It has been a critical moment to block the enemy from this road.

Company Commander Jiang led the team to block the front, which also bought time for the main force, but he didn't know where the main force had arrived and how long it would take. Can his company complete the task?

Fortunately, in the anxiety and fighting hard, there was finally exciting news. The vanguard rushed to Chenzhuang to set up defense and sent someone to contact Company Commander Jiang.

Seeing Company Commander Jiang and some soldiers coming from afar, Battalion Commander Li quickly came up and shook hands with Company Commander Jiang enthusiastically, "Oh, Jiang, thank you for buying us time for the defense. It's not easy."

"Haha, Battalion Commander Li is polite." Company Commander Jiang asked anxiously: "How about it, all the fortifications have been dug? When will the other troops of our regiment arrive?"

Battalion Commander Li pointed out to Company Commander Jiang and said, "Relying on Chenzhuang, we are repairing fortifications. I placed a company on the front position, another company was on the reserve team, and the last company was on the flank, preparing to attack sideways to reduce the pressure on the main position. Our regiment will be able to arrive in three hours at most. Now that you are here, I feel more at ease."

Company Commander Jiang smiled and said, "Put the troops I brought into the army, this is a tough battle."

"The enemy is already quite tired. As long as it reaches dark, they have to stop attacking. We can gradually compress and turn the defense into offense." Battalion Commander Li said.

"The Imperial Army is not worth worrying about. The main reason is that the more than 200 Japanese devils must be dealt with seriously." Company Commander Jiang said thoughtfully: "The side attack must be organized well, so that the Japanese devils can disperse their troops and restrain their full attack."

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On the road, the Japanese and Imperial Army continued to search and advance, and they were covered in smoke and dust and dust, and their faces were tired.

The Imperial Army was even more unbearable, in a dilemma and staggering.

Carrying heavy equipment and heavy nail boots, long-distance marching and fighting in the scorching sun and choking yellow dust was a physical torture for the Japanese and Imperial Army.

As the soldiers of the Imperial Army with poor physical fitness fell one after another and were abandoned into the ditch beside the road, dissatisfaction and boredom grew among the Imperial Army. It was only because of the tyranny and viciousness of the Japanese devils that they bit the bullet and continued to rush on the road numbly.

Fujisawa was not feeling relaxed than his subordinates. Seeing the strength of the troops weakened, he was very upset.

He could naturally see the soldiers' fatigue and once wanted to give the troops some rest and rectify them.

But time is tight. If you cannot meet with friendly forces before dark, sleep in the wilderness, wait until the enemy surrounds, and wait until the enemy is fully arranged, it will be a disaster.

Moreover, soldiers should not be sympathetic. They exist only as tools to realize the will of the superior. He repeatedly commanded himself in his heart: to remain calm, to strengthen his confidence, and to defeat the enemy in front of him.

There was a sudden noise behind him. Fujisawa turned around and looked at him. Two Japanese men fell to the ground with heatstroke, foam was splashed in their mouths, pale faces, hands and feet were spasming, and several health soldiers were first aiding.

As soon as he walked in, a sour smell of vomit rushed into his nostrils. He suddenly felt dizzy, his stomach and intestines stirred rapidly, and he almost vomited.

He forced himself to support himself, and did not cover his nose with a handkerchief. He bent down to observe the patient and waved his hand and asked someone to lift him down.

When he straightened his waist, his whole body was shaking slightly. The Japanese stood there without moving, their faces were exhausted, their expressions were terrified, and their eyes were sluggish, as if they were worried that this bad luck would come to their heads.

Fujisawa pondered for a moment, ordered the troops to slow down and take the opportunity to recover their strength. It is not possible to stop and rest. Once they fall, they will not be able to get up again in a short time.

He felt that due to fatigue and endless harassment and attacks from the enemy, the troops' agility and fighting spirit were declining sharply. However, his strong driving away from his subordinates, he had already made the soldiers tired and disgusted.

After all, soldiers are also human beings and have the ability to think. If you forcefully close your eyes and prevent them from thinking, it is self-deception.

With such a depressed mood, dragging such a tired body and colliding with the enemy in front of you head-on, it is indeed something worth seriously considering.

At this time, Fujisawa regretted that his troops had entered the bandit area a little too deeply. Of course, this was not entirely his responsibility, because he was already the third commander to be replaced.

As for the first two commanders, Fujisawa, he could only curse: Damn China Gunner!

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The early summer sun is tilted to the west, and on the burning earth, there is only an occasional tree that has a trace of precious shade.

"... Decisive battle, decisive battle, the expected decisive battle from the beginning of the sweep has finally begun. Judging from the intensity of firepower and the combat quality of soldiers, the troops in front are indeed the main force of the Eighth Route Army. They waited for their work and blocked the road of our army with their construction..."

Fujisawa dictated the telegram to the staff in a tired voice, "It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and our army is launching a fierce attack, striving to defeat the current enemy before dark."

In the distance, the shouts of killing were accompanied by artillery fire and gunfire, limbs, soil, and blood flew into the air.

Under the supervision of the same tired Japanese, the tired Imperial Army launched an attack on the positions of the Eighth Route Army under the cover of artillery fire.

However, the enemy still encountered a really difficult opponent. In front of the position, the defenders here were like a huge rock and a nail, which almost without exception caused their several charges to be severely defeated!

Before we knew it, the position was covered with bloody corpses, which was extremely shocking to the Imperial Army.

Fujisawa held up his telescope and did not put down his hand for a long time. A medium-sized village house collapsed, and thick smoke and fire were still emitting. However, the enemy was still resisting tenaciously, using ruins to block the pace of his army's advance.

And behind the village, although there were no few enemies on the surface, Fujisawa knew that all the movements of the enemies were basically relying on crisscrossing ditches.

It turns out that this is not only an obstacle to the advance of the mechanized troops of the Imperial Army, but also a ready-made trenches gathered by the movement of soldiers. In this way, whether it is retreating or increasing troops, it can effectively avoid the killing of artillery fire.

Moreover, it is obvious that the enemy sets up deep defense, and even if it can break through the village, it is still not smooth.

The gunshots and explosions continued, but Fujisawa could hear the machine guns responsible for covering the charges intermittently, and the officers holding pistols and commanding knives continued to fall to the ground.

There are not only one or two enemy gunmen. They are targeted and targeted attacking valuable targets with cold guns, which is also a target with great influence on their own troops.

Fujisawa was secretly shocked because he found that the enemy on the opposite side had abandoned the common tactics of avoiding the real and attacking the virtual, and chose to fight head-on.

Behind this change, Fujisawa realized his bigger plan, although he couldn't believe that the enemy could completely eat his own troops.

The sound of gunfire suddenly came from both sides. In order to relieve the pressure on the frontal positions, the Eighth Route Army began to send troops to attack the enemy sideways.

Fujisawa looked at the watch and it was already eighteenth.

The intensity of the battle was unexpected. Although the Japanese's individual soldiers were generally better than those of the Eighth Route Army soldiers, because of the concealment of fortifications, the defense side always had to take advantage.

Moreover, the Japanese were quite tired, which invisibly made up some shortcomings. What the Japanese have now had is their artillery fire, which is more than several times that of the Eighth Route Army.

Therefore, the Eighth Route Army responsible for blocking the enemy suffered heavy casualties, especially after most of the village fortifications were destroyed.

After the third charge was repelled, Fujisawa's severe order was passed down.

During the fourth attack, the Imperial Army, which was in the middle of the attack and was disheveled, was sent to the defense of both wings. The Japanese officers gasped and commanded their soldiers to start a wave attack formation.

This formation is also called a three-stage impact, which actually arranges the soldiers in the attack into three to five scattered lines and alternately strikes forward under the cover of artillery fire.

If a scattered line is defeated, the remaining soldiers forming this scattered line will retreat behind and reorganize; if the casualties are too great to form a new scattered line alone, these scattered soldiers will join the last scattered line to strengthen the troops there.

In short, it is to advance forward over and over again, thus giving the opponent an endless sense of attacking troops, thereby destroying the enemy's confidence and breaking through the enemy's defense line.

This wave-type attack formation was claimed to be invincible in the early days of the invasion of China. In fact, under the repeated impact of this formation in the first few years of war between China and Japan, few Chinese troops could withstand this almost endless crazy attack.

Killing one thousand enemies, losing 800 to himself. Under the repeated attacks of the enemy, Battalion Commander Li has repeatedly increased his troops to the first line of defense. The enemy suffered great losses, and there were also many casualties here. Both sides were actually persisting desperately. This was a fierce battle to compete for strength and even a fierce battle to compete for will.

Fujisawa's hands were trembling, and the two of them were also nervous and solemn.

"Retreat to the second line of defense?" Battalion Commander Li looked at the continuous impact of the Japanese devils that had already made the defense line crumbling, and he couldn't help but breathe in and say to the instructor.

"Yes, take it down first!" The instructor nodded vigorously, "The Japanese are desperate, and the village fortifications have basically been destroyed. It is best to avoid the Japanese's aura."

With the issuance of the retreat order, the firepower of the second line suddenly increased. The machine guns and rifles fired together, and the first line defensive troops fired fiercely, temporarily repelling an enemy's straggler line, immediately withdrew from the village and retreated quickly backwards.

"Play a big splash and continue to attack, and don't give the enemy time to breathe and adjust." Fujisawa immediately roared and issued an order when he saw that he broke through a line of defense.

The Eighth Route Army's fortifications were also very simple, or they were adapted to local conditions. The trenches were blocked and used as trenches.

After the Japanese broke through the village defense line, they screamed and rushed out of the village, and then charged forward. This speed was affected and the momentum of the charge weakened.

At this time, fierce gunfire suddenly burst out from the frontal fortifications and the woods on the left. The fierce fire of cross fire caused the enemy's charge to fail again.

After the readjustment, the enemy sent the cannon fodder Royal Assistant Army to charge in front, followed by two scattered lines of the Japanese, and launched another attack.

After the artillery was adjusted, shells poured into the Eighth Route Army's positions. Explosions came one after another, and large masses of soil were raised and dazzling flashes burst out.

The light and heavy machine guns fired together to protect the enemy from attacking forward.

Yamamoto, who was bandaged, had a bandage wrapped around his head, and personally directed it and rushed forward.

"Bang hook!" The gunshots did not attract attention, but they were the end of the life of the old Japanese devil.

"Bang hook!" Another gunshot sounded, and the heavy machine gun that was roaring fiercely stopped abruptly. The Japanese machine gunner lay on the machine gun with blood on his face.

"Bang hook!" The Japanese squad leader who was waving the command knife finished his roar and screamed, fell down on his back, and threw the command knife out.

Taking advantage of the Eighth Route Army's blocking time, Chen Chen and Yu Baogen finally arrived from the field and quietly started a sinister sniper attack after blocking the position.

Continuous casualties and the chaos of the enemy is inevitable, although only very short-lived.

The enemy shouted, and under the cover of artillery fire, they continued to attack and advance, gradually approaching the blocking position. The heavy machine guns stopped and were still spraying flames.

The blocking Eighth Route Army seemed to be suppressed, the enemy had rushed to within fifty meters, and the distance was still shortening.

Suddenly, the enemy felt a darkness on his head, and a black grenade flew out of the trench ahead and smashed it head-on.

Ah, ah! Looking at the grenade that hit the head and fell on the feet, even the well-trained Japanese soldiers were frightened and screamed at death.

"Boom boom boom..." The continuous explosions were connected, and the metal storm instantly submerged the enemy.

The smoke of gunpowder rose, the broken limbs and arms were broken, the guns were broken, the helmet was thrown up, fell down, and then exploded.

The heavy blows, screams and howls brought to the enemy by continuous grenades one after another.

Fujisawa held up the telescope and swallowed hard, staring at the enemy's position. The anger ejaculated in his eyes seemed to be willing to burn all the enemies in front of him to death.

It was getting dark, and it took Fujisawa to put down his telescope and looked up at the crescent moon, which had appeared in the crack of the bright red clouds in the west, and his heart was slowly sinking.

After fierce battles, the troops suffered great losses and the Imperial Army was even more depressed. Moreover, the troops were already quite tired, and they became stronger and weaker. It was difficult to organize a fierce attack like before.

The night is getting darker and darker, and the distance of sight is unclear, and the advantages of our own artillery fire will not be fully utilized. Fujisawa deeply feels that he is facing an increasingly difficult and dangerous situation.

Attacking can only cause the exhausted soldiers to die again; resting on the spot may cause more and more enemies to surround them; seeking help, eager to block the friendly forces of the enemy attacking the county town, so they must return at night.

"Report to your Excellency." The artillery officer interrupted Fujisawa's thoughts, and his words were anxious, "Your Excellency, there is not much ammunition left..."

"Baga!" Fujisawa angrily interrupted this inappropriate subordinate who was worried about the morale of the army, and wished he could shoot this bastard.
Chapter completed!