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Chapter 718: Forced into a desperate situation, a desperate fight

It was a dark night with stars shining brightly. A figure was sitting on a wooden stake at the entrance of the camp, leaning against the fence, his head dozing off.

"Why did you fall asleep here?" A familiar voice woke up the woman sitting on the wooden stake.

"Brother Zhong, you're finally back." Xiaozui opened his sleepy eyes, and when he saw it was Wang Zhong, he immediately stood up and rushed over to him.

Wang Zhong reached out and patted the girl on the back, then he comforted her softly, "Okay! You don't have to worry about others seeing it."

Xiaozui's pretty face turned red, and she quickly let go of Wang Zhong. Looking at the huge backpack wrapped in oilcloth on Wang Zhong's back, she asked hurriedly, "Did you get the medicine?"

"Got it!" Wang Zhong weighed the backpack on his back and said, "Hurry up, go give the medicine to the seriously injured soldiers first."

"Ok!"

Xiaozui knew what was of primary importance, so he nodded immediately and followed Wang Zhong back to the wounded's tent. He methodically injected anti-inflammatory drugs into the seriously injured soldiers one after another. As for whether they could survive, it depended on their own luck.

After this battle, the guerrillas became famous on the west coast. Young people came everywhere to ask about the guerrillas and wanted to join them like a swarm of fish.

Wang Zhong accepted everyone who came and in less than ten days he had assembled a team of more than 300 people, enough to form a battalion of soldiers, and they were all young and strong.

After training this battalion of troops for more than a month, Wang Zhong led them to fight guerrilla warfare again, and also developed a number of spies in the nearby areas.

With the help of these people, the guerrillas' sources of information suddenly became wider, and the guerrillas would receive the news at the first time as soon as the Japanese army made the slightest movement.

After the Japanese army's supply supply was consumed several times in succession, the west coast became panic-stricken and every tree and grass seemed to be an enemy.

More than a month passed, and Wang Zhong's one battalion became two battalions, and the number of troops under his command exceeded 700.

As the number of people increased, it became inconvenient to move around, so Wang Zhong simply assigned the veterans to companies and platoons, letting them split up into smaller units to continue guerrilla warfare on the west coast, gather the expeditionary forces that were abandoned in Burma, and clear out the Japanese scouts stationed in the mountains and forests.

Wang Zhong led the guard company and kept a close eye on the supply line of Nantianmen, biting it every time and cutting off any supplies sent to Nantianmen.

It has been four months since the Battle of Heshun.

The Japanese troops at Nantianmen had already run out of food.

"General, if we continue like this, we will be defeated before the Chinese army can even attack us." The staff officer said anxiously in Takeuchi Renzan's headquarters on the Nantianmen.

Takeuchi Lianshan's lips were a little pale, which was caused by long-term malnutrition. His face was as gloomy as water and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Where are the airdropped supplies?" Takeuchi asked, "Hasn't it arrived yet?"

"Ever since our transport plane was shot down by a US military plane, the airport has not sent any more planes." The staff officer said helplessly.

In fact, there was no food on Nantianmen more than a month ago. It was Takeuchi Renzan who sent a telegram to the rear for help, and the airport sent planes to airdrop supplies for several days in a row, which allowed Takeuchi Renzan and his squadron to hold on until now.

But since a month ago, American planes, which had been paying attention to the movements of Japanese aircraft for who knows how long, suddenly attacked and shot down two Japanese transport planes that were dropping supplies. The Japanese airport immediately dispatched fighter jets to support them, and a fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the air. In the end, the Japanese army lost two transport planes and three fighter jets, and the US army lost two fighter jets. The Japanese army was driven out of the Nantianmen airspace.

"Baga!" Takeuchi Renzan shouted, his face full of anger.

"General!" the staff officer said, "If it doesn't work, let's retreat!"

"Bakayarro!" Takeuchi Lianshan glared at the staff officer: "Master, the soldiers of our empire will only die on the way to charge, and will never retreat."

"But we have run out of food and supplies." "Bakayarō!" Takeuchi yelled again and slapped the staff officer in the face, sending him flying.

"Pass on my order. Light a fire and cook. Make sure the soldiers are well fed and well watered. Get ready for battle. Launch the attack at dawn tomorrow."

"General..." The staff officer wanted to persuade him again, but he could not shake Takeuchi Renzan's determination at all.

In the early morning of the next day, before daybreak, the river was shrouded in thick fog. Rafts were pushed into the water. Fully armed Japanese troops had already gathered on the shore and boarded the rafts one after another.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Rapid artillery fire and explosions rang out one after another in the Kuomintang positions shrouded in fog. The Kuomintang army, which had no time to react, was caught off guard by the sudden artillery fire. Fortunately, both the Yu Division and the Sichuan Army are no longer the group of recruits who knew nothing in the past.

After suffering very few casualties, all the soldiers on the position entered the anti-artillery trenches.

"Damn it, must these Japanese devils have taken the wrong medicine today? They're firing cannons so early in the morning!" Meng complained angrily.

Long Wenjian shouted loudly: "The Japs are not taking the wrong medicine, they are about to launch an attack."

"Attack?" Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, then said: "You must have taken the wrong medicine. They have attacked so many times, but not once was successful." Meng Fan said disdainfully.

Long Wenjian said, "This time it's different."

"What's the difference?" Meng Fan was puzzled.

Long Wenjian did not explain. Instead, he took out a pancake from his arms, listened to the continuous explosions coming one after another, and started eating with a smile on his face.

It seemed as if the Japanese attack was not a bad thing for him, but a great joy.

Meng Fanle just stared at Long Wenjian as he ate the whole pancake bite by bite. After finishing, he drank two sips of water, then rubbed his slightly full stomach and said with a look of enjoyment, "Comfortable."

Raising his hand to wipe the water stains from the corners of his mouth, he picked up the Lee Enfield rifle beside him, and listened to the still dense artillery fire around his ears. However, Long Wenjian was already ready to rush out of the pit and join the battle.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get ready for a fight!" Seeing Meng Fan looking at him, Long Wenjian hurriedly called out to him.

Meng Fan shuddered and subconsciously grabbed the gun beside him.

At the same time, on the west bank, in a forest several miles away from Nantianmen, the sound of artillery fire suddenly rang out, immediately alarming the hidden stakes buried by Wang Zhong there.

"What's wrong? Did you see it clearly?"

General Li Hu asked.

Bu La put down the telescope in his hand and said unhappily, "It's hard to see clearly. There's thick fog everywhere."

"What should we do now?" Li Hu asked Bula.

Bu La hesitated for a moment and said, "We will stay and keep an eye on them. You go back and inform the captain that the Japanese army is likely to launch another attack on the east coast."

"Yes!"

"I'm going right now!"

As a hunter, Li Hu's marksmanship was average, but his legs and feet were very nimble. After receiving Bu La's order, he immediately ran towards the temporary camp.