Chapter 1 Lin Fan's Decision

Xue Yue called Lin Fan and asked, "Brigade Commander Lin! Are you really willing to go to De'an for another battle?" He wanted to ascertain Lin Fan's true intentions.

Lin Fan immediately replied, "Yes!"

"But you've just shot down so many of the Japanese devils' planes, and you're about to go to Guangzhou!"

"Well, we haven't been scheduled yet, have we? The train hasn't been arranged for us, but the train to De'an is running. A round trip will only take a few days.

Even if we are scheduled here, the Special Operations Brigade can take the train directly from De'an," Lin Fan explained.

"Good!" Xue Yue put down the phone. If possible, he was unwilling to let the Special Operations Brigade go so easily.

But he couldn't disobey the orders from above! It would certainly be a good thing if the Special Operations Brigade could rush out and give the Japanese devils a profound lesson before going to Guangzhou.

After hanging up the phone, Xue Yue immediately ordered, "Order the Special Operations Brigade to set off for De'an and attack the Hata Detachment and the Japanese 101st Division. Print multiple copies of this order, stamp them all with the headquarters seal, and post them outside the Special Operations Brigade's barracks, next to their announcements."

Providing the Special Operations Brigade with pork alone, a better treatment than even his own guards received, had caused quite a few teams in the Second War Area to have opinions.

This time, Xue Yue wanted all the teams under his command to see: the reason why they ate meat while you eat grass is because they earned it.

In fact, although the number of teams participating in the air battle that the Special Operations Brigade had just finished was not large, the number of teams that saw it was very large.

This was because Xiushui had now become a rest and reorganization place for many of the National Army's teams. Although they hadn't formed continuous camps as if camouflaged, somewhat exposing themselves to the Japanese devils' reconnaissance and observation, they were in the mountains and forests around Xiushui County.

These teams all saw the Japanese devils' planes flying over like dark clouds, and then falling like raindrops. There were also the National Army wounded in Xiushui Hospital, with people from various teams among them, and they also witnessed the entire scene of the Special Operations Brigade shooting down enemy planes.

With this live broadcast-like display of fighting the Japanese devils' planes, not a single soldier in the Second War Area dared to bring up the Special Operations Brigade eating pork anymore: being able to eat meat is their skill.

If the bonus were given according to the Flying Tigers' standards that the National Army recruited, Wuhan would have to issue tens of thousands of US dollars in bonuses just for today's battle. This is because the Flying Tigers' pilots recruited by the National Army received six hundred US dollars per month and a bonus of five hundred US dollars for each Japanese plane shot down.

What was the purchasing power of the US dollar at this time? It took thirteen hundred US dollars to buy a car. According to today's standards, shooting down a Japanese plane would be worth at least the purchasing power of fifty thousand US dollars now.

Today, the Special Operations Brigade shot down four bomber groups and one fighter squadron of the Japanese devils, a full one hundred and fifty Japanese planes.

Lin Fan obviously had no thoughts about the bonus. He was long accustomed to the National Army's double standards. Chiang Kai-shek would not give the Special Operations Brigade any rewards.

However, Lin Fan wasn't fighting the War of Resistance for Chiang Kai-shek; he was fighting for his nation, for himself.

Having just finished the air battle, Lin Fan had already issued the order to go to De'an: the entire brigade would immediately assemble and prepare to depart for De'an.

For the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade, fighting the Japanese devils never depended on the day. They had been resting in the rear for two days and were already extremely eager for action. Rather than resting in the rear, listening to the news of the Fourth War Area's defeat coming from the direction of Guangzhou, and being powerless to do anything about it,

it was better to go to the front line to fight the Japanese devils! Upon receiving the order, all the soldiers in the brigade were excited.

This time, the three thousand people who provided support to the Special Operations Brigade were the same as last time. Xue Yue had already understood the Special Operations Brigade's routine: they captured too much in battle, so sending more people to clean up the battlefield was the right thing to do.

The National Army's level of cleaning up the battlefield after each battle with the Japanese devils couldn't even compare to the Special Operations Brigade's toes. Take the Battle of Wanjialing as an example. The National Army killed a total of over ten thousand, nearly twenty thousand Japanese devils, but the weapons and ammunition captured were less than one-tenth of what the Special Operations Brigade captured.

Within an hour of receiving the order, the Special Operations Brigade was already on a special train to De'an. This made the National Army officers and soldiers who had just been admiring the Special Operations Brigade for shooting down so many Japanese devils' planes feel even more ashamed.

Many of them had argued with the officers and soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade before, originally planning to apologize after the officers and soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade had finished the cleanup work.

The commanders of the various units in the Second War Area along this line were all preparing to invite Lin Fan to a banquet to celebrate the victory in this battle. The celebration banquet had just been proposed, but the protagonist had already gone to De'an.

"Is the Special Operations Brigade really specially made for fighting? They've only been back from the front line for two days, and now they're back on the front line again." Many army commanders and division commanders in the Second War Area were complaining about the Special Operations Brigade's treatment.

Before the air battle, they were angry that the Second War Area was biased, only providing the Special Operations Brigade with daily pork rations. Now, they were angry that the Second War Area was using one team to death.

Anyway, the fault was all with the Second War Area Headquarters. Xue Yue listened to the protest calls from his officers and sneered, "They took the initiative to go. They said they were going to Guangzhou soon and wanted to stay here for a minute and fight for sixty seconds."

This was embarrassing! Among these teams, apart from the Special Operations Brigade, there really wasn't a single team that dared to be so arrogant as to take the initiative to attack the Japanese devils.

Commander-in-Chief Okamura Neiji had made a great determination this time and spent a lot of effort to send out all the bomber squadrons that could be dispatched from the entire Jiujiang Airport.

The purpose of doing this was to avenge the 106th Division. In reality, it didn't have much sympathy for the fate of the infantry 106th Division. On the contrary, it was secretly resentful of Lieutenant General Matsuura, thinking that he had wasted his ingenious plan.

But Okamura Neiji couldn't say these words now: within the entire Japanese devil army, whoever was injured the most was the most reasonable. The 106th Division had suffered the greatest blow in history, and even the division commander almost committed suicide.

In the eyes of those Japanese devils who didn't know the truth, they were saving money and food, working like cows and horses every day, but the front line was fighting like this, which was unforgivable.

Therefore, Okamura Neiji was now eager to give an explanation to those Japanese devils in the mainland. More than a hundred planes had flown out, and almost two hours had passed, without even a word of news.

A bad feeling flashed through Commander Okamura Neiji's heart. He personally called Jiujiang Airport and asked, "Have the planes that bombed Xiushui returned?"

"No! Not a single plane has returned."

"Has any news been sent back?"

"No! Not a single message has been sent back!"

"Baga! You fools! In this situation, you don't report it or take the initiative to send out reconnaissance planes to investigate! Investigate immediately! Report any situation immediately!"

"Hai! Hai!"

The Japanese devils at Jiujiang Airport had actually already determined in their hearts that the four bomber groups they had sent out had all been destroyed. However, these Japanese devils didn't dare to report it. They knew that these planes had only been at Jiujiang Airport for seven days. If they reported it like this, wouldn't Commander Okamura Neiji be furious?

Now that the commander had personally called to ask and personally instructed them to send out reconnaissance planes to check the situation, they would do it immediately.

A reconnaissance plane soared into the sky. Captain Kohei Kawauchi, who had performed this mission last time, could no longer return. This time, the mission was being performed by Captain Taisei Fukami.

There was no choice. Although he was a hundred times unwilling, the entire airport couldn't find a veteran familiar with the route. He could only reluctantly set off.

Flying along the railway line, Captain Taisei Fukami flew his reconnaissance plane at an altitude of seven thousand meters. The railway on the ground looked like a line extending into the distance.

In order to find out the fate of those Japanese planes as soon as possible, Captain Taisei Fukami didn't stop at all, maintaining the fastest speed all the way to the skies above Xiushui.

