my bright sword career

Chapter 398

Faced with the Eighth Route Army's style of close-to-hand combat, the 31st Division is obviously not used to it, especially when the Eighth Route Army of the two regiments and the 58th Infantry Regiment (a typo in the previous chapter, it was written as the 38th Infantry Regiment, which has been revised) ) after close contact, the 58th Wing suddenly felt pressure doubled, and the first and second brigades in front lost more than 300 people in less than an hour.

Don't underestimate this number. You must know that this is already one-tenth of the strength of the entire infantry regiment. If the battle continues at this rate, the 58th regiment will have to be wiped out before tomorrow morning.

The captain of the alliance, Osa Inage, asked him to call for support without hesitation, and soon the 58th regiment, which was less than ten miles behind the 138th regiment, also caught up after hearing the news. The Eighth Route Army that was attacking them all withdrew at the same time, and the speed was so fast that even the Japanese army was surprised.

"Inago-kun, where did the Chinese army you mentioned go?"

The 138th Regiment's Fukuzawa Sada and Commander put one hand on his hip and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his forehead with the other hand. The forced march just now really made him a bit overwhelmed. It is also very difficult to run ten miles in one breath.

"Those Chinese people have retreated." Inao Rang said with a helpless smile.

"Retreat?" Fukuzawa Jokazu was stunned for a while, and then laughed loudly: "These Tubalu are really cowardly, why did they run away after fighting for a while?"

"They are not as cowardly as mice. Their attack just now cost us more than 300 warriors!" Seeing that Fukuzawa Jokazu actually said that the Eighth Route Army was as cowardly as mice, Ryo Inage couldn't help reminding out of kindness:
"Mr. Fukuzawa, although our division has been teaching with the Third Army these days, we are not too clear about the strength of the Eighth Route Army, but I can see from the battle just now that the Eighth Route Army has an extremely tenacious will to fight. There was a hand-to-hand combat, and their stabbing skills are very good, so don't take it lightly."

"It's just a group of bullies who bully the weak and fear the hard, so you don't have to worry too much." Inage-san's persuasion Fukuzawa Jokazu didn't take it to heart. At this time, his mind was full of how to chase the retreating Chinese army. Kill some people to vent the aggrieved these days.

Of course, even though Fukuzawa Jokazu looked down on Tubalu on the surface, the order he issued was extremely honest, ordering the Japanese army to defend in place and prohibit unauthorized pursuit.

While the Japanese army was guarding everywhere, in a valley less than two miles away from the Japanese army, Li Yunlong and Ding Wei were discussing things.

In the dark night, Ding Wei lowered his voice and said: "Old Li... the two squadrons of the little devils have joined up, and now we can't take advantage of it. I think we should get down to business."

Li Yunlong smacked his mouth, "His grandma, the little devils of the 31st Division are very fast. They can run ten miles in just one hour. This military quality is much better than that of the 37th Division. gone."

Ding Wei nodded and said: "It goes without saying that the 37th Division is a security division at best, and its combat effectiveness can only be regarded as a third-rate division in the Japanese army. It is incomparable with the second-tier divisions like the 31st. The two regiments took more than 300 of them by surprise and the convenience of the night, but we also suffered nearly 200 casualties, which shows the strength of the opponent's combat power."

Li Yunlong didn't take this casualty to heart. He had been fighting for many years. He had already seen it. War is not about embroidery or entertaining guests. : He is already very satisfied with the battle loss ratio of 2.

He glanced at the dark night sky and said with fascination: "Old Ding, do you think we can beat them if we meet the devil's most elite standing division?"

Ding Wei said solemnly: "I don't know if we can win against them, but I'm sure that tonight we will encounter the most elite divisions of the Japanese army such as the Fifth and Sixth. It will increase several times."

After finishing speaking, he patted Li Yunlong on the shoulder again: "Okay, old Li, don't think about such futile things. You should hurry up and take the troops to build the fortifications as soon as possible. The brigade commander gave us a death order. Let's hold on for 48 hours."

Li Yunlong snorted softly, "Who is the brigade commander looking down on? If he also transfers Lao Kong's new second regiment, with our Shanxi Northwest Iron Triangle, we can stop the little devil for at least five days!"

Ding Wei ignored Li Yunlong. Even if their three regiments could block the army of little devils and devils for five days, after five days, there might not be many people left in their three regiments.

As time passed, the fierce battle began again. This time, the Xinyi Regiment and the Independent Regiment serving as the rear guard did not back down. After the intense work of more than 5000 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, several lines of defense had begun to take shape. After coming out, the 58th Regiment and the 138th Regiment stormed for several hours, but the opposing Eighth Route Army's position remained motionless, which also made the two regiment leaders feel ashamed.

"boom!"

The artillery shells around him exploded violently, and the thick smoke and flying dust blocked Zhang Dabiao's sight. The dense smell of gunpowder smoke made him almost out of breath.

Zhang Dabiao, who was squatting in the foxhole, could feel the shock from the ground when the shell exploded, and occasionally the wailing and moaning of wounded soldiers could be heard around him.

This wave of shelling by the Japanese army caught the Eighth Route Army by surprise. Obviously, the Japanese army had learned the lesson of yesterday and did not intend to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Eighth Route Army anymore.

"Brothers... get ready... raise your head, get ready, the little devil is going to rush up to die, Lord Yan, the old man, is waiting impatiently, it's time to give him foreign meat!"

After six or seven rounds of intensive artillery shells, the previous thunderous explosions became less and less. Zhang Dabiao raised his head from the foxhole. Although the artillery shells still exploded around the position from time to time, the smoke still permeated the position. But behind the black and gray gunpowder smoke, he saw a faint shadow, and at the same time, he heard the dense sound of horseshoes.

"No...it's the little devil's cavalry!"

Zhang Dabiao's expression changed slightly. Unlike infantry, cavalry charges were always stormy. Once they couldn't stop the first wave, what awaited them would be a merciless slaughter.

At the back of the first battalion, Li Yunlong's face became very ugly. He could see clearly from behind. Looking at the posture of the Japanese army, these cavalry were at least a regiment.

He couldn't help yelling: "Damn it, the people in charge of the investigation and security yesterday were all dead. When did the little devil's cavalry come up? Why didn't they even notice any movement?"

(End of this chapter)