As the sky brightened little by little, Wang Xiaoming's blocking attack became more and more difficult. Looking at the stragglers around him, who had dropped sharply from more than 300 people to less than 40 people, and a piece of skin was wiped off by the grenade from the grenadier on his head, because the first-aid kit had been used up, Wang Xiaoming, who could only be hastily bandaged with leg wraps, looked at the direction of Guanmenzuizi Mountain, which had completely calmed down, and sighed slightly.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming and the thirty or so people he led had exhausted their ammunition after four hours of fierce fighting. The dozens of infantry directional mines that had inflicted heavy losses on the Japanese had been depleted.

The three heavy machine guns that Wang Guangyu allocated to him had already been broken into parts by the Japanese grenadiers, or they were blown up by themselves because the ammunition was exhausted. Faced with the situation of running out of ammunition, he knew that he had done his best.

With more than 300 stragglers composed of newly rescued prisoners of war, it is impossible to fight this kind of desperate battle even if the commander is changed. With less than a battalion of troops, it was the limit to be able to delay for four hours against a Japanese wing armed to the teeth.

Like stroking his own child, touching the bullet in his hand that has run out of bullets since it was captured in the Second Division of the Fifth Army, Wang Xiaoming was ruthless, but after all, he was not willing to smash him.

Pull open the bolt of the Type 38 rifle that had already been replaced in his hand, and press the last row of bullets collected from the corpses of Japanese soldiers. Listening to the sound of cannons sounding again, Wang Xiaoming knew that his last time had come.

Turning his head to look at these former prisoners of war who had fought fiercely all night, had not yet recovered, and had relied on their bitter hatred with the Japanese army to persevere, Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly bitterly and said, "Brothers, I'm sorry. Although it was the first time we had met, it was also the last time we had seen each other. ”

"Originally, I was thinking that I could survive, but I went to the commander and chief of staff to say that I would integrate my brother into my brother's troops, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance. But when we get over there, we can finally fight devils together. Come on, get acquainted again. My name is Wang Xiaoming, the Second Route Army of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Army, and a member of the Political Committee of the Second Regiment of the First Independent Division of the Jidong Military Region. ”

Wang Xiaoming's voice fell, and a man who could barely stand by relying on the support of the rifle beside him: "What are you talking about that brother." If these brothers hadn't been rescued by you from the devil's construction site, even if they hadn't been tortured to death by the devil, they would have been slaughtered by the devil when the project was completed. ”

"From the day we were captured, we didn't expect that one day we would pick up a gun and fight devils. When we were tortured at the construction site, we all thought that if we were given a chance, we would rather die in battle. I don't want to put down my gun and be tortured to death by devils. ”

"Now that I have this opportunity, although it is very short, I have no regrets in my heart. In any case, Lao Tzu was killed fighting devils, not tortured to death by devils. One sentence is enough. Li Heyi, second lieutenant platoon commander of the 32nd Army of the National Army, is a native of Shandong. In March this year, he was captured in the Battle of Nanchang. ”

Li Heyi's words fell, and dozens of other people also nodded, reporting their names, their original troops, and their hometowns. Wang Xiaoming took out his notebook and memorized them one by one, put the notebook back in his satchel, and carefully buried it in a crater along with the fast and slow machine that he had already run out of bullets.

After doing this qiē, Wang Xiaoming didn't say a word again. By this time, the Japanese shelling had stopped, and he knew that the Japanese were about to charge. Turning around, he crouched in a crater, picked up the rifle in his hand and aimed it at a Japanese soldier who was climbing up the hill in the early morning light.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming no longer spoke, the others also stopped being brief and subtle, and set up their rifles on the edge of the improvised bunkers they had found, aiming at the Japanese soldiers who were overstepping the various obstacles created by their artillery fire and charging upward.

At this time, the small hill where Wang Xiaoming was located had already been blown beyond recognition by the fierce artillery fire of the Japanese army. The relatively dense vegetation on the mountain had already been swept away by Japanese artillery fire. The mountains are full of blown trees and craters, and it's easy to find a one-man bunker.

One hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters, watching the Japanese troops rushing up again getting closer and closer, after shouting, the rifle in Wang Xiaoming's hand was the first to fire. After quickly running out the last magazine in his hand, Wang Xiaoming pulled out the last grenade, pulled out the safe, and threw it after smashing it hard against a stone in front of him. After running out of ammunition, Wang Xiaoming was the first to stand up with a rifle and was about to rush out.

