Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

At the foot of the mountain, in the Japanese temporary command post, the three men discussed for a while but still could not reach a conclusion.

Finally, Ono, the youngest of the three, spoke up: "Matsugi-kun, Ikeda-kun, now that we know the true intentions of these Chinese, let's not rush to attack. Just send a small number of troops to contain them."

"The mountainous area on the left is vast and can hide a large number of troops, as well as their heavy artillery. Therefore, we can report this to the division commander and have him coordinate with the Imperial Air Warriors to carry out indiscriminate bombing of that area."

"Once we defeat them, it will be much easier for us to pursue them..."

"Yoshi, Ono-kun, you've given us a new idea. It's decided." Matsumoto said excitedly.

He was well aware of the importance the commander and division commander attached to the independent brigade, so he was not surprised at all by the coordination problems with the air warriors.

The three devils did make the decision, but unfortunately they were greeted by heavy artillery fire from the Third Regiment.

The artillery parameters of the two artillery positions of the Third Regiment had been adjusted at this time, especially on the heavy artillery side. Battalion Commander Liu Ze was ready to fire covering artillery in the first round, so he did not choose to test fire.

"3.2.1...fire!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

With Liu Ze's order, seventeen grenades were fired instantly, and then continued to fire more than 200 shells within a minute. Not to mention the Japanese, even a god would not have time to react.

As soon as he took action, Wu Mazi's artillery positions also took action, and a large number of shells whizzed towards the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

Inside the Japanese command center, three old Japanese soldiers who had finished their discussion were waiting for a reply when they suddenly heard the sound of a shell breaking through the air. They were all stunned.

"Baga, bombard!"

Boom boom boom...Boom boom boom!

Matsumoto closed his eyes in pain, and finally he was fooled...

At this time, a large number of Japanese soldiers gathered at the foot of the mountain, and almost every bombing hit the target. On the contrary, the Japanese army brigade halfway up the mountain was still safe for the time being.

150-caliber grenades, mortars, and infantry gun strikes caused violent explosions to fill the area several kilometers below the mountain.

In the field combat situation, the exposed infantry cluster is simply disrespectful to the independent brigade, and it has become a one-sided massacre.

At least half of the Japanese troops were engulfed in the fireworks produced by the explosion, including the three regiment commanders of the temporary front-line command.

Within two minutes, the Third Regiment's artillery bombardment never stopped. Nearly five hundred grenades and thousands of artillery shells were fired at the Japanese by the artillery battalion soldiers.

Of course, the Japanese soldiers were not stupid. They could not stand or lie down to be bombed. After only four rounds of artillery fire, about one or two minutes later, the surviving Japanese soldiers began to react one after another and began to flee quickly.

However, by this time, Wu Mazi had already ordered the charge and sent a message to stop the shelling.

A few dozen seconds later, a loud military bugle sounded, and all the main soldiers of the Third Regiment quickly rushed out from everywhere. Naturally, the first to suffer was the remaining brigade.

They did try to flee in various directions, but unfortunately they failed to escape and were eventually blocked by the soldiers of the Third Regiment who rushed down the mountain. In just ten minutes, an entire battalion was wiped out by the soldiers of the Third Regiment.

With snipers and a large number of M60s and Type rifles, a battalion of Japanese soldiers were like tofu in front of the main regiment soldiers, and they would break into pieces at the slightest touch. Moreover, these Japanese soldiers had also witnessed the tragic situation at the foot of the mountain, and they had even less fighting spirit.

Seven or eight kilometers outside Shizhao Mountain is the temporary command post of the 36th Division.

Lieutenant General Wudeno paced back and forth anxiously. The brief exchange of fire, the requests from several wing commanders to coordinate air support, and now the violent explosion, all gave him a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"Bakayaro, those Matsumoto bastards, what the hell happened up there? They didn't even bother reporting the situation to the division headquarters!"

It's no wonder that Wudennan was angry. As a commander, he had lost the news of the main force and could only worry.

