Bunzaburo Kawagishi may have thought that he would lose troops and generals, or that the battle at Niangziguan would be extremely difficult. In the battle at Jingxing, the 77th Regiment lost more than 160 imperial warriors, which told him the determination of the Chinese people to resist.
But he never dreamed that he would have a regiment-level force that would be completely wiped out, and this was just when a war was about to begin.
"Independent Group! Liu Lang!" Kawagishi Bunzaburo gritted his molars and muttered these two names that he was very familiar with.
He had never met Liu Lang or fought against the Independent Regiment, but Liu Lang and the Independent Regiment were almost a nightmare for the entire Kwantung Army.
Bunzaburo Kawagishi, who was transferred to Northeast China and stationed for two years, heard these two names countless times from his colleagues, especially Neiji Okamura, who once served as the chief of staff of the Kwantung Army and is now the commander of the 2nd Division in Northeast China.
Remind him to pay attention to Liu Lang and his independent regiment.
Although he was cautious enough, he didn't expect that this legendary enemy would give him a blow to the head as soon as he appeared.
A whole cavalry regiment! Are more than 400 imperial warriors, the strongest mobile force of his 20th Division, about to be annihilated in the ambush of Liu Lang, an insidious villain?
"Your Excellency, the division commander, Major Unzan Asada requested tactical guidance. More than one battalion of Chinese were approaching them. Behind them, the Imperial Cavalry led by Lieutenant Colonel Okazaki Shoichi suffered heavy losses from Chinese shelling and could not resist for long.
." The Chief of Staff of the 20th Division, Kushimura Kuzo, said to the side with a low eyebrow.
He glanced coldly at Kushimura Kuzo, who showed no expression, and Kawagishi Bunzaburo, who wanted to smash all the obstacles in front of him, finally restrained his anger. The cunning Kawagishi Bunzaburo understood that overwhelming anger could not solve any problem.
The top priority is to rescue the remaining cavalry.
Otherwise, if a cavalry regiment is wiped out by the Chinese, it will be a huge stain on his military career. If he wants to be promoted to an army general, it will also become a talking point for his competitors.
But, is that really something that can be saved? Perhaps, there are other ways to make up for it.
"How far away is the 77th Infantry Regiment?"
"The front infantry group is still 15 miles away from the 28th Cavalry Regiment. I have ordered them to speed up their march."
"For 15 miles, a forced march will take nearly an hour. The 28th Cavalry Regiment will not be able to hold on for that time." Bunzaburo Kawagishi rubbed his temples in pain. "What's more, if the opponent is the Liu Lang Independent Regiment,
, he must also have thought that our reinforcements would have blocking positions to block the rescue of the 77th Regiment. They might even ambush our army again, ordering the 77th Regiment to slow down their march, and at the same time strengthen their attack on the accompanying field artillery brigade.
Protect, carefully investigate the enemy situation ahead, and do not advance rashly."
"What do you mean, your Excellency, the division commander?" A trace of surprise flashed in Kimura Jiuzang's eyes.
This clearly means giving up the 28th Cavalry Regiment. However, this should not be the usual style of the arrogant Army Lieutenant General.
"Request support from the 38th Air Wing and ask them to provide air support to the 28th Cavalry Wing to cover our retreat and move closer to the 77th Wing. Telegraph to Major Asada to hold the position for thirty minutes and they will
Get support." Bunzaburo Kawagishi continued to order.
The Japanese Army Lieutenant General quietly lowered his eyes, which no one could see, but there was a stern look in his eyes.
Since Liu Lang has already made a move, he will respond.
The one who gets fat first is not fat, the one who gets fat last is the real fat.
"Hi!" A look that he couldn't explain flashed through the eyes of Colonel Kuzo Kimura as he took the order.
I don't know if it's sadness or admiration.
What he admires is that he himself, an army lieutenant general, is so ruthless that he would never put his main infantry force in danger again for a cavalry regiment; but sadly, the 28th Cavalry Regiment was completely destroyed.
Already.
With only the support of the air force, they cannot escape the pursuit of the Chinese.
Compared with the army's artillery, the air force's bombs are even more unreliable. They can accurately deliver aerial bombs to the enemy's positions below 500 meters. But once the enemy has anti-aircraft machine guns, they can drop them at an altitude of one thousand meters or even higher.
The result of bombs is often dropped on one's own people. This is not the first time such an accident has happened.
Moreover, he also understood Kawagishi Bunzaburo's order to request air force support. However, it was the same as the Chinese's previous trick to induce the main force of the 28th Cavalry Regiment to attack the position, and it was more ruthless and more desperate. The 28th Cavalry Regiment was used as the main force.
The bait attracted Chinese troops.
Then, carpet bombing. A dozen 250-pound aerial bombs were enough to completely turn a battlefield of tens of thousands of square meters into a sea of fire. Both sides suffered losses.
Unzan Asada, who had become desperate and sent tactical guidance to the division headquarters, certainly didn't know that from the moment he sent the telegram, he had been abandoned by his division commander. Whether he could hold on or not
, he and the remaining 100 or so people from the 28th Cavalry Regiment under his command all died.
The telegram from the division headquarters stated that if he held on for thirty minutes, he would receive air support. However, could he hold on for more than ten minutes?
Of course, he doesn't have time to think about it that much now.
The Chinese's approach did not stop because of the addition of a small group of Japanese troops. Under the cover of the continuous falling of machine guns and mortars, a full 200 soldiers were already close to 300 meters from the front of the position.
