In Ma Jiapo, the flames of war were still burning. The Independent Regiment had already repelled three attacks from the Japanese. Now, it was snowing heavily and the weather was freezing. The surviving soldiers of the Eighth Route Army looked tired. Their hands were trembling as they held the coarse biscuits and canned food. It was obvious that they had used too much strength.
"Old Li, how is it? Have the casualties been calculated?”
After Kong Jie finished his patrol, he sat down beside Li Wenying, grabbed a handful of snowflakes and stuffed them into his mouth to quench his thirst.
Hearing his old partner's question, Shen Fang, who was sorting out the roster of the Independent Regiment, shook his left hand and the tip of the fountain pen in his right hand accidentally tilted.
Sigh... Li Wenying sighed with heartache. After a while, she said," Two of the three company commanders of the 1st Battalion died, and three platoon leaders died. There are less than 200 soldiers left. The 1st Battalion is considered crippled." The 2nd Battalion was still alright, but they had also lost hundreds of people.”
"The 1st Battalion is already crippled?" Kong Jie's eyes turned red. The 1st Battalion was the leader of the Independent Regiment. There were 450 people, and now half of them were gone. Damn it, it was so painful.
"Sigh, there's no other way. The Japanese's artillery fire is too fierce, especially those 75mm mountain cannons. A single shot will kill a squad of soldiers.”
As Li Wenying spoke, a few drops of tears fell from the corner of her eyes onto the snow.
"The headquarters asked us to hold them off for two days. In another two hours, the sky will turn dark.”
Kong Jie's hands trembled as he took out a cigarette and lit it. Soldiers were like this. When an order was given, even if they knew that they were going to die, they had to charge forward with their eyes closed.
As the saying went, a kind person could not lead an army. A soft-hearted person could not lead an army, but whose heart was as hard as steel?
"Old Kong!"
Li Wenying looked at Kong Jie and hesitated for a moment before saying,"Withdraw the 1st Battalion and let the 3rd Battalion take over." After a day of fighting, they needed to relax. These surviving soldiers were the seeds for rebuilding the team in the future.”
"Yes! After the 3rd Battalion finished their meal, they would be sent to the next Battalion.”
Kong Jie nodded in agreement. In fact, even if Li Wenying didn't say it, he would have done it. As long as the old soldiers did not die and the seeds were still there, the 1st Battalion could be restored within three months, even if their combat strength was much weaker.
However, if the entire battalion was wiped out, it would probably take half a year to build a battalion. This was also the fundamental reason why the army liked veterans.
Chirp... Tong... Whoosh... Tong...
The sound of artillery shells broke the silence after the battle. Kong Jie suddenly stood up and shouted to the surroundings," Form a scattered line and dodge. Lie down to avoid the artillery fire.”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Tong tong tong...
Continuous explosions resounded through the clouds. The valley below Ma Jiapo was filled with raging flames that soared into the sky.
Kong Jie looked at the top of the mountain with a dull expression and realized that not a single shell had landed on his camp. All of them had accurately hit the Japanese camp.
"Baka…Retreat!"
Yamada Takayuki, who was eating, was stunned by the sudden artillery fire. After he recovered his senses, he commanded his troops to retreat quickly. The Eighth Route Army on the hill had come to reinforce them, and they were definitely the trump card of the main force.
He had served in the army for more than ten years. Just by listening to the sound, he knew that the cannons that bombarded his brigade were all large-caliber howitzers, at least 100mm and above.
"Hahahaha... Little Japanese, you also have this day. You really blew up to your heart's content.”
Ye Song, the first battalion commander, stood at the top of the mountain and laughed wildly as he looked down at the Japanese soldiers who had broken limbs everywhere.
"Battalion Commander, who do you think is supporting us? Good heavens, how many cannons were firing?”
Yang Hu, the commander of the company, was holding his beard as he looked at the fire in the valley with wild joy.
He was the only surviving company commander of the 1st Battalion. Two of his comrades from the 2nd Company and 3rd Company had died under the Japanese's mountain cannons. Now that the enemy had suffered the same fate, the blood in his body was boiling.
"Who cares who it is, as long as it's not Old Jiang.”
Ye Song glanced in the direction of Green Dragon Mountain and continued to watch the scene of the Japanese being blown up and crying for their parents.
"Old Kong, looks like the Independent Division is using artillery to support us?”
Li Wenying used binoculars to look at Qinglong Mountain. It was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly. However, just because she couldn't see it didn't mean that she couldn't guess, because the cannon sound came from that direction.
"Good girl…I told you that this army is richer than the f * cking Japanese. Look at the results! Haha…"
Kong Jie looked at Green Dragon Mountain with a face full of gratitude and respect.
In fact, in the morning, he was still wondering if the independent division had given him so many weapons because they wanted him to fight to the death with the Japanese so that he could reap the benefits. Now, it seemed that they were measuring a gentleman's belly with their petty thoughts.
The independent division had used so many cannons to support Ma Jiapo, which was enough for him to be grateful. Once the cannons were fired, ten thousand taels of gold would be exchanged.
Usually, when the Japanese launched a large-scale attack, they would stop firing immediately after using up three cannons. As for Yan Jue's artillery battalion, even if they ran out of artillery shells, the system would replenish the original number at midnight every night.
Oh, you mean the 105mm howitzer? The 122mm cannon and the 150mm howitzer were all gifted by the system.
That was not a problem at all. For some reason, as the time spent signing in increased, the number of items Yan Jue obtained had almost doubled.
Take the 105mm howitzer for example. There were a total of 12 howitzers, and each cannon system gave out 6,000 shells. Each cannon system gave out 60 shells, which was a total of 100 shells. If all of these shells were used up, then the life of the cannon barrel would almost come to an end.
In fact, during World War II, due to the frequent wars, the damage rate of artillery was extremely high. It was unknown whether each artillery could fire 1,000 shells.
The gunfire lasted for an hour and a half before it gradually subsided. At this time, due to the heavy snow, the sky was getting dark. Kong Jie stood on a hill less than 100 meters above sea level and looked at the Japanese's ruined position. He was hesitating. Should he take the opportunity to lead the entire regiment to fight the Yamada Battalion?
On the Chinese battlefield, there was no infantry regiment that could completely wipe out a large group of Japanese soldiers. This was usually the case. A few thousand soldiers would often be killed by a large group of Japanese soldiers.
Beep beep... The car's horn followed the sound of the engine from afar, as if a long snake had stopped at Majiapo.
"The allies on the mountain, listen up. We are the 101st Infantry Regiment of the Restoration Army's Independent Division. We have just finished firing. I repeat, allies on the mountain."
"Old Kong, the Infantry Regiment of the Independent Division is here. It looks like they want to fight the Yamada Battalion.”
Li Wenying turned to Kong Jie and asked when she heard the shouts from the convoy.
Phew... Kong Jie took a deep breath and then shouted," Brothers, our reinforcements are here. Let's go down and meet up with the 101st Regiment's allies. Let's kill the Japanese together. Let's go!"”
"Charge! Kill the Japanese!"
"Our allies are here. Let's charge down and kill the Japanese.”
The morale of the soldiers of the Independent Regiment was greatly boosted. Under the leadership of Kong Jie, they charged at the defeated soldiers of the Yamada Battalion like ferocious tigers.
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