Once he arrived here, he had to descend a little to make it easier for the reconnaissance plane to take pictures of the ground and also to make it easier for him to visually observe.

The earth was very large, and the Japanese planes were very small. Although more than a hundred planes had been destroyed here, more than an hour had passed. The small mountain fires caused by the plane crashes had been extinguished, and now even the smoke had dissipated with the wind.

Captain Taisei Fukami finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw the National Army camps on the ground that were still intact, his heart rose again.

Since the four bomber groups hadn't launched a bombing raid on the National Army's camps, where had they gone?

In order to find those missing bomber groups, Captain Taisei Fukami expanded the search range around Xiushui, but in the end, he could only return without success.

When he returned to Jiujiang Airport, he reported that he hadn't found anything and also reported that there were no signs of bombing at all at the National Army camp in Xiushui.

He left the rest of the matter to the other Japanese devils to take care of! The film from the reconnaissance plane was immediately taken to be developed, and the enlarged photos were sent by special car to the headquarters of the 11th Army Group.

Commander Okamura Neiji was a meticulous commander. Last time, he was able to find a mistake in the Second War Area's defense line from the photos taken by the reconnaissance plane.

Today, he was also able to find some clues about a Japanese plane from hundreds of photos. When he saw a photo: it was the side of a mountain peak.

It was clear from the photo that there had been a small mountain fire here, with a burnt area of several hundred square meters, and many trees in the center were broken.

Commander Okamura Neiji's heart ached. He understood: a plane had crashed here. After finding the first plane, his staff quickly reported according to this standard: a plane was found here, a plane was found here.

These staff members were excited because they had found the planes. Every time they found a plane, Commander Okamura Neiji's heart was stabbed.

Even so, these Japanese devils, excluding some places with completely identical terrain, only found thirty-six places suspected of being plane crashes in the end.

Four bomber groups, and only one group had been found. What about the other three groups? The Japanese devils could no longer find any suspicious locations.

However, they did discover many National Army camps in these mountains and forests, and these camps were clearly different from those placed out in the open.

Commander Okamura Neiji suppressed the displeasure in his heart and ordered, "Contact our sympathizers within the National Army and ask what the Second War Area's battle report is today?"

He had people within the National Army, and they were even in the high ranks of the National Army. His orders were immediately executed, and an hour later, there was a reply: The Second War Area set up continuous camps in the Xiushui area today to lure enemy planes to bomb them, shooting down more than one hundred and forty enemy planes.

The other party also included a message: this news would be in the newspapers tomorrow, and the Second War Area would also send the wreckage of the planes back to Wuhan to display, in order to boost morale.

This was the inspiration Xue Yue had gotten from the Special Operations Brigade cleaning up the battlefield: since they had picked up the plane wreckage, of course, they had to send it back to the rear to be recycled, and also display it along the way. A thousand words were not as convincing as putting out these wrecks.

Commander Okamura Neiji collapsed as soon as he got the message: My planes! My planes!

These planes had just been sent over from the mainland, because when their country was focused on the 106th Division, they were urgently dispatched to strengthen the air force.

To have him use them up in just one battle, what would the country think?

While Commander Okamura Neiji was vomiting blood at the Jiujiang Headquarters, the Special Operations Brigade had already arrived at De'an. This time, they came to De'an purely to attack and fight the Japanese devils, not to take over the defense.

Regarding this point, the Second War Area had already made it very clear to the team defending here. Lin Fan listened to the introduction and decided to attack the Japanese devils in the direction of Mahui Ridge first, because the Special Operations Brigade was familiar with the terrain here.

The timing was the same for both sides. The Special Operations Brigade was familiar with the terrain, first occupying the geographical advantage, and then considering the people. The Special Operations Brigade was united from top to bottom, which no other team could match.

Before preparing to attack, Lin Fan ordered the Second Regiment and the Fifteenth Regiment to each send reconnaissance teams to the directions of Mahui Ridge and Aikou respectively.

