saying some innocuous words to comfort the brothers who were seriously injured and suffering, the brothers on the firing line were not in a much better mood.
Although the Japs no longer attacked, they did not dare to leave their positions. They still aimed their rifles at the place where the Japs would appear, and were extremely vigilant.
"Have all the people in the city been evacuated?"
"Are all friendly forces destroyed, or were they successfully withdrawn?"
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The brothers lying on the ruins knew nothing about the situation outside because they were trapped in the city.
Their only goal now is to survive the Japanese attack until dark. Once dark, their chances of successfully breaking out will be much greater, and they may be able to survive.
Some brothers looked up at the sky. Thick smoke and billowing black smoke obscured the sky. It was so gray that it was difficult for them to judge what time it was and how long it would be until dark.
The dry-mouthed brothers looked at the several battered corpses of the Japanese outside the street at the gunpoint, and wondered in their hearts, did the Japanese not even want the corpses of their companions?
"Brothers, can you hold on?"
Seeing the brothers lying motionless on the ruins due to exhaustion and hunger, the battalion commander Blacksmith asked in a low voice from time to time to make sure the brothers were still alive.
"We can still hold on, but why don't those stupid little devils attack?" A brother cursed in a low voice.
"The kid is probably eating. It's already past noon."
There are also brothers hiding under a broken door, with only the black muzzle of their gun exposed. Once a kid pounces on them, they will definitely be shot.
When talking about eating, the stomachs of the brothers growled unsatisfactorily. Since the battle last night until now, not even a drop of rice has been eaten, and everyone is in a daze.
"Battal Commander, do you think they will send someone back to rescue us if they find out that we haven't evacuated?" A brother swallowed and changed the subject.
"Who knows." The battalion commander, the blacksmith, leaned against the broken wall and took out a crumpled box of cigarettes from his pocket. Seeing that there were only two cigarettes inside, he sighed and said, "It would be great if Commander Yang was here."
The blacksmith lit the two remaining cigarettes, took each puff himself, and then handed them to the brother next to him.
The brother next to him didn't smoke more, and then passed it on. Two cigarettes were passed between the trapped brothers. When the last brother got it, only the butt of the cigarette was left.
"No matter whether the commander comes back to save us or not, we brothers have to be of the same mind. If the little devil wants to eat us, then we will bite the little devil's teeth!" the battalion commander blacksmith said viciously.
"Hey, battalion commander, the little devil is probably having his meal right now. Or do you want to go get some food? His stomach is really unsatisfactory, isn't it?"
A brother loaded the gun secretly and looked at the broken wall a hundred meters away. The smell of rice was wafting from there.
The blacksmith looked at the brothers who were swallowing their saliva. He gently pushed the bullet into the barrel of the gun, nodded a few times and said, "Come over with me, and the others will take cover."
"yes!"
These brothers pushed bullets into the barrels of the guns, followed the blacksmith around the front, and tiptoed toward the direction of the Japanese against a blackened wall.
Soon, a fierce exchange of fire broke out in the ruins. The Japanese who were eating did not expect that the guerrillas they were besieged would dare to take the initiative to attack, and more than ten of them were knocked down at once.
The blacksmiths and the others were not willing to fight. They robbed the Japs of food and ran back desperately. Some brothers stuffed food into their mouths as they ran, making the Japs behind them chase after them with screams and screams.
However, the covered brother who was chased over swept over for a while, and the devil who chased over could not be moved on the ground. The two sides played ping -pong for a while, and soon they stunned again.
"Hey, the Japanese canned food tastes good." A brother used a bayonet to pry open the Japanese canned food, cut off a piece with the bayonet, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.
"Mom, leave some for me."
Although trapped in the ruins and in a desperate situation, the brothers had to make fun of themselves and enjoy what might be the last moment of their lives.