I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 280: Report to the Chief, We Have a Stepping Machine

Chief of Staff Haruta, with a humble attitude, quickly lowered his head and respectfully persuaded Captain Nobutsu Sakata.

He cannot be disrespectful, and this Nobutsu Sakata must be promoted.

Only then will you have the opportunity to be promoted to commander of the regiment or deputy chief of staff of the brigade.

"Your Excellency, our attack on the Eighth Route Army's position just now has failed.

The second battalion of imperial warriors had all died heroically.

No one expected that this newly arrived Eighth Route Army was equipped with a large number of Type 92 infantry guns.

We must temporarily stop attacking the Eighth Route Army and redeploy a new combat plan."

Chief of Staff Haruta's reason was already quite tactful.

There are mainly two reasons for this. One is that the second brigade that went forward to attack was already a complete failure.

Another thing is that this Eighth Route Army unit is equipped with long-range artillery.

The location of their headquarters was just within the artillery coverage range of the Eighth Route Army's artillery.

If I hadn't run away just now, I might have been discovered by the Eighth Route Army's artillery.

The artillery of the Eighth Route Army only needs to fire one infantry artillery shell at them.

Their Sakata Regiment Headquarters would be blown to ashes.

Nobutsu Sakata's anger was calmed down, but he began to feel distressed again.

Nobutsu Sakata's main attack this time is Cangyun Ridge. The regiment under his command has been strengthened by their brigade commander.

He was given four infantry battalions and one artillery battalion.

This is the treatment of a Type A division and a main regiment, which shows how much their brigade commander values ​​him.

But what about now? In less than half a minute, a squadron was wiped out.

Immediately afterwards, his artillery battalion and the garrison squadron of his artillery battalion were covered by the enemy's artillery fire.

His infantry battalion that attacked the junction was really cowardly.

They didn't even fire a few shots before they were ruthlessly strangled by the reinforcements of the Eighth Route Army.

Add to that the losses incurred from the attacks launched in the past two days.

"Hiss", you really wouldn't know until you count. His Sakata Regiment now only has two infantry battalions left.

Including the squadron directly under the regiment headquarters, he only had more than 2,000 people left.

If the Eighth Route Army in those trenches had the same weapons and equipment as the militia just now.

Now, let alone attacking, he couldn't even guarantee that he could defend himself and not be eaten by the opponent.

Fortunately, the main force of their 4th Brigade will arrive in two and a half hours.

As long as Nobutsu Sakata can hold on for two and a half hours, there will be no problem.

"Chief of Staff Chuntian, order the troops to start digging fortifications. We need to rest for a while."

The Japanese retreated, and the comrades of the first company began to go out and clean up the battlefield.

With a burst of gunfire, the Japanese soldiers who were unwilling to surrender were dealt with.

What remains is the grand corpse search.

When the support troops sent by the main forces on both sides of the junction arrived.

The confiscated equipment has been carefully divided among the militiamen.

They were all bloody Type 38 rifles, light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and bullet boxes.

Time is running out, and most of the weapons we brought back are usable.

The weapons that were damaged by the explosion were left on the battlefield, and there was no time to take care of them (mainly because the militiamen didn't care about them).

There were also blood-stained Japanese military uniforms, cotton-padded jackets, and suede shoes.

Although the size is a little small, it can still be used after being taken apart, washed, and sewn back together.

The shoes can be distributed to the young soldiers, or if that is not possible, they can be distributed to the female comrades in the base.

It also included the seizure of cigarettes, notebooks and gold rings, which the Eighth Route Army comrades could understand.

But what do you think about those twenty-plus bloody gold teeth?

Militiamen from Fengu County: What do you mean? What do you mean? Of course, I hate the Japanese for having bad breath!

As he was thinking, he wiped the blood on the butt of the gun onto the Japanese soldier's uniform on the ground.

The company commander, like their commander, seemed polite and easy to talk to.

Looking at the two company commanders who came to support them, one company commander behaved very magnanimously.

“Thank you two company commanders for coming to support us. I heard that you consumed a lot of ammunition in the blocking battles over the past two days.

I will give you these captured items as supplements, and you can also take these cotton-padded clothes, water bottles, ammunition boxes, etc. away with you."

After saying this, without waiting for their consent, he called upon the comrades in the company to come and collect the equipment.

"Comrades, come quickly to receive your weapons, don't be in a hurry and line up.

There are three Type 92 heavy machine guns here. Each of you takes one.

As for the remaining one...don't just stare at each other, let's discuss it.

I'll make the decision. Those who didn't get the heavy machine guns can get three more Type 99 rifles..."

Under the impartial leadership of the militia company commander, the companies from the two regiments that came to support had all chosen their own equipment.

As they walked back, they kept praising the militiamen of the Lianzhuang team.

Captain Li Yunlong is a stingy person, but the soldiers under his command are very generous and will do whatever they can to get what they want.

When the company that went out to support came back, Captain Cheng was already there, feeling anxious.

The battle was full of ups and downs, and he had to report to the division headquarters immediately.

It’s a pity that the telephone line leading to the division headquarters was just cut by the Japanese artillery shells.

The telephone soldiers have already checked and found that the damaged line is too long and there are not enough spare lines to connect.

Commander Cheng was instructing the signalman to run back to the division headquarters to report immediately.

And by the way, I went to ask for a telephone line so as to restore contact with the division headquarters.

In the Eighth Route Army's division headquarters, the deputy commander-in-chief and the division commander were also very anxious. The artillery fire on the Cangyunling position in front was getting more and more intense.

Although Lu Shanlai had already said that it was the artillery battalion of Lianzhuang Team that was suppressing the Japanese artillery.

But this statement is too fantastic and they cannot confirm it now.

I wanted to call Captain Cheng and the others, but the call wasn't connected. It seemed like there was something wrong with the phone line.

Suddenly, the sound of artillery fire from the direction of Cangyun Ridge stopped for some unknown reason.

I am most afraid of this sudden silence, which makes people feel creepy.

This silence of guns and artillery usually means the loss of an entire position or the death of all the soldiers.

Lushan came to see the leaders, looking very anxious, but he couldn't help but come over to ask if he could help in any way.

"Commander, do you want to contact the frontline position in Cang Yunling?"

The division commander had long heard that Commander Song from Gannan was rich and a real landlord.

In his troops, it was common to have radio stations at the regimental level.

Leader: "Comrade Xiao Lu, are you saying that you can use the radio to contact Commander Shi?"

Lu Shanlai: "We do have a radio station, but there is no need to go to such trouble."

The deputy commander also looked at Lu Shanlai and asked simply, "How do we contact you now?"

"Sir, we have a walkie-talkie."

Lu Shanlai didn't dare to delay any longer, after all, the military situation was urgent.

He shouted outside, "Xiao Shanzi, come in quickly with the walkie-talkie."

After a while, a boy who was not even eighteen years old ran in carrying something that looked like a radio on his back.

This young comrade named "Xiaoshanzi" was pressing down the antenna with one hand and holding a green "big brick" in the other hand.

Xiao Shanzi: "Deputy Commander, what do you want me to do? Is there any mission?"

Lu Shanlai said as if he was offering a treasure: "Xiao Shanzi, contact Commander Shi immediately."