They crawled forward amidst the rifle fire of the imperial cavalry, which was more than 100 meters away, braving the enemy's crazy machine gun fire and desperately counterattacking.
Despair, besides despair is still despair.
For the first time, Asada Yunshan felt how ridiculous the Type 38 rifles in the hands of imperial soldiers were. The rate of fire was as slow as a turtle crawling.
Many soldiers had just fired two shots and were swept down in the shallow trenches by the torrential bullets from the Chinese. Almost every soldier who was shot did not need to be rescued. Some of the bullet holes in their bodies were as high as seven.
Eight places.
In addition to the heavy machine guns with exaggerated firepower in the distance, the firepower of the weird-looking submachine guns held by the crawling Chinese was also extremely astonishing. It seemed that they did not need to change their magazines at all, and the firepower continued to pour on the position.
Even if thirty more rifles are added, our own firepower is estimated not to be even a quarter of the opponent's.
The Japanese major really overestimated himself. Let’s not talk about the 4 MG42 and 2 Maxim heavy machine guns deployed on the two flanks, but only the 3rd Battalion and 1st Company and the independent regiment’s guard platoon, which were crawling forward and shooting at the Japanese army, had more than 40 shots.
"Somi" submachine gun fired more than 2,000 rounds of bullets as it advanced.
On the other hand, the Japanese army has more than 100 rifles, and only one that can fire five shots is rare. Any position that dares to emit flames and smoke will be taken care of by machine guns and mortars responsible for fire suppression, and there are also two
A company of nearly 300 men provided fire cover.
As for the Japanese army's several crooked light machine guns, they were either blown into pieces by mortars from the beginning, or they were quickly moved after firing two bursts, and they could not form effective sustained firepower at all.
The firepower was at least six or seven times greater than that of the Japanese army, which could only bring despair to the Japanese army.
Even for the defenders, their casualties were far greater than those of the 3rd Battalion of the 772nd Regiment, which was on the offensive. All soldiers injured during the attack would be rescued immediately by the medical soldiers who were advancing with them and quickly dragged to the rear.
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This is the benefit brought by firepower advantage. If it were changed to the past, any action to rescue the wounded during an attack would be seeking death, and it would usually only be possible to wait until the enemy's trenches were completely invaded and the enemy was eliminated. And by then,
Fully one-third of the wounded died of excessive blood loss, and another third died of wound infection. It was a miracle that one-third survived.
However, what really made the Japanese army despair was when the Chinese entered a distance of 40 meters. Dozens of submachine guns on both sides of the front opened fire with full force. More than 100 Chinese threw their long-handled grenades into the trenches as accurately as mortar shells.
Finally, that is disaster and hell.
Cavalry are not infantry, and they rarely wear gadgets that can blow a person into pieces. After all, they ride on the horse with great bumps every day. Once the fuse fails and then touches it, it is simply asking for death.
In fact, even if there were, the power of the long-handled grenade imitated by the Third Reich and equipped by the Chinese is not comparable to the melon grenade. The ammunition capacity of that thing is as high as 50 grams of TNT, which is definitely no less than a small
Mortar shells.
What is the concept of more than 100 grenades falling in an instant? The Japanese army's position of 800 meters was visited by a grenade on average every six meters.
If you pick up a gun and fight with the Chinese, you will be beaten into rags by the dense bullets. If you lie down in the trench, you will be blown into the sky by grenades. The Japanese army and their commander Unzan Asada were doing extremely difficult multiple-choice questions.
After encountering three consecutive rounds of grenade attacks, in which more than 130 Japanese soldiers were killed and half injured, Asada Yunshan suddenly stood up and waved his command sword.
The always cautious Japanese major was forced to make his own choice.
Then, several submachine guns were aimed at him.
The one with the command knife must be a big man. Chinese officers and soldiers all understand this truth.
Dozens of bullets arrived in such an instant that the Japanese major had no time to shout out the charge slogan "Kill him!" and fell down in the dust like a piece of rotten wood.
Don't die with peace of mind.
He originally thought he could block the position of two battalions of the Chinese army, but he could only hold it for 20 minutes, and the opponent was only an infantry battalion.
The remaining Japanese soldiers, who followed their commanders to complete the multiple-choice questions, loaded their bayonets in the smoke, and with ferocious faces launched a countercharge towards the Chinese who were still throwing grenades at their positions.
A desperate charge.
The officers and soldiers of the Third Battalion and the First Company, who threw away the grenades, picked up their guns again and fixed their bayonets, did not face the hand-to-hand combat they had imagined.
The 40-plus submachine guns of the guard platoon, which had been replaced with drum magazines, opened fire with all their might. The continuous firepower formed by 71 rounds of drum magazines intertwined into an insurmountable fire net in front of the Japanese army.
The soldiers from the independent regiment's guard platoon who had used up all their drums simply threw away their guns, pulled out the black pistols stuck in their thighs, and continued to fire at the blurry figures in the smoke.
Until the gunfire stopped, not a single Japanese invader broke out of the thick smoke.
When the smoke cleared, what appeared in front of everyone were Japanese corpses in khaki uniforms. The nearest one was fifteen meters away.
More than 50 Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the trenches were all killed by submachine guns that spewed terrifying tongues of fire. Not one of them was spared.
"I fucked your mother! Is this the end of the fight?" The lunatic general stood up slowly and couldn't help but cursed.