During the Anti-Japanese War, the landlord's stupid son defied fate

The Japanese captain was filled with fear and despair at this moment.

His original high fighting spirit had long since vanished, and he no longer had the courage to continue fighting.

At this moment, the only thought in his mind was to ensure the safety of the remaining soldiers and bring them back to the camp safely.

Otherwise, the heavy losses in today's battle would make it impossible for him to report to the commander of the wing, and he might even suffer severe punishment.

Time passed minute by minute, and every minute seemed like a long year to the Japanese soldiers.

Finally, after a full hour of retreat, they finally left the battlefield safely.

However, many Japanese corpses were left on this land.

They lay in all directions, as if telling the story of the fierce and cruel battle that had just taken place.

The Shanxi provincial defenders, who had been closely chasing the Japanese, stopped the pursuit and slowly withdrew to their positions when they saw that the enemy was gradually moving away and the situation had stabilized.

Although the enemy forces were not completely wiped out, this successful blocking still dealt a heavy blow to the invaders.

When the disheveled Japanese captain returned to the camp, what awaited him was not comfort and encouragement, but the regiment commander's angry roar and a loud slap in the face.

"Baga! You useless bastard!

How exactly did you direct this battle?

It is simply a disgrace to our Imperial Japanese Army! "

The regiment commander paid no attention to the actual situation on the battlefield, but just kept blaming the battalion commander for failing to win, causing him to lose face in front of the division commander.

Not only that, not long ago, the commander of the 5th Division called him personally.

A stern and urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

“We must strike hard tomorrow!

If we still can't achieve satisfactory results, we'll have to switch to another squadron!"

The division commander's tone left no room for doubt, because the time given to them by the North China Front Army was running out.

They are under tremendous pressure, and every minute and every second is extremely precious.

However, it is worth mentioning that the amount of heavy equipment they were equipped with this time was quite large.

Unfortunately, the captains on the front line did not have direct command over those tank companies and artillery regiments.

Due to the lack of effective unified dispatch and coordination, the cooperation between the various troops seems unfamiliar and not tacit.

Faced with this situation, the wing commander said with a feeling of grievance.

"Hey, Captain, I know it all, but it's not my fault!"

Although he felt that he was very innocent, he was unable to speak out his true feelings clearly.

In fact, this incident cannot be entirely blamed on him alone.

After all, the enemy has powerful artillery support and air superiority, and its combat effectiveness is not inferior to theirs.

However, in terms of individual soldier quality, they may be slightly better.

However, the other side had a large number of people, and this advantage to some extent made up for the gap in individual soldier capabilities between the two sides.

"Hmph! You don't have to care about what others do. The responsibilities others bear are their own business, but the responsibilities you need to shoulder belong only to you!"

The captain said with a stern expression.

Then he waved his hand to signal the captain to go and rest.

In fact, he knew in his heart that what the other party said made sense, but how could he easily agree with it?

At the same time, just after those hateful Japs hurriedly evacuated, Chief of Staff Wang, who was in the garrison command headquarters with a serious face, quickly drafted and sent an urgent telegram to the Air Force.

The telegram clearly required them to ensure that the aircraft were fully loaded with ammunition and sufficient fuel, and to remain on standby at all times, ready to take off and engage in combat at any time.

What Chief of Staff Wang didn't expect was that the Japanese didn't come out to attack, which saved the planes from taking off.

Time passed quickly, night fell quietly, covering the earth.

After a whole day of fierce fighting, the Yangqu area finally returned to peace.

However, the brutal battle that took place here today has come to an end.

Those arrogant and domineering Japanese soldiers suffered a heavy blow and defeat this time, but in contrast, the brave and fearless defending troops also paid a huge sacrifice, with many casualties.

In the hospital in the rear, busy medical staff are racing against time to provide intensive and orderly treatment to the wounded.

It is worth mentioning that the large amount of precious anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics used for treatment were generously provided by Zhao Gang.

Moreover, this time he donated these life-saving drugs to the front line for free without reservation.

This kind of righteous act undoubtedly established a good image within the headquarters, and many officers and generals were deeply grateful to him.

The reason why Zhao Gang made such a decision was to reduce the number of casualties among soldiers as much as possible.

Because these brave and fearless soldiers are also the indispensable backbone of the country.

Properly protecting them is essentially safeguarding the security and dignity of themselves and the entire country.

As night fell quietly, Zhao Gang just learned the details of the battle that day.

Overall, he was quite satisfied with the results achieved that day.

However, with his years of experience and keen insight in the battlefield, he knew that the current good situation would probably not last long.

After all, those cunning and brutal Japanese invaders will never give up so easily and abandon their aggressive offensive.

Therefore, all Zhao Gang can do now is to pay close attention to the development of the war, especially to whether there will be any disturbances or unexpected changes in the Yangqu direction.

If the defense line there really collapsed under the heavy burden, causing the Japanese to advance like a tide and march faster than imagined, then he would have to intervene decisively and do his utmost to prevent Longcheng from falling into the hands of the enemy.

Because once the city falls into the hands of the enemy, he will be in an extremely passive and unfavorable situation.

But if things go against his wishes, and even if he tries his best he still cannot turn the tide, then the only option left may be to continue fighting hard in the surrounding areas.

However, it is difficult to say whether we can hold our position for a long time and successfully resist the enemy's fierce wave after wave of attacks.

By then, perhaps we will have to adopt flexible and changeable guerrilla tactics in order to have a chance of survival and achieve the strategic goal of long-term resistance against the enemy.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking and the sky in the east was turning pale, the hateful figures of the Japanese appeared on the battlefield again.

This time, they dispatched a powerful air force, an aggressive tank regiment and a powerful artillery regiment. The three coordinated with each other and launched a fierce attack on one point.

And this location is exactly the area where the fierce fighting took place yesterday.