Songhu: Never Give Up

Chapter 107 Angry from shame

At the 527th Regiment Field Command, Yue Qianli looked solemn. As his position was promoted, the burden on his shoulders became heavier.
The gap in strength between the two sides was too great, and positional warfare meant sacrificing human lives. Under the repeated attacks of aircraft and heavy artillery, several divisions of the defending army suffered heavy casualties. When the loss of troops reached a critical point, it was normal for the long snake formation to be broken.

Now he can only do his best, leave the rest to fate, and kill as many Japs as possible. These are the real things. A protracted war means continuously consuming the Japs' manpower and war resources. After these hundreds of thousands of Japs are consumed, the war will be much easier to fight.

"Captain, the first battalion is under great pressure to defend. How about sending the third battalion to reinforce?"

Deputy Regiment Chief Tian Xiyuan suggested worriedly that he had never seen Yue Qianli look so serious.

Yue Qianli shook his head and said:
"We haven't reached the most difficult time yet. Captain Li didn't ask for help from the regiment headquarters, which means they can still hold on. This is just the beginning!"

Tian Xiyuan said no more. He was only responsible for making suggestions. The decision-making power lay in the hands of the regiment commander. The position of deputy regiment commander had always been awkward, sometimes even worse than that of the battalion commander.

Yue Qianli picked up the telescope and continued to pay attention to the battle situation so that he could make adjustments at any time. He and Isa Kazuo were like two chess players, going back and forth and fighting hard.

The devils of the Ninth Division have always been famous for their tenacity and toughness. The more blood they shed, the more their blood boils.

They completely ignore the life and death of their companions. As long as they are fine, they will keep rushing forward, as if their existence means killing. Not only do they disregard the lives of others, they also don't take their own lives seriously. They are a group of beasts.

If you show the slightest sign of fear towards wild beasts, they will become more aggressive, so Li Jie always fights them head-on.

"boom!"

A flying thunder cannon exploded due to excessive use, and the entire gun crew was destroyed. Fortunately, the distance between the flying thunder cannons was large enough, otherwise the loss would have been even greater.

The other artillery crews did not give up using the flying thunder cannon because of this accident. For the first battalion, it was just an accident. The infantry could not do without the support of the flying thunder cannon, so they continued to risk their lives to fire at the Japanese, sending groups of Japanese into hell.

"Itaya!"

"The Emperor is so good!"

"Kill all the Chinese!"

Groups of Japanese soldiers rushed up the river bank, screaming, but were driven into the river by the heavy grenades fired by the defenders, leaving corpses all over the ground.

More than a dozen regimental guns of the Seventh Regiment also fired madly at the defenders' positions, and each shot caused a lot of casualties to the First Battalion.

Casualties on both sides were soaring, but no one cared. As the defenders' firepower declined, the Japs' offensive became more and more fierce.
Seeing that the first battalion was about to collapse, Yue Qianli finally ordered the third battalion to reinforce. Deng Zhuxiu was waiting for his order and shouted excitedly:

"Brothers, kill!"

The soldiers of the Third Battalion, who had been holding back their anger for a long time, rushed towards the Japanese like a tidal wave. They had no intention of calling for reinforcements, but instead launched a counterattack against the Japanese.
Rows of grenades were thrown into the group of devils, and then they rushed towards the enemy. When Li Jie saw the reinforcements arriving, he also shouted:
"Brothers, our reinforcements are here, charge!"

The surviving soldiers of the first battalion jumped out of the trenches one after another and collided with the Japanese before the third battalion arrived. Some soldiers even pulled the pin of a grenade and rushed towards the group of Japanese, dying together with them.

The two torrents collided, stirring up a huge bloody mess. The third battalion rushed in with high morale and pushed the devils into the river.
Then they fired wildly at the backs of the Japanese, throwing grenades into the group of Japanese as if they were free, blasting large areas of them.

The Third Battalion had been acting as a reserve force, and they had been clamoring for a long time. This time they finally got a chance to kill the devils, and the morale of the whole battalion was high, and everyone fought desperately.

On the other hand, the Japanese suffered heavy casualties and low morale. They were also counterattacked by the reinforcements of the defending army. The courage they had been holding on to was instantly lost, and they retreated unconsciously.

The defeat was like a landslide. If only one person escaped, the second and third would follow, and finally the number would grow to hundreds and thousands. The feeling of failure spread among the Japanese like a plague and eventually turned into action. The Seventh Regiment, which was known for its toughness, was finally defeated.

In the face of the fear of death, they no longer cared about their last bit of dignity and fled in panic, even trampling on the wounded...

"Bagayalu, fire your cannons and blow these cowards to death!"

Isa Kazuo gave the order in shame. He now wished he could chop all those shameful fleeing soldiers to death, so he cruelly issued the order for indiscriminate bombardment.

Unfortunately, it takes time for the Japanese artillery to adjust, and the 527th Regiment has long been accustomed to defending against artillery;
After they drove the Japanese into the river, they retreated quickly under the command of the officers. The distance of two or three hundred meters was just a matter of a few breaths.

When the Japanese artillery shells hit, most of the soldiers had already taken refuge in the fortifications. The Japanese retaliatory bombardment did not have much effect, causing only a dozen casualties to the defenders.

In the end, Isa Kazuo did not shoot down all the fleeing Japanese. Their artillery fire was more to stop the defenders from chasing them, and he did not want to be a lone commander of the regiment.

"Bagaya road!"

"coward!
"waste!"

"Coward! Why don't you go and apologize to His Majesty!"

The law cannot punish everyone, but the team leader can be punished. Who made him run back so shamelessly? Isa Kazuo finally found a scapegoat and slapped him in the face so hard that his head turned into a pig's head, and he also got swollen.

"Bakayalu, why are you so shameless?"

Senior staff officer Major Kameyama saw that Isa Kazuo was also tired from fighting, so he quickly persuaded him:
"Your Excellency, the Imperial Army suffered heavy losses, and the Chinese also suffered considerable losses. The two sides can only be considered to have fought a draw at best.
The Chinese cannot afford such a war of attrition. As long as their casualties reach a critical point, given the Chinese people's habits, a total collapse will only take a few minutes.

The 88th Division is China's elite and should be treated differently—"

"Bakayalu, China has no elite troops in front of the Seventh Regiment. You are just making excuses for your cowardice!"

Isa Kazuo's tone softened significantly. In his heart, he admitted that the 88th Division was very strong, but they were just being stubborn.

Kameyama Shinji would not be stupid enough to expose the face-saving captain. He had already sold a favor, so there was no need to say more. Major Miyamoto would naturally accept his favor. Isa Kazuo's anger had almost subsided, so he sent Major Miyamoto away with a wave of his hand, and then said coldly:
"Kameyama-kun, how many warriors are left?"

"Less than three thousand!"

Major Kameyama obviously understood the Spring and Autumn style of writing. Isa Kazuo's expression improved a little and he continued to ask:

“I need specific numbers!”

Kameyama looked at Isa Kazuo in embarrassment, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and say:
"1700--"

"Bagaya road!"

The moment he heard this number, he couldn't help but swear, but he didn't want to really lose his temper. Major Kameyama also had good intentions.

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