The task of the reconnaissance team in the direction of Mahui Ridge was to find the Japanese devils' station and find a route for the main force to advance. The reconnaissance team in the direction of Aikou had the same task, and they also had the task of familiarizing themselves with the terrain.

To familiarize themselves with the terrain, the team that had been defending here for more than three months sent ten guides to each company of the Special Operations Brigade.

They had long known from the 66th Army about the benefits of fighting alongside the Special Operations Brigade, and they also knew that the enemy planes that had flown over De'an two hours ago had all been shot down.

For a team as capable as the Special Operations Brigade, who wouldn't want to send more people in to learn their tactics?

Jing Liquan, the reconnaissance platoon leader of the First Company of the Second Regiment, led his team into the jungle. They had already become familiar with this road when they retreated from Mahui Ridge.

At that time, the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade were dismantling the rails and roadbeds on the railway, and the reconnaissance platoon was wandering around the nearby mountains.

They drew down all the mountains and mountain trails and stored them away. These were the Special Operations Brigade's habits. They had to familiarize themselves with the local environment every time they went to a place.

Now, Jing Liquan led the reconnaissance platoon along Wanjia, Zous's Long, and Huawu Tang all the way to Mahui Ridge. Behind them, several miles away, the main force of the Second Regiment and the Fifteenth Regiment followed.

On this kind of marching road, the eighty-eight-millimeter anti-aircraft gun could only be disassembled into individual parts and carried by mules and horses. Fortunately, the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade were too familiar with this kind of gun. Even if it was disassembled into parts, they could assemble it in fifteen minutes.

Feng Junya smiled and said to Lin Fan, "Brigade Commander! If I had known we were coming back, we should have left a back door open when we dismantled the railway."

Lin Fan also smiled and said, "How could we leave it? If we left a back door open, the Japanese devils would have repaired the railway these days. The Japanese devils' mechanization process is high, and their heavy artillery can be transported by rail.

If their heavy artillery was transported outside De'an City, De'an might have been occupied by the Japanese devils. Now we can only exchange space for time with the Japanese devils."

Feng Junya said with a smile, "We even moved the stones away when we retreated. The Japanese devils' noses must be crooked with anger!"

When he said this, it caused a group of soldiers around him to laugh, and Lin Fan also laughed: "That's what we have to do. If this land wasn't too thick, I would have scraped the ground three feet deep to make it difficult for these Japanese devils to move an inch."

From De'an to Mahui Ridge was thirty miles. At the speed of the Special Operations Brigade's soldiers, they arrived in three hours.

At this time, it was already dark. The Special Operations Brigade, together with the logistics team, nearly ten thousand people, were stationed in Oucun and Yin's house south of Mahui Ridge.

The two regiments sent out five reconnaissance teams to sneak out and observe the situation of the Japanese devils in Mahui Ridge Town. Nothing happened overnight, when the Special Operations Brigade woke up in the morning.

Lin Fan listened to the reports from the five reconnaissance teams. The Special Operations Brigade had already drawn a detailed map of Mahui Ridge. The five reconnaissance platoons observed all night last night and marked the observed situation on the map one by one.

In the dark night, the five reconnaissance teams stood on the mountain and looked at the situation of the torches in Mahui Ridge Town, inferring the Japanese devils' teams and defenses from these situations.

At this time, the Japanese devils were still very stubborn. Even if they were taken prisoner, they were determined to die and would not reveal any information. Furthermore, the Special Operations Brigade never wanted prisoners. The Special Operations Brigade never believed the news obtained from the Japanese devils' mouths.

Lin Fan looked at the positions marked on the map and combined them with the geography of Mahui Ridge. He ordered, "This time, we will not surround Mahui Ridge either. The Second Regiment will attack from the west, and the Fifteenth Regiment will attack from the south, trying to kill as many of the Japanese devils' living forces as possible.

We don't have much time. We'll fight a battle here and leave, and then go to the edge of Poyang Lake to fight the Japanese devils' 101st Division."

With the mission clarified, next, the two rocket artillery companies began to prepare, and the two infantry regiments began to move towards the offensive positions.

