The dim moonlight shone on the ground, and the gunfire in Chengjiazhuang Village gradually became much weaker, and with the order of Momoyo Kuno Village, the fourth brigade responsible for attacking Chengjiazhuang Village began to evacuate, and the third brigade, which had already been prepared, was ready to take over the attack of the fourth brigade.

Nanjiro Araki, who wore the rank of Shaosa, came to the front of Momoyo Kunomura with an embarrassed face, and after saluting Momoyo Kunomura, Nanjiro Araki lowered his head and was silent.

The two infantry squadrons of the Fourth Brigade were all wiped out, the two Type 92 heavy machine guns of the machine gun squadron were also destroyed, and three other heavy machine guns were damaged and needed to be repaired, and the Fourth Brigade paid the price of more than 400 casualties, which already accounted for one-third of the total number of troops of the Fourth Brigade.

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, please give me the most severe punishment." Seeing that Momoyo Kunomura didn't speak for a long time, Nanjiro Araki bowed respectfully and said.

Kunomura Momoyo had already put down his binoculars, because it was already dark, and he could no longer observe the situation in Chengjiazhuang Village.

"The gunfire in the village has become much weaker than before, according to Hattori-kun's statistics, you have at least annihilated more than 300 troops of the Eighth Route Army, such a record is still relatively good, the village is likely to be the troops of Sun Weiguo's new second brigade, but next time, I hope you will make greater progress."

Kunomura Momoyo glanced back at Nanjiro Araki, looked at the wound on Nanjiro Araki's cheek and the bloodstained military uniform, he said lightly.

Knowing that the Fourth Brigade had not taken the position of Chengjiazhuang Village for a long time, Kunomura Momoyo had unspeakable anger in his heart.

But after learning about the battle situation in the village and the comparison of the losses of the two sides, Kunomura Momoyo felt that it was not easy for Nanjiro Araki to be able to do such an extent, so he didn't say too much blame, after all, the fourth brigade still had to participate in the next battle.

"Your Excellency Brigade Commander, next time I will definitely reduce the casualties of the troops and bring greater casualties to the troops of the Eighth Route Army." Nanjiro Araki said respectfully.

Kunomura Momoyo walked towards Nanjiro Araki, and after coming to him, Momoyo Kunomura gently patted Nanjiro Araki on the shoulder.

More than a dozen guns of the Japanese artillery unit began to readjust the angle of firing, and the black muzzles of each artillery were aimed at the sky, and the artillerymen began to transport grenades to the side of the artillery.

As the Japanese troops were preparing for the next attack, the commander of the artillery detachment, Ikuta Nakasa, was standing inside the headquarters, looking at the map with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Da Da Da!" The sound of tank machine gun fire sounded on the periphery, and the troops of the independent detachment were launching a diversion attack on the Japanese army, but the troops of the independent detachment were subjected to frantic fire from the Japanese tank machine guns, and they could not bring any obstacles to the Japanese troops.

In Chengjiazhuang Village, there is no complete house here, there are broken walls all around, black smoke is still emitting from many places, and the smell of burnt corpses is disgusting.

Xiang Yishou is a cooking soldier in the first battalion of the first regiment of the reserve, and Xiang Yishou, who is more than 50 years old, is a veteran, he has worked in the Beiyang Army, the Northeast Army, the Jin Sui Army and other faction troops, and finally joined the Eighth Route Army and became a cooking soldier.

Xiang Yishou, who has fought all his life, was cut off by shrapnel when he was young, and now he only has one left arm, so he has the name Xiang Yishou, as for what his real name is, no one knows.

The 4th Brigade of the Japanese Army began to withdraw, the battle stopped, and Xiang Yishou, who was a cook, immediately sorted out the dry food, and with two cooks, began to touch the front line of the battle.

The troops of the first battalion were continuously transferred into battle, and there was no time to rest at all, but the soldiers had to hurry up and eat food, and fight hungry, which was not a taste.

The three cooks slowly approached the frontline position, holding the food, and their movements were cautious, for fear that they would be detected by the devil soldiers.

But when they came to the front line, Xiang Yishou and the other three cooks couldn't help but widen their eyes.

The houses where the soldiers were stationed were all destroyed, and one soldier in gray uniforms fell to the ground, completely devoid of any breath of life.

More than a dozen wounded men held their posts with weapons, their wounds bleeding continuously, and their faces turned unusually pale.

Xiang Yiyi and other cooking soldiers immediately came to the wounded, but before they could bandage them, the three wounded lost signs of life.

"Tell the battalion commander that the position in the south of the village is about to be lost, and the company is all gone." After a wounded man saw Xiang Yishou and the others, he said in a solemn tone.

After the wounded man said this, he gasped heavily, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, take a look, I'm here to bring you steamed buns, white flour steamed buns, don't you little cubs like to eat white flour steamed buns the most?"

Looking at the wounded with one hand, he shouted loudly, but the wounded closed their eyes one by one.

"Boom, boom!" The Japanese artillery shells began to attack, and one shell after another began to fall into the village, and explosions rang out one after another.

More than 1,000 devil soldiers of the 3rd Brigade of the Japanese Army began to attack under the cover of artillery shells, and at this time, the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment and the 1st Battalion of the Pre-1st Regiment stationed in Chengjiazhuang Village had a combined strength of less than 100 people.

The white-flour steamed buns rolled on the ground, lying on the ground with one hand, he stretched out his left hand and put the white-flour steamed buns in the bag, the two cooks had been killed, and several wounded on the battlefield held out to the end, but they still did not avoid the call of death.

In the core position of Chengjiazhuang Village, Zhong Jian, who was covered in blood, was pale, he leaned on the trench, his eyes wandered, as if he would leave at any time.

Yue Wu, the commander of the first battalion of the 1st Advance Regiment, temporarily took over the command, and Yue Wu gathered all his forces on the core position in the village, but now there are less than 50 people who can fight.

The first battalion of the independent regiment and the first battalion of the pre-regiment each selected two of the youngest fighters, and these four fighters took advantage of the fact that the Japanese troops had not yet completely encircled them, and they wanted to quickly break out of the encirclement; first, they had to quickly report the situation in Chengjiazhuang Village, and second, they wanted to leave seeds for the independent regiment and the first battalion of the pre-regiment.

The Japanese troops marched towards the village, and fierce gunfire rang out again.

At the same time, when he returned to the town, Sun Weiguo stood in front of the map, and his face became heavy.

Although Sun Weiguo was now commanding the second battle group to fight, Sun Weiguo's eyes were always on Chengjiazhuang Village on the map, and he wanted to know more about the battle here than anyone else.