After visiting the wounded, Zhang Zhizhong, who was inspecting the battlefield, specially took several officers, led by the 88th Division Lieutenant Colonel and Battalion Commander Chen Zhenxin, to the battlefield where Liu Lang's team was sniping at the Japanese army.
It was already fifteen o'clock in the afternoon. Maybe the soldiers cleaning the battlefield hadn't noticed it yet, or maybe Chen Zhenxin had someone reserve it specially.
Anyway, except for the remains of the national soldiers that have been collected, the rest here has not changed at all.
Although they had already learned from Chen Zhenxin in advance that what was happening here was a 28 versus 100 battle, when Zhang Zhizhong and several generals set foot on this battlefield, they still collectively took a breath of cold air.
The front of the position is obviously the main battlefield. On the battlefield with a radius of several hundred meters, dozens of Japanese corpses are lying scattered. The muzzles of three Type 11 machine guns, shining with a faint blue and cold luster under the early spring sunshine, are still facing each other.
Several generals standing directly in front of the tunnel.
In other words, the sleeping colonel and a mere twenty people actually annihilated almost half a squadron of Japanese soldiers on the frontal battlefield.
"This grandma is so talented." Yu Jashi stared at the battlefield in front of him in disbelief.
Not to mention the brutality, he was able to kill dozens of Japanese soldiers head-on with just over twenty rifles and one light machine gun. This achievement was worthy of his thumbs up from Yu Jishi.
As a major general who grew up step by step from a platoon leader at the grassroots level, Yu Jishi knew very well the Japanese army's powerful tactics in attacking fortresses.
Last year, the Japanese invaded Northeast China. It is not true that hundreds of thousands of troops fled back to the Central Plains without firing a shot. It is not true that there were no passionate and patriotic generals who resisted. However, a whole regiment of thousands of people defended the city but was defeated by a reinforced squadron.
More than 200 Japanese soldiers were killed, and the whole army was wiped out. How could we still fight this battle?
But now, dozens of bloody Japanese corpses are displayed in front of them, which makes the national army generals present have to say that this small-scale battle of a hundred people is very small compared with the battle of tens of thousands of life and death.
It's insignificant, but its meaning is huge.
However, the shock of the generals was not over yet.
"Military seat, sirs, I think you can understand in more detail." Lieutenant Colonel Chen Zhenxin, who had been silent and responsible for leading the way, suddenly spoke.
Seeing Zhang Zhizhong nodding his approval, Chen Zhenxin said solemnly: "After the war, I spent two hours inspecting all the Japanese corpses, including the flank positions. In this offensive and defensive battle, a total of 34 little Japanese died of gunshot wounds, and there were also
18 people died from the shelling." He pointed to the twisted infantry cannon that was left alone 500 meters away, "This should be the result of the Type 41 infantry cannon."
"That kid used that treasure to blow away the Japanese headquarters with one shot!" A colonel nodded suddenly.
"When we came, there should be about thirty Japs. I had a battalion of 200 people chasing them for nearly half an hour, killing 23 Japs in total, capturing two, and running away a few Japs." Chen Zhenxin nodded and continued.
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"Keep talking." Zhang Zhizhong suddenly raised his feet and walked towards the front of the tunnel.
"Yes, after interrogation, the captured little devils confessed that they belonged to the squadron directly under the 7th Wing Headquarters, and those who came to hunt down the murderer of the surprise attack on the Wing Headquarters were two full squads that were lucky enough not to be bombarded.
The total number of people, including captain Nauchi Shaowen and major commander, is 105."
"34 plus 18 plus the 25 you killed and captured, the total is 77 people, and a few more people escaped, so let's beat 82 people. That's not right! Camp Commander Chen, although I am a big boss, I am still
I learned it after a few days in school. This simple arithmetic is not a problem for me. Where did these 105 come from?" Another colonel who followed Yu Jashi, his face dark and still with the color of gunpowder smoke left, screamed and asked.
When Chen Zhenxin saw this person, although he was not his direct boss, he was still a very famous soldier of the 88th Division. As the commander of the regiment, he always took the lead in rushing to the front. Naturally, he did not dare to neglect. He pointed to 30 meters ahead with a solemn expression.
He said: "There are no gunshot wounds. Except for the mutilated corpses of five Japanese soldiers who are on the side of the infantry cannon, the rest are all there."
"What do you mean?" Huang Meixing, who was born in Guangdong Province, was very curious. He quickly passed his army commander and walked to the area where the corpses were concentrated. He squatted down and looked at the corpses of the Japanese.
"I'm holding your mother in my mouth! Did you kill her with a bayonet?" Huang Meixing looked over several corpses and was shocked. All of these Japanese soldiers were stabbed to death with bayonets. It was actually the result of hand-to-hand combat.
"Yes, a total of 22 people, all died from bayonet wounds and blunt force blows." Chen Zhenxin replied with a solemn look.
The surprise of the superiors was naturally not beyond his expectation. When he inspected in the afternoon, he was covered in cold sweat. He couldn't believe that the 19th Route Army actually had such elite soldiers, and a dozen of them actually fought.
They defeated the Japanese troops who far outnumbered them, especially when there was a female soldier among them.
You must know that in the battles of the past few days, hand-to-hand combat has appeared from time to time. If it is not two against one, except for a few extremely brave ones, almost all end in defeat. In contrast, this makes these self-proclaimed Central Army
How can the elites be so embarrassed?
No wonder the fat man had as many as eighteen stab wounds on his body, and the skinny body had large holes through which light could be seen from the front and back. The tragic scene in the early morning seemed to appear in front of the generals headed by Zhang Zhizhong, with more than a dozen national soldiers.
The soldiers, led by a fat man, blocked the Japs' bayonets with their flesh and blood, and thrust their own bayonets into the enemy's heart.
In addition to being miserable, it is even more intense.
Heroes.
"Now, who of you still thinks that their deeds are not enough to report to the Presidential Palace? Not enough to inform all compatriots?" Zhang Zhizhong did not look at the generals and colonels around him, but looked at the ruins in the distance that were still smoking black.
There, a Japanese major general and colonel, as well as nearly 60 Japanese soldiers, were buried. Two command knives that could only be used by first-level Japanese generals and colonels had been found.
Everyone was silent.
"Commander Mao, especially your fat communications officer, I heard that his marksmanship is very accurate. The captured little Japs are still saying that if there wasn't a sharpshooter inside, they wouldn't have been defeated so miserably." Huang Meixing
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit heavy, the conversation changed to Liu Lang.
Mao Weishou grinned and wanted to smile, but the muscles on his face were a little stiff and his smile was uglier than crying.
The fact that the golden "Big Yuanbao" transformed into a super soldier would probably make the officer laugh, but Mao Weishou really couldn't laugh at the moment.
If possible, he wanted to run as fast as possible against the fat man who liked to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, until he reached the base camp of the 19th Route Army.
That's it for General Zhang. The flames in the eyes of Yu Jishi, Wang Jingjiu and others standing next to him clearly reminded Mao Weishou, who was alone here.