The two regiments quietly sneaked up to the Japanese devils' defenses outside Mahui Ridge Town. The offensive team had arrived at its target position, and the two rocket artillery companies began to bombard Mahui Ridge.

After the Japanese devils of the Hata Heavy Branch were crippled by the Special Operations Brigade a few days ago, they did not enter Mahui Ridge Town until three days after the Special Operations Brigade retreated.

At this time, after receiving reinforcements, the entire branch had recovered some of its vitality. In the past few days, the Japanese devils of the Hata Branch had not focused their main energy on attacking De'an.

The first infantry regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Sato, ordered the Akishita Battalion and the fourth Battalion Commander, Hisato Eito, to train their teams well, first train the newly replenished Japanese devils, and then drag them to the battlefield to fight.

Lieutenant Colonel Sato was actually afraid that the two thousand Japanese devils, which he had finally managed to replenish, would be killed again.

The original commander of the second infantry regiment, Takashi Ryo, had been killed. Now, the Japanese devils did not have so many soldiers to replenish. The Hata Heavy Branch Commander only assigned more than a thousand Japanese devils to the second regiment to temporarily restore its structure.

What he was thinking was to completely restore the second infantry regiment after the team he recruited arrived.

As for the mountain artillery regiment of the Hata Branch, too many artillery regiments of the Japanese devils were lost in the Battle of Wanjialing, and the cannons had not yet been supplied, so they had not been restored.

Even so, the Hata Branch still had the first and second medical teams and two transportation teams. These Japanese devils were all stationed in Mahui Ridge, adding up to more than five thousand Japanese devils.

That morning, Lieutenant Colonel Sato still walked out of the command post according to his usual habit to see the training of the Japanese devils under his command in person.

Private First Class Kobayashi Soya was a Japanese devil who had just joined the Hata Branch. He was urgently drafted. When he was drafted, he heard only of the Japanese devils' victories on the front lines.

This made him a little reluctant to leave his hometown, but he heard that joining the Japanese devil army could enjoy supreme glory here, as well as endless treasures and countless beauties.

These made him excited. For these, he came to Jiujiang from thousands of miles away. He was immediately sent to the Hata Branch.

When he entered the Hata Branch, he felt that something was wrong. At that time, the Hata Branch was still hiding in the jungle of Chenjiashan.

At that time, the Hata Branch, from top to bottom, was afraid that the shells of the Special Operations Brigade would suddenly fall. The Japanese devils spoke in low voices, and they did not dare to make a fire during the day, for fear that the National Army soldiers would see the smoke and discover them and bomb them.

This situation was completely out of line with the victory that Private First Class Kobayashi Soya had heard about. It seemed that the team he had joined was like a mouse, only able to hide in dark corners, completely unable to see the light of day.

These newly replenished Japanese devils of theirs were strictly ordered not to talk to the old Japanese devils of the Hata Branch.

This was an order personally issued by the Hata Heavy Branch Commander. The purpose of his order was only one: to prevent the old Japanese devils from telling the truth and scaring the newly replenished Japanese devils.

Kobayashi Soya spent five days like a mouse. At noon five days later, he smelled the fragrance of rice, the fragrance of real rice.

The Japanese devils of the entire branch could make a fire in broad daylight, and all the Japanese devils were excited. Although these Japanese devils who had just joined the Hata Branch did not dare to disobey the order and take the initiative to talk to the old Japanese devils,

this did not prevent them from listening to the conversations between these old Japanese devils. Gradually, they realized that more than eight thousand Japanese devils had died in the Hata Branch in the past few days.

No wonder they could only hide in the jungle like mice, not even daring to make a fire to cook. The news they received now was that the god-like team on the opposite side had withdrawn without a trace.

Sure enough, that afternoon, these Japanese devils marched forward and walked into Mahui Ridge, where they stopped.

Private First Class Kobayashi Soya's daily life finally became normal. He was awakened by the whistle every morning, gathered for running, exercised, and then carried out the next training task after breakfast.

They trained all day long. During the training process, they also became familiar with the old Japanese devils. The newly arrived Japanese devils were curious and always asked them about what fighting was like.

