Chapter 1245 The premonition of the head of the division
"Less than 30%, that's half an infantry brigade of the Imperial Army!" Lieutenant General Fujino retorted with a frown.
Seeing the chief of staff struggling and hesitating to speak, he changed the subject and asked: "No, the baggage brigade plus the two mountain artillery brigade have a total of less than 1,500 people. All of a sudden,
We have lost nearly a thousand people, so our baggage brigades and two mountain artillery brigades are not empty!"
"Hi!" the chief of staff replied bravely.
"Almost the entire baggage brigade was destroyed, 683 people below the brigade captain were missing, and less than 200 people were evacuated."
"The situation of the first mountain artillery brigade is better, with nearly 200 people evacuated. But the situation of the second brigade is much worse, with only more than 100 people evacuated!"
"This is not the most important thing. The Eighth Route Army's use of a large number of armored vehicles to raid us obviously had a purpose. I can be sure that in addition to killing a large number of us, this raid also cut off our baggage and ammunition supplies from the shoelaces of our army, and there were also two
The equipment of a mountain artillery brigade!"
"With nearly 5,000 horses and mules equipped by the baggage brigades and the two mountain artillery brigades, only less than 500 came over!"
"The menial duties have been counted. Among them, more than 300 mules and horses are transporting grain and ammunition, and less than 180 mules, horses and horses are transporting equipment and ammunition for the mountain artillery brigade!"
"Tell me directly, how many mountain artillery, food, and ammunition supplies are left!" Fujino had a very bad premonition in his mind and asked with a frown.
"There are six mountain cannons with less than 100,000 catties of grain, 360 rounds of shells for the mountain cannons, 13 mortars with 550 rounds of artillery shells, 80,000 rounds of heavy machine gun bullets, and less than 20,000 rounds of light machine gun and rifle bullets.
One hundred and fifty thousand rounds!" the chief of staff lowered his head and replied in a mosquito-like voice.
"Baga, you cunning Eighth Route Army!" Lieutenant General Fujino became angry and cursed.
The chief of staff reminded: "Division commander, we don't have much food and ammunition supplies left. We must rush to Taiyue immediately to get new ammunition supplies!"
Fujino, whose anger slowly calmed down, ordered with a stern face: "Order the troops to continue to speed up~"
"Except for weapons, ammunition and dry food, throw away all the other things you can throw away, travel lightly, and reach Taiyue in the shortest possible time!"
Little did Fujino know that the armored assault that had just ended was just an appetizer prepared by Wang Ping for him.
The only way ahead for him was Songling Village. A group of fortifications with a depth of more than three kilometers was the main course prepared for them by the new group.
Fujino, holding back his anger, drove forward for less than two hours when a burst of gunfire rang out from where the forward troops were.
"Division commander, there is an Eighth Route Army blocking position ahead!" Soon, a second lieutenant communications officer brought the news that Fujino wanted to know most.
"An infantry squad in the vanguard was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army. It was caught off guard and the entire army was destroyed!"
"Baga, why do I encounter the Eighth Route Army everywhere I go, and I can't get rid of them!" Fujino's pent-up anger suddenly came out.
Then he ordered: "Artillery, move all the artillery over there, and then move another brigade over, and try to capture the Eighth Route Army blocking position in front of you with one attack!"
"This is still the base of the New Regiment. Now we have no ammunition. If we delay here for one more minute, we will be in more danger. We may even be wiped out by the New Regiment of the Eighth Route Army here!"
On a hilltop two kilometers away, Rong Jun and Yan Song stood in a simple headquarters without a roof, holding telescopes and staring motionlessly at the fire dragon formed by Japanese torches at the foot of the mountain.
"Lao Yan, the little devils are setting up artillery. They must want to attack and break through our defense line!" Rong Jun frowned and reminded.
"I believe in the troops I brought out... The political commissar just reported that the Japs at the foot of the mountain don't have many artillery shells and artillery left. The all-out bombardment may not be able to last even half an hour. In addition, the Japs planes can't come.
, If you stick to it, there will be no problem if you keep it until dawn!" Yan Song answered confidently.
"It's not enough to fight tooth and nail!" Rong Jun continued to remind.
"Forget the political commissar's explanation, we have at least eight similar lines of defense behind us. Even if one line of defense is defended for two hours and five hundred Japs are killed, if eight lines of defense are put down, at least one of four to five thousand Japs can be killed."
"So, there is absolutely no need for us to fight against the little devils and let the comrades lose their lives here in vain!"
Yan Song immediately replied: "Don't worry, I just said it!"
After saying that, the two people turned their attention back to the battlefield at the foot of the mountain.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded behind the two of them, and then the voice of a communications soldier came from the military area.
After receiving the telegram, Rong Jun looked at it through the lantern. Soon, a touch of excitement appeared on Rong Jun's face.
"Is there any good news..." Yan Song leaned his head and asked!
"It is indeed good news, and it is great news!" Rong Jun replied with excitement.
"The leader asked us to prepare a big gift for the little devil!"
"As an appetizer a few hours ago, the Armored Assault Battalion killed nearly 1,500 Japs, and also intercepted 90% of the food and ammunition supplies that the Japs carried with the army. Eighteen Guangshan artillery pieces were captured, as well as
Lots of mortars!”
"This is the main dish we prepared for the Japs. The regiment leader asked us to use the rest of the night to kill more Japs, consume more ammunition, and reduce the pressure of our battles during the day!"
Yan Song, who received the telegram, had a very excited smile on his face after reading it.
"Battle Commander Rong, the regiment commander even sent us the solution!"
"Several battalions of troops are nearby, and the mountain artillery seconded by the Armored Assault Battalion will arrive in an hour. With their cooperation, the mission given to us by the regiment commander will definitely be successfully completed. If not, we may inflict heavy damage on them!"
"Then we will arrange it according to the regiment leader's method!" Rong Jun affirmed.
"Boom boom boom..."
Soon, a violent explosion sounded from the position at the foot of the mountain.
There are six mountain cannons and a dozen mortars, and the shells are free of charge, and they can fire shells at the position with great force.
In less than two minutes, the positions that the guerrillas and ordinary people had worked so hard to build were filled with smoke and craters.
"Division commander, the position in front of us is newly built and cannot be reinforced with reinforced concrete. Some logs are used to support the sky! Our fierce artillery fire, even if it cannot level their position, can still almost destroy it!"
The powerful artillery fire allowed the chief of staff to regain some confidence, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
Fujino's face remained unchanged.
After waiting for a few seconds, he stared at the chief of staff and asked: "Just keep this intensity of artillery fire, how long can our remaining artillery shells last!"
"Ten minutes at the top of the sky!" the chief of staff replied, calculating silently in his mind.
Fujino's face became even more ugly. After thinking for a few seconds, he ordered: "Then we will fight for another five minutes. The troops will start attacking in five minutes! Leave five minutes of artillery shells in reserve! The battles we encountered tonight are too...
It’s a coincidence, one link within another, which is very consistent with the fighting style of my old rival Wang Ping!”
"I feel like we have been trapped in one of his schemes, and there is no way to get out. We can only force our way in!"
"If this is the case, leaving a few hundred shells behind can save lives at critical moments!"
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