Before he could rush out of the crater that was used as a temporary cover with his gun, a strange whooshing sound suddenly came from behind him. With this strange whooshing sound, a dense and violent explosion was heard from the Japanese position.

The flanks of the Japanese troops, who were charging and struggling to climb the mountain, also heard dense gunfire. The Japanese troops who were charging up the hill were swept away by the dense machine-gun fire that suddenly appeared on the flank, and the remaining Japanese troops did not dare to fight, so they rolled down the hill with a roll.

Looking at the dense explosions on the Japanese position at the foot of the mountain, as well as the dense machine-gun fire that suddenly appeared in the direction of his flank, Wang Xiaoming knew that reinforcements had arrived. After fighting fiercely for a long time and a whole night, Wang Xiaoming could no longer support his tired body, and his mood was suddenly relaxed, and he sat on the edge of the crater and couldn't get up anymore.

It wasn't until he saw the two familiar faces in the group of people coming up from the foot of the mountain that Wang Xiaoming reluctantly used the rifle in his hand as support and stood up.

Looking at Wang Xiaoming, who staggered and barely stood up and wanted to salute himself, Yang Zhen stepped forward in a few steps, grabbed him, and stopped him from saluting. Instead, he stood in front of him and his remaining thirty or so stragglers, and gave a standard military salute: "I thank you on behalf of the headquarters." It is your efforts and sacrifices that have enabled us to achieve a decisive victory that will allow us to gain a firm foothold in the Sanjiang region. ”

After that, Yang Zhen patted Wang Xiaoming's shoulder and said, "Xiaoming, I heard Guangyu say about you, it's good, it's good." I didn't misread you. This battle was wonderful, so exciting. ”

Regarding Yang Zhen's heartfelt appreciation in his words, Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said: "Commander, there is nothing to commend for these. Now we still have a small force of more than 100 people, which is blocking a Japanese brigade that is clearing us in the rear of the Japanese flank. They were all rescued prisoners of war, weak and without much ammunition. ”

"I had heard the gunfire from their direction going east, and I thought they must have diverted the Japanese brigade in order to relieve our pressure. They were led by a battalion administrator of the 18th Group Army in Guannai, who was also a prisoner of war. Commander, I beg you to send troops to meet them. ”

Hearing his request, Yang Zhen smiled and said, "They have already returned." That person may not be as good as you in this kind of positional warfare, but the guerrilla tactics like this in which the enemy advances and we retreat are better than yours. With the more than a hundred men, he led the Japanese brigade that was pursuing them to the swamp to the west. Although he didn't know that it was a swamp over there, the guard squad you left for Wang Guangyu knew it. ”

"He is a veteran of the Long March who has climbed snow-capped mountains and walked through grasslands, and he has experience in how to cross swamps, and he knows that it is okay to walk on grass. The people he had brought with him, in his experience, had walked out largely intact, except for some over-fatigue.

"But the Japanese brigade that pursued them was much more unlucky, and the whole brigade was trapped in the endless swamp over there, and it was estimated that it would not be able to get out. Their losses are much smaller than yours. Go down and have a good rest, and you'll see them when you get to the rest camp. ”

After that, Yang Zhen waved his hand and said to Zhang Ting beside him: "Director Zhang, you take them all back to Xingshan Fortress and check their bodies well." The carriage was waiting at the bottom of the hill. ”

Hearing that Yang Zhen's tone was a little commensurate with his position, Zhang Ting's little face was gloomy for a while. Nodding silently, he didn't speak, and walked out of the position where they had paid a heavy price with a caretaker and these exhausted people.

watched Wang Xiaoming's back disappear on the mountain road after he staggered down the mountain road with Zhang Ting's support. Yang Zhen turned his head, raised his binoculars, and turned his gaze to the battlefield below the mountain.

Yang Zhen, who was already without soldiers at hand, opened up this time not so much as a rescue as a bluff. In addition to artillery fire, he did not commit large forces to counterattack. In fact, he had no troops to invest in other than a new recruit of just over 2,000 who had not yet completed his training.

He didn't want to put the remaining 2,000 or so recruits of the replenishment regiment into this flesh mill at best. For the Japanese army, which still had a multi-company force, he knew that even if he put all the more than 2,000 troops into it, it would be useless.

