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Fukutaro Nishiyama's judgment is very normal and very consistent with the current situation.

After the 23rd Division's strength was reduced twice, only one of its three infantry regiments still retained the combat effectiveness of a Type A division.

If they were stationed in Chifeng and Chaoshi respectively, the final result would most likely be that they would be completely eaten up.

Zhang Dabiao's Third Column was concentrating its firepower on attacking the 23rd Division Headquarters, and its advance was unreasonable.

All artillery, machine guns, and mortars pressed forward in a straight line. The straight line between two points is the shortest, and the target is clear: it is Fukutaro Nishiyama's headquarters.

No matter what tactics you need, the best tactic is to attack fiercely.

Form a sudden firepower, like a sharp knife pressing forward, the brave one wins when two meet in a narrow road, attack head-on and attack again.

After Zhang Dabiao exerted his ferocity, he managed to break through the defense line of the Japanese Type A Division.

The soldiers on the front line fought for their lives, rushed into the trenches, and fought with seven or eight Japanese devils with bayonets.

Because the trench was narrow, seven or eight Japanese soldiers were stuck together and couldn't cooperate.

One, two, three... they fought one after another, and their bayonets stabbed into the hearts of the devils.

At this time, his mind was blank, he had no rationality at all, and he couldn't even feel the pain. His adrenaline surged, his reaction was fast, his strength was great, and he stabbed seven or eight Japanese soldiers in a row.

"Platoon leader, are you okay, platoon leader?"

The comrades in the company jumped down, looked at Lao Zhao leaning in a pool of blood, and turned over his clothes.

Zhao Sanjin was a veteran from the New 1st Regiment, serving as a platoon leader in the column. He rushed to the front of the company during the assault.

The new recruits under his command were crying.

"I'm fine. This is all the devil's blood. Help me up."

I didn't feel any effort while fighting, but after killing the Japanese, my calves felt weak.

He took a sip of water, calmed down, and finally stood up.

"Xizi, pick up the Japanese grenade, call the comrades to gather, and continue to charge with me."

Picking up the Type 96 light machine gun on the ground, Zhao Sanjin spat and continued to kill the Japanese.

Covered in blood, he looked like a demon from hell, glaring at the Japanese with his eyes, scaring them out of their wits.

What a bullshit Type A division, we are fighting against the Type A division. People kept falling down after being shot, and more comrades stood up.

Holding a machine gun, he rushed towards the Japanese position.

The firing point could not be extinguished, so he crawled over with the explosive pack on his back and died together with the Japanese.

The explosion caused a bloody mess.

The artillery fire pressed in, and as the troops rushed forward, the muddy ground made it difficult to push the anti-tank guns.

The big guy in the team stood up, threw his arms out, gritted his teeth, tensed his muscles, and lifted it up.

He alone lifted and pushed the three to five hundred kilograms of anti-tank gun up the hillside.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the Japanese heavy machine gun. With a dull bang, the Japanese and the machine gun were destroyed by the shell.

The battle line was in jeopardy and could no longer stop the offensive of the Third Column.

On the frontal direction, they deployed seven or eight thousand men and concentrated all their firepower to break through the underwear of the 23rd Division.

The Japanese soldiers knelt down to the Third Column.

The old Japanese soldiers from the Type A Division screamed "Ahhhh" and rushed forward with bayonets in hand.

So what if it’s hand-to-hand combat? The Japs still have to call us ancestors.

Working in groups of three, they started with their swords and moved swiftly, easily picking up the enemy's rifles, lowering their legs and waist, and stabbing their enemies in the heart.

The submachine guns pressed forward with fire, the PPSh's firepower was fierce, and combined with the light machine guns, they harvested the battlefield.

The appearance of submachine guns broke the tension of the hand-to-hand combat. The Japanese were constantly shot into pieces, and blood flowed down their clothes.

The position was captured and more and more soldiers rushed up.

It was too late to retreat now. The Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed forward, entangled the Japanese infantry regiment, and threw weapons all over the place, covering the Japanese positions.

The sound of grenades popping continued, and the Japanese soldiers hiding in the trenches were scared to the point of wetting their pants. These were newly conscripted soldiers who had only been trained for three months.

Without the military uniform, he is just an underage child.

The bayonet was handed over from above and stabbed into his neck without any mercy.

Blood gushed out along the bayonet wound.

He was still a child, but he was first a Japanese devil. Anyone who is a Japanese devil should die.

The 23rd Division was caught in a tough battle, with more and more Eighth Route Army troops appearing above the front line.

Fighter planes appeared and bombarded the division's artillery positions, coordinating with the column's attack, turning the area behind the Japanese positions into a sea of ​​fire.

The sound of explosions is overwhelming. In such an environment, luck does not seem to be enough to guarantee your safety. You have to ask for the protection of gods.

The artillery fire was concentrated again, and the shells were loaded into the gun barrels one after another. The shells whistled and hit the Japanese camp.

The sound of the cannon was like thunder, the ground was shaking, and the sky was roaring.

The sound of tank tracks pressed into the Japanese bunkers, destroying them one by one with one shot.

The semi-permanent bunker fortifications could only stop the tanks for a short while. With the roar of the tank guns, the bunkers were blown to pieces.

Fukutaro Nishiyama's orders could no longer reach the front line, the telephone lines were blown off and the radio station was damaged.

Even the communications soldier was swept away by the blast, his head tilted and he fell to the ground.

The Japanese colonel put up a desperate resistance, took out his officer's knife and ordered the Japanese to charge forward and die in battle.

What greeted them were light and heavy machine guns. Under the bullet fire, the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another like leeks.

The corpses and blood were crowded together and gathered into a small river.

Horrible wounds and white bone fragments could be seen everywhere.

Some unlucky soldiers were scratched by bone fragments. After a simple bandage to stop the bleeding, they continued to attack.

Zhang Dabiao has to thank his comrades for instilling the word "reckless" in everyone. With a gun, a knife and grenades in hand, the world is mine.

"In the past, when the Japanese planes bombed us, our comrades could only keep their heads down and suffered heavy losses."

"The situation has changed now. We have aircraft support in the Suirecha Military Region. The Japanese Type A Division is no match for them. They were bombed and their brains were dizzy. They are no match for them."

Zhang Dabiao hated that he didn't have the chance to charge with a sword in hand. He still had to stand in the command center and deploy the reserve troops to the front line.

Another strike at the devil's tattered defense line.

With the cooperation of airplanes, tanks and artillery, the Japanese army suffered heavy casualties, and the puppet army suffered many casualties.

Everywhere you look, there is a mess of blood and flesh. The Japanese soldiers are piled up like a pyramid and are blown to death one after another on the battlefield.

The Chifeng front was defeated, the Chaoshi front was defeated, and Nishiyama Fukutaro's troops retreated to the rear and retreated to the Fuxin area.

He himself went to cause trouble for Matsuno Daikuma in a threatening manner, but the mere guard force did not even send any troops to support the front line.

The division suffered a tragic defeat, with countless wounded, and those who did not have time to retreat were killed by the Eighth Route Army.

There were corpses everywhere and wailing everywhere.

The two large columns met behind the front line, and after a brief rest, continued to advance.

The second-line troops in the rear cleaned up the battlefield and cleared out the remaining Japanese and puppet troops. The other two cities also needed troops to clean up, as well as a large group of traitors and puppet troops.

The Japanese retreated quickly, and after suffering heavy casualties, they voluntarily abandoned the city’s defenses and gathered in Fuxin.

The 23rd Division lost more than half of its troops, with more than 3000 casualties, and lost countless weapons and equipment.

The number of artillery pieces and heavy machine guns destroyed was incalculable.

It is no exaggeration to say that they have thrown away their weapons and armor.