The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Everyone, it is now the juncture of life and death in our Sulu theater. We are surrounded by powerful enemies. If we show weakness on the southern front, then the surrounding enemies will rush to bite us. At that time, we will not even have a chance to struggle, so We have to fight this battle, and we have to fight it tough, to beat down the devils on the southern front, so that the devils from other directions will not dare to act rashly, and we can win a chance to breathe."

"In that case, let's fight. I will personally go to the front to supervise the battle!" Chief of Staff Wang Jingxuan strengthened his confidence after pondering for a moment.

Seeing that the chief of staff nodded and agreed to continue fighting, although the surrounding senior generals felt that this was a huge adventure, they seemed to have no other choice, and they acquiesced in the proposal to continue fighting.

"You will send telegrams from the theater command to the front-line troops, so that they can withstand the first wave of the devil's offensive, and then we will give them the greatest support in materials and ammunition. This battle, wins and never loses!"

"Yes!" More than 20 senior generals suddenly agreed.

"Director Zhou, get ready and follow me to the Fifth War Zone to meet Commander Li. I'm afraid I'll have to rely on them for the ammunition and supplies this time..." After everyone left, Commander Yu Xuezhong called Zhou Fu, the director of the Political Department, and ordered .

Zhou Fu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded immediately. Now they can only count on the support from the nearest Fifth War Zone to give them continuous support, otherwise this battle will really be impossible to fight.

Text Chapter 993 Shelling

The morning light shrouded the rivers, ditches, fields and those undulating hills with a cold air. In the field covered with hoarfrost, there were a large number of cold and stiff corpses lying here and there.

Most of these corpses scattered in the field were ghost soldiers who were killed by guerrilla officers and soldiers at night. Occasionally, the dead bodies of several guerrilla officers and soldiers who were unable to retreat in time were lying in the field.

After dawn, the gunshots fell silent, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were elusive also disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.

If it weren't for the corpses of those comrades lying in the ditch in the wilderness, the ghost soldiers would even think that they had just had a nightmare.

The ghost soldiers with guns on their backs were collecting the corpses of their dead in the wilderness farmland. Many corpses had huge bloody holes in their abdomens, and some had their entire skulls torn off.

The dead who stepped into the guerrilla landmine traps were even more miserable. Many people had their legs blown off, and the broken legs were lying in the grass with blood and flesh, while the bloody devils had died, and their frozen legs had died. It became dark red.

Seeing the miserable appearance of their comrades when they were killed in battle, the ghost soldiers who were responsible for collecting the corpses of their companions all looked sad.

They are not those fierce and violent field soldiers, those veterans who have rich combat experience and act decisively and fiercely have already consumed seven or eighty eight in successive battles.

Although these devil soldiers have also undergone strict training, their combat will is no longer as good as those devil troops who invaded China earlier. Even seeing the bodies of these fallen comrades, some people feel turbulent and can't help but want to vomit.

These ghost soldiers who were eager to make contributions were knocked out of their arrogance and arrogance in just one night.

The cold guns of the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps made them realize that war is not as easy as they imagined, nor is it as beautiful as domestic propaganda. War is accompanied by cruelty and death. Maybe the next moment, they will die Lose.

Thinking of the guerrillas who kept attacking them in the dark last night, these exhausted ghost soldiers felt lingering fear.

They knew that they had already entered the guerrilla zone, and they could no longer plunder and enjoy themselves as unscrupulously as in Gaoyou. Here, if they were not careful, they might lose their lives.

Suzuki Takeshi, the devil's supplementary soldier, stood beside a ditch full of mud, staring blankly at his companion who was swollen in the water, with mixed feelings in his heart, because the one who died in battle was his friend he knew well in the team. The supplementary soldiers were sent to the Chinese battlefield, but now they just died.

"Suzuki-san, move faster."

Seeing Suzuki Takeshi standing there without moving, Sergeant Cao came over with long strides, and urged him.

"Hi Yi."

Hearing Sergeant Chief's urging, Suzuki Takeshi hastily put away his sorrow, bent down and dragged his friend's corpse out of the ditch, and walked towards the place where the corpses were piled up.

The one-night high-intensity march and battle exhausted Suzuki Takeshi's physical strength, and now he is performing such a task of collecting dead bodies, his head is dizzy and his feet are weak.