In order to frighten these Japanese troops, Yang Zhen concentrated all his artillery fire. In addition to the field artillery battalion that was carried, even the rocket artillery battalion that had just been formed was still in the nature of a real yàn, as well as a small number of rockets, all of them were brought.

Rather, this rocket artillery battalion, which had only six 12-barreled 107-millimeter rocket launchers and not many shells, only more than 200 rounds of rocket artillery produced by overtime, brought a shock to the Japanese army in the battle, which was obviously greater than that field artillery battalion with plenty of shells.

This cannonade is inaudible, except for the whoosh of the sky. It wasn't until the shell exploded on your head and around you that you noticed that it made a strange sound, and a long flame dragged behind your buttocks, until it hit your head, and you realized that it was also a powerful new weapon, which obviously frightened the officers and men of the 104th Division.

The casualties caused by the 104th Division, which had assembled on the highway and had become the best target for such a relatively large dispersion weapon, were far greater than those of the First Division, which was the first to eat crabs.

Artillery positions and infantry assembly areas suffered heavy losses under the bombardment of 200 rockets. Few of the many brigades assembled on the road survived, except for a stump and severed arm.

In the face of the reinforcements from the opponent and the powerful new weapon that inflicted huge casualties on him, Major General Nishiyama Fukutaro, who was looking at a submachine gun that had been smashed by the defenders, did not show any due anger. He knew that they had already lost this battle, and it could be said that the loss was inexplicable and inexplicable.

First of all, in the direction of the 108th Wing on the side of Guanmenzuizi Mountain, the gunfire has completely ended. The team that was then sent out to clean up the damned rats has also lost contact. The 104th Division, which suffered heavy casualties under the artillery fire and whose morale had fallen to the extreme, had lost a chance to win in the face of the opponent's new reinforcements with a large number of new weapons.

He didn't want to stay even a minute longer in the weird mountains of Beiman. Retreating, leaving here as far away as possible, became not only him, but also all the officers and soldiers of the 104th Division who survived the strange shelling, and the only thought.

After handing over the deformed submachine gun that had been smashed in his hand to his side, he was dazed when he heard the retreat order issued by himself, and almost didn't believe the 170 Wing Captain Koga Ryutaro Osa, Nishiyama Fukutaro said slowly: "The gunfire on the side of Guanmenzuizi Mountain has stopped, and it is not the 108th Wing that greets us, but the new reinforcements from the opponent." This result has clearly told us that the 108th Wing is finished. ”

"It has been less than 20 hours since the 108th Wing made official contact with the enemy defenders at 2 p.m. yesterday. A reorganized division that could defeat the Chinese army, or even an integrated wing of 3,000 troops, was wiped out in less than twenty hours, nay, only eighteen hours. This can only show that the combat effectiveness of the opponent, compared with the Chinese army, is at least above the middle and upper levels. ”

"And we still don't know how many troops the opponent has and what weapons and equipment they have. I don't even know how the 108th Wing was eaten. How can such a battle be fought? ”

"The Imperial Army has always been known for its accurate intelligence, but this time, apart from knowing that the opponent has at least one brigade of 150mm heavy howitzers and a full set of Japanese-style equipment, the others are at a loss."

"But Koga-kun, you are from the Imperial Army Non-commissioned Officer School, and this powerful artillery that just smashed on our heads is the power of the 150mm howitzer that the Imperial Army is equipped with? And the simple but powerful firearm you have in your hand, which the Imperial Army doesn't have. ”

This only shows that they either have a lot of support from the Soviet Union behind them, or they already have an arsenal that can produce new weapons. I don't know how much the Kwantung Army has lost in the past two years, and how big this army is now. ”

"But I only know that this army will be the most troublesome army for the Kwantung Army. He would be the deadliest threat to the Kwantung Army's rule in Manchuria. For such an army that was well-organized, had an extremely strong desire to fight, and whose weapons and equipment could even be described as excellent, the Kwantung Army was too careless. ”

"We have done our best so far, and the morale and morale of the army have fallen to the bottom. Now that the opponent's reinforcements have arrived, the outcome is difficult to predict. The 104th Division has already decided to return to China next year for recovery. Now that the military has decided to send us home, we don't want to make unnecessary sacrifices. ”