These old Japanese devils were always very happy to talk about their great achievements, often mentioning the names of the Japanese devils who had committed arson, murder, and looting with them.

Then these new Japanese devils would ask where those Japanese devils had gone? This touched the battles that the old Japanese devils were unwilling to recall, and they always drove these new Japanese devils away at this time: "Go! Go! I'm not happy, I won't talk about it anymore!"

Gradually, Kobayashi Soya and these Japanese devils also realized that as long as they didn't ask what had happened in the past ten days, these old Japanese devils were very amiable.

What exactly happened in the past ten days? The more the old Japanese devils didn't talk about it, the more curious these new Japanese devils were.

Today was the same as yesterday. They were awakened by the whistle in the morning, gathered for running, warmed up first, and then carried out the next training task.

Learning from the lessons of the previous battle, not only the infantry regiment was conducting morning exercises in the current Hata Branch, but also the medical team and the transportation team. All of them had to conduct morning exercises like ordinary infantry, and they also had to conduct half a day of military training every day.

Hata Heavy Branch Commander learned from the last lesson. The next time there was such a situation, these logistics Japanese devils could also use their guns as infantry.

Just as Kobayashi Soya and the others had only run half a lap in Mahui Ridge Town, countless black dots suddenly flew over from the west. Their speed was so fast that the whistling sound of cutting through the air was extremely harsh.

Experienced Japanese devils were already shouting, "Enemy attack!" and fell to the ground, regardless of whether it was still on the road.

Although these new Japanese devils of Kobayashi Soya and the others had undergone several days of training, they were all so fresh to everything because they had not been on the battlefield.

They were still running forward. Kobayashi Soya stepped on a Japanese devil's foot, jumped away in panic, and then stepped on another Japanese devil's back of the hand.

The two old Japanese devils were scolding! Scolding these new Japanese devils for being blind and stepping on them on purpose.

At this time, Squad Leader Takahashi Kameinosuke was shouting loudly, "Lie down! Lie down!" He only found out that these new Japanese devils were still standing there, looking up at the shells flying over after he had crawled on the ground himself.

He was anxiously shouting to lie down. He was also very worried about these newly assigned Japanese devils. These Japanese devils could not even do basic exercises, stand at attention, or salute, let alone fire a gun, disassemble, assemble, maintain, or maintain it.

Squad Leader Takahashi Kameinosuke was so worried about teaching these new Japanese devils these skills that he could not sleep peacefully. Now he saw that they could not even lie down when the shells came.

He was so anxious that he wanted to jump up and slap them, but he would not jump up now no matter how anxious or how much he wanted to.

He would not stand up until the shelling stopped!

The sound of "Rumble! Rumble!" came, and the feeling of the ground shaking came again. Private First Class Kobayashi Soya finally witnessed the appearance of the shells exploding with his own eyes.

A black dot fell heavily on the street from the air, and smashed a small hole in the bluestone slab on the street.

The shell drilled into the ground, and then the ground would immediately arch up like a steamed bun, and then it would explode violently, and countless black dots would fly around again.

Among these black dots were mud, stones, shrapnel, and iron bullets. Don't ask him why he was so clear.

Ask and Private First Class Kobayashi Soya had experienced it himself. Kobayashi Soya fell down. From the time he enlisted in the Japanese devil army to the time he died in Mahui Ridge, it only took half a month.

Kobayashi Soya was not the only Japanese devil who had traveled thousands of miles to Mahui Ridge just to die.

Private First Class Watanabe Emon was also a new Japanese devil who had just joined the Hata Branch. He also saw everything that Kobayashi Soya saw with his own eyes, and he also saw the whole process of Kobayashi Soya falling to the ground and dying.

He was luckier or more unfortunate than Kobayashi Soya: he was lucky enough not to be injured this time.

Private First Class Watanabe Emon, who was not injured, now knew the importance of lying down when the shells came. All the Japanese devils who were lucky enough to not die understood that when the shells came, they had to lie down!