It took him and another ghost soldier a lot of effort to send the corpses to the centralized processing place, and here, all the corpses that died in battle were gathered here.

Because the battle continued, the road was destroyed and the corpses could not be transported, so the captain of the battalion, Hirayama Jing, ordered the corpses to be burned on the spot.

Soon, all the corpses were put on firewood, and after the big luggage team performed the ceremony, the raging fire burned up, and a puff of black smoke rose.

Watching his friend's body being devoured by the raging fire, the ghost soldier Suzuki Takeshi felt extremely complicated.

"Go over there and rest. When we regain our strength, we will definitely let the Chinese people pay for their blood!"

Sergeant Commander Kong Wu patted Suzuki Takeshi's shoulder with his powerful hands, his face looked a little ferocious, and he turned around and strode towards the leeward depression.

Suzuki Takeshi also quickly followed his team to the leeward depression to rest. The exhausted devil soldiers quickly fell asleep with their guns wrapped in their marching blankets after eating.

After all, he didn't sleep all night last night, and he was extremely tired at the moment, but Suzuki Takeshi, who had lost his friend, couldn't sleep, looking at the steaming lunch box, he felt very uncomfortable.

Captain Ping Shanjing of the Devils Battalion asked the troops who had fought overnight to rest and stand by. The Devils gathered in squadrons and squads to hide and rest. To the devil army.

"Did you see that tree, there is a depression behind that tree, there should be devils resting there..."

"There should be ghosts sleeping behind that slope, and there is still smoke over there."

……

When the devil soldiers were resting in place, on the other side of a river only a few hundred meters away from them, several "straw men" were resting and pointing at the devils.

Shen Biao, the commander of the major guerrilla battalion, personally wore a disguise to observe the situation of the devil soldiers, and calibrated the shooting parameters for the mortars of the machine gun company behind.

Although the ghost soldiers suffered a lot last night, it was night after all, and they were not afraid of any guerrillas during the day, so most of the devils were sleeping soundly, resting and replenishing their energy, recharging their energy for the next attack. The sentinels were also drowsy, and they never thought that the guerrillas would come close to them during the day and beat them.

The guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao grasped the devil's mentality of underestimating the enemy, so he planned to let the devil give them another big gift when he was slack.

"Let all the artillery squads be separated for me, don't gather together to fight, it would be a joke if the devils took it all at once."

The battalion commander Shen Biao personally came to observe and issued a combat order to the brothers in the machine gun company.

Their machine gun company now has strong firepower. There are only four 81-type mortars and two [-]-type infantry guns.

In the impression of the little devil, many of the soldiers in the Chinese regular army are infantry with a small amount of bullets, and there are very few types of artillery, let alone mob guerrillas.

But what King Hirayama, the leader of the Devils, didn't know was that the current Northern Subei Guerrilla Corps had already changed their guns. After several victories, they were equipped with all-Japanese weapons, and their firepower had already surpassed that of some regular troops.

"put!"

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Following the order of the guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao, the artillery squads concealed close to the resting place of the devils began to shoot at several slopes and depressions that were suspected to be gathering points of the devils.

The devil soldiers fell asleep after fighting all night, so they didn't hear the whirring sound of the shells piercing the air at all, but the devil sentry and Suzuki Takeshi, who couldn't sleep, did hear it, and looked up lazily. Did not expect to encounter shelling.

When Suzuki Takeshi followed the sound, he happened to see the shells flying over at a very high speed, his pupils shrank rapidly, and his complexion changed wildly.

"Boom—boom!"

Before Suzuki Takeshi issued a warning sound, the scorching cannonballs fell down, and immediately there was an earth-shattering roar and explosion, and the sleeping devils were blown to pieces by the falling cannonballs.

Text Chapter 994 Angry devils

Several places where the devils were suspected of hiding and resting were met with extremely rapid shelling, and the shells smashed down with a whistling sound.

Those Japanese soldiers wrapped in army blankets and laying down together sleeping soundly suffered disaster. The shock wave of the explosion lifted them up heavily and threw them radially towards the surroundings.

Behind the slopes and depressions, a mushroom cloud filled with black smoke rose up, and the ground shook violently, blowing up mud and dust and throwing it into the air.

The ghost soldier Suzuki Takeshi, who was not asleep, saw that a nearby team's hidden resting point was bombed, and immediately rolled subconsciously towards a shallow pit next to him, avoiding the shells that fell head-on.