"Military seat, brothers, we are almost exhausted. Can we withdraw temporarily to rest for a day, no, half a day..."
As the artillery roared, the haggard-looking commander of the 58th Division, General Feng Shengfa, had to call the military headquarters, almost pleading for the troops to withdraw.
The three echelons of the Matsuura Division have converged. Facing the increasingly tight encirclement, they desperately attacked the Changling and Zhanggushan areas defended by the 58th Division to break through.
The 58th Division has been fighting bloody battles for two days and two nights. The main division of more than 10,000 people has been completely lost, and two-thirds of its position has been lost.
The remaining brothers have been divided into various positions by the Japs, but they have received orders not to retreat, so they are still fighting with the Japs.
However, the division commander, General Feng Shengfa, could not bear it any longer. If the attack continued, his division would really be doomed, so he requested to withdraw.
"You can't withdraw! You withdraw the Japanese and then run away! You must resist me! Even if we lose everything, you must resist me!"
Army Commander Yu Jishi also knew that the fighting on the front line was fierce, but he also knew that at this critical moment, he must fight to the death.
"Military seat, we only have 500 people left including the service personnel. Leave some seeds for our division..." Division Commander Feng Shengfa's voice was almost crying.
But Army Commander Yu Jishi refused to let go: "We are not allowed to evacuate even if there is only one person left!"
"Master Feng, listen carefully. If you dare to withdraw and let the Japanese escape, Commander Xue will shoot me, and I will shoot you before I die!"
"You must resist! Do you hear me?"
Faced with the cold rejection of Army Commander Yu Jishi, division commander Feng Shengfa hung up the phone dejectedly, turned around and gritted his teeth as he looked at the division personnel in dirty and broken uniforms.
"If I don't go to hell, who will! If you're not afraid of death, grab a gun! Follow me up there!"
The division commander Feng Shengfa looked ashen as he took off his epaulettes and put them in his pocket, then pulled out the pistol from his waist.
The staff officers and guards of the division also loaded their bullets and followed the division commander Feng Shengfa into the fierce gunfire and smoke.
Except for a few villages, most of Wanjialing's more than ten kilometers are covered with ravines and hills and woods.
At this moment, in a mountainous area filled with gunpowder smoke and flames soaring into the sky, all the Japanese regiments and the Chinese Army were already fighting across the board, especially in the directions where the Japanese troops such as Zhanggushan and Changling were breaking out.
Although Yang Ling and the others stayed in De'an as a mobile reserve force, Yang Ling knew very well that they would not stay here forever, they would go up.
But Yang Ling also knew that the Matsuura Division was already trapped, and well-trained trapped animals were the most dangerous, so he was also actively preparing.
"Each person prepares at least five days of dry food and enough drinking water."
Yang Ling knew that this brutal battle had just begun. In mountainous battles, dry food and drinking water were sometimes more important than ammunition, and one must have strength to fight.
"Regiment leader, we are not marching for a long time. It would be a pity if the dry food prepared by us rots. Anyway, we will send food when the time comes." The cooks did not understand Yang Ling's order.
"Just do as you are told. You will understand when the time comes." Yang Ling didn't bother to explain to them. If a fight broke out, the food might not be served.
In his memory, many of the troops who participated in the siege of Songpu Division in Wanjialing ended up fighting hungry.
Because the enemy's firepower blocked the rear, the cooked meals from the rear could not be delivered, so the cooks could only crawl step by step towards the fighting place.
By the time the cooks finally spent a day or two crossing the Japanese blockade to deliver the prepared meals to the combat troops, the meals were already stinky in the hot weather.
But the brothers in the combat troops will not blame these cooks who risk their lives to deliver meals, because the battlefield is too cruel.
The reason why Yang Ling made preparations early was because he didn't want his brothers to fight hungry when the time came. After all, once the enemy's firepower was blocked, it would be difficult to deliver food.
In addition to the meals, Yang Ling specially found the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao and received another 100,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition, and 200,000 rounds of rifle ammunition were distributed to the troops.
Fortunately, in order to besiege the Matsuura Division, the Ninth War Zone specially transported a batch of ammunition, allowing them to successfully obtain more ammunition.
Yang Ling ensured that every brother had at least a hundred rounds of ammunition. Although it was cool to fight with bayonets, Yang Ling did not want his brothers to fight with the Japanese on bayonets unless it was a last resort.
After all, fighting with a bayonet is almost a life-for-life strategy. He doesn't want the brothers who live with him day and night to take risks. As a commander, he shamelessly receives more ammunition. This is the only thing he can do for his brothers.
Gunfire continued day and night in the Wanjialing area. The 58th Division and the troops involved in the encirclement had fought bloody battles with the Japanese soldiers of the Matsuura Division for two days and two nights.
Matsuura Junrokuro paid the price for his arrogance. Although they bombed indiscriminately from the air, no matter which direction his troops broke through, they would be stubbornly blocked.
They were like trapped animals that were surrounded, going around and around but unable to break out. This made it difficult for Matsuura Junrokuro to stay calm.
"General, the 113th Regiment that attacked Changling lost more than half, and they requested to suspend the attack..."
The chief of staff, Colonel Yoshitaka Akiyama, had barely slept a wink for the past two days and nights. He was disheveled and had to report the bad news to Junroku Matsuura.
"Trash! Idiot!" the high-spirited division commander Matsuura Junrokuro roared as he could no longer maintain his grace.
The 113th Regiment is a brave and capable force, and its strength is enough to crush an elite Chinese division. However, it was blocked for two days and could not break through. This made Matsuura Junrokuro very disappointed.
But what Junroku Matsuura didn't know was that although their 113th Regiment lost more than half, the 58th Division that blocked them from more than 10,000 people only had more than 500 people left. Now they are relying on strong perseverance to persist.
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The unsatisfactory war situation made Matsuura Junrokuro's temper become violent. The staff officers who had been high-spirited before were all silent and did not dare to speak. The atmosphere in the division headquarters was oppressive and suffocating.
After Matsuura Junrokuro finished venting, the chief of staff, Colonel Yoshitaka Akiyama, finally broke the silence.
"General, the 27th Division has moved closer to us with all its strength. We now need to change the direction of attack and break through to Zhanggu Mountain."
After Junrokuro Matsuura scolded him, as if he had been drained of all his strength, he slumped back into his chair, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and make arrangements."
"Hiyi!"
Seeing the tired Matsuura Junrokuro, Chief of Staff Colonel Yoshitaka Akiyama saluted and turned around and left the dark room.
Akiyama Yoshitaka walked out of the house, saw the serious-looking division guard squadron leader, and said: "The Chinese army may attack here at any time, you must be more alert."
"Hey Yi!" The guard squadron leader looked serious and hurriedly ran to strengthen the guard.
Soon, the mountain village where the 106th Division headquarters was stationed was filled with mobilized Japanese soldiers, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. However, the rumble of artillery and the thundering gunshots coming from the surrounding mountains still made them have no fear at all.