Chapter 25 Bombardment and the Regiment Flag

"Enemy mortars? The enemy actually has shells! Pass my order, move quickly!"

Sakata Nobutsu, who was protected by his subordinates, issued an order to move the command center while looking in the direction of the Eighth Route Army's attack in disbelief.

The commander on the opposite side refreshed his cognition again and again. He really had never seen such a patient soldier.

In fact, when setting up the command post, the staff advised him.

Logically, Sakata Nobutsu should not make such a low-level mistake and put the command post on the front line.

This place is very close to the enemy's defense line, even a young man who has just joined the army would not do this.

But just because the enemy is the Eighth Route Army, within their locust army, the Eighth Route Army is notoriously miserable.

A group of armed forces composed of farmers, lack of food and clothing, poor weapons and equipment are their characteristics.

Their regiment-level units are even more ridiculous. That is the smallest regiment he has ever seen.

On average, there are only a thousand people, and the so-called heavy weapons are almost only small-caliber mortars.

The range of this 60mm mortar is only slightly longer than that of the grenade launcher of the enemy country, and even so, the mortar shells are in short supply.

In order to boost the morale of the Great Japanese Locust Army and to better observe the battle situation, Sakata Nobutsu set up the command post here against all odds.

He is now regretting his decision. It is human nature to fear death. A shell just exploded above him!

Just as they were about to leave the command post in a hurry, Sakata Nobutsu felt a burst of fire suddenly appear beside him. He seemed to be able to hear the whistle of the mortar and the panic of the crowd.

The darkness was eating away at him bit by bit, his five senses were slowly being deprived, and his butt seemed to fly out.

"It hurts."

"The advantage is clearly on me, how could I lose like this."

"Was the command post hit by a shell? What an unexpected enemy."

Seeing the Japanese command post collapsed by the mortar in the distance, Wang Chengzhu jumped up happily.

"Hit it, I hit it!"

At this time, the quick-eyed and quick-handed ammunition man quickly pulled down Wang Chengzhu who jumped up, and at the same time several bullets almost grazed his scalp.

Li Yunlong, who was beside him, laughed so hard when he saw that Sakata Nobutsu's headquarters was destroyed by Zhuzi.

He said to Wang Chengzhu: "You are really good. If this old devil Sakata is killed by your gun, the brigade commander will have to treat you to a drink."

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding.

The bugler blew the charge horn with Li Yunlong's approval.

Everyone in the New 1st Regiment saw the devil's headquarters being destroyed, and the soldiers of the whole regiment were encouraged. For a time, their fighting enthusiasm was stronger and they fought more vigorously.

Li Yunlong rushed to the front, followed by his guard platoon.

The overly excited Li Da, the regimental commander, held a light machine gun and fired hard at the devils, and many devils died under his gun.

Handing the light machine gun in his hand to the guard next to him, Li Yunlong rushed to the distant Sakata Command Center with a large blade in one hand and a Mauser in the other.

First, they experienced artillery bombardment, then they were counterattacked by the concentrated firepower of the New 1st Regiment, and finally they saw their own regiment commander die on the spot. A small number of Japanese soldiers have begun to flee.

They were beaten by the organized and planned soldiers of the New 1st Regiment and fled in disarray. Even if the grassroots officers tried their best, they could not stop the decline, nor could they organize any effective counterattack.

Regardless of whether Sakata was killed or not, his command post was destroyed, which meant that the Japanese offensive forces lost the command of their superiors and became headless flies in a short period of time.

Without command, the Japanese infantry battalion could only fight on its own. Although it could still maintain a certain combat effectiveness, it could no longer prevent chaos.

Without organization, the firepower advantage could not be brought into play, and they could only watch the powerful New 1st Regiment tearing through their defense line.

Zhang Da Biao, the ancestor of the Japanese, the master of hand-to-hand combat, the former big knife team, has used the knife in his hand to make the little devils recall the memory of the Tang Dynasty. His commando and the soldiers of the first battalion killed many devils.

But their casualties were also very serious. There were only a dozen people left in the entire commando, and only one-third of the soldiers of the first battalion could continue to fight.

But they did not intend to stop their pace, but continued to attack after a short rest.

These people were like sharp drills, breaking the defense line of the Sakata Brigade.

Then he and Li Yunlong met at the command post of the Sakata Brigade.

Looking at the bloody Zhang Da Biao, Li Yunlong breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want his beloved general to have any problems.

The two smiled at each other, and their joy could not be hidden.

Zhang Dabiao pointed to the ruins in front and said:

"Captain, we made a fortune this time! We wiped out Sakata's headquarters! A colonel, two lieutenant colonels, and a major."

"Hahahaha, look at how successful you are. A Japanese colonel has made you lose your way, if you kill a major general, you will be in heaven?"

After searching for a while, they lifted the wood and net ropes and found the dead Sakata Nobutsu in the ruins of the headquarters.

The old Japanese was hit by a shell head-on, and his death was very tragic. The upper and lower parts of his body were separated.

But his head and command knife were intact.

Because the incident happened suddenly and Sakata Nobutsu felt that he would not lose, his regiment flag was also left behind.

Although this regiment flag has long been incomplete due to artillery fire, it is the only Japanese flag captured on the battlefield.

"Historically, until the end of World War II, we have not been able to capture a Japanese regiment flag. Because the Japanese military combat regulations stipulate that when the battle situation is judged to be in danger of annihilation, the military flag must be burned. Without the regiment flag, it is equivalent to the cancellation of the organization."

"With this body, the brigade commander should not pursue the matter of disobeying orders, and my head should be saved."

"Take it away, put it in a sack."

The soldiers of the guard platoon put Sakata's body into the sack that originally contained bullet shells, tied the sack tightly and carried it on their shoulders.

"Command knife! Don't forget my command knife, this is a lieutenant's knife, and I can exchange it for a lot of good things when the time comes. And that broken flag, even the division commander has to come to me for this thing."

The attack is still going on, and the new regiment, which has no shortage of guns and ammunition, is getting smoother and smoother.

Although the sixty mortars have no shells, the ammunition of the Stokes mortar is still sufficient. When they encountered a difficult firepower point of the Japanese, they fired directly.

The soldiers marched forward with great momentum. The combination of light machine guns and grenades could easily disperse the enemy's infantry that had not assembled.

Half an hour later, the last batch of troops left behind also withdrew from the front battlefield.

The new regiment tore through the Japanese defense line on the Cangyunling battlefield and successfully broke through the front.

This battle is finally finished, and the next volume will start!