Anti-Japanese War: From Becoming Chu Yunfei to Rising

Chapter 494 Yu Family Army, the newly formed th Army, Bao Zhishan was promoted to division commander (Subscription required)

"Terauchi Juichi is a well-deserved famous commander of the Japanese army. His deployment and attack direction are almost flawless."

Inside the headquarters of the newly formed 11th Army.

Chu Yunfei's consciousness quickly exited the three-dimensional combat map, and he marked some marks on the map that only he could understand.

Huang Baitao stood aside silently.

The Japanese army launched round after round of attacks against the garrison troops at this junction.

By this time, the Sixth Army had recovered and reorganized its defense line.

"Your Excellency, are those British troops really reliable?"

Chu Yunfei shook his head: "It is probably unreliable, but no matter what, there are still 8,000 people. They can't fight a defensive battle, but a pursuit battle with the wind will always have some effect. The newly formed 38th Division is currently progressing quite smoothly and has successfully tied down a large number of Japanese main forces.

The opponents of the 200th Division, the New 11th Army, and the New 29th Division are actually less than 12,000 Japanese troops, and this unit is most likely not equipped with heavy weapons.

On the muddy battlefield, armored vehicles and tanks cannot launch effective assaults.

The 75mm mountain artillery was also suppressed by its own artillery regiment.

The Japanese offensive will inevitably choose small-scale continuous combat, which is also the style of fighting that the Japanese are best at.

The National Army quickly figured out corresponding countermeasures for this type of attack.

The Japanese army also made some improvements.

However, they are essentially still the old combination of short and sudden attacks, which is determined by the individual weapons they are equipped with.

Without changing their weapons and equipment, they are unable to better innovate related tactics, which can barely be considered a form of path dependence.

The middle and lower-level commanders of the Japanese army understood this truth, but were powerless to change the status quo.

The newly formed 11th Army is different. Every innovation in tactics and strategies is due to the optimization of weapons and equipment at this stage.

If you always use equipment such as bolt-action rifles and broadswords.

He will always use the three-three system or even the four-four system of light infantry tactics. There is no other way, this is the optimal solution.

On the frontline position of the newly formed 11th Army.

Zou Dechang.

A young soldier from the countryside of northern Sichuan is now huddled in a muddy and slippery foxhole.

The cold rain dripped down the edge of his worn helmet and seeped into his already soaked military uniform.

He is actually only seventeen years old this year.

He lied about his age and was able to join the newly formed 11th Army of the Expeditionary Force as a reinforcement along with his uncles from the same hometown.

Myanmar is not Shanxi. As for replenishing troops, before the comprehensive training in northern Myanmar is rebuilt, the troops trained at the training center in Yunnan are completely insufficient to make up for the consumption of the war.

This battle was actually the first time that Zou Dechang truly experienced such fierce artillery fire.

"The damn devils are here again!"

Zou Dechang's teeth were chattering, but not because of the cold.

It was more because of fear and the deafening sound of artillery fire.

On the hillside not far away, the Japanese heavy machine guns were firing bullets frantically, hoping to suppress their firepower.

Mountain artillery and mortars were also firing continuously.

Each explosion was like a sledgehammer, hitting him hard in the heart.

The mud fell on his head like raindrops, and he was so scared that he could hardly breathe.

He looked up furtively and peered through the firing holes in the field fortifications.

Under the cover of artillery fire, groups of Japanese soldiers, holding three or eight rifles with bayonets on, were rushing towards their position.

The Japanese soldiers were all short, about 1.5 meters tall.

But he moved with extraordinary agility, bending over.

Make use of all the close-range features, provide cover alternately, and keep forcing them.

"Ershuanzi! Don't stick your head out! Do you want to be shot?" An old soldier squad leader with a full beard pressed his head down, picked up a Springfield sniper rifle beside him, pulled the bolt, and aimed at a Japanese sergeant who was rushing in the front.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out and the Japanese sergeant fell to the ground.

The Japanese army did not stop its charge because of the death of its grassroots commander.

They were well-trained and knew how the next battle should proceed.

"Damn it! You still want to rush up!"

"Brothers, beat me up!"

The veteran squad leader roared, and rifles and light machine guns in the same trench opened fire one after another.

Soon, the heavy machine guns on the position began to roar.

The crisp bursts of Czech-style gunfire and the dull roar of the Maxim heavy machine gun combined together to form a crossfire network.

