Early in the morning of the second day of the Battle of Furuyama.

China and Japan did not imagine that a fierce battle broke out as soon as the sun jumped above the horizon.

The Japanese army was burning the bodies of soldiers killed yesterday on a large scale, and more than a dozen puffs of smoke proved that the Eighth Division was in pain to the bone marrow. After collecting the remains of the 4th Brigade a few days ago, they lost another 1,000 men yesterday, and a standard infantry brigade was thus eliminated from the formation of the 8th Division.

And all they got was a broken mountain with the top of the mountain ten centimeters shorter, and a company of the Chinese.

Moreover, they did not even find the corpse of a Chinese, and they should have been blown into ashes by a total of more than 3,000 shells fired by both sides. The damned Chinese even blew up the anti-slope tunnel where they hid from shells at the last moment, and it was really a genius mountain defense fortification.

Although Xi Yiyi did not regret his decision to attack the Chinese Gushan position with heavy troops, if Xi Yiyi was allowed to choose the attack method again, he would definitely no longer be superstitious about his artillery tactics, and after seeing the Chinese army's anti-slope tunnel fortifications, Xi Yiyi had already understood that artillery was not an irresistible god of war for the Chinese. At least in this mountain defense war, the Chinese have taken their geographical advantage to the extreme.

Seeing off thousands of Japanese troops was a brigade and a half of tens of thousands of Japanese troops who were about to participate in the attack on the Luo Wenyu Pass, watching their comrades turn into wisps of green smoke and dissipate into the air, and the Japanese troops whose morale was low because of the heavy losses again regained their courage under the accumulation of hatred.

There were even dozens of mid- and lower-ranking officers of the Japanese army at the rank of lieutenant who wrote suicide notes on the spot, wrapping white cloth bands around their heads to express their intention to die.

As the supreme commander of the Eighth Division, Nishiyi held his lieutenant general's command knife and quietly looked at the dense black smoke coming out of more than a dozen huge fires, with an expressionless face.

Nishiyichi had already let go of the last bit of luck, and it was impossible to spare casualties if he wanted to defeat the Chinese stationed on the defense line in front of him. There is only one tactic left, a strong attack, a continuous strong attack, using the advantage of his numbers, exchanging with the Chinese, exchanging death for death, and wounding for injury, and the last two cards in his hand are useless, and the Chinese's hole cards he already knows, are nothing more than anti-slope pit tactics and ancient equipment that can throw explosive packs.

As long as they occupy the position on the top of the mountain and gain a firm foothold, the Chinese who hide in the tunnels can only become ground rats, and no matter how deep they hide, they can only be dug out one by one and exterminated. Maybe the casualties will be large, but as long as the Chinese army in front of him, which has made Xi Yiyi feel a little cold, everything will be worth it.

Xi Yiyi even had a feeling that if this army was allowed to return to China alive, they might one day become a big problem for the empire.

I have to say that Lieutenant General Xi Yiyi is worthy of being the commander of the most elite division of the Kwantung Army, he quickly gained insight into the weakness of the anti-slope tunnel tactics, and also wisely let go of the illusion of breaking through the Luo Wenyu Pass without too many casualties, and at the same time, he also had a very decisive insight into the biggest weakness of the independent regiment.

Indeed, the number of independent regiments is too small, and the entire defense line, plus the 288th Regiment and the 289th Regiment, is only more than 7,000 people, while the Japanese army plus the puppet army is as high as 30,000 people.

Of course, the so-called data conversion is only the calculation of the commander, and it is always the fighters themselves who ultimately decide the outcome of the battle. In fact, according to post-World War II statistics, an army that can withstand a casualty rate of 30 percent without collapsing is already called elite, and the Japanese army is one of them.

In a battle, if the casualty rate exceeds 60 percent, the unit has already lost its combat effectiveness, and surrender is allowed in the military regulations of Western countries, although they often surrender after 20 or 30 percent casualties. This is also the reason why Nazi Germany built so many prisoner of war camps, if the Red Soviet Union was not beaten to the home and the system, I am afraid it is not much better than the Western powers, in the German lightning raid on the Red Soviet Union for six months, 7 million Soviet troops were wiped out, but the vast majority of them stayed in the prisoner of war camps and suffered.

On the Chinese battlefield, the elite Japanese army also won more than defeated, and again and again defeated the outnumbered national armies, and most of the Chinese army collapsed after 20 percent casualties.

However, the whole system was killed in the battle, no one was captured, no one surrendered, and the 100% casualty rate still did not retreat, and the army was only in China, Zhao Changqing's Baoshan battalion, and Wang Mingzhang's bloody battle in Tengxian County。。。。。。 The lives of thousands of soldiers prove that the Chinese nation is inherited from the blood in the genes.

After 5,000 years of wind and frost, the Yellow River civilization can still stand tall in the tide of history, unlike countless civilizations that have been submerged by the dust of history, which itself proves the strong vitality of the Chinese nation.

What kind of brilliant sparks will a Chinese nation that can still continue to fight with 30 percent casualties encounter a Chinese nation that is about to collapse at the touch of a button when it has not yet awakened, but when the blood in its bones erupts, it can fight to the death and never retreat?

The two Chinese and Japanese commanders did not know, nor did the Chinese and Japanese high-level officials who followed the battle, nor did the 40,000 Chinese who followed the area through newspapers.

Perhaps, no one can know that this battle is purely a battle to the death.

The powerful Japanese swore in front of the fire that burned their compatriots into fly ashes, while the Chinese could only look into the distance with silent sadness.

The ancient mountains a few miles away are close at hand but far away from the world. A full 206 officers and soldiers of the Dare to Die Company died there.

From the moment the radio was silent, although everyone was hard to believe, they also had to accept a cruel fact, the Dare to Die Company disappeared from the independent regiment.

Zhou Shiyu and his 16 "deserters" and 189 bandits were all killed. Moreover, they can't pay tribute to their comrades like the Japanese invaders. They could only stand silently a few miles away, silently staring at the top of the mountain mixed with the flesh and blood of their comrades.

"Salute." Liu Lang looked back at dusk, with wind and frost in the corners of his eyes, looked at the soldiers standing neatly behind him, and roared with his tongue.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers saluted the ancient mountain, which was the Cangshan with the blood of the comrades, and the Cangshan that became one with the comrades. That military salute is not only for Cangshan, not only for comrades, but also for oneself.

If they could, they were also willing to sprinkle blood all over the Cangshan Mountain under their feet, and they were also willing to integrate the flesh and blood with the pass built by their ancestors, just to kill all the Japanese criminals and make them unable to return their armor.

"Shoot."

For the entire ten miles of defense line, thousands of guns were fired into the sky, which was a salute for the warriors, and it was also a declaration of war by more than 7,000 soldiers of the three regiments against the Japanese invaders.

Come, we'll be waiting for you here, with the steel guns in our hands.

The arrogant Chinese, Xi Yiyi clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, and his muscles were exposed.