Just when Song Yuhang was comforting himself, Lieutenant Xiao Guodong, the nominal deputy captain of this operation, ran to Song Yuhang with a happy face and said, "Commander, we have found the baby."
"Baby" hated others the most, and Song Yuhang, who let him guess, frowned unhappily Xiao Guodong found that Song Yuhang's face was a little wrong, and hurriedly handed a thick book to Song Yuhang, and only turned the page after taking the book, Song Yuhang was suddenly ecstatic, God, little devil's code book Song Yuhang, who wrapped the codebook in a raincoat and wanted to carry it in his arms just now, took it out again, tore off the front and back covers and a few catalogs, and threw them on the secret motor, and then knocked over a kerosene drum outside the door, looking at the fire Song Yuhang waved his hand and said: "It's time, retreat" Several officers immediately gathered the team according to the previous division of labor, and the team of 300 people was divided into three teams, front, middle, and rear, covering each other, Song Yuhang's plan can be said to be almost perfect, but in the final analysis, it is the people who carry out the order as an individual unit, and the early stage of the plan can be described as very smooth, but there is a certain degree of confusion in the ranks during the retreat.
Fortunately, the Japanese army also fell into chaos, and at this moment Song Yuhang was still annoyed that he failed to kill the Japanese general, but he didn't realize what a serious disaster his surprise attack had brought to the 55th and 56th divisions of the Japanese army.
The cause of the disaster was caused by the establishment of the Japanese army's combat units, and the existence of the Japanese army's front army and its subordinate corps-level units as strategic units only played the role of a base camp sounding barrel most of the time, and the real battle planning, implementation of tactical coordination, and logistical supply were all completed by the staff officers of the command headquarters at the division and regiment level.
This is because the Japanese army believes that only commanders and staff officers who are in the forefront can judge the rapidly changing battlefield situation and the situation of friend and foe in the most timely manner.
If the infantry wings and artillery wings of the Japanese army are limbs, then these staff officers, who are called the brains of the army by the base camp of the Japanese army, are the center of the Japanese divisions.
According to the practice of the Japanese army, except for a small number of professional staff officers who graduated from the Army University, most of the staff officers are required to have experience such as squadron leaders or group leaders Due to the stubborn defense of the 200th Division, Masao Watanabe proposed to attack Tonggu, and the 55th and 56th Divisions of the Japanese Army decided to merge the staff headquarters of the two divisions in order to fight together.
The heavy rain and the fierce fighting for several days made the exhausted Japanese troops relax their vigilance, because the vast majority of Japanese officers and men seemed that the 200th Division of Chongqing in the encirclement had not been wiped out if it were not for the new operational order from the base camp, and they did not believe that the Chinese troops in the encirclement, who had run out of ammunition and food, could still attack In disguise, it is said that the base of the Japanese army rescued Song Yuhang and others The heavily guarded joint headquarters was attacked and almost all the operational staff officers of the two divisions were killed, and this huge loss greatly damaged the vitality of the 55th and 56th divisions, and the staff system almost collapsed, and the 55th and 56th divisions were unable to recover until the end of the Burma campaign.
Song Yuhang's retreat plan also had problems due to the heavy rain, and the two 3 chariots that were scheduled to come to meet him disappeared for a long time, and the rear team that originally kept a distance of 100 meters also lost its way, and the soldiers who fell behind accounted for 20%.
Song Yuhang, who was walking on the side of the team, realized that even if he was a veteran with combat experience, he could not be used as a special soldier without systematic and strict training.
Looking at the daredevils who were struggling to move forward in the torrential rain without any sense of tactics, Song Yuhang sighed lightly, most of these soldiers came from the peasant class, and the meaning of the national government to them was that they were more than the tiger and wolf officials and more than the various harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, bringing them a miserable life and endless oppression.
It was precisely this that gave hope to the Japanese, who saw that the overthrow of the Nationalist Government was just a change of tax collector for China, so they came The Japanese thought wrongly, in the face of the murderous foreign invasion, these Chinese, who had long been bloodless, responded to the government's call one after another, took up backward weapons, and lacking weapons, training and support, they used their flesh and blood to resist the Japanese planes and artillery, so that the Japanese who had been talking about destroying China in three months still did not see a glimmer of hope after a few years.
Song Yuhang wiped the rain from his face, touched the code book in his arms, and picked up a soldier who fell to the ground, thinking secretly: "Is it too high for these people who are generous for the country and the nation, after all, it is indeed a little unreasonable to use the standards of the twenty-first century to demand ordinary soldiers in the twentieth century." ” Suddenly, the gunfire of the front team was loud, and the Japanese troops who were originally repairing between the ruins and broken walls ran into the streets, and in the face of the sudden QG situation, Song Yuhang decisively ordered that the distance between the teams remained unchanged and the original formation was maintained to advance in a surprise attack.
In the dark night when you couldn't see your fingers, the rain was pouring down, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and bullets and grenades that exploded from time to time.
Because the daredevils were all wearing Japanese military uniforms, and the heavy rain blocked the view, under the unscrupulous attack of the Chinese soldiers, the Japanese soldiers also began to fight back frantically.
When Song Yuhang tried to contact the front team, several Thomsons on the opposite side opened fire at the same time, hitting the two soldiers next to Song Yuhang.
Song Yuhang knew that the situation was completely out of control, let alone shouting, even the gunshots mixed in the wind and rain were faint and faint, and the changed gunshots made it impossible to tell that it was the shooting sound of that kind of weapon.
The reconnaissance team sent out successfully brought back a daredevils with a 1928 Thomson submachine gun and a wounded thigh "Where is the front team," Song Yuhang glared at Xiao Guodong, who had to follow him, with a pale face.
Xiao Guodong couldn't see Song Yuhang's face at all in the dark rainy night, I believe that even if he saw it at this time, he wouldn't care, he made up his mind from the beginning of the action, like a piece of dog skin plaster stuck to Song Yuhang, this guy who was a small director in Shanghai for 35 years before he became a soldier always believed in the speculative theory of holding the thigh, with the shrewdness of a gifted businessman, he bargained and said that the businessman was unwilling to buy his things, and he could also mix well in the logistics office of the 200th Division.
A little lieutenant should be at ease.
Song Yuhang is the male protagonist in Xiao Guodong's eyes at the moment, this scene has not ended yet, it is naturally right to follow the protagonist, and he believes that Young Master Song will definitely leave him a good way to go, but unfortunately he doesn't know that the Young Master Song in front of him is simply a desperate San Lang, and he is about to go to a dead end at every turn
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