Zou Dechang also plucked up his courage, raised the Springfield rifle in his hand and aimed at the direction of the Japanese troops.

The accuracy is not very high, and in the eyes of the veterans, there is not much difference between it and shooting randomly.

Da~! Da~! Da~!

Bang! Boom! Boom!

Artillery shells were still exploding on the spot, and Japanese bullets were sweeping over the edge of the position like raindrops. From time to time, comrades were shot and fell, groaning in pain.

Zou Dechang felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, but he gritted his teeth, mechanically pulled the bolt, fired, then pulled the bolt again and shot.

He actually had no idea how long the battle would last, or if he would survive.

I only know that the commander has given a death order and we must not retreat!

At this moment, their regiment commander Bao Zhishan was standing on a hillside that had half been cut off by artillery fire.

A temporary regimental command post.

It was just a piece of tattered tarpaulin draped over a few charred wooden stakes, barely enough to block the rain from overhead.

At this moment, Bao Zhishan was holding a telescope and observing the battle situation on the battlefield ahead with a serious expression.

His military uniform was also covered with thick mud, and rain was dripping down the edge of his helmet.

Several water marks appeared on his face which was covered with gunpowder.

The military uniform was completely soaked by rain and sweat, sticking tightly to the upper body.

But his sturdy figure still stood tall in the rain, like an unshakable iron tower.

"Damn it! Like a mad dog!"

"Could it be that the Japanese launched a general attack?"

Bao Zhishan put down the telescope and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva. The saliva sprayed into the mud and was quickly washed away by the rain.

The Japanese launched the attack in such heavy rain.

The ferocity of the Japanese offensive was beyond his expectations.

The Japanese artillery fire in particular made him feel sick.

Although the Japanese army had few heavy artillery due to transportation difficulties during the rainy season.

However, the shooting of his mountain artillery and direct-impact guns was extremely accurate and tricky, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly eating away at his already dilapidated positions, posing a great threat to his frontline positions.

"Captain, the Japanese mountain artillery seems to have dug out corresponding semi-permanent fortifications, which can still be used even on rainy days."

"Yeah, but the angle and direction of shooting are basically restricted because of this. Only our Thirteenth Regiment is frequently hit by the Japanese artillery fire. Fuck him!"

"boom--!"

Another Japanese artillery shell exploded not far away.

The mud waves that were raised came like a tsunami, making the oilcloth of the command post rustle.

Bao Zhishan wiped the mud off his face, his eyes becoming more fierce.

"What a stupid little devil!"

"Report to the regimental commander! The left wing of the position of the 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion was breached by a Japanese squadron, and the communication line was also blown up. Captain Sun was killed!"

"The deputy company commander is currently organizing the remaining forces to counterattack. The situation is extremely critical!"

A communications soldier, covered in mud and with a bloody bandage on his arm, almost crawled in, his voice hoarse.

The 13th Regiment had few troops to begin with, and they also lost a large number of troops in the bombing of Rangoon.

The reason why they were able to maintain the entire front line was essentially because their combat effectiveness was strong enough, not because they had sufficient manpower.

Originally, their company had at least 108 soldiers, but now there are only about 60 or 70 people.

There is no problem in fighting a defensive battle relying on defensive positions and favorable terrain.
But if we want to regain the position, the loss may be unbearable.

This is also one of the issues that Bao Zhishan is most worried about at the moment.

His voice was distorted by anxiety and anger, almost sounding like a roar: "Tell the remaining brothers in the third company that reinforcements will be here soon. Tell them to hold on for me. Anyone who dares to take a step back will be shot on the spot!"

The position defended by the newly formed 11th Army was the junction of the 5th Army and the 6th Army.

The terrain is relatively flat, which is the weak point that the Japanese army can easily break through and also the key direction of the Japanese army's attack.

Once this place is torn apart, the consequences will be disastrous.

The entire expeditionary force's defense line might be shaken.

Previously under Stilwell's command.

The expeditionary force had made such a mistake once before, and they must never make it again this time!

"Artillery! Where are our mortars?! Let them bombard them hard!"

"Who cares? We must suppress the Japanese!"

Bao Zhishan yelled into the phone, veins throbbing on his mud-covered forehead.

The battle lasted from early morning to dusk, and the Japanese army launched one thrilling charge after another like tireless mad dogs.

The shouts, explosions, the roar of machine guns, and the screams of soldiers before their death echoed in the rain.

