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Chapter 108, the gambler Yoshida Da Zuo 【Subscribe】

"Sure enough, that guy Kazuki Yamamoto hit the mark, Yalu has a big appetite!"

Seven kilometers away, Colonel Yoshida, who was advancing normally with the troops directly under the regiment and the artillery squadron, trembled involuntarily when he heard the earth-shattering explosion.

Needless to say, this is definitely the movement that can only be made by a cannon with a caliber of more than [-] mm.

And definitely not one, at least an artillery regiment.

The telegraph soldier on the side immediately handed over the headset: "Sir, it belongs to Major Murakami of the Third Brigade."

"How's the situation?" Captain Yoshida couldn't wait to ask as soon as he took it over.

Major Murakami's panicked voice came from over there: "It's not good, our army was ambushed by eight groups while chasing the enemy. Their firepower was extremely fierce, and the heavy artillery regiment launched a covering attack on our army. The troops suffered heavy casualties. !"

Emphasizing with two heavy casualties is enough to illustrate the crisis of the situation.

Colonel Yoshida knew very well how powerful a heavy artillery with a caliber of more than [-] millimeters was. A single shell could kill anyone within a radius of [-] meters who lacked cover.

The third infantry brigade was on the way to pursue, which meant that there was no bunker against artillery.

The enemy's artillery fire is a heavy artillery regiment. If 700 people are bombed in one round, 300 people are still alive.

"Hold on, reinforcements will arrive within four to 10 minutes at most. You must stop the enemy for me and wipe out the eight-way heavy artillery unit. Your infantry brigade is the number one hero."

Yoshida Colonel didn't care about the casualties of hundreds of people, he only cared about being able to hold back the enemy and give himself the credit for becoming a major general.

At this time, I still don't forget to draw a big cake to encourage my subordinates to work hard to resist and entangle the enemy.

At that time, Major Murakami had seen the commandos rushing down with machine guns, dividing the team on the road into two sections.

He could no longer take care of his face, and begged with a little cry: "Sir, please help quickly, we are about to fail."

Generally speaking, the Japanese army couldn't stand the battle and asked for reinforcements. They would say it a little more cryptically, called requesting tactical guidance.

They thought it would save them some embarrassment.

At this moment, the face was gone, and the persistent pleading was enough to show the seriousness of the matter.

As a result, Osamu Yoshida became more aware of the seriousness of the front line, and he issued two orders in a row.

"Target Wudaokou Village, spare no effort to march the whole army to reinforce the [-]rd Infantry Battalion."

Under normal circumstances, traveling is called regular marching, four to five kilometers per hour, and thirty to forty kilometers per day, which is the normal way for the army to travel.

There is also a kind of forced march, which requires a daily march of [-] kilometers or more, and a total of [-] hours of continuous march during the day and night.

Urgently rushing to the battlefield for support is generally this type of move.

The fastest is called a quick march, traveling ten kilometers in an hour is absolutely difficult to last for a long time.

For professional long-distance runners, it takes four to 10 minutes to run ten kilometers. The road conditions are better, and there is no need to carry guns and ammunition, and there are no roadblocks.

The Japanese soldiers carried weapons and ammunition weighing twenty to thirty catties on their backs, and had to travel on the uneven dirt road, and they were exhausted just by running.

But at this time, I can't take care of these anymore. The military situation is urgent, and everything has to be compromised.

In addition, Yoshida Osamu immediately contacted the [-]st Infantry Battalion on the left wing and the [-]nd Infantry Battalion on the right wing through the Telegraph Soldiers, and approached the [-]rd Infantry Battalion for reinforcements.

And called the nearest squadron, requesting air support.

"That guy Yamamoto's guess is really accurate, but he never thought of it, I will take this as an opportunity!"

Yoshida Dazuo waved his whip to drive the sitting horse on the way, thinking with some complacency in his heart.

Fishing with a battalion of infantry as bait is definitely a big deal.

Now it seems that the purpose of fishing has been achieved, and the next step is to see how he, as a fisherman, gathers the net skillfully.

"Sir, call back from the airport. Six bombers have already taken off. They must arrive at the battlefield within 10 minutes."

Undoubtedly, the telegraph soldier reported a piece of pleasant news, and Colonel Yoshida had a slight smile on his always serious face.

In the absence of heavy artillery, the aviation unit must be a good helper for the eight-way heavy artillery. When his troops arrive, the eight-way heavy artillery regiment will be difficult to perform.

Immediately afterwards, both infantry brigades sent back calls, and they had already surrounded from the flanks.

After about an hour and a half, it can appear behind the enemy, forming an encirclement circle, so that the enemy has nowhere to hide.

The Chief of Staff, who was following behind on a brown horse, immediately flattered him:
"Your Majesty's fortune is that the heavy artillery regiment of the Eighth Route can't run away now. Not only is it a thorn in the side of our First Army, but even the North China Command is very concerned.

It is more important for our unit to destroy the only heavy artillery regiment of the Eight Route Army than to destroy their main regiments.

At that time, I will respectfully call you general. "

This flattery hit the right place, and Yoshida Osamu was extremely comfortable.His only goal in this life is to make military exploits and become a general who honors his ancestors.

What a credit it is to eliminate the only heavy artillery regiment of the Eighth Route Army!
Being promoted to general is not a dream, but a future that is beckoning to him.

Yoshida Dazuo waved his hand as if responding to the credit at his fingertips, and urged his subordinates who were rushing: "Hurry up, speed up."

Finding the top officer of the regiment beside him, the soldiers who passed by subconsciously quickened their pace.

The rapid march has just gone two miles.

The communicator with the radio on his back caught up again: "Sir, Major Murakami wants to talk to you."

So fast, what happened again?

Mr. Yoshida took the earphone in doubt, only to hear a burst of explosions over there, and no one spoke.

And where they were, nearly six kilometers away from the battlefield, they could clearly hear the sound of the explosion.

"The Eighth Route Heavy Artillery Regiment has shown its strength again. It seems that the Third Infantry Battalion will suffer a lot of losses again." Chief Yoshida thought in his heart.

He was even more eager to know the situation over there: "Hello, Mr. Murakami, are you still there?"

After calling twice in succession, I heard someone reply in panic over there:

"Sir, the Eighth Route launched another bombardment. Your Excellency the Major has died for the country, and the Eighth Route is launching an attack. We only have dozens of people left, and we will be completely unable to withstand it."

"This is the last call, we are going to destroy the station immediately."

Colonel Yoshida was completely stunned, there were 700 people in the [-]rd Infantry Brigade, that is, more than [-] pigs, and the Eight Route Army would have to kill them for an hour!

Why, within ten minutes or so, the commander was killed in battle, and the remaining dozens of people were completely defeated.

Mr. Yoshida couldn't figure it out, this was not the script he wanted.

"Hey, make it clear, bastard..."

There was no response at all, and the station seemed to be destroyed.

Yoshida Osamu's face was as heavy as iron, and he looked at the direction of the battlefield in a daze, without even noticing that the earphone had slipped from his hand.

What kind of enemy is he who completely wiped out one of his brigades in less than 10 minutes?
This has never happened before.

Not to mention an infantry brigade, even a squadron, surrounded and ambushed by heavy troops from the eight routes, can still carry it for several hours relying on the terrain and the powerful equipment in their hands.

No matter how bad it is, it will always work to break through for an hour or two.

Even if the Eighth Route used the heavy artillery regiment, the speed of the defeat was too fast, and it felt like paper.

The Chief of Staff of the Lieutenant Commander at the back saw everything that happened just now, and he carefully reminded: "Your Excellency, the loss of an infantry brigade is not a trivial matter."

more than 700 people, not more than 700 chickens.

Such losses must be reported to the headquarters in Shanxi, and a crime of misconduct is inevitable.

If he didn't even understand how he lost, then the captain of the alliance might be the end of the game.

At that time, as the chief of staff of the wing who provides staff advice, he will also be held accountable.

Colonel Yoshida woke up like a dream, the loss of the Third Battalion was irreversible, and all he could do now was to make up for it.

If the encirclement at this time can destroy the Eighth Route Heavy Artillery Regiment, it will still be a victory.

Doing something is better than doing nothing.

Otherwise, not to mention becoming a general, even the position of the captain of the regiment would have to be given up.

"Quick, quick, quicken my pace."

Deliberately want the infantry unit directly under it to put down their heavy weapons and speed up further.

But if you think about it carefully, the annihilation of the entire army of the Third Infantry Battalion is enough to prove the horror of the enemy's combat effectiveness.

Without heavy weapons, the infantry may be useless if they go.

I can only urge desperately to squeeze the soldiers' physical energy.

For a seven-kilometer journey, it takes 42 minutes for a normal rapid march.

Under Yoshida's desperate urging, half of the troops arrived in 35 minutes. The soldiers were so tired that they were out of breath, and they were so tired that they wanted to lie on the ground.

The remaining half stretched into a long snake formation, dragging for more than a kilometer.

Colonel Yoshida, who had a horse to travel, looked at the road passing across the mountain in the distance, but he didn't let anyone urge the soldiers.

Because there is no point in urging them, the enemy has already left, leaving only corpses covering the entire road.

The blood from more than a thousand corpses gathered on the road to form a small stream, trickling down from the high point of the road from top to bottom,

The middle was filled with small puddles formed by bomb craters one after another, and finally scattered into a pool at the bottom of the hillside, irrigated hundreds of square meters of fields into red.

"God Amaterasu, tell me this is not true..."

The Japanese soldier was stunned by these scenes, and subconsciously calmed down because of his shortness of breath due to running.

What kind of terrifying scene is this?

The warriors of the Great Japanese Empire, those living people, are like slaughtered pigs and sheep, lying on the ground in disarray, occupying all their eyesight.

Suddenly a voice said:
"It's not true, we must be running too fast, we are all dazzled."

Hearing this, the officers, both officers and soldiers, wiped the sweat off their faces with their sleeves and rubbed their eyes with their palms.

How much they hoped it was delusional.

But when they opened their eyes again, the corpses of the Imperial Japanese Army were still scattered all over the road, the bright red blood was so glaring, and the ruthless facts once again shattered their illusions.

An officer who participated in the war and saw the scene of corpses everywhere said sadly and angrily: "Please, don't deceive yourself and others, and face the reality like a samurai!"

The mournful voice spread far away and echoed in the ears of the Japanese army. Many people had to face up to this result.

At the same time, a question came to my mind: "What kind of blow did the Third Infantry Battalion suffer? It was so defeated that the entire army was wiped out."

If this question is not resolved, he will no longer have the will to fight in the army.

After all, no one wants to be confused and follow in the footsteps of the Third Infantry Battalion.

The chief of staff of the wing said: "Judging from the densely packed craters on the road, they must have been covered by the eight-way heavy artillery.

But we don't need to worry too much, because the transportation of heavy artillery is very difficult and it will take some time.

The Eighth Route Army is now shifting and retreating, and we will not be attacked by heavy artillery immediately after catching up.

And when their heavy artillery units were launched, the imperial army's flying team had already arrived, enough to blow up those cannons into scrap copper and iron. "

As soon as his analysis came out, he was immediately endorsed by several knowledgeable officers.

"Your Excellency the Chief of Staff is right. Large-caliber heavy artillery is very heavy and has a strong recoil. It is not easy to find a suitable artillery position."

"That makes sense. The Eighth Route Army must not have expected us to come. Besides, we still have planes, which are enough to check and balance their heavy artillery."

Seeing that the chief said so, the officers and soldiers at the grassroots level felt relieved a lot, and were no longer as frightened as before.

But what to do next?
All eyes are on Yoshida Osamu, will they continue to chase?
"Continue to pursue."

After giving the answer, Colonel Yoshida gave an impassioned speech: "This is an opportunity won by more than 700 comrades from the Third Infantry Battalion.

Chase up and destroy the main force of the Eighth Route Army, destroy their heavy artillery units, and avenge the sacrificed soldiers. "

The chief of staff raised his arms and called out: "Revenge, revenge..."

"Revenge, revenge!!" The following soldiers raised their arms and shouted.

With a yell, the depressed and fearful psychology was covered by the emotion of revenge.

The soldiers became high-spirited again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Order, the first and second infantry brigades, speed up and outflank the enemy's rear."

"The aviation team detects the enemy's situation according to the possible evacuation route of the enemy, and delays the enemy's retreat."

"Send out the vanguard reconnaissance troops, and report back immediately when they find the enemy."

Grand Master Yoshida issued three more orders in one breath, as if he would not give up until he eliminated the enemy.

The chief of staff of the wing reminded: "Your Majesty, this matter should be reported to the headquarters so that the commander can have a comprehensive consideration."

Silent, Yoshida Colonel stared at him, and gave a dead silence as an answer.

"Paper can't cover the flames. If we report late, the guilt will be increased." He is still persuading.

Grand Master Yoshida waved his hand and interrupted him impatiently: "Don't say any more, after I have wiped out the main force of the Eighth Route, it will not be too late to report the two matters together to the commander."

He looked at the subordinates on the highway, stepping on the corpses of fellow soldiers.

Fishing with an infantry brigade is betting on your future.The fish was not caught, and the bait was eaten by the big fish.

His future is gone.

Now, he wants to gamble his life with all his wealth.

A stud kind.

He won the bet and was promoted to General Rong, and everything he does now is far-sighted. He enjoys the admiration and envy of his colleagues, and returns to his hometown to honor his ancestors.

If he lost the bet, he would have no face to go back alive. He would serve the emperor with his death and return home in a box.

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket.

[Also]...after 12 o'clock in the evening.

(End of this chapter)