Four hundred and fortieth eight chapters fake position
"Regimental deputy...regimental deputy, the little devil's reinforcements have arrived!"
A panting brother ran to the simple temporary command post hidden behind the mountain.
Yang Ling's heart tightened, and he and the deputy battalion elder stood up in unison.
"Let's go check out the situation." Yang Ling grabbed the shell gun placed beside him and strode straight to the top of the mountain. Lao Yanqiang also hurriedly put away his pipe and followed quickly.
Yang Ling and the others quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and lay down along a pile of dense grass.
He stuck half of his head out, holding up his binoculars and looking towards the Japs' positions in the direction of Minshan. Under the guidance of a blood-red rising sun flag, a large number of Japs were pouring out of the ravine behind.
These Japanese soldiers were in high spirits and their uniforms were neat. At first glance, they looked like newly arrived Japanese soldiers on the battlefield.
"There are at least a thousand new Japs, and I don't know if there are more behind them." Yang Ling handed the binoculars to the old smoker next to him and said solemnly.
Lao Yanqiang also held up the telescope for observation, and his expression also became serious: "Just now, the regiment sent someone to tell them that the mountain road is difficult to travel, and they carry heavy weapons. It will take at least two hours for them to get up."
"Then let's hold on for two hours!" Yang Ling also knew that this battle was inevitable.
They originally thought that they would just remain in a stalemate with the Japs on the other side of Minshan, and everything would be easy to handle when reinforcements arrived.
But now that the Japanese reinforcements have arrived on the battlefield first, they have to prepare for the worst.
"Inform the troops and get ready for battle." Yang Ling took a deep breath and ordered, "Have the medical platoon also prepare stretchers."
"Yes -" After Lao Yanqiang returned the telescope to Yang Ling, he immediately turned around and conveyed the order.
Yang Ling lay on the spot and continued to observe the Japanese movements, hoping that the Japanese would not attack immediately, otherwise they would be in trouble.
The arrival of the Japanese reinforcements made Yang Ling and others realize that a fierce battle was inevitable, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
At the Minshan Japs position, Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro, the commander of the newly arrived Japs Second Battalion, also met the disgraced Lieutenant Colonel Morishige.
"Mori Shige-kun, how did you become like this? Did you accidentally fall into the ravine?"
Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro looked at Lieutenant Colonel Morishige, whose arm was hung with a bandage around his neck, with a look of surprise on his face.
Morishige's First Battalion and Ono Ichiro's Second Battalion belong to Maruyama Masao's Sixth Brigade. Although they are the same brigade, their relationship is very subtle and they are competitive.
Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro received the news on the way to Minshan that Morishige's First Battalion encountered a tenacious blockade by the Chinese army and suffered heavy losses.
Seeing his competitor being beaten in such a miserable state, how could Ono Ichiro let go of such a good opportunity to ridicule and ridicule him.
Lieutenant Colonel Morishige naturally heard the sarcasm in Ono Ichiro's words. He snorted coldly and kindly reminded: "Ono-kun, the China Army opposite is their main force, the 74th Army, and it is very strong."
Ono Ichiro mocked: "Morishige-kun, if you fail, you will fail. There is nothing to be ashamed of, so why bother looking for such a lame excuse."
Faced with Ono Ichiro's cynicism, Lieutenant Colonel Morishige also knew that explaining was just a cover-up, so he kept his mouth shut and stopped talking.
Seeing Morishige's embarrassed and aggrieved look, Ono Ichiro felt indescribable pride in his heart. In his eyes, even the main force of the Chinese army was not afraid at all.
"Mori Shige-kun, please wait here for a moment and let me teach the Chinese people a lesson and make you feel bad about them."
Ono Ichiro proudly bid farewell to the sulky Morishige and strode towards his troops.
Looking at Ono Ichiro's arrogant back, the officers of the First Battalion were filled with indignation, but they had just lost the battle, so even if they were unhappy, they could only keep it in their hearts.
"Your Excellency, Captain, should we remind Chief Ono that the Chinese army on the opposite side is very strong after all," a lieutenant said.
Morishige, who was just feeling angry, looked at Ono Ichiro who was leaving, waved his hand and said, "I think Ono-kun doesn't want to hear it, so why should we bring trouble on ourselves."
Morishige was ridiculed by Ono Ichiro. He did not mind that the arrogant Ono Ichiro was taught a lesson by the Chinese and asked him to restrain himself.
Ono Ichiro's brigade was well-prepared and had strong firepower, and they soon launched an offensive posture outside Yangling's mountains.
"What does this little devil want to do? Why doesn't he attack?"
Yang Ling and his troops had already moved to the ridge of the top of the mountain. Seeing that the Japanese did not attack for a long time, they could not figure out what was going on.
"The kid must be preparing for artillery fire. Except for the observation post, the rest of the brothers have retreated to the back to hide." Yang Ling thought for a while and ordered.
Soon, except for the observation posts who were lying in foxholes watching the Japanese, the rest of the brothers on the mountain retreated to the artillery holes.
Only a few minutes passed before a thunderous roar came from the sky.
"The Japanese plane is coming! The Japanese plane is coming!" the air defense sentry roared and jumped into the hidden trench.
Although Ono Ichiro was arrogant and arrogant, he also knew that the strength of Mori's major force was not weak, and they fought in such a mess, so he would not attack rashly.
So the reason why he took up his stance and never attacked was to wait for the plane to bomb.
The crow-like Japanese planes roared and flew over the mountains. They first swooped and fired at the mountains.
The bullets as thick as corn stalks sent dust flying in the trenches along the mountain ridges, and the camouflaged branches were all broken.
"Damn, the Japs' planes are so fierce." The ferocious firepower of the Japs' planes frightened the brothers. If they were there now, they would definitely be beaten into pieces.
At first they didn't understand why Yang Ling wanted them to build a hidden trench on the hillside a hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, but now they immediately admired Yang Ling's foresight.
The Japanese did not realize that the hidden trench they were shooting at was just a fake position, and the real position was on the hillside a hundred meters behind.
After the Japanese planes swooped and fired several rounds, the heavy bombs rumbled down.
The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and the sand and gravel mixed with the choking smoke flew from the top of the mountain and poured into the real hidden trench behind, making the brothers cough.
The entire mountain range shook violently under the bombardment of heavy bombs, and the mountains were riddled with smoke-emitting craters.
Yang Ling and the others were hiding in the artillery-proof hidden trenches at the back. The trembling mud and sand from the explosion splashed all over their bodies, but the brothers were very happy.
"Blow it up, go ahead." The brothers felt indescribable joy in their hearts as they watched the Japanese wasting bombs on the false positions.
The Japanese plane's bombs were still empty, and Ono Ichiro was particularly unhappy. With a wave of his hand, the artillery squadron belonging to the brigade continued to bombard the mountains.
"Rumble..."
There were bursts of piercing screams in the air, and the explosion turned the entire mountain into a piece of scorched earth, with gravel and sand flying everywhere. The entire mountain was crumbling, as if it was about to collapse.