Although the officers and soldiers of the newly formed 11th Army were much more powerful than friendly forces in terms of equipment and training.

But what they were facing after all was the elite 18th Division of the Japanese Army.

Under its continuous and fierce attack regardless of scale.

This battle was extremely difficult and the number of casualties continued to rise.

In the evening, the left-wing position reported by the correspondent was selected by the Japanese front-line commander as a breakthrough point.

Bao Zhishan even had to mobilize his own guard company to fill the gap.

Ji Yufeng, a veteran who had been wounded in the Battle of Songhu and returned to the army, was now serving as the company commander of the guard company.

Under his leadership.

The guard company engaged in close combat with the Japanese troops who rushed to the position.

The submachine gun's bullets were quickly used up.

Then the officers' pistols ran out of bullets.

The ensuing battle turned into a duel of bayonets and broadswords.

The blood and mud mixed together, turning the entire battlefield dark red.

Company Commander Ji Yufeng, who led the charge, had several deep, visible wounds on his body.

But he was completely unaware and just kept hacking madly.

Until he was stabbed through the body by several Japanese soldiers with bayonets, he still held on to one of them tightly and bit off his throat with his teeth.

Fierce and fearless, it was precisely because of such sacrifices that they successfully repelled the Japanese attack despite a 1:3 troop disadvantage.

After the battle, more than half of the soldiers in the guard company were killed, and only thirty of the more than ninety soldiers were left able to fight.

The rain gradually subsided, but the sky became even darker.

Soon, the sky became completely dark.

The atmosphere in Bao Zhishan's command post was extremely tense, almost suffocating.

Lin Yi walked quickly into the command post and said, "Commander, I just received news that Captain Ji has died. There are only about 30 people left in the guard company."

Bao Zhishan was startled, then nodded slowly: "What are the current casualties in each camp?"

Lin Yi continued to report: "Today, the entire regiment suffered 470 casualties, with more than 300 sacrificed. Currently, there are only 330 combat-ready soldiers left in our main battalion. The battle line is already in a precarious state."

The Thirteenth Regiment had actually reached its limit.

If there is no effective support, it will only be a matter of time before we are completely defeated.

Bao Zhishan was quite helpless, as the entire newly formed 11th Army actually only had one reserve unit, the 16th Regiment.

The combat effectiveness is still relatively poor.

Bao Zhishan turned around and asked, "Director Lin, how do you think we should fight next?"

"Commander, the defense line of our newly formed 11th Army is a bit too long."

"Although the exchange rate is very good if we continue to fight this kind of war of attrition, the Japanese have much more troops than them."

"I wonder what the higher-ups are thinking about this?"

Bao Zhishan began to consider whether to disobey military orders and lead his troops in a final and desperate counterattack.

Refers to the sudden commotion outside the institute.

Then, a guard rushed in with an excited look on his face, his voice trembling with excitement: "Commander! Commander! It looks like Commander Chu!"

"What?!" Bao Zhishan suddenly stood up from the ammunition box.

He could hardly believe his ears.

This is the front line, and it is the most tense battlefield in the entire Mindang outer defense line.

How could Commander Chu come to such a dangerous frontline in person?

He staggered out of the command post and saw a familiar and tall figure surrounded by several armed guards, walking towards his command post amid sporadic artillery fire.

Chu Yunfei was still wearing his general's uniform, but this time he was also covered in mud.

In addition, there was a large group of soldiers behind him.

It was obvious that he did not come alone, but brought reinforcements.

He saw Bao Zhishan and nodded slightly. His voice was calm but carried an unquestionable sternness: "Captain Bao, you have worked hard. How is the situation at the position?"

Bao Zhishan only felt a warm current flowing through his body.

All the previous depression and anxiety seemed to disappear the moment he saw Chu Yunfei.

He stood at attention suddenly, saluted with a standard military salute, and said in a hoarse voice: "Report to Your Excellency! I, Bao Zhishan, have been ordered to defend the front line of the army!
The Japanese attack was extremely fierce, and three or four out of ten of our left wing positions had been captured.

But please rest assured, Commander, all the officers and soldiers of our Thirteenth Regiment are determined to live and die with this position!"

Chu Yunfei's eyes swept across Bao Zhishan's blood-soaked military uniform and his soldiers who were equally exhausted but had firmly held their positions. A hint of approval and regret flashed in his eyes.