This is often the case. The experiences that others tell you are not impressive, and you will only cherish the experiences that you have personally experienced.

All the Japanese devils who had just been standing there were now down. Squad Leader Takahashi Kameinosuke did not know how many Japanese devils had been killed or injured by the shell that had just exploded next to his squad.

He could not care about these now. He was lying on the ground, praying: May the shelling end sooner!

When the shells were flying over, Hata Heavy Branch Commander was still in the command post, looking at the map. He was analyzing when his team could attack De'an.

He could not accept the first infantry division to be the first to attack De'an. If such a thing happened, the Hata Branch would be reduced to the lowest-ranked team in the entire Japanese devil army.

Because the Japanese devils' First 101st Division and First 106th Division were now recognized as the weakest divisions, Hata Heavy Branch Commander could not accept the title of the weakest branch.

Just as he was thinking that his Japanese devils had been training for a few days and it was time to pull them to the battlefield for actual combat,

the Special Operations Brigade immediately cooperated and bombarded his stationed Mahui Ridge. When the sound of the shells exploding came, Hata Heavy Branch Commander's face changed.

Judging from the sound of the shells exploding, these shells were all large-caliber and there were quite a few of them. They were not fired by ten or twenty cannons at all.

Hata Heavy Branch Commander certainly had to underestimate the strength of the National Army. In fact, the Special Operations Brigade fired ninety-six 120-millimeter rockets in such a round of bombardment.

How could this be ten or twenty? This was equivalent to ninety-six cannons.

Although the Japanese devils could not estimate how many shells had fallen, they perfectly withstood this bombardment. Sato's heart was trembling. He was really afraid. He did not expect that his nightmare would come again after only a few days.

In the past few days, he did not dare to say it. Every night, he dreamed that he was blown to death by dense shells. Was today to fulfill his dream?

As soon as the first round of bombardment ended, Hata Heavy Branch Commander decisively ordered: Retreat!

He was a branch commander who would leave as soon as he said. However, just as he led the guards out of the command post, he saw countless black dots flying over in the sky, and the second round of bombardment began again.

Oda Nobuko was just a nurse in the first medical team of the Hata Branch. These nurses had never participated in training before. These days, they were forced to do morning exercises with the ordinary infantry every day.

She had just finished her night shift today and started running with the Japanese devils of the medical team. She was lucky enough to see the shells flying over in the sky.

Although she was being bombarded by shells for the first time, she had heard many injured Japanese devils impart their experiences, and she immediately lay down on the ground.

After the first round of shelling ended, the doctors and nurses who were doing exercises in the first and second medical teams immediately had something to do.

In the entire Mahui Ridge, the streets that they had just smoothed out were full of fire and smoke, and everywhere were Japanese devils moaning.

These Japanese devils of Oda Nobuko also rushed to the scene to rescue. Just as the rescue was still going on, another round of shells fell, and the sound of "Rumble! Rumble!" rang out again.

In five minutes, nearly three hundred shells fell into Mahui Ridge, and the shelling ended. Intense gunfire had already sounded outside.

Hata Heavy Branch Commander did not hesitate. His determination did not waver: "Retreat!"

This order was not issued to the entire branch. He was only allowing his branch to retreat. It could be heard from the gunfire coming from outside that the National Army seemed to be attacking only from the west and the south.

This made Hata Heavy Branch Commander relieved a little. At least there was no encirclement from all sides, and he still had a chance to escape.

Although the battle had just begun, and the outcome had not yet been determined, in any case: a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall! Hata Heavy Branch Commander still had to leave.

The Second Regiment attacked from the west. Liu Laopao did not arrange who would be the main attacker and who would be the auxiliary attacker. He sent all ten infantry companies up.

All ten companies were the main attackers. Whoever attacked in first was the main attacker. The Second Regiment had an attack surface of two thousand meters, which made Captain Suzuki Yuki, who was defending in this direction, feel a headache.

On his defense line, it had just been bombed once, and then his five squadrons were attacked at the same time. Captain Sato's infantry currently had only more than two thousand Japanese devils in total, averaging out to four battalions, with only about five hundred Japanese devils in each battalion.

