Songhu: Never Give Up

"Bagaya road!"

Lieutenant Colonel Kamijima couldn't help but curse loudly. The casualty figures reported by the First Battalion were beyond his tolerance.
It was just a tentative attack. One battalion rushed forward, but less than half of it retreated. No one could withstand such huge losses. The Shangdao Regiment had only three battalions in total, and one of them was a reinforcement with low combat effectiveness.

He could now imagine that Major General Sakai must have a mocking smile on his face. It was because he had boasted too loudly before that his face was almost beaten into a pig's head by the Chinese. He deserved to be mocked.

"Gentlemen, the shame on the battlefield must be washed away on the battlefield. You were once the flower of the empire and cannot be defeated by the cowardly Chinese. The warriors of the Kwantung Army cannot afford this loss!"

The battalion commander, Major Kanazawa Masari, gritted his teeth and said:

"Sir, the First Battalion suffered heavy casualties. This time, let the Second Battalion go. Let the warriors wash away the shame on the battlefield with the blood of the Chinese. The Kwantung Army will never admit defeat."

The First Battalion also stepped forward to volunteer for battle. He hoped that the First Battalion could wash away their shame by themselves without relying on others.

Lieutenant Colonel Kamijima saw that the morale of the troops was good, and nodded to the two captains and said:
"Yoshi, I see the bravery of the flower of the empire in you, getting up from where you fell;

The defenders on Daniujiaoling are very powerful. If one battalion after another is deployed, it may become a tactic of adding fuel to the fire, which is a taboo in military strategy.

I have decided to deploy two battalions at once, and launch the attack simultaneously in the left and right echelons. The heavy artillery regiment will also provide you with sufficient firepower support.

I will go and ask the captain for artillery preparation right away, and the rest will be left to you.

please! "

After Lieutenant Colonel Kamijima finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the two captains. This was a gesture that required them to fight to the death, but they had to accept it.

After the two captains turned around and left, Lieutenant Colonel Kamijima went to the detachment headquarters in person. This time he was much more low-key.

At the Daniujiaoshan position, the soldiers were rushing to repair the fortifications. The Japanese heavy artillery was too powerful, and more than half of the casualties of the 1st Battalion were caused by the Japanese heavy artillery.
In the offensive and defensive battle that just ended, the Japanese suffered heavy casualties, and the 1st Battalion also suffered quite a few casualties, with nearly a hundred brothers killed by heavy artillery alone.

Taking advantage of the gap in the Japanese attack, Ai Jian called together several captains for a meeting. Due to time constraints, he was the only one who unilaterally deployed the combat tasks, and the others were left to carry them out.

"Brothers, the enemy's heavy artillery is too lethal and the troops on the position are too dense. I have decided to withdraw the artillery battalion and the third battalion 200 meters and place only two battalions on the main position.

After you retreat, dig foxholes first, then expand them into trenches and anti-artillery holes as a reserve for the entire battalion..."

The meeting ended quickly, and the Third Battalion and the Artillery Battalion retreated 200 meters. In this way, the density of personnel on the front-line positions was not so great, and there would be fewer casualties when facing heavy artillery coverage. However, the defensive pressure they would bear would also increase accordingly. There is gain and loss.

The Japanese have been making intensive preparations for the attack. The longer the preparation time, the more fierce the attack will be. Ai Jian's expression also became serious.

At the same time, the 50th Regiment was speeding up its detour. The Japanese offensive tactics were the same over and over again. When they encountered obstacles in the front, they would put their hopes on flanking movements. The reinforcement detachment was already familiar with this. "Boom boom boom..."

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The Japanese artillery preparation started again without any warning, and this time the firepower was obviously much stronger. It seemed that the Japanese had a trick up their sleeve.
Ai Jian was also glad that the troops were divided into two parts. Even though the Third Battalion was also under artillery fire, the position had been expanded, so the probability of being hit by heavy artillery would be reduced, and casualties would naturally be greatly reduced.

The 1st Battalion's simple fortifications could withstand 75mm artillery shells at most. For heavy artillery shells above 105mm, they could only protect against shrapnel. If they were hit directly, they would be killed by the shock if not the explosion.
So everyone's probability of survival is the same, it just depends on who has a stronger horoscope. Ai Jian will not have one more life than others.

"Damn it, you're not done yet, are you? Send in the infantry to fight me in single combat!"

Just now, a heavy artillery shell exploded more than 30 meters to the right of the headquarters, causing Ai Jian's head to buzz and his chest to ache. The loose soil above his head fell all over him.
If the impact point was ten meters closer, not many people would survive in the command center.

Captain Shi Song spat out a mouthful of mud and said:
"Captain, when I was cleaning up the battlefield, I saw that these idiots were from the Kwantung Army who came from outside the Great Wall. They are best at bayonet fighting. When the Japanese come, can you let me practice with them?"

Ai Jian knew that Shi Song's hometown was outside the Great Wall, and his hatred for the Kwantung Army was ingrained in his bones. He glared at him and said:
"I'm just talking nonsense. You better give up the idea of ​​fighting with the devils with bayonets. Never use a knife if you can solve the problem with a gun!"

Shi Song had not expected Ai Jian to be so cowardly, so he had to give up the idea of ​​chopping off a few heads of the Kwantung Army with his own hands;
When gathering the defeated soldiers in Nanjing City, Captain Yue promised him that one day he would lead them to the outside of the Great Wall and completely wipe out the damn Kwantung Army.

In order to fight back to his hometown, he had to stay alive and stay in the guerrilla column, so he dared not disobey the orders of Commander Yue's old brother Ai Jian.

So he smiled and said:

"I'm just saying. If you're not allowed to fight with bayonets, just don't fight. If the Japs charge at us, you can't blame the brothers!"

Shi Song had previously served as the captain of a temporary detachment and had a long history in the supplementary detachment. He was a good fighter, but he also had many flaws, and only Ai Jian could intimidate him.

The three battalion commanders of the supplementary detachment were all old brothers of Yue Qianli. Now these defeated soldiers from Jinling City had been completely integrated into the system of the guerrilla column, and no one wanted to return to their old unit.
Under the command of Wang Jianfei, they have become an iron-blooded army capable of fighting tough battles and are particularly good at defense. Therefore, they are indispensable in any tough battle. On the contrary, Yue Qianli's third team has the least presence.

Just as the two were grinding their teeth, a shrill whistle sounded from the battlefield. Shi Song changed his previous sloppy image, put his helmet on his head, and said loudly:
"Captain, you stay at the headquarters, I'm going to take care of these idiots right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out. Ai Jian finally reacted and cursed:
"Damn it, who are you calling me old in front of?"

Unfortunately, Shi Song didn't hear a word he said, as he had already rushed out and found a position with a wide field of vision to observe the enemy;

Through his telescope, he saw two groups of Japanese soldiers rushing to the front line from the left and right. He raised his submachine gun and fired a burst of bullets at the Japanese soldiers, killing one of them and making a great sacrifice.

Shi Song's gunshot was an order. The previously silent position suddenly came alive. Hundreds of long and short guns fired fiercely at the Japanese. The Japanese offensive paused, and the position was covered with corpses. (End of this chapter)