I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

In the Japanese military camp, Hirano Ayaki and Motoki Shinichiro are urgently discussing countermeasures. The enemy's firepower is too strong, so strong that even a regiment-level charge cannot break out. Light and heavy machine guns will be bombarded if they are set up, and they are simply unable to support the charge. The enemy in the west is being compressed layer by layer, and it is unknown how many rockets and artillery shells the opposite side has, let alone how many machine gun bullets they have. It has been almost two hours now, and the firepower is still extremely fierce.

"Mr. Yuanmu, there is no other way, let's retreat! If we retreat now, we still have a chance to retreat to the seaside. If we retreat any later, we may be in trouble."

"Hirano-kun, is the opponent really so kind to leave us a loophole? What if there is an ambush behind? Maybe the ambush lineup is even more powerful."

Hirano Ayaki shook his head:

"Don't worry! The 34th Division was just wiped out this afternoon, and the battle is intense with the 15th Division. We only have these enemies facing us. It's not that they don't want to surround us, but they just don't dare."

"Then let's retreat! But we must leave the rear guard team behind, otherwise the enemy will definitely hold on to us."

After urgent consultations, Hirano Ayaki and Motoki Shinichiro decided to leave two half-crippled infantry regiments in each division. With more than 3,000 people as blocking troops, they will surely be able to hold out until the troops retreat!

On the hillside, Shen Honglie, who was sitting and smoking, suddenly stood up, stamped out his cigarette butt and shouted:

"telescope".

Zhong Dashan quickly handed the telescope to the division commander and looked at the Japanese military camp with some confusion. It was no different from before! Why was the division commander so shocked?

"Da Zhong, fire the yellow flare, don't fire it at the wrong place."

Zhong Dashan thought that apart from protecting the commander, this was the only role he could play. Even if he got the name wrong, the flare wouldn't go wrong.

Phew~!

A yellow flare was launched into the air, and the Second and Third Regiments responsible for the defense of the positions on the north and south sides began to retreat instantly. If the Japanese army could discover the situation at this time and adjust the breakthrough point in time, they would probably be able to break through the defense lines of the new recruits on the north and south sides. Unfortunately, the two Japanese division commanders did not have the God's perspective that Shen Honglie had who was high above.

When Hirano Ayaki and Motoki Shinichiro saw the yellow flare, they thought the enemy was speeding up the pace of the attack, and hurriedly ordered the troops to begin retreating.

The soldiers of the 2nd and 3rd Regiments withdrew from the blocking positions, retreated one kilometer and began to run eastward, starting almost at the same time as the Japanese retreat. The task was heavy. The 3rd Regiment had to set up an ambush at Dongjialing before the retreating Japanese troops arrived, and the 2nd Regiment had to set up an ambush at Yangqiling before the devils arrived. The task of the two regiments was not to set up a trap, but to break the fleeing Japanese troops in the middle. In addition to the task of cutting them off in the middle, the two regiments had to always pay attention to the direction of the Japanese retreat and make timely adjustments if they found the direction was wrong.

Hirano Ayaki and Motoki Shinichiro were both ruthless men. They knew that the wounded would seriously affect the marching speed, so they left all the wounded to the rearguard regiment. They had 36,000 troops when they came, but now there are less than 20,000 who can participate in the retreat. Hirano Ayaki felt a little emotional while riding on his warhorse. With 20,000 troops, even if they lost artillery and tanks, they would have no shortage of light and heavy machine guns, and they would be a great help wherever they were placed. Why would they flee like dead dogs now?

Shinichiro Motoki caught up. Even without the wounded soldiers holding them back, the retreat still couldn't be accelerated. The team was too tired as they hadn't had a proper rest since morning.

"Hirano-kun, you must order the troops to speed up, they can't hold on for long."

Hirano Ayaki looked gloomy. How else could he speed up? He was already jogging. This was the first time the troops had entered Chinese territory. They had been defeated for a day. The morale was terribly low. Many soldiers had already complained. Others came to kill gods and make achievements, but his team had to retreat after a day of sending heads. The gap in their hearts was too big. They had not seen the legendary flower girl yet, and had not practiced their marksmanship on living people. They really didn't want to leave!

The explosions behind became more intense. The two men looked back and saw continuous explosions on the position they had just evacuated. With such artillery fire, the rear guard team could not hold out for long.

"Messenger, notify the vanguard troops to speed up, and notify all the teams to keep up. Whoever lags behind will cover the rear."

Five minutes later, the forwards began to speed up, and the team behind followed closely. The saying "whoever falls behind will be left behind" was too scary. Shouts of killing were heard from behind, and perhaps the team left behind was finished.

When the Second and Third Regiments arrived at the ambush position, it was too late to dig trenches. The Japanese vanguard was less than two kilometers away and would arrive in more than ten minutes. They could only scramble some soil from the fields and put it into bags, then piled them together to serve as machine gun bunkers. After the vanguard team passed, they heard the shouts of their own people from behind. The two regimental commanders breathed a sigh of relief. One link after another, and if any one of them was missing, big problems would easily arise.

The rear team was not completely wiped out. Ten minutes after the yellow flare was fired, artillery and rocket troops in three directions suddenly intensified their shooting. After five minutes of fire coverage, two new recruits were left to clean up the remaining enemies. Finally, a veteran regiment led two new recruits to bypass the defense line of the rear regiment and began to pursue. The shouting was the signal, which not only increased the pressure on the retreating Japanese troops, but also sent a signal to the two regiments ambushing in front.

The vanguard had already passed, and the main force began to pass through the road where the two regiments were ambushing. Shouts and cries of pain continued to be heard. They couldn't run any more, they really couldn't run any more! As the shouts and cries from behind got closer and closer, no one wanted to be left behind, and they desperately squeezed forward.

"Stay in formation."

"Don't mess around, the more messy it is, the more dangerous it is."

Fuck the formation. The two division commanders are riding their horses faster than dogs. Are they going to maintain the formation and die?

Seeing that the team had almost passed halfway, the ambush position in the north, which was closer to the Japanese, fired a signal flare.

Phew~!

A flare was launched into the air, and the two division commanders who had already crossed the ambush line shuddered for no reason. They were already scared enough, but was it still unavoidable?

All, all, all, all!

Da da da da da da!

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck!

The light and heavy firepower of the two regiments opened fire together, instantly cutting off the retreating Japanese troops. The Japanese troops were in chaos, and what they feared came true. They could hardly run anymore. The Japanese at the waist position ran forward frantically, and the Japanese behind them squeezed forward desperately, all knowing that they could survive by running, and that if they stayed, they would be killed sooner or later.

The ambushing soldiers on both sides became more and more excited. They completely gave up resistance and only wanted to catch up with the team in front, because the shouting and killing from behind were getting closer and closer. Most of them were Japanese recruits joining the battlefield for the first time, and no one wanted to die. At this time, they had only one thought in their minds, to keep up with the retired soldiers in front and keep up with the pace of the division commander, so that they could survive tonight. The machine gun bullets in front were dense, and the explosions were also continuing. The bodies of the Japanese were piled up densely, and there were always some people who didn't believe in it and thought they could rush through.