The fat man found that there were really a lot of little devils this time, and they pounced on them from three directions at the same time, all over the mountains, and the black pressure could not be seen, and there were four or five thousand people.
Facing more than ten times the Japanese army, the fat man knew that if he continued to fight, the 300 or so people under him would definitely be wiped out.
So, the fat man ordered Lao Chen to take 200 men to withdraw to the ambush site behind, and he himself led the rest of the men to continue to hold their positions and cover their evacuation.
Lao Chen refused to live or die, the fat man persuaded him for a long time, and finally got angry, so Lao Chen reluctantly led people to withdraw from the position.
Captain Sato confidently commanded the troops to attack Niushou Mountain, he did not believe that the national army holding the position on the opposite side was an iron man, and even if it was an iron man, it would not be able to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of aircraft and artillery.
Sato saw through the telescope that the national army on Niushou Mountain had begun to retreat, and now there were only about 100 people who remained in the position to desperately block them, and it seemed that it was time to launch a general attack.
At this time, Sato finally showed his killer weapon, this is seven or eight new tanks that have just been put into the battlefield, fast, thick armor, fierce firepower, with the current artillery equipped by the national army, it can not penetrate the shell of this tank at all, it can be described as a super fortress on land.
At this time, the soldiers of the national army were struggling to support themselves on the position, and in the face of more and more little devils, the fat man gritted his teeth and shouted: "Brothers, hold on for a while, and when Lao Chen and them are far away, we will retreat." ” Suddenly, a sharp-eyed soldier shouted: "Regimental commander, look, tank" Hearing this, the fat man was full of excitement, his grandmother's, the little devil even dispatched a tank, no, he had to withdraw quickly, otherwise it would be too late.
Thinking of this, the fat man immediately ordered everyone to retreat back under alternate cover.
In an instant, more than 100 people withdrew from Niushou Mountain in an orderly manner.
A few minutes later, the Japanese poured into the trenches in a tidal wave, loudly celebrating their hard-won victory.
Seeing this, Sato was very happy, and when he looked at his watch, it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, two hours ahead of the time set by the division commander, and he definitely exceeded the task.
As is customary, Sato should ask the commander of the Watanabe Division whether the wing should stay put or continue to pursue the remnants of the enemy.
But Sato was a little floating, because he had just taken up the post of wing commander, he was bent on showing his face in front of his colleagues and letting people know that not only did he do a good job as chief of staff, but he also had no problem being the chief officer.
Sato saw that it was still early, and there was fire support from aircraft, so he was hot-headed, and he didn't even ask his superiors for advice, and ordered the troops to pursue the remnants of the Shina army in three directions.
Most outrageously, Sato also asked his subordinates to carry forward the spirit of the imperial bushido, and strive to advance to Guanghuamen before midnight and become the first officer to reach the city of Nanjing.
At this time, a relatively calm Shao Zuo raised an objection: "Your Excellency, the Chinese often say that the poor are not chasing, I think it is best not to pursue the Zhina army, because they are no longer worried."
What we have to do now is to hold our positions and wait for the division commander to arrive with a large force, and then it will not be too late to pursue. ” After hearing this proposal, Sato became angry: "Shimizu-kun, are you afraid that now the morale of our army is at its peak, just strike while the iron is hot, and take the outer positions of Nanjing City in one go, but you let me hide in the trenches and wait for the division commander, isn't this a shrunken turtle, how can you be an imperial soldier like this?"
Qing Shui was scolded by Sato, and retreated knowing that he was bored, Sato immediately issued an order to march on the whole line, and the troops attacked the hinterland of Niushou Mountain in three ways.
At this time, the fat man had already run three or four miles away, and he saw through the telescope that the Japanese army was chasing after him, and he thought that this task of luring the enemy into the deep was completed.
So, the fat man turned on the radio and reported to Zhou Wu: "Brigade seat, the little devil has taken the bait." ” "Okay, fat man, you guys did a good job, come back quickly, and when this battle is over, I will give you a credit for the regiment.
By the way, how many people do you have in your hands now?"
"Plus Lao Chen's people, there are less than three hundred, what's the matter, do you have a new task to give me?"
The fat man is a guy who is not willing to be lonely, if he is allowed to watch the excitement when others are busy dividing and surrounding and beating the little devils, it is estimated that he will be uncomfortable to death.
"Yes, you come back quickly, take a rest, and immediately plunge into the operation of encircling and annihilating the Japanese army, this time you have to tie my pockets tightly, and you must not let anyone go" As soon as the fat man heard that there was still a good show waiting for him, he ordered the troops to march quickly and arrive at the designated position quickly, otherwise he would not even be able to drink the soup, not to mention the meat.
At the same time, Ge Sanmin and Gao Xiangfa, who had been dormant at the ambush site for a whole day, were already a little impatient.
Especially Gao Xiangfa, he took a telescope and studied the dead grass and branches on the side of the road several times, but he still didn't wait for the little devil, the northwest wind drank a lot, and the boss was unhappy.
At this time, the person in charge of reconnaissance in front came to report that a team was running quickly towards them, Gao Xiang was overjoyed, hurriedly greeted Ge Sanmin, and then ordered the troops to prepare for battle.
When this army approached, Gao Xiangfa realized that it was the fat man, and he was annoyed that he called the scout and severely criticized him.
"What use do you say, you can't even tell the difference between yourself and the little devil, is it true that your brain was kicked by a donkey."
Half an hour after the fat man passed, Gao Xiang saw that the little devil still hadn't come, and finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned on the radio and reported to Zhou Wu.
"Brigade, the little devils haven't moved yet, are they not coming, brothers have been lying here without food or drink all day, or let us withdraw for the time being, eat something to warm up and come again" As soon as Zhou Wu heard Gao Xiangfa's words, he was angry: "Old Gao, you are confused, the devil is almost to you, prepare for battle immediately, don't talk about eating and resting, even and pull me in the crotch of my pants, understand?"
Gao Xiangfa heard that the little devil was about to arrive, so he quickly put down the radio, picked up the binoculars and looked around, but found nothing, everywhere was empty, and there was nothing.
The location of this ambush is very good, with hills of about 100 meters on both sides, and a winding road leading to Guanghuamen in the middle, the road is not wide, just enough for a truck.
And the place where Gao Xiangfa is located is even more condescending, with a wide field of vision and almost no obstruction, which is really an excellent choice for ambushes.
Just when Gao Xiangfa was anxious and wanted to scold his mother again, the scout suddenly ran over and reported: "Regiment commander, the little devil is here" "How many are coming," Gao Xiangfa asked impatiently.
"I don't know, anyway, it's a lot, we can't count them, there's no way, we can only run over and report first."
The scout panted, sweating uncontrollably, looking tired. t1706231537: