Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

After the division meeting, the participating commanders conveyed the mobilization order drafted by political commissar D to the troops:
All frontline commanders and fighters:
Although the Battle of Shimen did not achieve the final victory, don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged, the strategic goal of forcing the Japanese army to mobilize and return to aid has been achieved, and now another chance to win a big battle has come.

In front of us is the main force of the 110th Division of the Japanese Army stationed in Shimen. The Japanese invaders fled rashly from the hinterland of the southern Hebei base.

In order to win a big battle, all troops and firepower must be concentrated.

Hit hard!Dash!Forge ahead!

Carry forward the traditional style of our army, fight hard, hard, and desperately, without any hesitation, crush the enemy, surround the enemy, and annihilate the enemy!
Regardless of any fatigue, we must resolutely execute orders, not afraid of marching at night, marching in a hurry, no matter if we have no food or water to drink!

Regardless of the days and nights of fighting!Don't be afraid of difficulties, don't complain!Don't be negligent, walk if you can't move, and catch up with the enemy even if you crawl and roll!Never let the enemy go!
All cadres lead by example, party members play a special role, the enemy must be resolutely destroyed when they resist, and the enemy must be chased and wiped out if they flee. Call for great victories and make contributions to the people!
Wherever there is an enemy, rush there, wherever there is a gunshot, rush there, wherever the enemy is not eliminated, rush there!
The 110th Division was wiped out, and Iinuma Mamoru was captured alive.

The mobilization order is like a trumpet blowing, inspiring the hearts of every soldier, and the long marching army is galloping across the boundless wilderness.

After receiving the order, the regiments quickly marched eastward along both sides of the Shide line.

The soldiers were sweating profusely, their uniforms were covered with white alkali, the soles of their feet were covered with blood blisters, and their eyes were bloodshot.

The team kept advancing, and the soldiers moved their feet mechanically, with only one belief in their minds: "To wipe out the 110th Division, and to capture Mamoru Iinuma alive."

Propaganda team members are active on the side of the road, beating bamboo boards loudly:
To annihilate the little devils, first rely on a rapid march, capture Iinuma Mori alive, and use both feet first.

It is a full 120 kilometers from Shimen to Hengshui. Motou Town, 40 kilometers away from Hengshui, is a transfer station for trains, and it is also the key target of the road-breaking team sent by the Southern Hebei Military Region.

The division headquarters set the battle location at Motou Town. On the one hand, this place has been the focus of the Eighth Route Army’s activities since the Hundred Regiments War. It belongs to the guerrilla area of ​​the Eighth Route Army. There are no heavy troops guarding it. On the other hand, looking around Shimen, the Japanese army's heavy troops are continuously gathering towards Shimen.

At the same time, although the 110th Division could return from Hengshui by train, when passing through Motou Town, due to the interruption of the railway, it could not be repaired in a short time. The 110th Division could only march on foot, which gave the Eighth Route Army a chance to find a fighter.

Whether this battle can be fought well depends on whether our army can block the 110th Division in Motou Town as quickly as possible.

So, everything is suddenly focused on time!
According to the normal marching speed, it is generally 5 kilometers per hour, and even if you march quickly, it will not exceed 7.5 kilometers per hour. This is the standard for the main force of the Eighth Route Army.

However, soldiers of the Eighth Route Army are not hard-working. They need to eat for more than 4 hours to replenish their physical strength, and need to rest for more than ten hours to relieve fatigue.

"Commissioner, a telegram from the division headquarters!" A staff officer hurriedly found Zhou Weihan on a horse.

"Read!" Zhou Weihan said.

"The 110th Division arrived in Hengshui at five o'clock in the afternoon!" said the combat staff officer.

Zhou Weihan glanced at the time, it was 05:30: "The little devil is marching fast enough, take out the map and see where you are now!"

"Yes!" The monk at the side responded, opened the bucket of maps straddling his shoulders, and spread the maps on the ground.

When Zhou Weihan received the telegram from Si Nei Yong, it was after 60 o'clock in the morning that day, and the distance from Nangong in the hinterland of southern Hebei to Hengshui was nearly 110 kilometers. It took only 9 hours for the troops to arrive in Hengshui.

"Communist, we are here. Chang'an Town, north of the Shide Line, is at least 40 kilometers away from Motou Town. Is it too late?" the combat staff officer said.

"Our marching speed is already very fast. In just five hours, we ran nearly 40 kilometers. Even a little devil can't do it!" Zhou Weihan looked at the soldiers passing by, holding on with one breath, It can be seen at a glance that the limit of the body has been reached: "Notify the ministries, stop marching, find a hidden place, and rest for half an hour!"

The correspondent at the side immediately contacted the regiments through the walkie-talkie. There were one regiment, three regiments, a supplementary regiment, an assault regiment, and two artillery regiments marching north of the Shide line. stronghold.

The 22nd Regiment and the Cixian Base Regiment stayed on the west and south lines of Shimen, and were responsible for leading the militia and the people to pretend to be the main force to confuse the Japanese army in Shimen.

The troops participating in the battle this time are all the main regiment, and the commanders and fighters are also experienced veterans. After the order to rest and recuperate, they either stand in place with their hands on their waists, or three or two people lean together, holding dry Dry food, he just stuffed it into his mouth.

"Get up, don't sit down, let's talk about you!" Zhou Weihan saw a little soldier slumped on the ground, and immediately reminded him that the little soldier wanted to get up but couldn't get up, and finally managed to get up slowly with the help of Zhou Weihan. get up.

"What's your name? How old are you?"

"Report to the Communist Party member, my name is Liang Daxi, I am 12 years old this year!" The little soldier was not timid at all when he saw Zhou Weihan, but replied forcefully.

"I don't think you are very old. How did you get into the combat troops at the age of 12? Who opened the back door for you?" Zhou Weihan's face changed. There are many children in the Eighth Route Army troops, but few of them are in the combat troops, especially It is the Tainan Military Region and the Hebei-Shandong-Henan Military Region.

Children before the age of 15 are basically arranged to enter elementary and middle schools run by the army. Even if they stay in the army due to special circumstances, they will not go out to fight with the main force.

Faced with Zhou Weihan's cross-examination, Liang Daxi blushed, hesitating and unable to speak, just when Liang Daxi didn't know how to answer, a [-]-year-old veteran ran over in a hurry.

"Communist, my name is Liang Sanchun. Liang Daxi is my son. There are many children in the family. I really had no choice but to bring him with me. This child is very clever, and now he is my bomber!" Liang Sanchun explained.

Liang Sanchun was originally a member of the East Asian Alliance Autonomous Army. He was captured when he fought against the Third Regiment in Zhangbei. Because he was good at shooting heavy machine guns, he was left in the Third Regiment to continue working as a heavy machine gun shooter. The condition was that he brought his son Liang Daxi.

Zhou Weihan heard the words and said angrily: "Nonsense, you are such a father!"

Liang Sanchun was an honest man, and he kept rubbing his hands on his trouser legs: "Isn't there no other way? A half-sized man will eat me to death. If he can stay in the army and eat enough, there is a way to survive!"

"Okay!" Zhou Weihan waved his hand. He originally wanted the monk to bring his war horse over, but on second thought, leaving Liang Daxi in the combat troops, especially the deadly job of serving as a heavy machine gun bomber, maybe when He lost his life.

"I happen to be short of an orderly by my side, let Liang Daxi follow me!" Zhou Weihan said.

Liang Sanchun was taken aback when he heard this, and after realizing it, his face was ecstatic: "That's a good relationship! Why are you still standing there, hurry up, thank you Communist!"

Zhou Weihan watched Liang Sanchun pull his son aside and instructed him, he didn't know what was going on, thinking of Zhou Tainan's arrival, he thought to himself, there is no father who doesn't love his child.

After a short rest, the troops began to march here, but the marching speed was obviously not as fast as before. The conditions of the regiments led by Zhou Weihan were not bad.

The 385th Brigade and the New [-]th Brigade of the Taibei Military Region have been launching raids on the Japanese railway line since the start of the sweep. After several days and nights of fierce fighting, they launched an offensive on Shimen, and the physical strength of the soldiers generally declined.

The story is divided into two parts. After the main force of the 110th Division retreated, the three regiments of the Luxi Military Region marched directly from Nangong to the northwest, intending to cut off the railway line. The regiment launched a pursuit of the 110th Division going north.

At the railway station outside Hengshui City, tens of thousands of Japanese troops from the 110th Division were scattered all over the place. With the sound of a hurried whistle, many little devils reluctantly began to gather.

For the little devils of the 110th Division, this sweep against the Eighth Route Army's Southern Hebei base was not a good experience. They moved to many places, and none of them achieved good results. Under the offensive, it is in jeopardy.

"Your Excellency, during this period of time, the Eighth Route Army's road-breaking team on the Shide Railway stationed by our troops has been haunting from time to time. With the strength of our troops, we can only maintain the law and order fifty miles west of Hengshui. As for the railway station in Motou Town, two days ago We have already lost contact, our troops are not strong enough, and we dare not send troops to attack at will, please forgive me!" The top Japanese army officer stationed in Hengshui said cautiously.

When Iinuma Mamoru heard this, he immediately became angry from the heart, but immediately realized that Motou Town was the defense zone of his 110th Division, and finally swallowed back the words.

"You have done a good job!" Mamoru Iinuma patted the shoulder of the little devil officer on the opposite side and said, "Taking the train can effectively shorten the time for our troops to return to Shimen. Which Eighth Route Army unit is occupying Motou Town, our 110th Division will definitely destroy them!"

"Your Excellency, Commander, Shimen called back. The Eighth Route Army outside the city is still doing soil work. According to the current progress, it will take at least midnight to get close to Neishigou!" .

"Yoxi, inform the defenders that they must stick to Neishigou. The main force of the division will arrive at Shimen at dawn!" Iinuma Mori said with a grin, as if he had seen the end of the Eighth Route Army.

The time came to around 110:[-] in the evening. Following Mamoru Iinuma's order, in addition to the cavalry regiment, the little devils of the [-]th Division boarded an extended train in an orderly manner under the restraint of their respective commanders.

The elongated military column, with steaming steam coming from the front, seems to be trying its best to chase the afterglow of the setting sun, carrying this group of little devils who are eager to return to the road of death.

Because it was an extended military train and there were too many people on board, the train traveled for a full hour and a half before arriving at the westernmost side of the Japanese defense zone in Hengshui.

The Japanese army in the stronghold along the way received the news early, and stood on the top floor of the stronghold early, holding a red signal light, signaling to the train crew to stop the train.

After hearing about the train, the adjutant said: "Division Commander, we should be at the point where the railway was destroyed by the Eighth Route Army. Our troops can only march back to Shimen on foot!"

"En!" Mamoru Iinuma nodded upon hearing the words, and all these situations were expected: "Has the cavalry regiment ever followed?"

"The speed of war horses is far inferior to that of trains. I'm afraid the cavalry regiment is still some distance away from here!" the adjutant replied.

While talking, Iinuma got off the train surrounded by a group of little devils and officers. The little devils in the stronghold had already been guarding near the train and immediately came up to meet him.

"Soldier, let me ask you, how far is this place from Motou Town!"

"Report to the general, this time it is about [-] miles away from Motou Town. If the imperial army marches on foot, it will take at least two hours!"

Iinuma watched the pitch-black night, and the endless plain looked a little weird this time. Marching at night, especially in areas where the Eighth Route Army was infested, was a taboo for military strategists, but because he was eager to return to Shimen, Iinuma finally ordered : "Pass my order, the 133rd Infantry Brigade, together with the 110th Infantry Regiment and the 163rd Infantry Regiment, will serve as the vanguard, with the division headquarters, field hospital, and logistics regiment in the middle, and the 140th Infantry Regiment will be in charge of the rear!"

"All warriors of the imperial army must speed up their march and arrive at Shimen tomorrow morning!"

"Hi!" Many little devil officers from the 110th Division responded.

Whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Japanese Army, both the enemy and the enemy are fighting for time, but right now, the Eighth Route Army is in the dark, and the Japanese army is in the open. The Eighth Route Army has already learned about the retreat of the 110th Division in advance, but the little devils of the 110th Division have no idea The Eighth Route Army is encircling it.

The tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers in the 110th Division are really conspicuous, holding torches casually, marching westward like a fire dragon.

"Damn it, I almost broke my leg from running, so hurry up and finally find the trace of the main force of the little devil. Immediately use the walkie-talkie to report the situation to the superior!"

The person who spoke was the company commander of a certain reconnaissance company in the Luxi Military Region. The reconnaissance company was equipped with a horse to open the way ahead.

Although the 110th Division retreated early, but because the three regiments of the Luxi Military Region purposefully marched in a straight line to the northwest, they collided with the little devils who turned to Hengshui.

The main force of the Luxi Military Region, who got the news, immediately notified the Southern Hebei Military Region and the division headquarters of the Japanese troops of the 110th Division, and then accelerated the marching speed again.