Rebirth of the National Marshal

The difficult Songhu front

It's basically like this on the battlefield. You don't have any time to think. You can only choose to use your part of the troops to kill the enemy. Just like now, when a valuable target appears, you have to use your precious artillery. Although these artillery may be killed immediately, if you don't use them, you will most likely lose them later.

Lu Jiasheng was a real man. To him, it was always about shedding blood but not tears. Now his eyes were really wet. His army had lost too many people. So many people had followed him for many years and none of them had died. But now too many people had died because of the Japanese. One-third of the people in the entire infantry division could not return home.

"Commander, another mountain artillery regiment of the Japanese has come up from the left. Judging from the artillery shells just fired, the enemy has no less than 30 artillery pieces. If we don't have artillery suppression, our brothers in front will be in real trouble." A guy ran in from outside. This guy looked like an African. His whole body was black except for his teeth, where a little white could be seen. The military uniform on his body had lost its original color and was smoked black.

The guy who came in was the commander of the main regiment of Li Jiasheng's army. His regiment had lost more than 20% of its troops in yesterday's battle, but there was no way. There was no time to send them down for reinforcements. Now he could only let his troops continue to hold on there.

"I say, kid, do you want some supplies again? I have nothing here. The last ten boxes of grenades this morning are the last ammunition left in the entire division. If you want more, I can only give you my pistol bullets." Lu Jiasheng secretly wiped away his tears when he said this. The brothers in the artillery had already sacrificed their lives. If they wanted to give some support to the front-line troops, they could only start with light weapons, but there was nothing left in the ammunition depot.

It’s not that the troops on the front line consumed their weapons and ammunition faster. They were already using them very sparingly. But their supplies were too few. Each soldier had only fifteen rounds of bullets a day, and any more than that would basically be gone.

How could such a small amount of bullets be used? Every fierce battle requires a lot of bullets. Another thing that is in great shortage is grenades. Each soldier is only issued two grenades a day. If the number exceeds this, the Military and Political Department has no way to supply them.

This is really asking too much. They want us to fight here but we don't have enough weapons and ammunition. How can we fight? Look at the Japanese devils, they have plenty of everything. What can we use to fight them?

The Central Army on the front line is still very good. At least their weapons and ammunition supplies are much stronger than those of the local armies. However, they are still far behind the Japanese. Although they have a good number of light weapons, they cannot compare with the Japanese in terms of heavy weapons!

"Commander, I really have no other choice. You can see what my soldiers are using. They are all weapons that have been repaired with other things. Take these rifles for example. They are all outdated Hanyang-made ones. The rifling has been worn out. My brothers are all good marksmen, but what can they do in the end? Because of their weapons, they can't kill the Japanese devils at all. Those Japanese devils are just making trouble with them. If their guns and ammunition are better, how could they let the Japanese devils show off here?" Speaking of the brothers who had just died in the battle, her tears came out. It is said that soldiers bleed but not cry, but they are not stone after all, and they have feelings for their brothers.

Especially his bodyguard, who served as his bodyguard for eight years. He did not die on the battlefield, whether it was the Central Plains War or the warlords' melee, but died in the war against the Japanese!

His guard died so unjustly, dying under the Japanese artillery shells. If our army also had artillery shells, how could the Japanese devils be so presumptuous? Where had our artillery gone? He came to the division headquarters to ask what was going on with the artillery regiment and why they didn't provide them with support when the war broke out. When he came over and saw the bodies of the artillerymen, he didn't say anything, because it turned out that all the artillerymen in their division were dead.

"Reporting to the division commander, this time the Japanese devils have been beaten back, but our casualties are also very heavy. More than 800 brothers have died, more than 400 brothers are no longer able to fight, and there are more than 1,000 lightly wounded. If we don't get support from above, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold our position." Another regiment commander came in from outside and said.

In just twenty minutes of fighting, more than a thousand brothers were unable to continue fighting, and more than eight hundred died. For their infantry division with less than 1 people, this is already a very heavy loss. If they don't get reinforcements from above, they will really lose this position in the afternoon. In fact, even if they lost the position, it can't be blamed on them, the disparity between the enemy and us is really too great.

"Bullshit! You clearly have a reinforced company of 300 men under your command, but you haven't given it to me since the war began. It's already this time, and the Japanese devils will soon reach Nanjing. If we still keep our own troops, our capital will fall sooner or later. By then, we will be ashamed of ourselves and all of us will be considered real men." Preserving one's own strength is what all local warlords will do.

No matter what kind of war it is, they will always leave a fresh force for themselves, otherwise they will not be able to control the army when they fail. This is also an unspoken rule that all warlords know. However, most of the infantry divisions have already taken out their last assets, and the guy in front of him still has one of his reinforced companies.

"Division Commander, I'm really not trying to preserve my strength. That reinforced company is the only regular unit we have. If we really retreat, they will be used as a cushion for our retreat," said the regimental commander aggrievedly.