Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Chapter 315: The Japanese Year-End Raid 4

In fact, with such heavy losses, the puppet soldiers could no longer be commanded. They squatted on the ground, staring blankly in a certain direction.

Feeling thankful, confused, and all sorts of other emotions.

Half an hour later, the old devil Tanaka finally spoke:

"Moriya-kun, request a squadron bombing run from division headquarters so the warriors can continue the attack after the bombardment ends."

There is no way not to fight. If he goes back like this, not only will he lose face, but he will also have no way to explain to the division commander.

He now understood where the Independent Regiment's bad reputation came from, but what could he do now that he had realized it? The casualties were already very serious.

In fact, he was already very cautious. He hid the heavy artillery just to prove in front of the division commander that he could open the gate of Gaojia Town by himself.

But now, he just hopes to annihilate these people in front of him first, so that he will be more confident when asking for help.

Upon hearing the brigade commander's order, Colonel Morimoto bowed slightly and went out.

He was well aware of the difficulties the brigade was currently facing and had no choice but to do so. Otherwise, it would be difficult to break the deadlock by relying on the Imperial Army's brave warriors to charge.

On the third battalion side, the three company commanders squatted on the ground with grim expressions. They had just received the loss statistics of each company.

It can be said that they have not suffered such a big blow since the upgrade.

"Alright, who are you all showing off your stinky faces to? Get the hell up!" Wu Mazi shouted angrily.

Although he was also sad, he had experienced a lot. He could no longer remember how many brothers had died on the battlefield since the Northern Expedition.

It's simply that after following Gu Changfeng, they've won so many battles that everyone has become a little lazy.

In fact, if the Japanese really exerted their strength, it would still be difficult for their single battalion to withstand the attack, and losses were inevitable.

As for why Gu Changfeng didn't mobilize the artillery battalion, this was his oversight.

He only asked the second and third battalions to delay the Japanese, but he did not ask the second battalion to fight to the death. After all, the subsequent battlefield was very large, and he did not expect the front line to be fought like this.

"Battalion Commander, are we still fighting?" asked the company commander dejectedly.

"Bang!" The sound of a fist hitting the table made everyone look at Wu Mazi.

Wu Mazi said sternly, "Fight! I've never suffered such a great loss before. I must fight."

"Battalion Commander, the Japanese have deployed heavy artillery..." Wen Jiayi said hesitantly.

Wu Mazi angrily said, "What are you afraid of? I'll show you my wealth and beat these little Japs. I'm not afraid of them. My last name is Wu!"

He really gave it his all. The worst that could happen was that he would die on the battlefield. There would be casualties when fighting the Japanese. It didn't matter whether he died early or late.

The support is already on the way, about a hundred kilometers away. If the speed is fast, the first batch of support will arrive in about four or five hours, which means it will arrive around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Wu Mazi felt that it would be no problem as long as he could hold on for a few hours.

In order to provide quick support, Gu Changfeng sent out more than 30 military vehicles, carrying as many as they could. The artillery battalion only brought Katyusha, and they also drove, so there was no problem with time.

Fortunately, it was already noon and the Japanese soldiers were resting. Both sides were temporarily in a truce, otherwise the Second and Third Battalions would definitely be in big trouble.

"Yes, Battalion Commander!" Hearing the battalion commander's determination, the three company commanders were speechless. They stood up and saluted, then went out to make arrangements.

After they left, Wu Mazi thought for a moment and said to the signalman next to him, "Notify the Second Battalion that we are ready to continue. Tell them to be careful."

.........

The old Japanese soldier Tanaka had no appetite for food at the moment, so he called a dozen senior officers from the brigade to hold a combat meeting to discuss the strategic deployment again.

The previous plan obviously had problems, and Tanaka didn't want to continue using it.

Whether it was underestimation or carelessness, Tanaka was ready to strike hard this time and directly defeat the enemy in front.

"Your Excellency, the enemy must have suffered heavy losses. Our scouts have discovered..."

"They also carried a large number of bodies out of the trenches. Our afternoon offensive should not be met with such great resistance."

Chida Sadao stood up and reported respectfully.

Tanaka Shinichi's expression brightened slightly, and he nodded slightly.

"Don't worry about the enemy's losses. The heavy artillery, artillery regiment, and flight squadron will coordinate their operations this afternoon. Chida-kun, Kouqi-kun, you must seize the opportunity and make sure to destroy these Chinese."

"Hi!" The two captains responded respectfully at the same time.

Not only Tanaka, but the two regiment commanders were also filled with anger. To them, the results of the battles in the past few days were a humiliation to them, and they would never forget it in their lifetime.

"Your Excellency the Brigade Commander, both regiments have suffered heavy casualties. Do we need to send the supply team to replenish them?" Colonel Morimoto suggested.

After hearing the staff officer's suggestion, Tanaka Shinichi thought for a moment and turned to look at the commander of the supply team, Kanji Shibashi.

The Japanese supply team itself is a soldier, so there is nothing strange about that. It has become a common practice for the supply team to replenish the troops when a battalion or regiment suffers casualties.

So Kanji Shibashi agreed immediately.

Tanaka Shinichi then looked at Iwata Bunzo, the regiment commander in charge of the armored vehicles, and ordered, "Iwata-kun, you will lead the attack this afternoon."

In fact, the armored vehicle formation should have appeared earlier, but he had read the previous battle reports and knew that the Chinese had the means to restrain armored vehicles, so he did not use them. Now he wants to test it out.

"Hey, Your Excellency the Brigade Commander, I will make sure those Chinese are reduced to ashes." Iwata Fumizo said proudly.

He was very dissatisfied with the fact that the brigade commander had been hiding their formation in the rear.

In his view, the warriors of the empire should have the courage to destroy all enemies that stand in their way, rather than hiding in the back like turtles.

"Yoshi, gentlemen, today's battle is left to you," said the old devil Tanaka, standing up solemnly and then bowing deeply.

After making so many preparations and investing so much money, if he fails to capture the current position, he, as the brigade commander, should resign.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, encouraged by the commanders of each regiment, the Japanese began to reorganize their troops one after another.

After all, it is the Japanese Type A division. The tenacity of these old Japanese soldiers is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary Japanese soldiers. Even the Japanese soldiers in their baggage team are only slightly inferior.

At 1:30 p.m., as the half-hour artillery bombardment began, dozens of Japanese tanks drove towards the position in a mighty procession.

Fortunately, the soldiers and militiamen of the Third Battalion took advantage of this time to reinforce the fortifications. Otherwise, with this bombardment, his battalion would have basically completed the mission.

Even in this situation, some soldiers still fell under the Japanese artillery fire.

"Battalion Commander, the Japanese bastard is coming," the soldier's report made Wu Mazi's face turn cold.

The assets he mentioned at noon naturally included the four rocket launchers and one hundred artillery shells that Gu Changfeng mobilized from the special forces before they came out.

"You're here just in time. Let the artillery destroy those Japanese bastards. Damn it, if I don't hurt them, they think I'm easy to bully."

Wu Mazi said bitterly.

When the soldiers heard the order, they immediately passed the message to the artillery company.

Soon, eight artillerymen from the artillery company, along with dozens of militiamen, quickly ran towards the front-line position.