"General, Lieutenant Colonel Yozo Ichikawa, captain of our 145th Regiment, was killed in the battle with the Chinese Army half an hour ago..."
Soon, the news that the 145th Regiment Commander Ichikawa Yozo was killed was reported to the division commander Matsuura Junrokuro.
Matsuura Junrokuro was already mentally and physically exhausted. After hearing the news, he became even more furious. His head went dark, and his body was swaying and he was about to fall down.
"General! General!"
Seeing Junroku Matsuura's crumbling appearance, the surrounding staff officers and orderlies hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and the room suddenly became chaotic.
"Quick! Get the military doctor here!" Chief of Staff Yoshitaka Akiyama turned his head and shouted outside with a look of urgency on his face.
Now is the critical moment of life and death for their 106th. If Matsuura Junrokuro, the division commander, falls, then their division may really be doomed.
Seeing Junroku Matsuura's weak appearance, Yoshitaka Akiyama regretted reporting the news that Lieutenant Colonel Yozo Ichikawa had been shot.
Fortunately, after a period of confusion, division commander Matsuura Junrokuro finally calmed down.
But when he thought of the death of one of his regiment commanders, Matsuura Junrokuro felt heartbroken. That was not rotten garlic, but a general with rich command and combat experience. He died like this in the wilderness. How could he not be sad?
"What's going on with the 145th Regiment now? Who is commanding it?"
Facing the severe situation, as the division commander, Junrokuro Matsuura had to suppress his grief in his heart and asked about the current situation of the 145th Regiment.
Chief of Staff Akiyama Yoshitaka observed the changes in Matsuura Junrokuro's expression and reported in the gentlest way possible, fearing that he would be irritated again. Now the 106th Division cannot do without Matsuura Junrokuro as the backbone.
"The 145th Regiment attacked the Chinese Army's position and wiped out many enemies. However, the soldiers were severely exhausted and were counterattacked by the Chinese Army. The defense line was lost for about two miles. The captain of the Eighth Battalion was gathering the troops. The Chinese Army had already
Being blocked by the 113th Wing, there will be no problem with the defense in a short period of time..."
Although Akiyama Yoshitaka said it very tactfully, Junroku Matsuura has come step by step. How come he doesn't know that even if the 145th Regiment is gathered together, it will have no combat effectiveness.
Matsuura Junrokuro thought for a moment, and then said feebly: "Put the people who have withdrawn from the 145th Regiment under the command of the 113th Regiment Captain. Be sure to stabilize the defense line and wait for the airdrop of supplies and ammunition to arrive before making a breakthrough..."
"Send a telegram to the Commander to explain the situation of our division and hope that reinforcements will come to me as soon as possible..."
Now that the Matsuura division has reached a weak point of running out of ammunition and food, Matsuura Junrokuro knows that they really can't hold on any longer.
If the rugged mountainous terrain had not greatly hindered the Chinese team's attack, they might have been wiped out long ago.
In the headquarters of the 11th Army in Jiujiang, Commander Okamura Neiji was in a panic.
North China Front Army Commander Tada Shun and the base camp both sent telegrams several times a day, expressing concern that the 106th Division was besieged Wanjialing and asking for help at all costs.
However, the troops he sent were all blocked on the outside and could not break in at all. The wasteful 106th Division had been surrounded for nine days and was still spinning in circles. He was so angry that he wanted to slap Matsuura Junrokuro, but Matsuura Junrokuro was not around.
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"General, the commander of the Matsuura Division called again for help..."
The communications staff officer could no longer remember how many times he had reported such news, and he was already numb.
Okamura Neji sat slumped in his chair, upset.
"Reply the call, the airdrop materials will be delivered in batches at 2:00 and 5:00 pm. Please ask the commander of the Matsuura Division to mark the reception on the ground. After receiving the supplies, do not delay and quickly break through to the Zhanggushan line. Together with the responding 27th Division
When the regiment reunites, I will send aviation troops to cover..."
"Hiyi!"
After receiving the order, the communications staff member snapped to attention, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute."
"What other orders does the general have?" the communications staff member stopped, turned around and asked respectfully, lowering his hand.
A look of ferocity flashed across Okamura Neiji's face: "Telegram to the commander of the Matsuura Division that special bombs are allowed to be used when necessary to break through."
The communications staff officer was stunned for a moment, then nodded to show that he understood.
As the scale of the war expanded, Europe itself had no time to take care of itself, so they could use internationally banned poison gas bombs unscrupulously.
In the past, due to international restrictions, they could only use it secretly. Now Okamura Neiji feels that there is no need to hide it, and they have to use it when it is time to use it.
Under the personal urging of Okamura Neiji, the Japanese aviation formation that took off from Jiujiang quickly rushed to the Wanjialing area.
This time, in addition to bombs for bombing, most of these Japanese planes carried food, water and ammunition that the Matsuura Division urgently needed, ready to be airdropped.
The Japanese soldiers of the Matsuura Division who were the first to get the news were already ready when they saw the plane roaring over.
As if grasping a life-saving straw, they climbed out of the trenches one after another and cheered toward the sky. Many people cried with joy.
"Battal Commander, something is wrong with the Japanese position. I feel like they are crazy!"
The Chinese *** team's hidden observation post left in the position quickly discovered the abnormality of the Japanese soldiers, rushed into the anti-artillery bunker, and reported to the battalion commander Lu Xing.
When Lu Xing and the others saw the Japanese plane coming, they all got into the anti-artillery bunkers to avoid routine bombings. After receiving the report from the observation sentry, they quickly attracted his attention.
"Let's go and have a look."
Lu Xing carefully climbed out of the artillery-proof bunker, poked half of his head out of the trench, and observed the planes in the sky and the cheering Japanese soldiers, puzzled.
"what is that?"
Shunzi, the deputy battalion commander, looked around with a telescope and soon discovered a large open space cleared by the Japanese behind the Japanese position and covered with huge white and red cloths.
Lu Xing took over the telescope and observed it. When he saw the huge ground signs and the Japanese planes circling in the sky and starting to drop things, he understood immediately.
"Damn it, hurry up! Report to the regiment, the Japanese are dropping things from the air!" Lu Xing shouted anxiously.
Soon a brother got through the phone call to the regiment headquarters. Yang Ling also secretly cursed himself for being careless. He only wanted to trap the Japanese to death and then go up to collect their heads. He forgot that in addition to dropping bombs, the Japanese planes could also drop food and ammunition.
"We must not let the Japs successfully airdrop it. Even if it falls, we can't let the Japs take it! The troops attack!"
Yang Ling knew that once the Japs got these airdrop supplies, their combat effectiveness would be restored quickly, and they would be in trouble, so even if they were destroyed, they couldn't let the Japs get it!
"Go up! Go up! Rush up, don't let the Japanese airdrop!"
The brothers also understood one after another that it would be okay if the Japanese got these materials and ammunition, so they jumped out of the trenches and launched an attack on the Japanese positions.
The little Japs were cheering when suddenly a cannonball flew over. When they saw the Chinese troops rushing towards them in darkness, they stopped cheering and were so frightened that they hurriedly jumped into the trench to grab their guns.
The quiet battlefield suddenly became noisy, whizzing bullets flew randomly, and a fierce battle suddenly started near the airdrop point.
"Go to Qianqian Medical Clinic, borrow all their white sheets, wipe some blood on them, and spread them on the open space outside!"
The battle at the front was in full swing, and Yang Ling didn't even bother to rest at the back, preparing to trick the Japanese planes into airdropping supplies to their side.
In this intertwined mountain ridge, Japanese airdrops need ground markings to guide them. With markings, they can defraud the supplies to a great extent.