Miyata Jiro's current mood is just like the condition of the road from Pukou to Pucheng, which is extremely bad. 』
Under Shozo Kawabe's iron-fisted crackdown, the 104th Division's fraud incident finally subsided. However, before finding out the details of the heartless cannon, Kawabe Shozo did not rashly order the 104th Division to attack Pucheng. Attack, it was not until the Special High School found out that the heartless cannon was just a mortar-like explosive charge thrower modified from a gasoline barrel, Kawabe Shozo was completely relieved, and then ordered the Kumamoto Division and Osaka Division to attack Ome at the same time. Mountainous areas move towards the heart attack.
The Osaka Division started out slightly earlier than the Kumamoto Division, but the progress was much slower than the Kumamoto Division. Nearly twenty hours have passed since the attack last night, and the Kumamoto Division The regiment has advanced for more than a hundred miles, and has even captured the county seat of Shan County, but the Osaka Division has only advanced less than thirty miles, and is still a full fifty miles away from Pu County!
As a result, the faces of the Osaka Division, from the division commander down to the squad leaders, were all disgraced, and Jiro Miyata, as the captain of the 108th Forward Infantry Regiment, was even more disgraced. , so Jiro Miyata didn't have a good face all day long. Several orderlies were slapped several times for no reason, and they didn't know where to go to talk about their grievances.
No, Jiro Miyata is making a big splash again.
"Baga!" Jiro Miyata slammed the military water cup on the canvas table and yelled, "Why boiling water? Do you want to burn me to death? I want to drink cold water, cold water!"
"Hai." An orderly came forward in a hurry, bowed first, and then hurriedly helped Miyata Jiro pour out the boiling water in the cup, and then replaced it with clean cold water, but secretly said in his heart that he would drink boiled water later. After a while, we had to drink cold water, which made us miserable. It was really hard to live this day.
Jiro Miyata picked up the water glass that had been replaced with cold water and had just taken a sip when a sudden gunshot sounded outside the tent. Several orderlies immediately became nervous and quickly took out their southern-style pistols to guard Jiro Miyata's surroundings. Miyata Jiro paid no attention and just drank water.
Over the past two days, Jiro Miyata has become completely numb. Ever since they passed Hat Mountain last night, on their way north, small groups of enemies would attack them almost every ten minutes, sometimes dozens of them. Sometimes there are more than a dozen people, and sometimes there are only three or five guerrillas.
It is impossible to guard against such small-scale harassment. Just ignore it. The marksmanship of these guerrillas is quite accurate. If they hit you suddenly, they will kill several people every time. But if you fight back, these guerrillas will kill a few people. They ran faster than rabbits, and before the imperial army could send troops, they had already slipped into some nook and disappeared.
Anyway, they didn't catch a single guerrilla all night yesterday.
During the day today, the situation was slightly better, but from time to time guerrillas would still pop out from the woods, grass, or caves beside the road and fire a few shots. Then he turned around and ran away.
It is precisely because of the endless harassment of the guerrillas that their progress has become extremely slow. They only moved forward more than ten miles last night, and today they only walked less than twenty miles during the day. It was getting dark, but the officers and soldiers were extremely tired. Jiro Miyata could only order to camp on the spot, because if this continued, the officers and soldiers would collapse from exhaustion.
Even if they were stationed in the camp, those damn guerrillas wouldn't let them properly build fortifications.
Every once in a while, a small group or several small groups of guerrillas would emerge from the darkness, shoot a few shots into the camp, or throw a few grenades. Once, they actually fired a gun into the open space where they stored arms. The shell was fired, but fortunately it did not hit the target.
Finally, the fortifications were built. Miyata Jiro thought that those damn guerrillas should have stopped. As a result, just as he sat down to take a sip of water, those damn guerrillas immediately appeared again. It was endless. La return.
It was still the same, there were a few gunshots and explosions outside, and then they stopped immediately.
Then, Nishio Juichi, the deputy captain of the 1st Infantry Battalion, came in and reported to Jiro Miyata: "Captain, another small group of Chinese guerrillas just attacked the camp of the 4th Infantry Squadron of the 1st Infantry Battalion, and two more The warriors of the imperial army are broken into pieces.”
"Baga!" General Jiro Miyata drank a glass of water and asked, "So, have you killed any Chinese guerrillas?"
"No." Nishio shook his head and said, "These Chinese guerrillas are very cunning and very familiar with the nearby terrain. Moreover, they ran away after fighting. The imperial army had no time to organize a counterattack, so they failed to cause any damage to the Chinese guerrillas. Effective killing."
Jiro Miyata cursed: "Bagayalu, these cunning Chinese people."
Nishio Juichi asked again: "Captain, do you need to leave enough troops to take on security duties tonight?"
"No need." Jiro Miyata shook his head and said, "Tomorrow your first infantry battalion will have to take on the role of forward. If you don't build up enough strength, I'm afraid it won't be able to cope with the coming situation, so just leave one infantry team to take charge of night vigilance. This is just an attack by a small group of Chinese guerrillas. Although it is annoying, it does not pose a big threat."
"Hai." Nishio paused and turned around.
Jiro Miyata turned to his adjutant and said, "I'm going to sleep too. Don't wake me up unless the sky falls."
After saying that, Jiro Miyata fell down on the military blanket with wheat straw underneath. Within a moment, Jiro Miyata snored like thunder. Speaking of which, this old devil was indeed exhausted these days. First, The 108th Infantry Regiment had a large-scale fraud. In order to deal with the fraud, this old man didn't sleep a wink for two consecutive nights. He followed Toshio Miyake as a military doctor in the field hospital. Then the fraud finally subsided. , but the raids on Damei Mountain have also begun, so the old devil has not slept properly for almost three days and three nights.
After Miyata Jiro said so, the adjutant and several orderlies returned to their tents, fell asleep, and soon fell asleep. These little devils had the same idea as Miyata Jiro, They all believed that the guerrilla attacks were nothing more than scabies and did not pose much of a threat at all.
However, Jiro Miyata and these little devils didn't know that from last night until now, the reason why there were only small-scale guerrilla attacks and no large-scale raids was because He Shuya did it deliberately. The reason why He Shuya was like this The purpose of doing this is to paralyze the little devil and make him lose his vigilance, and then give him a cruel blow.
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On a wasteland less than a kilometer away from the station of the 108th Infantry Regiment, clouds of white mist rise from time to time. If you get closer and look carefully, you will find that this wasteland is actually filled with black mist. People, those clouds of white mist are their breath.
It is already the middle of winter, and the temperature in central Anhui is already very cold, and it is even colder at night.
Yang Banan was wearing a cotton coat, but he still felt the cold air creeping into his clothes. His hands were so cold that they began to become numb. He could only keep breathing to keep his hands warm.
He Shuya has high hopes for this counterattack tonight. He Shuya also hopes that this counterattack tonight can kill as many Japs as possible. In this way, when the Japs advance to Pucheng and start street fighting, their pressure will be reduced. It can be alleviated a bit.
Therefore, Yang Banan did not dare to take it lightly. In order to hide his presence and avoid being discovered by the Japanese patrol posts, Yang Banan did not even allow the officers and soldiers of the Seventh Battalion to stamp their feet to get warm. It was too cold, so they could only breathe to warm themselves up. one time.
In the winter night, the land in Anhui was silent, and time seemed to be frozen, passing extremely slowly.
Just when Yang Banan felt that he was about to freeze, subtle footsteps finally came from the front, and then Pan Baishun, the captain of the Pu County Militia Brigade, came over with several militiamen.
"Captain Yang." Pan Baishun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We just beat up another guy, it should be almost done, right? The little devils have almost gone to sleep, and there are not a few fires left in the camp. Xiao He It seems that the regiment leader’s method really worked.”
Yang Banan took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, shook his head and said, "It's not time yet."
After a pause, Yang Banan continued: "Old Pan, if you go and beat him again, you must beat the little devil's skin completely and numb him completely."
"Okay, I'll hit him again." Pan Baishun nodded, turned and left.
After watching Pan Baishun leave with the militiamen, Yang Banan turned back and shouted: "Get ready to fight!"
Yang Banan's order was quickly conveyed, and the more than 600 officers and soldiers who had been lying quietly on the wasteland began to
Stand up from a squat, then move your legs slightly to start warming up.
At this time, Han Feng led the third sniper group and more than thirty quasi-wolf fangs to the attack position of the seventh battalion. Seeing Han Feng and his thirty-some wolf fangs, Yang Banan was immediately overjoyed. These thirty or so quasi-wolf fangs are of little use, but Han Feng and his sniper team are crucial to tonight's raid.
"Team Han!" Yang Banan couldn't help but be happy, "You guys arrived just in time!"
Han Feng chuckled and continued: "As long as it's not too late."
"It's not late, it's not late, it's not late at all." Yang Banan said repeatedly, "The time is just right."
Han Feng grunted and asked Yang Banan again: "Captain Yang, please give the order, how to fight?"
Yang Banan was not polite to Han Feng and directly ordered: "When the counterattack begins, you and your sniper team, specializing in attacking the Japs' sentries, must delay the Japs' alarm as much as possible. The later it sounds, the greater the result of this counterattack will be!"
"Okay." Han Feng didn't say much, just nodded solemnly. (To be continued.)