Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

The Japanese's revenge came quickly, but unfortunately it had no effect at all. The artillery battalion commander was not stupid. He moved his position after firing five rounds of artillery, giving the Japanese no chance to fire.

After the artillery bombardment, the area below the mountain was in chaos. A large number of wounded soldiers were lying on the ground wailing with no one to take care of them. The Japanese and puppet troops who went up the mountain could not wait for support and had to flee.

Naturally, the company commanders had no reason to let the Japanese go, and directly ordered to continue the pursuit.

As the entire third battalion rushed down the mountain, a group of surviving Japanese soldiers panicked. After barely holding off for a while, they simply abandoned the wounded and fled, leaving a large amount of supplies behind.

As for the puppet troops, it was impossible to expect them to fight alone, and they were the first to run away.

"Clean up the battlefield, destroy all the heavy ones, hurry up!"

Seeing the Japanese fleeing, several company commanders stopped chasing them and ordered the soldiers to collect supplies.

The reserves of a regiment were still good. With the assistance of the soldiers of the third battalion and the militia, a large number of guns and ammunition were transported back to the mountain.

When Konoe Masao received the news, he could not believe his ears. Not long after, the Japanese regiment commander returned in a panic with the officers of the front-line command headquarters, which made Konoe Masao so angry that his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Bakayaro, you have failed to live up to the trust placed in you by the Emperor. You have lost an entire regiment of warriors in just a few hours. You have brought shame upon the Imperial Army! Are you still worthy of being called warriors?"

This one sentence made the Japanese officer who had just returned feel extremely ashamed and embarrassed. It was really embarrassing.

The regiment commander Hattori Taro's face turned purple. He always considered himself a samurai, and he was so embarrassed to be scolded by the division commander.

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, for the glory of our warriors, I am willing to lead the brave warriors of the 415th Regiment in a Banzai Charge, and dye Shizhai Mountain red with the blood of our warriors!"

Konoe Masao looked at Hattori Taro with cold eyes as if he were a dead person.

The 415th Regiment has not yet sorted out its losses, and many brave warriors have not yet returned to the troops. However, judging from the battle report, the enemy suffered a heavy artillery attack, and there is no doubt that the losses of his 415th Regiment must have been significant.

After thinking for a moment, Konoe Masao said, "Hattori-kun, you are a true warrior. Go, gather your men, and drown those Chinese people in blood!"

Konoe's words completely announced Hattori Taro's death. Hattori Taro knew very well that he would never come back and there would be no accidents.

But he had already said it, and there was no point in regretting it. He could only bite the bullet and continue.

After Hattori led his men away, Konoe Masao looked at the commander of the 418th Regiment, Naito Hideyoshi, and said, "Naito-kun, detach a battalion from your regiment and command the puppet troops to follow. These Chinese are a waste of food if they are alive. Let them consume some of the independent brigade's ammunition!"

When Naito Hideyoshi heard this, he immediately bowed and agreed. Hattori Taro's life was already in countdown, and he didn't want to offend the division commander at this time.

"Kinwei-kun, request air warrior support from headquarters. At the same time, coordinate with the mountain artillery attack. We must capture the Lion Mountain position today. If we fail, we will retreat."

Wudeno was unwilling to fail like this, so he prepared to make one last gamble.

Konoe Masao clearly shared the same thought. He walked out of the command center, his eyes fixed on the direction of Shizhao Mountain. After a long pause, he said, "Muden-kun, it's time to launch a general attack!"

He still has the Eighth Brigade in his hand, and he can launch a surprise attack from the east side of Lion Mountain at a critical moment, so he still has some confidence.

Boom boom boom!

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the Japanese army's final attack began under the leadership of Hattori Taro.

The guards could abandon Hattori, but he could not mistreat the remaining soldiers of the 415th Regiment, so he directly provided them with the most intense artillery fire for their desperate charge.

At the same time, on the other two battlefields, the 36th Division and the Naito Regiment also launched attacks on Shizhao Mountain at the same time, and the whole mountain became lively again.

On Hattori's side, before the artillery fire spread, he had already drawn his ancestral samurai sword, resolutely issued the order to attack, and rushed to the third battalion's position first...

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

"Sakazai!"

"Long Live His Majesty the Emperor!"

A group of people shouted and charged towards the soldiers of the third battalion, but what greeted them were a large number of artillery shells and bullets.

Da da da!

Da da da!

Hattori's first echelon was directly subjected to fierce machine gun fire. Groups of Japanese soldiers were knocked down. The Japanese soldiers' bravery was nothing in front of the bullets.

The old Japanese soldier Hattori got what he wanted. He was rushing in the front and was shot into a sieve by a volley of machine gun bullets. As expected, he fell in front of the position.

Bang bang bang!

Da da da!

The Japanese also began to fire at the third battalion's position. Soldiers were hit from time to time and blood was flowing all over the ground.

The Japanese's desperate charge was not mindless. It was a continuous charge that would not stop until one was dead. Either they would take the position, or they would all be killed.

Naturally, this also brought a lot of pressure to the Third Battalion. Seeing that the situation was bad, Wen Jiayi sent a telegram for help to the regiment headquarters.

Wu Mazi received the report from the signalman and without much thought ordered, "Telegram to the reserve troops to support the western battlefield!"

As he spoke, he looked at Yang Zhenhua and asked anxiously, "Have you made any arrangements? The Japanese have sent a large number of puppet troops, and now we are in a tight spot on both sides. If you have any trump cards, hurry up and use them!"

He was very sure that Yang Zhenhua must be hiding some secrets, especially where those heavy artillery had gone.

Yang Zhenhua thought for a moment and finally relented: "Old Wu, I did secretly transport the heavy artillery to the Eighth Route Army, but this was arranged by the brigade commander, and I don't know the specific time of the operation."

It was indeed because of this reason that he didn't say it before, and Gu Changfeng had told him not to mention it before he came out, so he didn't say it.

But now that the Japs have launched a general attack, he feels there is no need to hide it from Wu Mazi.

Wu Mazi thought carefully for a moment and said directly, "Report the detailed battle report to the brigade commander again and order the artillery battalion to provide support on the battlefield at any time!"

Pingding, at the temporary command post of the independent brigade, Gu Changfeng had a smile on his face, which made Huang Zhengkui a little confused.

After a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Brigade Commander, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Changfeng looked at Huang Zhengkui and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing, Old Huang. The time has come. You can lead the team to provide support."

He stood up and left the command center with several special forces personnel.

The war is about to end, and the Japanese are no longer able to turn the tide. As for how many Japanese can survive this battle, this is no longer controllable.

In short, the enemy's encirclement and suppression by several divisions will surely cause heavy casualties, and even Taiyuan will not be able to hold on any longer...