The critical moment that the Japanese Army Headquarters and Brigade Commander in Datong had been waiting anxiously for finally arrived.
The deputy chief of staff ran over with excitement and reported: "General, there is an urgent call from the military department."
"Our two thousand main force gathered at the edge of the defense regiment's base has begun to attack. It will take at least half an hour to break through the first line of defense of the defense regiment."
"Great!" The brigade leader's tense nerves were completely relieved, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.
But it didn't last long before the smile disappeared from his face and his expression returned to seriousness.
The gunfire in the city has not stopped. As long as they do not stop attacking for one minute, the crisis in Datong City will not be relieved.
Moreover, the Eighth Route Army's communication system was inferior to that of the Imperial Army.
This place is more than 100 kilometers away from the battlefield where the military headquarters is attacking. Within a few minutes, I can get the latest battle reports from the front line through the radio.
The Eighth Route Army is different. Their communication system is too backward, and many main regiments are not equipped with radio stations.
When the front line is attacked, the news must be sent manually to the regiment headquarters or even the brigade headquarters that has a radio station, and then it can be transmitted to the Datong front line through the radio station.
If it's fast, the siege troops can receive the message within an hour, but if it's slow, two hours may not be enough.
Before the siege troops receive their base area and are attacked, Datong must be firmly in their hands, and they must not be allowed to see the hope of completely occupying Datong in a short time.
Otherwise, when they receive the news that the base area is being attacked, they will capture Datong first and then return for reinforcements.
Their base area is very large, covering several counties. Even if there is no troops, it will take a long time for the imperial army to completely occupy it. The garrison's return a few hours late will hardly affect the overall situation.
So in the next few hours, not only can I not relax, I also have to play better.
He raised his head and ordered to the deputy chief of staff: "Immediately send out all the troops that the headquarters can send out, and also transfer half of the guards from each key point and warehouse, and all go deep into the battlefield to cooperate with the overseas Chinese and the Eighth Route Army in street fighting."
"Contact the aviation force and rush to the battlefield immediately. Find a way to cooperate with us in two counterattacks and kill some Eighth Route Army troops."
On the Laiyuan battlefield in the base, more than 100 recruits from the first battalion and second company of the garrison regiment were all hiding on the second line of defense and on standby.
Two new recruits carried a stretcher, and there were more than a hundred soldiers guarding it.
There are various military uniforms, some are wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms, some are wearing civilian clothes, and several cadres are walking back and forth among the soldiers to encourage everyone...
Except for better equipment, no one would associate them with the main force of the garrison.
Although a soldier among the new recruits did not speak, he lowered his head like the others and looked nervous.
But his eyes have been observing the surrounding situation, and his eyeballs are turning around, as if he wants to see all the surrounding situations clearly.
"Rumble..."
Amidst the fierce sound of artillery, the first round of Japanese and puppet attacks was finally repelled.
The more than one hundred soldiers guarding the new recruits immediately stood up, and at the reminder of the squad platoon leader, they bent down and rushed towards the battlefield along the trenches.
Although several soldiers were also rushing forward, their legs moving forward mechanically, they could clearly feel they were shaking due to nervousness and fear.
This happens only to soldiers who go to the battlefield for the first time.
The main force of the real garrison are veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time, so this will definitely not be the case.
Seeing this, the recruit further confirmed that the people on the battlefield were temporary local armed forces and guerrillas put together in the base area, not the main force.
Many of them had never been on the battlefield, but in order to defend their base areas and block the Japanese and puppet attacks, they had no choice but to join the war.
"We're coming too!" the company commander suddenly shouted, interrupting the recruits who were meditating.
"We suffered heavy casualties in the battle just now. Come with me and transport the wounded soldiers to the rear..."
More than a hundred recruits entered the position with different moods, and were shocked by the scene before them.
The trenches that stretch for hundreds of meters are filled with corpses and wounded people, as well as broken limbs and broken arms...
Screams continued to reach their ears, and there was a strong smell of death everywhere.
Some recruits with poor psychological quality were frightened on the spot, their faces turned pale, and then they squatted in the trench and vomited, wishing to spit out everything they had just eaten.
"Don't throw up. Calm down. This is the battlefield you are clamoring to go to every day. Sooner or later you will face it directly." The leading company commander shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Group of two, help carry the wounded and the bodies quickly. They must all be sent to the rear."
"The speed must be fast, the enemy may launch a new round of attack at any time."
"We must get the wounded out before the attack..."
The instructor and squad platoon leader immediately took action and organized the recruits who could still move to carry the wounded.
The recruits who observed the surrounding situation along the way were no exception. They and their comrades hurriedly left the battlefield carrying a seriously injured man whose thigh was injured.
There were stretchers in front of them and behind them, carrying corpses, wounded people, and "wounded people" pretended to be soldiers...
The new soldier roughly counted that in just a few minutes, at least eighty soldiers had been carried down from the front line.
In the battle just now, only a hundred people participated in the battle. To repel the Japanese and puppet troops, they lost more than 80 people in one attack, more than half of them were casualties. Such combat effectiveness is really not that bad. If the main force was defending the position, they would definitely not fight.
Like this.
As he thought about it, a smile appeared on the recruit's lips.
Because in addition to being a recruit in the garrison, he also has another hidden identity: a secret agent of the Japanese army lurking in the garrison, specializing in collecting intelligence related to the army.
What he saw and heard today was definitely the information his superiors wanted.
It is related to whether the garrison regiment base area is empty of troops and whether the military headquarters' decision to attack the garrison regiment base area is correct.
Therefore, this information must be sent out immediately.
After carrying the wounded nearly one kilometer away from the battlefield, the recruits thought of how to pass on the information.
There is an intelligence contact point two hundred meters ahead. As long as you put the information there, someone will definitely send it out.
"Squad leader, I need to poop..." the recruit shouted from a distance.
"Hurry up, the wounded must be sent to the rear for treatment as soon as possible!" The squad leader did not have much doubt.
When recruits first enter the battlefield, it is normal for them to vomit, urinate urgently, and even defecate due to nervousness and fear.
But this behavior attracted the attention of the platoon leader not far away.
This place is already one kilometer away from the battlefield. If there was a reaction, it would have been there a long time ago. How could it be possible to wait until now.
He kept an eye out and followed the recruits carefully.
As soon as we got there, we discovered the problem. Although the recruit squatted on the ground and pretended to be defecating, nothing was left on the ground after he finished.
This is a military operation, and you will only leave the team to take a dump unless you can't hold it in any longer.
And this recruit didn't shit after leaving the team. There is only one possibility: he just did something ulterior.
He carefully searched the place where the recruit had just stayed, and he actually found a bamboo tube with a small note inside...
After the platoon commander calmly put the bamboo tube back, he immediately found the company commander and reported it.
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