The sky was gray, and the cannon blasts in the past few days had filled the southeastern part of Fengtian City with dust, so this rain was just in time.
"It's raining, it's raining," Tao Jinquan and other Japanese soldiers came out of the shell-proof hole and cheered uncontrollably while stepping on the muddy water.
If you fall within the encirclement of the Fengtian garrison at this time, death will come at any time, but as long as the rain does not stop, you no longer have to worry about those damn aircraft of the China Army coming overhead at any time to drop bombs.
How many of them are there these days?
People died in the bombing of the China Air Force.
If it were not for the aircraft of the China Army, how could the Kwantung Army be in such a state?
"It's raining, the gray sky, the jungle in the rain in the distance, this scene is so similar to my hometown on the outskirts of Kyoto."
When Xiao Jin Tatsuzo stretched out his hand, the gloves that were supposed to be white were now covered with mud and blood. , because of the injury to his left arm, when he stretched out his hand, his hand was shaking slightly.
"Yes, it's true.
We haven't been back for a long time since we arrived in Northeast China.
The green grass, drizzle, and cherry blossoms in our hometown.
Maybe after this battle, we won't have to worry about this problem anymore."
Matsushita Qingyu He said with a wry smile, as an infantry captain, he would naturally not be as blindly optimistic as those ordinary soldiers.
At this time, he had lost contact with the wing headquarters and division headquarters, and there was no sign of reinforcements coming in from the outside.
Matsushita Qingyu knew very well what this meant.
The Kwantung Army had indeed suffered a disastrous defeat.
Their Japanese army had been surrounded.
There might be other friendly forces that had fallen into the encirclement of the Chinese Army, but this was not important anymore.
The main force of the Kwantung Army was completely lost in this battle.
There were no troops available from Lushun and Dalian for the time being, and it would take time to gather troops domestically.
It was raining at this time.
Although the China Army's planes could not be used for a while, it also meant that it was more difficult for reinforcements from North Korea to reach Fengtian in a short time and rescue them from the encirclement.
At this time, trapped in the encirclement, they were almost at the end of their rope.
Bombs continued to fall in the muddy water.
Even if it rained, the artillery of the Chinese army never stopped, firing several shells at the Japanese positions intermittently.
It prevented the Japanese troops from resting and also acted as a deterrent.
Matsushita Seiyu was already used to this scene.
Even other Japanese soldiers have become accustomed to it after a few days.
Most of the sick and wounded can only hide in the muddy anti-gun holes.
The wounded grunts and sounds of pain were biting away at the morale of the other soldiers, and the clothes on their bodies were so wet that they could wrung out water.
In late September, the weather in Fengtian was quite cold, and the north wind was blowing in waves.
It was still a little warmer inside the relatively musty shell-proof cave.
Matsushita Kiyoshi waded through the muddy mud in the trench and stuck his head into the shell-proof hole of the trench.
What he saw was pitch black, and several numb and desperate faces.
It was hard to imagine that a few days ago, these people's faces had looked so different.
With an expression of excitement and fanaticism, they came with the attitude of conquering everything, but the cold and cruel facts slapped them hard several times on the face mercilessly.
The pungent fishy smell penetrated the nostrils, There were inflamed wounds and excrement from spending all day in the trenches. kill The Chinese army in the distance rushed over with high morale in the rain.
Boom boom, boom, boom, as always, in a somewhat lame-looking formation, a series of artillery shells came over.
The Chinese army's artillery shells seemed to be free.
Matsushita Qingyu now became a When he was a soldier, the instructor who taught him told them to save every bullet in his hand and try to kill an enemy with one bullet, because Japan's resources are poor, and as a soldier, you must learn to save ammunition. .
But the Japanese army on the opposite side didn't seem to have this worry at all, and even their artillery shells could be wasted wantonly.
Hearing the shouts of killing from the Chinese army, a large group of Japanese troops got out of the shell-proof hole and prepared to block the attack.
There are still more than half of the ammunition belts on the machine guns, but the ammunition boxes are empty.
Although they are saving ammunition, due to the consumption of war, especially in the fierce battles like yesterday, they lost contact with the lost regiments and the logistics team was also destroyed.
After being dispersed, they unfortunately no longer had any source of ammunition, and some soldiers even picked up Liao-made rifles of the Chinese Army to fight back.
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Looking at the attack formation of the Chinese Army in the distance and the poor coordination of infantry and artillery, Matsushita Seiyu and other Japanese troops could hardly accept the fact that they were defeated at the hands of such a group of soldiers.
If you give them some more ammunition, With enough artillery fire, they can easily defeat the Chinese army in front of them.
Bang, bang, each Japanese shooter calmly fired back at the approaching Chinese army.
The soldiers' superb shooting was taking away the lives of the Chinese soldiers.
But retaliatory artillery fire from the opposite side quickly poured in.
Three artillery rounds killed the two soldiers who had just been shot.
There was also a reinforcement soldier, and the lives of two corporals were wiped out.
Among them, the soldier was a young fellow of Matsushita Qingyu.
Matsushita Qingyu could feel that the artillery of the China Army was growing up fed by such ammunition.
"Hurry up, little monkeys, don't you know how to use the machine guns in your hands?
Are you sure which direction the bullet came from just now?
It's more than 300 meters away.
Under machine gun cover, the infantry rushed more than 40 meters and got down.
Guo Youde's voice almost became hoarse.
If there were not those veterans of the 7th Brigade in the battalion, Guo Youde even doubted whether he could continue to fight the Japanese army with these rookies.
If the old team of the 7th Brigade were drawn up, this small position in front of them would have been captured long ago.
Guo Youde didn't understand why these guys who filled up the 2nd Provincial Defense Brigade in large numbers were drawn up to feed the Japanese army with bullets, but it cannot be denied.
Under the constant stimulation of blood and death, the survival skills and will of these soldiers are also growing rapidly.
The soldiers of the 7th Brigade were naturally not withdrawing to the second line to rest and recuperate at this time, but were performing more important tasks.
One group, led by Zhou Dafu, pursued and fiercely pursued the less than 1,400 remaining troops led by Ben Fanzhuang, annihilating as many enemy troops as possible.
The mortar company is rushing to Liaoyang to make final arrangements for Jiang Li to hold Fengtian City in the next few months.
With the defeat of the main force of the Kwantung Army, most of the South Manchu Road has been temporarily controlled by Jiang Li.
It is extremely convenient to use trains to move troops south.
While the Japanese military positions in the encirclement were gradually shrinking, in the continuous sound of rain, through the car window, Liaoyang County was already visible from a distance.
The huge smoke pot was an oil pressing plant recently established by Japan.
Since the Russo-Japanese War, After that, Japan bought real estate and opened factories in various parts of Northeast China, especially Fengtian.
However, after the defeat of the Kwantung Army, all of these are facing an unprecedented crisis
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