The huge losses of Matsumoto and Kimura's divisions had driven them crazy, and even the Japanese command in Central China sent a telegram of inquiry.This made the two division commanders feel embarrassed, and what made them even more annoyed was that their old rival Shibata Kazuo had also called to join in the fun, asking if they needed help.The head of the Kimura Division, who has always maintained his gentlemanly attitude and strives to make himself a polite British gentleman, scolded after hanging up the phone.If you pull over a Chinese street old lady, the two of them have a fighting posture.The two of them could fully imagine Shibata Kazuo's smug appearance, which caused them to vent all their anger on the Chinese defenders on the other side.But they could not cross the river, so they ordered all the weapons that could fire at the opposite bank, and even the officers were required to take the Wangba box to the bank of the river and fire at the opposite bank.The coke broke the defenders on the other side of the river, who dodged the frenzied artillery fire falling from the sky, and couldn't wait to lie down in the shooting holes of the bunker to peek at the Japanese troops on the opposite side going crazy.The range of bullets is limited, and even heavy machine guns can't threaten the cooking squad soldiers washing vegetables on the riverbank, let alone those who are 38 big covers.If it weren't for the fact that there were still artillery flying in the sky, the Chinese defenders would have wanted to form a group to stand on the bank of the river and sing a song at the opposite side, singing a song for the heroic behavior of the Japanese friendly troops who did not care about bullets, and cheering them on by the way.The Japanese soldiers were also helpless, they had been busy all night fighting fires, and now they were ordered to do such things that would only be ridiculed by the Chinese.They can only wait for the rest of the troops to rotate them and end this stupid act as soon as possible.After a lot of commotion, perhaps the two division commanders were much calmer and ordered the troops to stop all attacks.There was no way, if they wanted to cross the river, then they continued to chop wood and bamboo, because they found that even their more powerful opponent, Shibata Kazuo, did not seem to have a good way to cross the river, and they were currently looking at the defenders on the other side of the river.In this era, there were no advanced mechanized armed forces responsible for building bridges, and those who wanted to cross the river either bypassed or forced crossing.But the water level of the Huai River is very high, and it is almost nonsense if there are no boats to force crossing.The devils, who claim to be the greatest army in Asia, can only look at the river and sigh at the moment, they have become a bunch of landlubbers.But when the Japanese soldiers stopped for a while, the Chinese defenders, who had been held in the trenches and dodged the artillery fire for most of the day, could not hold back.They spontaneously stripped off their shirts, braved the risk of freezing and falling ill in the cold to the river, and walked hand in hand to the river, happily making all kinds of provocative movements towards the Japanese troops on the other side of the river, and the singing was even more earth-shattering.The Japanese didn't think so at first, but gradually they also understood that the squadron on the opposite side was mocking them.Some of them also showed their big snow-white butts and made all kinds of obscene moves against their sacred military flags.The Japanese are angry, and this is still worth it.It's not that we don't want to go over, it's just that we can't get over it for the time being.You were really afraid of you, so the Japanese artillery continued to bombard.The Chinese defenders were very interested, and as soon as the Japanese cannon sounded, they immediately scattered and rushed back into the trenches.As soon as the Japanese artillery stopped, the defenders, who had not yet performed enough, continued to rush to the river, and all kinds of mocking movements were called doing as much as they wanted, and those who could sing even sang in public.So the shelling, the people left.The cannon stopped, and the people came again.Standing on the other side of the river, the devils could only stare dryly, watching the defenders on the opposite side burn their military flags, but the cannonballs could not blow them up, and the air was as high as the sky.It went on and on until midnight, when the Chinese defenders felt tired, or they felt that the light was too dim for the devils on the other side to appreciate the essence of our Chinese art, so they all died down and went back to sleep.And the devils were first burned by the fire, and then by the defenders on the opposite side, and they were tired enough to choke on this day.Although there were constantly reserves coming to replace them, the Japanese army, which had almost been hollowed out, finally stopped at night.For the first time in the days since the beginning of the war, the banks of the river were so quiet.You can even hear the sound of insects chirping on both sides of the strait, which makes this battlefield that is supposed to be your life and death form a strange scene.In the dead of night, military vehicles drove on the potholed road.The blinding lamppost broke the dark silence and headed for the Japanese frontline position on the bank of the Huai River.This is a transport wing, because it is close to the Chinese New Year, so the logistics department specially sent condolences and fresh food to the soldiers on the front line, and even sake.Although the Japanese no longer celebrated the Lunar New Year like the Chinese after the Meiji Restoration, they changed the first day of the new year to January 1 of each year according to Western custom, and the last day of December was designated as Chinese New Year's Eve.But this is China after all, so that the soldiers on the front line feel Chinese New Year, and the top brass of the Japanese army feel that they do not care about the soldiers.So according to their own standards for celebrating the New Year, they sent holiday gifts to the soldiers.This would boost morale and allow the Japanese to integrate into local customs.Because the Japanese army wants to occupy China for a long time, it still has to understand some Chinese New Year's customs.The night before, a transport brigade had just been attacked by a squadron on this road, so much so that it was almost wiped out.But a day later, an even larger convoy passed through the area, but the Japanese were not at all worried.Because no one would believe that the squadron after robbing a transport brigade and attacking two divisions of Matsuki and Kimura would dare to come out.At least they Japanese will not, and since they will not, then with their habitual thinking, the Chinese will naturally not either.The captain of the transport wing came to the formation in person this time, and like the captain of the transport brigade before, his hands tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and the handle of the knife supported his body.Before leaving, he was ashamed to say to those colleagues in the logistics department.The squadron had better not be touched by him, or he would have chopped off the opposing officer's head with this katana with his own hands.The wing commander came from a samurai family, although he worked in logistics and transportation from the time he entered the military academy until he served in the army.But he has always had the heart of a samurai, fantasizing that one day he can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.The vehicle was bumpy, and he was also dangling like the captain of the transport brigade a day ago, but he looked more like an old monk at the moment, his eyes were closed, and he had the demeanor of a martial arts master."
Your Excellency, Wing Commander, we will soon be at the location of the accident.We are not.Let the front-line troops send someone to pick it up," the adjutant reminded his commander in a whisper.The captain of the transport wing didn't open his eyes, but chuckled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Just a few people, if they come, I will use my command knife to cut off the heads of their officers." ”The adjutant swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but said in his heart that it was this line again, can't you change something else, you can say this sentence when you meet people, is there only this sentence left in your mind But he still sat back silently, after all, the chief had already made it clear.There was a strong sense of oppression in the Japanese convoy, especially the closer it was to the site of last night's accident.They were all given weapons before they came, but they were logistics troops, and their training was not like that of the soldiers on the front line, which was mainly based on transportation.They had never been on the battlefield, and even if they could shoot, they were still a little timid in the face of those fierce Chinese soldiers.The deep depression gradually turned to fear, as the friendly soldiers who fled back spoke.The Chinese soldiers who attacked them were all grimaces, similar to mountain spirits and ghosts, otherwise how could they wipe out a large group of them in a short time.They also heard that a squadron of the Kimura Division was wiped out by those Shina people.He also drank the blood of the soldiers of that squadron and hung them on a tree like dried corpses.Every time I think of this, I look at the darkness around me, and the devils squatting on the truck chill all over my body.There is always the illusion that a ghost will appear behind them at any time, and then bite into their neck to suck blood.Rumble..Just as the fear was spreading rapidly, a terrifying explosion suddenly sounded.The explosion shattered the silence of the night, and the five trucks at the front of the transport wing were immediately plunged into a thick sea of fire, and the people on them were immediately turned into dead bodies.The convoy behind braked sharply, and at this moment, the wing captain, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes suddenly.He felt a strong battle intent permeate his body, and the hand holding the knife became even stronger.But just as he wanted to rush out of the car, his body was only halfway turned, and his hand had not yet touched the handlebar.The muzzle of a black hole suddenly protruded from the window, and without giving him any chance to be surprised and panicked, it directly shot the ambitious wing captain in the head with a bang.This Top Gun, the wing commander who was ready to fight the squadron commander in a samurai manner, did not even touch the door handle, and was sent back to his hometown with a shot in his dream.Almost at the same moment, countless black figures suddenly rushed out from both sides of the road.The figures were stretched over a long distance, almost one in twenty or so paces, and the distance between them was just as long as a truck.The men had a clear goal: to rush to the truck when the explosion in front of them blocked the convoy.Regardless of three, seven, twenty-one, stepping forward to the devil's cab is a random shot.The other person went to the back of the truck and shot at the car again, without even giving the devil a chance to react.After all, the number of people who can rush out is limited, and it is impossible to cover all vehicles.This is, after all, a wing transporter, long with almost no end in sight.But to everyone's astonishment, the transporters threw down their weapons and fled, moments after hearing the explosions and gunfire.They were afraid, they were afraid of encountering those ghostly mountain spirits who drank blood, and the Japanese army, who had not yet been attacked, just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.And at the same time as the explosion sounded, Matsumoto almost nervously bounced off his marching bed.Ran out with a bitter face, looked at the direction of the explosion, and almost wailed: "Why are they again":