The battle lasted from October 7th to the afternoon of October 8th. The dark sky in the mountains was filled with black ash, the military uniforms were torn to pieces, and only blackened strips of cloth were left on the brothers' bodies.
"Damn it, the little devil's life is so tough, he can't be beaten no matter how hard he fights..."
Almost every one of the brothers had injuries, including shrapnel wounds and bayonet wounds, and blood was still oozing from many of the gauze wrapped around the wounds.
Since the beginning of the general offensive, I have been fighting in the mountains for a day and a night. I have lost count of the hills I captured and the Japanese positions I captured. I killed a lot of little Japanese, but there are still some.
As long as there are still remaining little Japs resisting, the brothers will know that this battle is not over yet and they must continue to fight.
"Brothers, if you keep on holding on, the little devil is already a grasshopper after the fall. He won't be able to jump around for much longer. If we go forward a little further, maybe we can meet the brothers from the 66th Army on the opposite side..."
Qin Shou didn't know how many little devils there were left, nor how long this battle would last, but as the deputy battalion commander, he was the leader and the backbone of the team, and he had to encourage his brothers.
"Batalion deputy, the brothers at the back haven't followed up this morning. Have the troops withdrawn?"
Some brothers were lying on the ground, looking back at the mountain road where they rushed in. It was empty, and no brother was following them.
Qin Shou waved his hand and said: "Stop thinking nonsense, the troops will not withdraw until the Matsuura Division is destroyed..."
"But why didn't the brothers at the back follow?"
Some brothers had worried faces. There were only dozens of them left here at the moment. In this rugged mountain, they were afraid that they would die, and there was no one to collect the bodies.
They are not afraid of sacrifice and death, but they are afraid that if they die, they will eat their corpses in the wilderness and be eaten by wild beasts, and they will die with their eyes open.
"They may have gotten lost. You see there are too many ravines here. They may have got in front of us. We have to move forward quickly, otherwise we will fall behind."
Qin Shou said, grabbing his rifle and standing up unsteadily. The continuous fighting made them tired and weak, but they could not stop, the Japanese had not been eliminated yet.
"Lieutenant of the Battalion, we don't have much ammunition and we are hungry."
Qin Shou stood up, and his brothers also stood up one after another, but new problems were plaguing this tired army.
"If you still have bullets, take them out and spread them out. If you don't have bullets, put on the bayonet. If you're hungry, just be patient. The battle will be over soon. After the battle, we can have a good meal and then sleep."
Sleep with him for two days and two nights..."
Qin Shou's words made the brothers move faster. They wanted to finish the battle early and go back to eat and sleep. Maybe the brothers in the cooking class had already prepared the best food and were waiting for them to go back.
In the mountains and ravines of Wanjialing, countless Chinese officers and soldiers are dragging their tired bodies and are still attacking forward. Many of them lost their dry food during the battle, so they can only continue to fight hungry.
The battle in the mountains is no better than the battle in the plains. In the mountainous areas with rugged rocks and complex terrain, all troops fight forward along the ravines and mountain roads.
Many troops fought all night and did not know where they had hit, let alone contacted the rear headquarters. Anyway, they rushed wherever there was gunshots.
But when they rushed over, the gunfire had stopped. The two warring parties left corpses all over the ground, but no living person was seen.
The brothers were wandering around in the mountains, and what they saw the most was blood and corpses. Some small units were ambushed by the Japanese, and whole squads and platoons died in the ravine.
There were also cases where the entire Japs position was captured by the brothers, and the little Japs who had their clothes stripped were thrown around randomly. Many of the Japs had been beaten beyond recognition by the angry brothers.
In the squadron with poor communication conditions, the troops scattered into the mountains, and the commanders of the division and brigade headquarters had completely lost control of the troops.
At the beginning of the general offensive, each regiment and battalion still had targets to attack. As the battle continued, some troops were taking detours, and some troops were flanking. The troops became more and more scattered, and even the commanders at the regimental and battalion levels were not left.
How many people are there?
Now all battles are carried out spontaneously by the grassroots companies. Fortunately, all the officers and soldiers share the same hatred against the Japs. They do not need to be commanded and will keep fighting forward until all the Matsuura Division is wiped out.
"Master, we have lost contact with all attacking troops... Now we have no reserve team in hand. If the Japanese counterattack, the consequences will be disastrous..."
In the simple headquarters of the 51st Division, the combat staff looked worried.
Now the troops are too scattered, and they all rush into the mountains to fight. If the Japs concentrate their forces to break out, it is very likely that the little Japs will take the opportunity to break out.
Division Commander Wang Yaowu is also aware of this problem, but now he has no troops available. The only thing he can command now is two empty brigade headquarters.
The combat units below the two brigade headquarters were basically out of contact. Only the wounded who came out of the mountains brought some news, that is, the troops were still attacking.
"We can't control that much anymore. With such a strong attack from our armies, it is expected that the little devils will not be able to break out. Gather the guard camp and attack if necessary!"
Now the division commander, General Wang Yaowu, is also breaking the pot, as if the Japanese have really broken out from their side, he also admits that it is impossible for him to mobilize the troops from the mountains, which is putting the cart before the horse.
"Also, please tell me to go down and organize all the frontline medical stations to go to the mountains. If we wait for the troops to finish the battle and transport the wounded out, I'm afraid they won't survive long."
"Let the people left behind cook and send them to the mountains. The brothers will fight all day and all night. We cannot let them fight hungry..."
Now that the troops are fighting against the Japs on their own in the mountains, they, the officers, have nothing to do, so let the brothers go and fight while they do the logistical support work.
"Sergeant, the mountains are all in chaos. I wonder where the troops are and where are the prepared meals sent?"
"Go where there are gunshots. You have to bring food, and by the way, bring more water..."
"yes!"
The commanders of the various divisions and brigades remaining outside the mountains were almost all issuing the same order. Since they could not directly command the battle, they should do what they could.
Chinese officers and soldiers were divided into companies and platoons in the mountains, and troops from several armies encountered each other from time to time.
Although they all belong to different numbers, they are all Chinese. In the smoke-filled mountains, many officers and soldiers wearing different military uniforms and speaking Chinese dialects spontaneously formed fighting groups and worked together to fight against the little Japanese.
Shopping.
The explosions of grenades resounded in the mountains, and the brothers who rushed forward collided with the Japanese holding the grenades from time to time, and then they exploded together, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Before the smoke cleared, another brother rushed forward, stepping on the blood, and fought with bayonets against the living little Japanese.
In the rugged mountains and forests, Chinese officers and soldiers were fighting with the Japs, slashing with machetes, stabbing with bayonets, smashing with grenades, falling to the ground and struggling with each other. After running out of ammunition, only the most primitive and cruel battle remained.
It is precisely by relying on this kind of bloody struggle without fear of sacrifice that the Chinese officers and soldiers wiped out the little Japs who resisted tenaciously everywhere, constantly encroaching on the Japs' positions, and constantly tilted the balance of victory to China's side.