Quartermasters can also fight the devils

The commander of the 68th Regiment, Colonel Kensaburo Nono, was holding a telescope and leading the remaining officers and soldiers of the 68th Regiment to wait in the back. Once the night attack troops of the 3rd Battalion rushed into the defensive positions of the Chinese army, the remaining troops of the 68th Regiment would all rush forward and try to break through the defensive positions of the Chinese army in one go.

However, Colonel Kensaburo Nono, commander of the 68th Regiment, knew that the 3rd Battalion's plan to ambush the Chinese army's defensive positions had failed. The Chinese army's mortar attack meant that the 3rd Battalion's ambush had been discovered by the Chinese army's observation post on the defensive position, which was ten minutes earlier than the attack time he had previously scheduled.

On the defensive positions of the new 100th Division, all officers and soldiers were shooting hard, and everyone maximized the firing rate of their weapons. At the same time, the troops on the second line also joined the defensive positions, strengthening the sniping firepower on the defensive positions.

Especially the mortars of the new 100th Division, whose firing parameters had been marked in advance. The firing rate of the mortars caused very heavy casualties to the charging troops of the rd Battalion of the th Regiment of the Japanese Army in the dark. This charging road was a road to hell for the officers and soldiers of the rd Battalion. Every moment, a large number of officers and soldiers were knocked to the ground by shells and bullets.

The captain of the 100rd Battalion, Major Kato Heizo, fell face down on the muddy charge road with his command knife in his hand. Heavy machine gun bullets from the new th Division's defensive position had several large holes in his body, and his blood had dyed the surrounding snow red.

With the death of Major Kato Heizo, commander of the Japanese 100rd Battalion, the night attack troops of the 100rd Battalion gradually disappeared in front of the defensive positions of the New th Division. Among them, about a small team of officers and soldiers of the rd Battalion rushed to the defensive positions of the New th Division.

But the number of Japanese officers and soldiers who rushed to the New 100th Division was too small. They braved the hail of bullets and finally rushed to the defensive positions of the New 100th Division. Then they sadly discovered that they had to face the bayonets and swords of the New 100th Division officers and soldiers who outnumbered them by dozens of times.

Those Japanese officers and soldiers who rushed to the defensive positions did not even last five minutes before they were all wiped out like chopping melons and vegetables by the officers and soldiers on the defensive positions of the new 100th Division, without even a wave being created.

Colonel Kensaburo Nono, the commander of the 68th Regiment who was watching the battle from behind, slowly put down the telescope in his hand. He knew that his Third Battalion was gone. The Chinese army on the opposite side was definitely the elite among the elite. Judging from the firepower of the Chinese army's defensive positions just now, this was an elite army. His Third Battalion was too miserable. He should not have rashly sent the entire Third Battalion to launch a night attack without figuring out the strength of the Chinese army on the opposite side. Now, his 68th Regiment only had half of its troops left.

It would be difficult for his 68th Regiment to enter Changsha City before the 18th Regiment. Even the commander of the 68th Regiment, Colonel Kensaburo No, had a feeling that his troops might not be able to break through the defensive positions of the elite Chinese troops on the opposite side, let alone enter Changsha City.

At the same time, a hope arose in the heart of Colonel Kensaburo Nono, commander of the 68th Regiment. He hoped that the Chinese army that the 18th Regiment faced would also be an elite force. In this way, everyone would be in the same situation, no one would laugh at anyone else, and everyone would have their share of credit for occupying Changsha City.

After the gunfire on the defensive positions of the new 100th Division stopped, troops were sent out to leave the defensive positions and clean up the battlefield in front of the positions. After all, these were all shining oceans and a lot of military merits. It would be a pity if they were blown to pieces by subsequent artillery shells.

Wang Ergou and the big dark squad leader were carefully cleaning the battlefield with their rifles with bayonets fixed. Just now, the battalion commander said to them with a smile on his face that he would definitely ask the division commander for credit for them, and he promoted their military ranks directly on the battlefield, which made the two of them giggle.

However, the task of cleaning up the battlefield also requires caution. Who knows if there are any Japanese soldiers who are not yet dead? It would be inappropriate to avoid being ambushed by the Japanese soldiers at that time.

"Sergeant, there is a high-ranking officer here with a command knife." Wang Ergou stood beside the body of the captain of the Third Battalion, Major Kato Heizo, and stabbed the captain's body several times with his bayonet. After he was very sure that the Japanese soldiers on the ground were dead, he picked up the command knife on the ground and shouted softly to his squad leader.

The squad leader, a dark-haired man, walked to the side of Wang Ergou, then bent down and turned over the body of Major Kato Heizo, the captain of the Third Battalion, and then carefully touched the body, while whispering: "Ergou, this is a senior Japanese officer. Look at the shoulder badge. You can get a lot of rewards from the company commander if you take it back. Let me see if there is anything valuable on him. These are all our spoils of war."

When Wang Ergou heard the squad leader say that this was a high-ranking Japanese officer, he squatted down and helped the big black man to start touching the corpse. After a while, the captain of the third battalion, Major Kato Heizo, was stripped to a pulp by the two men. Wang Ergou looked at the body of Major Kato Heizo, the captain of the third battalion, who was wearing a loincloth, and muttered, "This broken thing is really no good. It looks too small. Tsk tsk, it's totally no good."

The big black squad leader was overwhelmed when he saw the documents he had searched from the captain of the third battalion, Major Kato Heizo. To him, who could barely recognize a few Chinese characters, these documents, all in Japanese, were like a mystery. But the big black squad leader knew very well that if he handed these documents in, he could at least get a pack of cigarettes in return. If they were confidential documents, then the reward would be even greater.

Indeed, when the big black guy handed in the personal documents, military rank and uniform of the captain of the 3rd Battalion, Major Kato Heizo, the quartermaster in charge of statistics directly gave the big black guy a pack of cigarettes and said to him in a friendly manner that after the division commander signed, the bonus would definitely not be reduced.

The documents on the person of Major Kato Heizo, the captain of the Third Battalion, were indeed very important intelligence for the Chinese Army and even the Ninth War Zone. They were important intelligence that the Japanese Eleventh Army was running out of ammunition due to changing its combat plan and lengthening the front line.

When this important information was passed to Commander Xue of the Ninth War Zone Command, he exclaimed: "Although this is only the weight of a piece of paper, its value is more important than 10,000 machine guns."