Captain Suzuki Yuki had only about five hundred Japanese devils under his command. Although he also intended to leave a hundred Japanese devils as a reserve team,

he did not have the power to fight back against the attacking team of three thousand people.

They were now facing the attack of the Second Regiment with three thousand soldiers. Captain Sato Jiro stared at the Special Operations Brigade soldiers who were rushing up in front of the position.

The carts that were being pushed in front could perfectly block machine gun bullets, which drove the Japanese devils crazy.

"What am I going to do?" Captain Sato Jiro cried out in his heart.

His suffering had not yet come. Just as Captain Sato Jiro was at a loss, the sound of "Boom! Boom!" rang out on his defense line.

The first and second companies of the monk's second regiment, who were attacking, concentrated four infantry guns to fire at the Japanese devils' machine guns. Company Commander Shi Junxia and Company Commander Xuan Yiren had always had a competitive and cooperative relationship.

Company Commander Xuan Yiren always wanted to steal the limelight from Company Commander Shi, and this time was no exception. Seeing the Japanese devils' machine gun firepower points exposed, he immediately ordered the infantry guns to open fire, with the support of mortars.

Artillery fire, infantry charge! The charging soldiers never stopped. They pushed the heavy machine guns forward.

Private First Class Matsumoto Ren looked at the Special Operations Brigade soldiers who were rushing up, his heart was jumping, his hands were shaking, and he nervously fired a shot at the soldiers who were rushing up.

Matsumoto Ren himself did not know where this shot went. Anyway, this was the first shot he fired on the battlefield.

After firing the first bullet, Matsumoto Ren relaxed. It was difficult to start everything. After firing the first shot, his nervous heart calmed down a lot.

When he fired the second shot, Matsumoto Ren was much calmer, carefully aiming at the Special Operations Brigade soldier hiding behind the cart in the distance.

"Bang!" He fired, and this time Matsumoto Ren saw a spark splashing out from the baffle of the cart on the opposite side. He thought that the spark was what he had fired.

Matsumoto Ren thought that he would definitely be able to hit a National Army soldier on the opposite side with the next shot. He was still aiming in place, but this time the cart that he had just shot at did not indulge him. The heavy machine gun on the cart opened fire.

The characteristic sound of the woodpecker pecking at the tree, "Tuk-tuk-tuk!" rang out. Matsumoto Ren had no reaction and was shot several times. His entire head was blown apart.

The private first class Hayato Ishida beside him was so frightened that he screamed and stood up. While screaming and standing up, Hayato Ishida kept wiping the brains and blood splashed on his body with his hands.

Then he had the same ending as Matsumoto Ren. Hayato Ishida was hit by several bullets, but fortunately, his head was still intact, at least he had a whole body.

Two Japanese devils died in just an instant, which frightened the Japanese devils in the entire trench. They were all on the battlefield for the first time and had never seen such a bloody thing.

The Special Operations Brigade's mortars, infantry guns, and heavy machine guns suppressed the Japanese devils. The experienced Japanese devils were all lying tightly in the trenches, motionless.

Only Fujiwara Takumi and the Japanese devils who had just joined the Hata Branch were listening to Captain Sato Jiro's orders, and still insisted on crawling on the edge of the trenches, raising their heads to aim carefully before firing.

The heads of these Japanese devils were like watermelons roasted by the sun in summer, and they exploded one by one under the sweep of the heavy machine guns.

The situation on the battlefield was completely different from what the old Japanese devils usually told. Usually, the old Japanese devils told Fujiwara Takumi and the others how brave they were on the battlefield.

How they bravely rushed up against the fierce artillery fire of the National Army and killed the National Army soldiers until blood flowed like a river. They chased the National Army soldiers, running over one mountain after another, one village after another, and chasing them all the way here.

When those Japanese devils told the story, Fujiwara Takumi and the others still believed it very much, but now they looked at the Japanese devils who were shivering in the trenches, and could not help but wonder: