"Throne, the brothers are running out, can we temporarily withdraw and rest for a day, no, half a day......"

Amid the roar of artillery, General Feng Shengfa, the commander of the haggard 58th Division, had to call the military headquarters, almost pleadingly hoping that the troops could withdraw.

The three echelons of the Songpu Division had converged, and in the face of the increasingly tight encirclement, they desperately attacked and broke through to the area of Changling and Zhanggushan, which were defended by the 58th Division.

The 58th Division had been fighting bloody battles for two days and two nights, and the main division, which had more than 10,000 people, had lost all its strength, and two-thirds of its position had been lost.

The remaining brethren have been divided into various positions by the little devils, but they have received orders not to retreat, so they are still fighting with the little devils.

But the division commander, General Feng Shengfa, couldn't help it, and if they continued to fight, their division would really be over, so he asked to retreat.

"You can't withdraw! You remove the devil and run away! Gotta hold me up! Even if you fight it out, you have to resist it for me! ”

Army Commander Yu Jishi also knew that the front line was fierce, but he also knew that at this critical moment, he had to die.

"Commander, we only have five hundred people left plus the miscellaneous personnel, let's leave some seeds for our division......" The voice of the division commander Feng Shengfa was almost crying.

But the army commander Yu Jishi was stubborn and did not let go: "Even if there is one person left, you are not allowed to withdraw!"

"Senior Commander Feng, listen well, if you dare to withdraw and let go of the devil, Chief Xue will shoot me, and I will shoot you before I die!"

"Must be resisted! Hear no! ”

Faced with the cold refusal of the army commander Yu Jishi, the division commander Feng Shengfa hung up the phone dejectedly, turned to look at the division personnel with dirty and tattered military uniforms, and gritted his teeth.

"I don't go to hell, who does! Take a gun if you are not afraid of death! Follow me up! ”

The division commander Feng Shengfa took off his epaulettes and put them in his pocket, and pulled out the pistol at his waist.

The staff officers and guards of the division headquarters also loaded their bullets one after another, and followed the division commander Feng Shengfa into the fierce gunsmoke of gunfire.

Wanjialing is more than 10 kilometers in circumference, except for a few villages, most of them are small hills and forests criss-crossed by ravines.

At this moment, in a mountain range, the smoke of gunpowder is filled, the flames are soaring, and the various wings of the devils and the Chinese army have exchanged fire on all fronts, and the devils such as You Zhanggushan and Changling are the most fierce in the direction of breaking through.

Although Yang Ling and the others stayed in De'an as a mobile reserve force, Yang Ling knew very well in his heart that they would not stay here all the time, they would go up.

But Yang Ling also knew that at this moment, the Songpu Division was already a trapped beast, and a well-trained trapped beast was the most dangerous, and he was also actively preparing.

"Prepare at least five days' worth of dry food per person and carry enough water."

Yang Ling knew that this brutal battle had just begun, and in mountain battles, dry food and drinking water were sometimes more important than ammunition, and strength was necessary to fight.

"Tuanza, we are not a long march, it would be a pity if the dry food was rotten, anyway, we will send food up then." The cooks did not understand Yang Ling's order.

"Just do it, and you'll understand." Yang Ling didn't bother to explain to them, once the fight started, I was afraid that the food would not be delivered.

In his memory, many of the troops who participated in the siege of Wanjialing and Songpu Division ended up fighting hungry.

Because the devil's firepower blocked the rear, the meals prepared in the rear could not be delivered, and the cooks could only crawl to the place of battle step by step.

By the time the cooks finally spent a day or two crossing the devil's blockade line to deliver the prepared meals to the combat units, the food was already stinky in the hot weather.

But the brothers in the fighting troops did not blame the cooks who risked their lives to deliver food, because the battlefield was so cruel.

The reason why Yang Ling prepared early was that he didn't want his brothers to go hungry to fight at that time, after all, as soon as the devil's firepower was blocked, it would be difficult to deliver the food.

In addition to food, Yang Ling deliberately found the brigade commander Zhou Zhidao, and received 100,000 rounds of machine gun ammunition and 200,000 rounds of rifle ammunition to the troops.

Fortunately, in order to besiege the Songpu Division, the Ninth Theater specially transported a batch of ammunition over, so that they could successfully receive some more ammunition.

Yang Ling guaranteed that each brother had at least 100 rounds of bullets, although it was cool to fight bayonets, but as a last resort, Yang Ling did not want brothers to fight with devils with bayonets.

After all, fighting bayonets is almost a life-for-life fight, and he doesn't want the brothers who get along with him day and night to take risks, and as a commander, he has the cheekiness to receive more ammunition, which is the only thing he can do for his brothers.

The gunfire in the Wanjialing area continued day and night, and the 58th Division and the troops involved in the encirclement had already fought a bloody battle with the little devils of the Songpu Division for two days and two nights.

Junrokuro Matsuura paid the price for his arrogance, and although they bombarded indiscriminately from the air, his troops would be stubbornly blocked in either direction.

They were like a trapped beast that was surrounded, going around and around, but they couldn't get out, which made it difficult for Junrokuro Matsuura to keep his composure.

"General, the 113th Wing attacking Long Ridge has lost more than half, and they ask for a halt to the offensive......"

The chief of staff, Yoshitaka Akiyama, had barely closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and he had to report the bad news to Junrokuro Matsuura.

"Rubbish! Idiot! Junrokuro Matsuura, the high-spirited division commander, could no longer maintain his demeanor and roared.

The 113th Wing was a brave and good fighting force, and its strength was enough to crush an elite division on the Chinese side, but it was blocked for two days and could not break through, which disappointed Junrokuro Matsuura.

But what Junrokuro Matsuura didn't know was that although their 113th Wing had lost more than half, there were only more than 500 of the more than 10,000 people left in the 58th Division, which had blocked them, and now they were holding on with great perseverance.

The unhappiness of the war made Matsuura Junrokuro's temper also become irritable, and the staff officers who had been high-spirited before were also quiet and did not dare to speak, and the atmosphere in the division headquarters was so depressing that it was suffocating.

When Junrokuro Matsuura finished venting, it was finally the chief of staff Yoshitaka Akiyama who broke the silence.

"General, the 27th Division has moved closer to us with all its might, and we now need to change the direction of our attack and break through to Zhanggushan."

After Junrokuro Matsuura scolded him, as if he had been exhausted of all his strength, he sat back in his chair in a dejected manner, waved his hand and said, "You go and arrange it."

"Hey!"

Seeing the tired Junrokuro Matsuura, the chief of staff, Yoshitaka Akiyama, saluted, turned around and walked out of the dimly lit room.

Akiyama Yoshitaka walked out of the room, saw the commander of the division guard squadron with a serious face, and opened his mouth to order: "The Shina army may attack here at any time, and you must strengthen your vigilance."

"Hey!" The captain of the guard squadron looked grim and hurriedly ran to strengthen his guard.

Soon, the mountain village where the regimental headquarters of the 106th Division was stationed was full of mobilized devil soldiers, looking like they were facing a great enemy, but the rumbling artillery sound from the surrounding mountains and the earth-shattering gunfire still made them not have the slightest sense of security.