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Chapter 65: Maintaining confrontation and attacking at night

We didn't know what the Japanese artillery positions were like, and we didn't have time to verify the status of the Japanese artillery positions. At this time, the first battalion's energy was focused on counterattacking the Japanese attack.

Because they had time to prepare, the soldiers on the mountain had individual bunkers of varying depths, some even with two-person foxholes and some simple multi-person bunkers. Therefore, the soldiers in the supplementary battalion could shoot calmly. This time, the new recruits in the supplementary battalion who got guns finally had their first shooting experience in their lives.

Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang... Amid the sounds of various rifles, dozens of the attacking devils were killed. Then, various light machine guns started firing, and the three Type 3 heavy machine guns that were finally sent to the top of the hill also began to spit out bullets.

"Baga... hide, hide..." The Japs could no longer afford the losses, so the Japanese officers who sensed something was wrong quickly ordered their troops to hide on the spot and preserve their strength.

"Haha... Did you see that? The Japanese still have two shoulders to support one head. They will die if they are shot!" Li Yunlong laughed and wanted to rush forward with a big knife. However, at this time, gunshots were heard from the direction of the Dragon King Temple in the east, so Li Yunlong gave up this idea.

Looking at his watch, it was almost three o'clock. Li Yunlong's mind was spinning rapidly as he began to think of ways to retreat next.

The battle fell into a stalemate again. The Japanese did not dare to continue attacking, and the New 1st Regiment could not retreat directly. Everyone seemed to be accumulating strength.

Chirp, chirp, chirp... Boom, boom... The Japanese bombardment started again, but this time it was the Japanese in the east who were bombing the Dragon King Temple. Looking up at the telescope, the temple that was originally in good condition was instantly reduced to ruins. The old Dragon King could not escape the fate of being bombed. I just don't know if the Dragon King who loves bombing will go to his brothers for help, such as going to the Dragon King of the East China Sea...

In the river valley to the west of the Dragon King Temple, the Special Service Company, the Guard Company, the two companies of the Supplementary Battalion, and the remaining 400 soldiers were running down the mountain along the path. Some people looked back at the ruined temple and felt lucky. Fortunately, they were evacuated, otherwise they really couldn't withstand this bombing. It's just that the speed of the Japanese artillery is a bit slow...

The sky was gloomy, and the afternoon light looked only as bright as dusk, and it seemed as if raindrops were about to fall from the sky. Such an environment was actually helpful for the battle, because no one needed to be hindered by the strong sunlight and could aim calmly.

At this time, the guerrillas who had experienced several rounds of bombing finally recovered from the aftereffects of the bombing. The buzzing in their ears became less, their heads no longer felt dizzy, and their eyes were no longer blurry when they raised their guns to aim. The soldiers of the combat squad sent by the company commander had the same feeling as them. They were all veterans, and they felt that they were not accurate when they fired just now.

However, at that time, the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain were hiding very well, and there were really no targets to hit.

At the headquarters of the Japanese Suzuki Battalion, Captain Suzuki was not preparing any follow-up measures as everyone imagined, but was listening to the Japanese reports in shock.

"Captain, we saw with our own eyes that the valley was full of corpses! The clothes of these corpses were stripped off, and at first we couldn't tell whether they were our soldiers. However, some of our soldiers were from the same hometown as the Inukai Battalion. After these soldiers checked, we were sure that those corpses were the missing Inukai Battalion! Captain, our enemies are too powerful, and we need reinforcements..."

Listening to the tearful report, Captain Suzuki frowned and his head was buzzing. The Inukai Battalion was organized similarly to his, except that it lacked two mountain cannons. But, was it gone just like that?
Thinking about what happened today, Captain Suzuki further confirmed his view that the enemy was the main force of the Eighth Route Army. Especially since the Eighth Route Army had mobilized artillery to destroy one of his mountain artillery squads, this further proved that the main force of the Eighth Route Army was here! However, the command center of this siege war told him very confidently that they could not provide aviation support... What a bunch of pigs!

Captain Suzuki couldn't give up easily, or he would be labeled a coward for the rest of his life, and his career as an officer would be over, with no chance of promotion. So, after calming down, Captain Suzuki ordered: "Hide and wait for the enemy, attack at night, and pay attention to the enemy's movements!"

Captain Suzuki's order was transmitted to the commander of the Japanese on the front line through the hastily set up telephone lines, and the Japanese completely gave up the attack.

Captain Suzuki was feeling bad, and Captain Miyamoto in the Xiajia River Valley to the east was also feeling bad.

Ever since they attacked an Eighth Route Army stronghold the night before, Captain Miyamoto felt as if his IQ had been rubbed to the ground. First, the main force of the Eighth Route Army that he chose to pursue led them into the mountains, and then disappeared in a strange way. Then, there was no news of Kato's squadron that was responsible for pursuing another Eighth Route Army.

When he finally returned to the Eighth Route Army stronghold, he saw the figure of Kato and his group who had been plundered. Knowing that the enemy was strong, he requested a mountain artillery team to come to reinforce overnight.

Then, today, the enemy harassed them again. He sent people to pursue them, but they were blocked and the burial place of Kato's squadron was confirmed...

In short, up to now, there are only more than 600 people left in his brigade of more than 260 people, which is more than half of the total.

With so many casualties, even though they were from the 110th Special Division, they were a bit overwhelmed. However, when they wanted to retreat, the answer they got was that the enemy was a brigade-level unit of the main force of the Eighth Route Army, and they needed to keep attacking.

Using the strength of a squadron to attack a brigade of the Eighth Route Army... Captain Miyamoto must be feeling bad!

Then, for some unknown reason, Miyamoto didn't know that a battalion of the same level as his own 4th Brigade was fighting in the mountains to the west. Captain Suzuki over there didn't know that there was a battalion similar to his in the Xiajia River Valley.

The two Japanese troops belonging to different divisions (independent mixed brigades) did not even think of contacting each other.

"Captain, the scouts ahead have obtained accurate intelligence. The Eighth Route Army we are pursuing have all entered the village ahead, and their number is about a battalion!" Miyamoto received the latest report.

"Is this an Eighth Route Army village? I heard gunshots coming from that side, but I don't know if our troops are fighting there? But judging from the intensity of the battle, it's a regimental-level battle! Ha, ahead is where the main force of the Eighth Route Army is... We don't have enough troops, so we have to maintain a standoff for now and launch a surprise attack at night!"

PS: My wrists hurt, my arms hurt, my neck hurts, my waist hurts, my legs hurt, my back hurts... it hurts...

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