"Captain Yu."

"Have!"

"Let your men take over the defense."

"Yes!"

Yu Xiaoqing, the commander of the 16th Infantry Regiment, didn't say a word of unnecessary nonsense.

He immediately took his subordinates to take over the defense of the 13th Regiment.

Chu Yunfei got straight to the point: "You fought very well. Now we don't need you to waste time here any more. Pack up your equipment and take your people to the training ground in northern Myanmar for reorganization. The new 48th Division will be your next designation, and you will temporarily serve as the acting division commander."

Bao Zhishan was confused.

Chu Yunfei walked towards the command post: "Pengcheng, tell Zhishan what's going on."

"Yes!"

Zhao Pengcheng stepped forward and directly put the map in his hand into his hand: "The convoy has been arranged. The injured will be transferred to the main hospital in Mandalay after simple treatment."

"No, can the 16th Regiment hold out? And what is the situation with the newly formed 48th Division?"

Zhao Pengcheng stood aside and continued to explain: "Your Excellency just reached an agreement with Kunming some time ago."

"The original Yunnan Army's Yu Division was reorganized into the New Thirteenth Army. The commander is Yu Zhixing, the father of Commander Yu. The New 48th Division will be incorporated into the New Thirteenth Army."

"Yu Zhixing is a warlord general under Long Yun. He has some influence in southern Yunnan. The construction of northern Myanmar still needs him to contribute more. So we can't just let our people make contributions in this battle. We also need to share some with other friendly generals."

"But the Fifth and Sixth Armies..."

Bao Zhishan scratched his head. The Fifth and Sixth Armies had been fighting for so long, how could they be allowed to reap the benefits?
"Your Excellency has already negotiated with the Fifth Army, and will negotiate with the Sixth Army after the battle is over..."

In addition, on the day He Jingzhi arrived in Myanmar, Chu Yunfei had already reached a corresponding consensus with him.

Liu Bolun's troops of the newly formed 28th Division were equipped with American weapons.

This is the price Chu Yunfei paid.

The newly formed 29th Division will be fully centralized and will continue to be led by Zhang Lingfu.

However, the order of changing equipment is after the newly formed 28th Division.

In addition, if there is a suitable opportunity in the future.

Chu Yunfei also wants to help Liu Bolun, a student of the third class of Huangpu Military Academy, to make further progress.

You know, Southeast Asia is very big.

Troops are needed everywhere, and garrisons are needed to maintain law and order.

The troops of four armies alone are barely enough for the Burma direction.

Expansion is imperative, and accordingly, there are still many military positions.

Chu Yunfei naturally would not feel any anxiety because of his promise.

Although He Jingzhi had many disagreements with Chu Yunfei, he was willing to trust Chu Yunfei in this regard.

After all, Chu Yunfei is from Shanxi.

But it’s different from Yan Laoxi.

He did everything he had promised before.

Chu Yunfei was even making relevant preparations as he had promised to Bian Fucheng and other Northeastern soldiers to take them back to the Northeast.

Otherwise, he would not be concerned about the current situation in North China, nor would he communicate frequently with the headquarters of the Second War Zone Commander, and continue to communicate and maintain relations with the 18th Group Army.

anyway.

After arriving at the command post, Chu Yunfei immediately ordered the accompanying engineering company to reinforce the command post.

Bao Zhishan doesn't care about these things, but he has to.

If such a command post were to encounter a bombing by the Japanese, eight lives would not be enough to sustain it.

Soon, Zhao Pengcheng and Bao Zhishan walked in.

They saw the writing and drawing on the battle map.

"Your Excellency, are you planning to fight back as well?"

Chu Yunfei nodded slowly: "Yes, but not now. We have to wait until Qiu Qingquan's troops of the New 22nd Division advance 15 kilometers and defeat the infantry regiment in front of the 33rd Division. Only then will our New 11th Army be able to be in a favorable position."

"And our artillery shells are still being transported. Because of the road conditions, the artillery shells that were originally scheduled to arrive at the artillery position within two days will take at least three days."

Bao Zhishan stood silently aside, while Zhao Pengcheng discussed with him the common tactics and ideas of the 18th Division's current attack.

Chu Yunfei's consciousness soon immersed itself in the three-dimensional combat map again.

Carefully observing the Japanese army's attack direction and troop deployment, while quietly waiting for the 16th Regiment's troops to take over the defense.
(End of this chapter)