The fighting at the gap continued, but the Japanese army's temporary defense line had collapsed.
The attacking troops were like floods bursting from the embankments, pouring into Datong City continuously.
In the occupied area controlled by the commando team, the company commander leading the team was hiding behind a courtyard wall to catch his breath.
Although the attack just now was short, everyone had been struggling on the line of life and death. They were highly nervous and consumed a lot of physical strength and energy. They urgently needed time to take a breather.
"Company Commander, the little Japs blocking the gap in the city wall are retreating. Should we catch up and beat them up?" A platoon leader under his command ran over to report.
The company commander did not nod immediately. He glanced at the gap in the city wall behind him and asked, "How many people have we killed?"
"All the commandos came in, and the troops were divided into three. All the surviving soldiers of our company were here to expand the occupied area. The other troops were divided into two and attacked the Japanese and puppet troops on the city top." The company instructor introduced.
"The follow-up offensive troops have also reached the gap. Two companies have already entered and are resting in the occupied area and on standby."
The company commander decisively ordered: "Three companies are enough for us to continue dividing our troops!"
"Correspondent, immediately contact the troops from the Huaiyuan Independent Regiment who entered the city. They are going to hunt down the retreating troops of the Japs. We will penetrate from here to the city gate and block the retreat of the Japanese and puppet city defense troops. We must not allow them to retreat into Datong City and us.
Street fighting."
More than fifty soldiers followed closely behind the company commander, like ghosts, passing through one house after another and heading straight to the city gate.
On top of the city, two assault companies already controlled almost half of the city wall in the east.
But they were not satisfied. Just like two tanks, they continued to crush the remaining Japanese and puppet troops along the city wall.
The captain had retreated from the city gate tower to the other side of the city wall, eager to organize the troops to abandon the city defenses.
"Sir, the Eighth Route Army's attack firepower is too fierce and the speed is too fast. We must find a way to stop them. Otherwise, as soon as we retreat, they will chase us and beat us, and the retreat will most likely turn into a rout." A center ran from the direction of the battlefield.
The captain reported with a serious look on his face.
The captain raised his head and fixed his gaze on dozens of wounded soldiers, giving firm orders.
"Stay all the wounded to block the Eighth Route Army's attacking troops. The others will retreat with me."
This decision is undoubtedly the best.
Even if the wounded were successfully brought back, they would not be able to participate in the subsequent street fighting, and Datong's precious troops and supplies would have to be wasted to take care of them.
Rather than doing this, it is better to keep them here, use their remaining heat, and buy time for the troops to evacuate the city defenses.
These wounded soldiers had long expected this result. They listened to the captain's order and no one refuted it.
The soldiers who could still move didn't even turn around, picked up their weapons and ran towards their fighting positions with a look of determination on their faces.
The immobile soldier also lay on the ground holding a grenade, waiting for the Eighth Route Army to rush over and die with them.
After arranging the rear troops, the captain decisively began to retreat: "Warriors, our battle is not over yet."
"Leave here with me and use the houses in the city to fight street battles with the Eighth Route Army entering the city."
There were more than 1,000 city defense troops before the war, but now there are still more than 300 people left. Following the captain, they left the city in embarrassment.
After running less than fifty meters along the street, dozens of figures suddenly appeared at the end of the street and started shooting at them.
In the defensive battle just now, every Japanese was exhausted.
After finally getting a chance to breathe, I must take the time to rest. My tense nerves and vigilance... all relaxed, and I never thought that the Eighth Route Army would run in front of me.
The sudden gunfire was like a death horn that cut off their lives. Wherever the bullets hit, the Japanese soldiers were knocked down one after another.
After killing several rows of soldiers in succession, the remaining Japanese finally came to their senses.
Dragging his tired body to the ground, he hid behind the corpses of his comrades and raised his weapons to fight back.
The captain ran in the middle of the team, shouting with fear on his face: "Why is there the Eighth Route Army in front of us? Where did they come from!"
"The Eighth Route Army entering the city must have penetrated and checked in front of us!" A subordinate analyzed.
Another subordinate reported: "Sir, we must leave here immediately."
"If the nearby Eighth Route Army hears gunshots and surrounds us, we will be blocked here by the Eighth Route Army. They will attack us from both sides and we will not be able to leave even if we want to."
A look of solemnity flashed across the captain's face. After taking a look at the figure not far away, he decisively ordered: "The whole army will attack. Let's kill them."
"We must leave here before other Eighth Route Army troops come to kill us."
Defense is definitely easier to play than offense.
The retreating Japanese troops did not carry heavy weapons, so it was easier to intersperse troops and fight.
Seeing the Japs rushing towards everyone in a desperate manner, the company commander who led the team quickly ordered: "Put all the machine guns behind the courtyard wall and shoot at the Japs."
"The riflemen shoot freely. If the Japanese are approaching, they will greet them with grenades. If they are far away, they will greet them with bullets. They will resolutely block them. Then two infantry squads will come out and try to find a way to get close to the Japanese and attack them at close range..."
"Da da da...bah...bang...bang..."
Gunshots and explosions soon rang out in the streets.
The streets were only five meters wide in total, and although there were not many troops interspersed there, they were equipped with six light machine guns and one heavy machine gun.
A total of seven machine guns stood in front of the Japanese, which was equivalent to one machine gun only covering a half-meter-wide street.
The Japs in front had just been shot and fell to the ground, and immediately new bullets flew towards the Japs behind.
The riflemen were not idle either.
Some people cooperated with machine guns to attack the approaching Japanese soldiers.
Some people hid in the courtyard, climbed over the courtyard walls one after another, and kept approaching the Japanese retreating troops.
After touching the yard next to them, they threw grenades on the street as if they were free, and cooperated with the frontal blocking troops to set off a new round of death storm among the attacking troops!
The dozens of meters long street was filled with the aura of death.
Bodies, broken limbs, and broken arms were everywhere.
Many wounded people were squirming among the corpses, and every time they moved, they let out a burst of painful screams. It looked like Shura Hell, very miserable.
The captain was stunned by the scene in front of him. It took him a while to react and quickly ordered: "Retreat, the troops will retreat immediately, we will not attack!"
In just three minutes, the more than 300 people he had worked so hard to bring down from the city ended up with nearly 100 casualties.
The captain wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Sir, the Eighth Route Army is chasing us from behind. They seem to be attacking our troops on the top of the city." A second lieutenant ran over from behind and reported.
"So fast!" shouted the squadron leader next to him.
Several subordinates looked at the captain at the same time, waiting for him to make up his mind.
"If we don't withdraw, we will stay here and fight the Eighth Route Army in street battles. We can hold on as long as we can." The captain ordered through gritted teeth.
Because once this order is issued, it means that he does not intend to leave a way out for himself, and the troops stationed in the east of the city will follow him and die here.
Seeing his subordinates looking at him in disbelief, he suddenly became angry and cursed.
"What are you still doing? Are you waiting here to die?"
"Officers above second lieutenant will take action separately. Each person will take a few soldiers and enter the yard separately. Let's start action now..."
"Only by fighting in this way can we eliminate more Eighth Route Army troops before they die in battle and buy the brigade commander more time to prepare."
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