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Chapter 854 Retribution is coming too fast

After the messengers left in a hurry, Colonel Watanabe decisively raised his telescope and looked at the battlefield closest to him.

The dark night did not block Watanabe's view.

The rising fireballs were like flares, illuminating the battlefield brightly.

Suddenly, a black figure entered Colonel Watanabe's field of vision. It was an explosive pack that rolled in the sky without making any sound and flew towards the battlefield at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Rumble..."

The moment it landed, orange-red flames and a thick black smoke rose into the sky from the impact point, and the explosion sound also spread, deafening.

This was the first time Colonel Watanabe saw the explosion of a mine cannon shell at close range.

With the explosion point as the center, the flames and gunpowder smoke quickly swept around and spread...

In the blink of an eye, a radius of more than ten meters was completely enveloped, with thick smoke billowing and gunpowder filling the air, and nothing could be seen inside.

This is just the scope of the smoke, the real damage scope of the explosive package is even greater.

Further away, some of the men were squatting behind sandbags, hiding behind rocks, or lying directly on the ground.

After the explosion, the person lying on the ground continued to lie on the ground, but was no longer moving.

The Japanese half-crouched behind the rocks and sandbags reacted more directly, lying on their backs on the ground.

Watanabe knew that it was the invisible shock wave that was killing people.

The explosion stopped, and the imperial army within a radius of twenty meters seemed to be dead, with no movement at all.

This scene was too familiar to him, but the protagonist and supporting roles had changed.

On the Chinese battlefield, every time he commanded troops to attack the Chinese army, he would first let the planes explode and then bombard them with artillery fire.

At that time, the target of the bombing was the Chinese army, and the encounter was exactly the same as the imperial army being bombed now, with heavy casualties.

Therefore, every time there is an explosion here, Colonel Watanabe's heart will hurt, like a needle pricking his heart.

Because every explosion means that imperial troops were killed or injured on the battlefield.

"Is this what the Chinese call retribution?"

"We used to bombard them with heavy artillery, now it's their turn to bombard us with heavy artillery..."

This sentence came into Watanabe's mind, and then he was completely frightened.

I have personally experienced those battles in the past, and the battlefield conditions are like playing a movie, with each scene appearing in my mind.

The imperial army's artillery preparations were over, and the Chinese army was littered with casualties. Looking at the battlefield, there were almost no survivors, and the morale of the troops would fall to the bottom due to the bombardment.

Facing the attack of the imperial army, they had no power to resist and were wiped out like a massacre.

Now the protagonist and supporting role on the battlefield have been changed, and those who were bombed became the imperial army.

Colonel Watanabe could not imagine that the situation the imperial army would face next would be the same as the Chinese army he attacked at that time: heavy casualties, no ability to fight back, and finally being massacred and wiped out...

The more he thought about it, the more solemn Watanabe's face became. He was stunned and didn't react for a long time.

"Tick-tick...tick-tock..."

The charge horn suddenly sounded, bringing Watanabe out of his confusion and back to reality.

Four thick tongues of flame suddenly appeared in the dark night, and bullets flew towards the explosive package explosion area like meteors.

More than a hundred figures also began to enter Watanabe's field of vision, carrying guns and light machine guns, rushing towards the gap like a wave.

"Boom boom boom..."

A series of obviously weaker explosions sounded.

Colonel Watanabe understood the purpose of the bombardment at a glance and cried out.

"On Bageya Road, the enemy is using mortars to block the gap created by the torpedo cannon, preventing us from reinforcing the gap."

"Sir, the Eighth Route Army offensive troops are coming." The deputy commander shouted anxiously, with a look of panic on his face.

"Retreat!" Colonel Watanabe ordered in pain and helplessness.

"With artillery fire blocking the gap, we can't get through even with reinforcements."

"And looking at the battlefield, it seems that there are no troops in other parts of the defense line."

"The artillery fire fired by the defense regiment just now was too fierce, and the defense line was their key shelling area. The casualties of the troops were already very high. Just now, the offensive troops of the defense regiment smashed over a dozen explosive packets and dozens of mortar shells. The defense line garrison's

The casualties were even greater, and there were hardly any soldiers left to fight."

"The few remaining troops we have are too scattered and can easily be defeated by the garrison regiments one by one. If any troops attack all the way and directly attack the high ground, the entire station will be destroyed."

"Order: All troops that can still move must retreat to the high ground. We will form a new line of defense around the high ground, narrow the encirclement, and concentrate all our troops and firepower so that we can hold on longer."

"In addition, immediately send a telegram to the other two troops and the brigade headquarters. The troops have suffered heavy losses and are in urgent need of reinforcements."

At this moment, the communications staff stumbled over, his military uniform almost torn to pieces, his arms bandaged, and his face looking painful.

When I saw Watanabe, I felt like I had found a savior, so I quickly reported it.

"Sir, we can't send the telegram."

"Just now when the garrison covered our station with artillery fire, a heavy artillery shell hit the headquarters tent. The radio station and the operator were all blown up."

"Nani?"

Watanabe grabbed the communications staff officer and stared at him, his eyes bright red.

The whole person was like an angry lion. He roared loudly: "Bagh Yalu, why are you reporting such an important thing now?"

Compared to how he was frightened by the strength displayed by the garrison just now, at this moment, Watanabe felt more panic and despair in his heart.

Without a radio, the brigade commander and the reinforcements would not know the bad situation they were facing, and they would not be so desperate when the garrison harassed and blocked the troops.

For the Watanabe Regiment, every second means a large number of men are killed on the battlefield.

If the reinforcements cannot rush to the battlefield, you will probably be wiped out before they arrive.

And even if he is eliminated, the brigade commander will not know.

The communications staff officer did not expect the wing leader to be so angry. He was so frightened on the spot that he could not even speak.

"The artillery fire from the garrison...the garrison regiment was too fierce...Jiji couldn't rush over at all, so he had to wait until the bombardment was over before coming over."

After Colonel Watanabe let go, the communications staff member collapsed directly on the ground, with cold sweat on his forehead, as if he had walked in front of death, and his face was full of fear.

Colonel Watanabe also began to sweat on his forehead.

For the first time, I felt that death was so close to me, and I racked my brains to think of solutions.

Finally, focus on the communications staff again.

Facing Colonel Watanabe's gaze, the communications staff officer trembled subconsciously, and then looked at the commander with a fearful expression, fearing that he might vent his anger on him again.

Fortunately, Watanabe did not get angry, but ordered with a murderous look on his face: "I'll give you a mission. Contact the brigade headquarters at all costs."

"The radio station of the wing headquarters is gone, but the radio stations of each brigade are still there. I don't believe that the radio stations equipped by the three infantry brigade were all bombed."


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