After a while, the artillery bombardment on the distant mountain ended. Without thinking too much, Mudenko ordered directly: "Hiraga-kun, send the cavalry brigade to the front battlefield to see what's going on."

There was such a loud noise from the artillery fire on the mountain, and then several of their regiments lost contact at the same time. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was extremely anxious at this time.

Staff Colonel Hiraga took the order and left. In fact, it was not only Mudeno who was anxious, he was also very worried.

A few minutes later, the cavalry battalion of the 36th Division headed straight towards Shizhao Mountain along the road, and soon encountered their defeated soldiers.

Looking at the defeated soldiers in front of him, the cavalry captain Chang Gubalang was immediately furious and cursed "Bakayalo". He then forced the defeated soldiers to stop and began to inquire about the specific situation.

After a while, with the Japanese soldiers' intermittent narration, Changgu Hachiro finally understood the situation.

Without thinking much, he directly ordered a soldier to go back and report, and then led the team to charge down the mountain.

Finally it was their turn, and he was unwilling to give up the opportunity to make a contribution. As for the chief of staff's instructions to be cautious, it had long disappeared from his mind.

Although his mission was just to find out the situation, he thought it was a rare opportunity.

A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. He is already a lieutenant colonel. The next step up is colonel, and he is only one step away from major general.

What's more, cavalry has the advantage of speed. As long as he can make merit in this battle, or even capture the commander of the independent brigade, his promotion is not a dream at all.

Da da da!

Bang bang bang!

Just as the Japanese cavalry were rapidly approaching the foot of the mountain, the soldiers of the Third Regiment were already clearing the battlefield at the foot of the mountain. The defeated Japanese were not their target, as there were people over there to deal with them. They had to collect the spoils first.

Ten minutes later, the Japanese scout reported to Changgu who had stopped, "Captain, the Chinese are cleaning up the battlefield."

The Japanese scout's words immediately made Changgu excited. His chance had come.

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

Changgu drew out his command knife and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Japanese cavalry began to charge. The distance between the two places was only two kilometers, and the charge only took a few minutes.

The Japanese soldiers raised their sabers and shouted "Ban Zai". Soon they rushed to the soldiers of the Third Regiment hundreds of meters away.

At this time, the soldiers on guard of the Third Regiment, who heard the noise, set up their machine guns and began shooting at the Japanese cavalry.

It is true that the Third Regiment was cleaning up the battlefield, but with so many Japanese soldiers here, it was impossible for them to be unprepared, so they set up two companies of guard forces on the periphery, which happened to run into the Japanese cavalry.

Da da da!

The soldier in charge of the M60 opened fire first, followed by the Type 92 light machine gun and the Type heavy machine gun, which fired at the Japanese.

At this point, Changgu's dream seemed to be shattered. He saw the soldiers who were charging at high speed falling down one after another, and then the warriors following behind were tripped by those in front.

In just a dozen seconds, more than half of his team of more than 300 people were killed.

As more and more enemies joined the battlefield, he found himself surrounded by the enemy.

The Japanese cavalry was indeed fast, but not faster than the bullets of the soldiers of the Third Regiment, especially the lightweight machine gun like the M60, which was very easy to deal with the Japanese cavalry.

Changgu had no other choice at this time. He had already rushed to the enemy with the remaining troops. Even if he didn't want to fight anymore, it was too late.

He could only swing his saber, ready to fight the enemy to the death.

The other surviving Japanese soldiers obviously had the same idea. Their charge was still useful. When they came into close combat, many soldiers were killed by their sabers.

However, after a brief contact between the two sides, the area ahead was filled with the bodies of their own people and potholes, and their speed was soon restricted.

After the Japanese lost their speed advantage, the soldiers of the Third Regiment felt relieved. They held their guns and began to shoot the remaining Japanese cavalry. After only a few minutes, Changgu was riddled with attacks and fell to the ground regretfully.

The 36th Division's first attack ultimately failed. When Staff Officer Hiraga handed the loss report to Mudeno, Mudeno was completely stunned.

Of course, there was nothing he could do except curse "Bakayalo".