Chapter 1347 The last picture you don't want to see
Out of anger, the lives of thousands of men on the front line should be saved.
Moreover, fighter planes are fleeting. If they break through a minute late, the reinforcements will die a lot more.
The commander forced himself to suppress the rising anger in his stomach, and gave the order angrily: "Call back the reinforcements now: dividing the troops to break out is the only way for them to reduce casualties and preserve their strength."
"The troops executed immediately. The troops who successfully broke through quickly rushed to Wushanao, merged with the east road to sweep the troops, beat back the Eighth Route Army that besieged them, and then marched quickly to evacuate the garrison base area. The faster, the better."
On the Wushanao battlefield, the puppet army of more than 3,000 days was divided into two, with the high ground as the center, and circular fortifications were built relying on the mountains.
The trenches in many places have been connected together, especially the trench closest to the top of the mountain, which has almost been repaired.
The Japanese and puppet troops are focusing on digging a second trench farther away, which can increase the depth of defense and better protect themselves.
The garrison regiment, the independent regiment, and nearly three thousand offensive troops surrounded the two highlands tightly.
Light and heavy machine guns were set up next to each other on the road where the Japanese and puppet troops might break through.
The mortars were also moved from the forest to the foot of the mountain. Five or six guns were placed in each artillery position. The muzzles of the guns were pointed directly at the top of the mountain. As soon as the Japanese and puppet troops emerged from the trenches and gathered together, they would fire immediately and blow them up.
The former enemy headquarters was moved by Li Hao to a location less than one kilometer away from the battlefield, and illumination bombs were launched one after another, illuminating the battlefield brightly.
Li Hao stood at the observation port and could have a panoramic view of the battlefield at a glance.
Since the Japanese and puppet troops began to besiege the hilltop, the two regiments have not really attacked. They have been putting pressure on them through feint attacks, forcing them to the top of the hill and allowing them to concentrate more.
Everyone is waiting.
If the general attack here is advanced, the reinforcements are likely to be scared away, and then my deployment in Pingshui Town will be in vain.
"Report to the leader, chief of staff, and leader Zhou: Battalion Commander Zhang of the Guangling Independent Battalion has called to report." Zhou Liang suddenly ran behind everyone and reported excitedly.
"The raid in Pingshui Town has begun. The attack went very smoothly. The Japanese and puppet troops suffered heavy casualties. They are preparing to launch a final attack on the Japanese and puppet troops."
"This telegram came at the right time." Li Hao shouted loudly.
Hong Linfeng asked happily: "Captain, can we start fighting here?"
Captain Zhou also had a smile on his face and looked at Li Hao eagerly.
"Okay!" Li Hao replied readily.
"If we don't attack, the second ring of fortifications of the Japanese and puppet troops will be repaired. If we attack again then, the offensive pressure will definitely be much greater."
"Order all attacking forces to begin the attack in five minutes."
"First give the Japanese and puppet troops three minutes to prepare for artillery fire, and then launch an infantry assault, forcing them to abandon the second line of defense that has not yet been repaired and concentrate their forces to defend the first line of defense."
On Highland No. 1, the commander of the regiment squatted half-crouched in the trench, looking at the second trench taking shape fifty meters away, feeling very anxious.
As a battle-hardened commander, he knew very well that the Eighth Route Army would not give him much time to prepare.
The reason why we have time to repair the first ring of fortifications.
It is possible that the Eighth Route Army did not prepare in advance because its decision to wait for reinforcements was too sudden.
It takes time to move troops, weapons, and prepare for an attack from such a large battlefield to the foot of the mountain.
This time happened to be grasped by myself.
But the Eighth Route Army was not a fool. It must have noticed this, and then tried its best to speed up the deployment of troops and not give itself too much time to defend.
The second trench is only half-finished now, and many places are not connected into one piece, but are separated into sections.
If attacked, the troops guarding here can only fight independently without being able to support each other.
Once a place is breached, the entire defense line will be occupied.
The co-captain became more and more anxious as he thought about it, and urged again.
"The troops in the front fortifications need to speed up. If there are not enough people, we will transfer a company of the Royal Association Army from behind to connect all the trenches first, and then deepen and widen them!"
After saying that, he focused his attention on the foot of the mountain.
The anxious expression on his face was instantly replaced by solemnity.
The Eighth Route Army was equipped with too many light and heavy machine guns, one right next to the other.
If these machine guns fire at the same time, the bullets flying up to the high ground will definitely be overwhelming.
Without the protection of trenches, no matter how many people there are, they will be killed.
Looking at the mortar behind the machine gun again, the expression on his face became more solemn.
Within his field of vision, he saw at least more than twenty mortars from four artillery positions, and there must have been more that he did not see.
Although its destructive power is not as good as that of mountain artillery, it is very lethal to soldiers.
If there is no bunker protection, the soldiers within five meters of the impact point will definitely be killed or injured, there is no doubt.
Whether it is against heavy machine guns or mortars, the troops must have trenches as bunkers, otherwise they will definitely lose the battle.
"Sir, the Eighth Route Army at the foot of the mountain has moved..." a staff officer next to him suddenly shouted.
The regimental commander frowned and saw hundreds of Eighth Route Army troops passing the heavy machine gun positions with guns in hand. The light machine guns placed between the heavy machine guns were also held in the arms of the machine gunners, and they approached the high ground along with the infantry.
"No, the Eighth Route Army is about to attack!" the commander of the regiment shouted.
This is the situation he least wants to face.
The trenches had not yet been repaired, and the Eighth Route Army launched an attack at this time. The possibility of the troops holding their positions was too low, and the casualties were high.
"Boom boom boom..."
There was a burst of gunfire from the artillery position at the foot of the mountain, and after two seconds, balls of fire rose from the position.
In the splashing fire, many soldiers were blown away because the trenches were too shallow.
The subordinates who were not hit by the shells quickly crouched down and tried to hide their bodies in the trench to avoid the shell fragments flying overhead.
However, the trenches were too shallow, and the flying shells were dense. Many shells directly hit the trenches and exploded.
Soldiers were constantly being blown out of the trenches, or being blown over, making no movement.
While shelling, hundreds of Eighth Route Army troops did not stop and continued to approach the high ground.
There were only a few mortars on the high ground, which did not threaten the artillery positions at the foot of the mountain.
The artillery unit of the garrison was confident and deployed very far forward, with a shooting distance of only five to six hundred meters.
This means that they can shoot the shells more accurately, ensuring that the impact point error does not exceed ten meters.
Even if the attacking troops approach the battlefield fifty meters away, they will not be accidentally injured.
The attacking troops knew this very well and kept moving forward to shorten the attack distance.
For the captain on the high ground, this style of play was unintentionally fatal.
The shorter the offensive distance, the higher the possibility that the Eighth Route Army will capture the position. This is well-known military common sense.
But facing the hundreds of Eighth Route Army troops approaching the position, he had no choice.
At this time, for the first time, he experienced the despair and helplessness of being passively beaten without the advantage of artillery fire or firepower.
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