"On the night of October 7th, all armies will launch a general offensive across the entire front to completely annihilate the Matsuura Division..."
The commander who returned from De'an brought back Commander Xue's order for a general attack. The news quickly spread throughout the Wanjialing battlefield and every trench.
"We are going to launch a general attack! You kid, just wash your neck and wait for death!"
The arrival of the general attack order made every trench boil. The brothers had been waiting for this day for too long.
The same was true for Yang Ling's group. When they learned that a general offensive would be launched on the seventh day, the brothers who were still confronting the Japanese at the front flushed with excitement.
Thinking that the great victory of annihilating a Japanese division would be achieved by their own hands, the brothers could not restrain their excitement.
"Distribute all the ammunition, everyone has enough!"
The commanders were equally excited and stopped hiding it. They distributed all the ammunition they had received to their troops.
In the blood-stained trench, the brothers were preparing excitedly. Some brothers were sharpening their knives, while others were wiping their guns, preparing for a big fight.
"Brothers, please listen to me. Whether our company can be proud or not depends on this battle. The old rules are: no one alive, no prisoners!"
Su Er, the company commander in dirty military uniform, had already begun mobilizing his brothers in the company before the battle in the trenches.
"Company Commander, just be rest assured, we will definitely beat the shit out of that little Japs this time!"
The brothers were all very courageous at this moment and couldn't wait to launch an attack immediately.
Company Commander Su Er looked at these brothers who had been fighting on the battlefield for many days and were covered in smoke and dirt. He nodded with satisfaction: "Okay! When the battle is over, I will treat everyone to a celebration drink!"
The Japs are already on their last legs, and anyone with a discerning eye will lose sight of them. What the brothers need to do now is to rush forward and kill them all.
In addition to the high-spirited fighting spirit of the brothers in the trenches at the front, the injured brothers in the simple medical stations could not restrain their excitement and wanted to join the battle when they heard that a general offensive was coming across the entire front.
"Brothers, our troops are about to launch a general attack and completely eliminate the Matsuura Division!" Someone brought the news to the medical station where the smell of blood was overwhelming.
Whether it was the seriously injured people lying on the stretchers and screaming in pain, or the lightly injured people who had just been removed from the stretcher, they were all stunned. The scene was a little quiet for a while, but soon broke out into huge cheers and cheers.
The sound shook the sky.
From the time troops were mobilized to surround the Matsuura Division, there were always many people who did not believe that the Chinese Communist Party could eliminate a Japanese division, and they always exuded pessimistic remarks.
But those who hide in the security rear and spread pessimistic remarks cannot understand the mood of the officers and soldiers on the front line, and do not understand how eager they are to win the battle.
They kept losing battles, and thousands of brothers died. Every time they fired grenades and died with the Japanese, they always said it was for victory.
However, they were defeated again and again on the frontal battlefield. These ordinary officers and soldiers did not understand the strategic arrangements of their superiors. They just longed for a victory and killed their enemies for the countless brothers who had sacrificed their lives.
They fought bloody battles and finally got a chance to win. Many people hugged each other and cried. For this day, they had witnessed too many regrets and waited for too long.
"Let's go! Let's go back. The brothers on the front line will definitely need us. Let's fight in together and avenge the sacrificed brothers!"
There were injured soldiers covered in dirty and dark red clothes who struggled to get up from the ground, excited to go back and fight side by side with the troops who were still fighting on the front line, and to use their last strength for victory.
There are also officers and soldiers who are bandaging, regardless of the fact that their wounds are still bleeding, and they are anxious to grab their guns.
"The wounds haven't been bandaged yet..." The young female medical soldier chased the injured soldiers who were excited, her face full of anxiety.
As the wounded soldier walked back, he randomly tied the wound with a bandage, and his voice came back from afar: "Come back and bandage after the battle."
Seeing that the wounded soldiers did not care for their bodies so much and were in a hurry to return to their positions, the female medical soldiers stamped their feet in anxiety: "If you don't take care of your wounds, you will die. Come back quickly!"
The wounded soldiers heard the anxious shouts behind them, but there was no emotion on their faces. Instead, they marched towards the battlefield with more determination. Ever since they put on this military uniform, they had no intention of going back alive. For the sake of victory, they would die.
What the heck.
The lightly wounded soldiers supported each other in groups and returned to the battlefield, while the seriously wounded soldiers naturally did not want to be left behind and struggled to get up.
"Lie down for me! You guys are just a burden when you go back like this!"
Zhang Hongying scolded and stopped the seriously injured soldiers. She could understand their mood, but as a doctor, she had to take responsibility for these wounded people. They couldn't walk. I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to hold on even before the battle started.
The seriously injured soldiers were pushed back to lie down by the female medics. They were not even as strong as the female medics now. They could only watch the lightly wounded soldiers return to their positions excitedly.
A dying, seriously wounded man was lying on a simple stretcher covered in blood. He struggled to hold on to a lightly wounded man who was walking by.
"Brother, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back and join the general offensive like this. Can you help me kill a few more Japs and avenge my brother? I'm the only one left in our class..."
The seriously injured brother's eyes were filled with pleading, and his voice was choked with sobs. Thinking that he could not avenge his sacrificed brother with his own hands, he was filled with guilt and self-blame.
The lightly wounded man who was pulled could understand the seriously injured brother. He patted his shoulder and promised him: "Don't worry, I will kill a few more Japanese for you and avenge our sacrificed brothers! You take good care of your injuries and I will come back later."
Look at you."
"Thank you, brother, thank you so much..." The seriously injured man's voice weakened as he spoke, and he soon lost his breath.
The lightly wounded soldier looked at the brother who had died in front of him, took a deep breath and stood up, feeling that there was a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, although he could not explain it clearly.
Almost all of the lightly wounded soldiers returned to the smoke-filled battlefield and their familiar companies, ready to fight side by side with countless brothers for victory and the annihilation of the Matsuura Division.
The troops were severely attrited. Many companies had less than one-third of their capable soldiers. They turned a blind eye to the return of lightly wounded soldiers. If they could add more strength, they would be sure of victory.
One point bigger.
Boxes of bullets, grenades, and baskets of hastily made grain cakes were sent to the trenches at the front, and the orderly soldiers were also busy.
The Japs have been compressed in a narrow area. Although they will launch a general offensive at that time, the mountainous battle is not as easy as imagined, not to mention that they are facing extremely vicious Japs. The counterattack force of the Japs' desperate struggle cannot be underestimated.
"According to frontier observations, the Japanese have built a large number of chain fortresses, so each squad must prepare at least five kilograms and ten kilograms of explosives, and more iron nails and gravel..."
In Yangling's simple temporary regiment headquarters in tents, the company commanders and battalion leaders gathered together to hold a pre-war mobilization preparation meeting.