The fighting in the Wanjialing area has been going on for almost a week. Several regiments of the 106th Division have been crippled, leaving them just hanging on.
Now the remnants of the 106th Division have been compressed into narrow areas such as Wanjialing, Leiminggu, Tianbusu, and Jianlusu by the squadrons surrounded on all sides.
Although they encountered the crisis of running out of food and ammunition, the Japanese soldiers of the 106th Division were like trapped animals with teeth and claws.
They exposed their sharp fangs and became more ferocious, fighting for their lives like outlaws in every battle.
The little Japs, who were short of ammunition, paid heavy casualties every time during the battle. They got close to the Chinese officers and soldiers, and then scuffled with each other. Then they fired the grenades on the waists of the Chinese officers and soldiers and died together.
This type of fighting method was mostly used by Chinese officers and soldiers in the past. Whether it was on the Songhu battlefield or the Xuzhou battlefield, the Chinese officers and soldiers whose weapons and equipment were at a disadvantage could only let the troops win by dying together.
And now many desperado-like little devils have begun to use this method of dying together to delay time and hold on to every position.
Although the Chinese officers and soldiers were able to advance a few hundred meters or capture one or two trenches every day, the casualties remained high. The Japanese at the end of their rope were already going crazy, and their frenzied momentum sent chills down the spine.
"All troops advance steadily, shoot with guns from a distance, and throw grenades from near. If the enemy gets close, they will retreat..."
Now that victory is certain, the Chinese officers and soldiers will naturally not engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japs. Every brother has received an order, that is, to save himself, exhaust the Japs to death, and drag the Japs to death.
Although the Japs were mad, they were helpless in the face of Chinese officers and soldiers who refused to engage in close combat with them.
The Chinese ** team advanced forward like a leisurely stroll. Once they encountered strong resistance, they called for artillery bombardment. In this way, they compressed the Japanese soldiers' living space day by day.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A brother nestled in a camouflaged foxhole fired three shots at a suspicious target not far away in a short period of time.
The dead branches in the distance were smashed and scattered, and a Japanese observation post rolled down a gentle slope with a wail and lay motionless on the ground.
"Hehe, kill another one."
The brother smiled, hurriedly grabbed his gun and climbed out of the foxhole, jumped into the trench and moved.
The Japanese received reinforcements from air-dropped ammunition and supplies, and once again stabilized the defense line, the two sides began to confront each other again.
On the front line of the confrontation, the small-scale exchanges of fire between the two sides continued unabated. The sniper team and the machine gun team opened fire from time to time to kill all suspicious targets, damaging the morale of the Japanese soldiers.
After being replenished by airdrops, the little devil finally regained some of his strength and began to get ready to take action again, constantly sending out small-scale troops to infiltrate in an attempt to launch another breakout operation.
The large-scale battles between the two sides stopped, but on the vast battlefield where the sight was blocked by the mountains, small-scale battles became more and more frequent, and wounded people covered in blood were constantly being transported to the frontline medical stations for rescue.
The fighting groups of the brothers operating at the front have been fighting, hunting down enemy observation posts and infiltrating small units.
Although no large-scale attack was launched, the brothers knew very well that the rear area had begun to replenish supplies and ammunition in large quantities, and the troops were also seizing the time to rest. The time for the general offensive was very close.
Once a general offensive is launched across the entire front, the surrounded little Japanese are destined to be in danger of being destroyed. Now the troops are recuperating, accumulating strength, and adjusting their deployment...
The little Japs in the encirclement also felt the strange atmosphere. While receiving airdrops and quickly restoring their combat effectiveness, they continuously sent small groups of troops to test the firepower of the various encirclements of the Chinese Army in preparation for the final breakout.
Now both sides have begun to secretly accumulate strength, the air is filled with a suffocating and depressing atmosphere, and the final battle is about to break out.
"Are you hungry? Come over and eat something. Let's eat meat today."
Several brothers from the cooking class wore sacks and climbed into the trenches at the front, calling the brothers who were covered in gunpowder smoke to come over for dinner.
Battles would break out from time to time, and sometimes when the battles were fierce, they wouldn't be able to eat for a whole day. The brothers' stomachs would already growl when they smelled the refreshing fragrance.
"What are you eating today?" A monitor smelled the aroma and hurriedly came over.
The brothers in the cooking class replied: "Potatoes and canned meat are delicious. Eat more. The leader said that the general offensive will be in a day or two. Everyone will be full and have the strength to fight the Japanese!"
The squad leader opened the lid of the pot, and sure enough, the brothers in the cooking class brought them a pot of hot canned potato stew, and they immediately became excited.
"Brother, thank you for your hard work."
The squad leader thanked the cooking soldiers. After all, transporting such a pot of hot food on such a dangerous battlefield requires taking great risks.
The leading cook waved his hands in embarrassment: "We are all brothers, don't be so polite. You are fighting bloody battles with the little devils on the front line, and what we have done is insignificant."
"Brothers, come and eat quickly, don't let it get cold." The squad leader called to the brothers around him to come over.
The cooking soldiers picked up their guns and took the initiative to take over the position of observation sentries, guarding the little Japs for the brothers who were eating.
The little Japanese were indeed very hungry. The smell of rice from the Chinese officers and soldiers wafted over, making them unbearably hungry.
"The Chinese people are eating..."
Looking at the trench not far away, he kept swallowing his saliva.
"Do we have anything to eat?" asked a Japanese sergeant.
The Japanese soldiers all shook their heads. The last time they delivered food was more than ten hours ago.
Because most of the supplies were thrown at the side of the Chinese team's defense area, more than 20 of them only received two boxes of biscuits.
For them, who had been hungry for a long time, this was nothing more than a drop in the bucket. Now they smelled the refreshing aroma of rice, and they seemed even hungrier.
The hungry Japanese soldiers looked at each other and saw the burning desire to eat in each other's eyes. They struggled to get up involuntarily.
"Rush over!"
The Japanese Army Cao swallowed his saliva and couldn't resist the temptation. He grabbed his gun and climbed out of the trench.
Seeing the sergeant taking action, the other little Japs seemed to be inspired and charged towards the opposite trench with their guns in hand.
"The devil is coming!"
The cook who took over the guard saw the Japanese staggering towards him, hurriedly pulled the bolt of his gun and shouted loudly.
The brothers who were devouring their meal cursed in a low voice, grabbed their guns and scattered, and raised their guns in the direction of the Japanese soldiers.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The brothers opened fire, and the little Japs who rushed at them due to exhaustion and hunger were walking slowly and now became living targets. Their evasive tactics were like slow motion in a movie, making the brothers extremely relaxed.
"Puff!"
"ah!"
The bullets penetrated the little devil's body, and a fountain of dark red blood flew out. Some of his heads exploded, causing blood mist to fill the sky.
The brothers shot at the little devils one by one. Soon, all the little devils who rushed towards them fell down.
The fighting stopped until the last Jaap who was struggling and twitching on the ground was shot a few times.
Looking at the corpse of the little Japanese lying on the ground, the squad leader did not feel any discomfort at all. He put down his gun and said: "Continue eating..."