The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

Chapter 1270 The embarrassing division commander

The little devil who was preparing to continue to reinforce the Dabeipo battlefield was confused.

If there was only a sudden attack by artillery fire, they could disperse and continue to move forward, with the rain of shells above their heads, and reach the Great Northern Slope at a very small cost to meet the emerging troops.

Now there are ten or twenty tanks and armored vehicles in front of the reinforcements.

Let the reinforcements use their own flesh and blood to fight head-on with the steel-wrapped chariots. Isn't that because they think they have a long life and are seeking death?

He looked at the dozens of machine gun flames sprayed out from the tank and listened to the screams that kept ringing in his ears.

Even if the reinforcements are all from the most elite main force of the Kwantung Army, they will be scared.

What's more, they are just a group of supplementary soldiers and heavy baggage troops, and their combat effectiveness and fighting will are far lower than the elite infantry.

Facing the tanks and armored vehicles rushing towards them like murderous gods, feeling the bullets flying around them, and hearing the screams of their comrades constantly ringing in their ears, many Japanese soldiers panicked on the spot, turned around and ran back.

Anyway, the troops that had just escaped from the Eighth Route Army's artillery fire were all blown up. Since the commander was not around, no one would care about him even if he escaped from the battle.

With the little devil taking the lead in escaping, the other little devils will have no burden if they follow.

As a result, among the thousands of Japanese troops who rushed at the front of the team, except for the two or three hundred who were killed and wounded and unable to escape, the remaining six or seven hundred people were all reduced to a rout.

"Rumble..."

The roar of tanks followed on the battlefield. More than a dozen tanks and armored vehicles lined up in a row, spitting out black smoke, like a row of steel behemoths, and quickly ran over the little Japanese who were fleeing for their lives in front of them.

"Dong dong dong..."

The vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun did not stop shooting because the tank started, and continued to spray flames forward.

The bullets shot out chased the little Jaap's troops, penetrated his body from the back of his heart, and then came out from his chest, leaving bloody holes the size of fists.

Wherever the tank went, the ground was full of Japanese corpses that had been beaten into a sieve.

"Rumble..."

The sound of horse hooves followed on the flanks of the battlefield.

Before the little devils who were scattered by the artillery fire had time to react, hundreds of cavalry wielding sabers had already killed them in front of them...

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Japanese division headquarters in Gu'an County.

Lieutenant General Nagata continued to pace back and forth in the room.

The reinforcements have been sent out for almost an hour. Under normal circumstances, they should have reached the Great North Slope defense line and joined forces to attack the Eighth Route Army defending there.

As time passed by, Lieutenant General Nagata became more and more anxious.

According to the agreement, when the reinforcements arrive on the battlefield, they must report the battle situation to the division headquarters. After capturing the Eighth Route Army defense line on the Dabei Slope, they must send a telegram to the division headquarters to report the good news.

The division headquarters did not receive any telegrams regarding reinforcements.

It's so weird.

Could it be that the reinforcements had an accident on their way to Dabei Slope and failed to reach the battlefield in time...

What accident could happen to them?

Lieutenant General Nagata became more and more anxious as he thought about it, and his brows unknowingly wrinkled into a big river.

It has been more than ten minutes since the reinforcements arrived on the Great North Slope on time, and I have not received any telegram.

Lieutenant General Nagata decided to wait another five minutes.

If the reinforcements haven't sent a telegram back yet, I will take the initiative to send them a telegram and ask them what accident happened on the road and why they failed to reach the Great Bei Slope on time to join the battle...

"Your Excellency, Division Commander..."

The long-awaited report from the communications staff finally reached Lieutenant General Nagata's ears. His face lit up, heaved a sigh of relief, and asked expectantly, "Have the reinforcements reached the Great North Slope?"

The communications staff officer did not answer the call immediately. Instead, he stood in front of Lieutenant General Nagata with a look of embarrassment on his face, hesitating and not knowing how to answer.

The chief of staff became anxious and snatched the telegram from his hand.

As a result, within ten seconds of watching, his face darkened, and the original expression of expectation disappeared at this moment, and then he frowned and reported: "Division Commander..."

"The reinforcements were intercepted by the Eighth Route Army one kilometer away from the Great North Slope..."

"The opponent is equipped with a large number of tanks. Not only does a battalion of cavalry launch a surprise attack from the flank of the battlefield, but a regiment of heavy artillery is also assembled to attack them from a long distance..."

"The troops suffered very heavy casualties. The remaining troops are retreating towards the county seat and are no longer able to reinforce the Dabei Slope battlefield..."

"Nani..." Lieutenant General Nagata was so frightened by the bad news that he almost fell to the ground.

Holding the table with both hands, he suppressed the rising anger in his heart, stared at a pair of big red eyes, and asked with disbelief: "Didn't the Eighth Route Army besiege our troops on the Great North Slope? How could we separate them?" Troops to intercept our reinforcements."

"What do the attacking troops do for food?"

"The more than 10,000 elite Kwantung Army troops are no match for even the thousands of Eighth Route Army troops. They can't even hold them back..."

"Is this still the elite of the Kwantung Army trained by us?"

The chief of staff didn't know how to answer the call.

All he knew about the battlefield was the telegram in his hand. Without any other information, he didn't know how to answer it.

The atmosphere in the war room immediately became depressing.

Everyone was very careful about what they were doing, not daring to make any noise for fear of invoking the wrath of the division commander and causing trouble for themselves.

"Jingle Bell……"

The rapid ringing of the phone suddenly broke the atmosphere in the room.

The combat staff officer quickly grabbed the microphone. After stopping for less than half a minute, his face became extremely serious. Then he covered the microphone and reported to Lieutenant General Nagata in a low voice: "Division commander..."

"Report from the garrison in the south of the city..."

"There are Eighth Route Cavalry operating outside the city. They launch a surprise attack on the reinforcements retreating to the county in company units to prevent them from entering the city..."

"Because the battlefield between the two sides was too far away from the city wall, light and heavy machine guns were unable to provide fire support to the returning troops. They requested mortars to be dispatched to disperse the Eighth Route Cavalry and cover the reinforcements entering the city."

Lieutenant General Nagata blurted out the order: "Fire immediately..."

"We have lost enough troops tonight. If we can lose one less in the following military operations, we will lose one less..."

"Rumble..."

At this moment, the explosions of artillery shells scattered in the city suddenly concentrated towards the south of the city.

Dozens of heavy artillery shells smashed together and exploded. Both the lethality and the explosion sound were much greater than those of scattered explosions.

Combined with the news that the Eighth Route Cavalry was intercepting reinforcements outside the south gate, Lieutenant General Nagata had a bad premonition in his mind.

as predicted.

The combat staff member holding the microphone was just about to deliver the division commander's order to the south gate garrison when he put the receiver to his ear. Before he could speak, the serious expression on his face was replaced by solemnity.

Covering the microphone again, he reported to Lieutenant General Nagata: "Division Commander..."

"The fortifications in the south of the city were severely attacked by at least one heavy artillery regiment of the Eighth Route Army. The troops suffered heavy casualties and were unable to continue to receive the retreating reinforcements."

(End of this chapter)