Chapter 242: The Jin Clan’s Dilemma

"Commander, where does your sense of crisis come from?"

"We have gained enough from this trip, and you are also worthy of praise in the entire North China battlefield."

"With such an excellent record, you will definitely be a shining star in the military in the future. Our Jinsui Army will be even more powerful with you."

Ignoring Fang Ligong's rainbow fart, Chu Yunfei sighed helplessly.

After working with him for many years, he gradually saw the essence of this person, and felt that he was a pig teammate who could not lead him.

There is nothing wrong with the plan of our own commander Yan in terms of strategic direction. After all, the size of the Jinsui Army is not enough now, and it has to rely on external forces to recover the whole of Shanxi.

It is definitely a wise choice to use the Eighth Route Army to consume the living force of the First Army of the North China Front Army.

It's a pity that man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Who would have thought that in just over a year, the Eighth Route Army has developed rapidly and its strength has become so strong that it has the capital to fight multiple divisions of the Japanese army alone.

At this time, if you still want to reap the benefits of the fisherman, it will be a joke.

What's more, before the 358th Regiment entered Zhongtiao Mountain, Commander Yan received benefits from General Okamura Yasuji. Those counties with a rather useless geographical location have now become a handle for other forces to attack their own side.

If the grassroots people were not insensitive to these twists and turns, and the three big characters Yan Baichuan were still worth some face, they would probably be branded as collaborators and traitors.

Such a simple thing, his own chief of staff couldn't figure it out.

After comparing Fang Ligong and Zhao Gang in his mind, Chu Yunfei had the idea of ​​comparing goods for the first time.

"Brother Ligong, your strategic vision and overall view are slightly insufficient, which will limit your future development."

"After a while, the whole nation will know the great victory of the Jinnan Campaign. The world will remember the heroic sacrifice of the Central Army and the Eighth Route Army's efforts to turn the tide."

"But what about us? As the former masters of Shanxi Province, we not only received petty profits from the Japanese, but also did not send large-scale troops to support friendly forces. We and Okamura Yasuji are the biggest losers."

In fact, when Chu Yunfei said this, he was very obscure and gave face to the other party.

To put it bluntly, Fang Ligong not only lacked a sense of the overall situation, but also his military command was terrible.

In the original work, in the plot of Ping An Gele.

The 358th Regiment was only able to resist the attack of a regiment under the Type B Division, which made him complacent.

Maybe this matter was considered a hero before 1942, but the time point was 1944, and the Japanese army had already declined.

Moreover, before the battle officially started, the Japanese had fought with the Sixth Company of the Independent Regiment for several hours, and they were exhausted and their morale was low.

With the advantage of occupying favorable terrain, superior manpower and American equipment, the 358th Regiment only fought a draw with the Japanese who had no intention of fighting.

Under such circumstances, Fang Ligong not only did not reflect on the shortcomings of the troops, but also boasted about himself.

This alone is enough to show that this person lacks the military qualities that a school-level officer should have.

In the subsequent conversation, he did not see the decline of the Japanese army.

This directly exposed that this person had no pattern and independent thinking ability, and also proved the fact that he lacked a big picture. Compared with Zhao Gang, he was not even worthy of carrying shoes.

After being pointed out by his own regiment commander, Fang Ligong finally figured out one thing.

Although the 358th Regiment killed several Japanese officers this time, it was not worth mentioning compared with the results of the 120th Division.

Once the battle was over, the Shanxi Suiyuan Army not only did not contribute much, but also lost the support of the people.

Maybe before, Commander Yan could still suppress the Eighth Route Army in the name of the commander of the Second War Zone. But now that the other side is fully fledged and sincerely fighting the devils, what can we rely on to compete with them for territory? Reputation?

"Commander, I understand."

"It seems that we have to win a few more battles, at least to make up for the disadvantage in public opinion."

"In this way, we can share more benefits after the war. Even if there is no hope of recovering Taiyuan, we have to occupy more counties and land in southern Shanxi."

Chu Yunfei's expression finally eased a little, and he nodded to Fang Ligong, but this is easier said than done.

On the west line of Zhongtiao Mountain, the Eighth Route Army killed two Japanese divisions with one division.

Not to mention the north and northeast lines, which are very close to the base of the 129th Division. It is conservatively estimated that they have wiped out two divisions.

With the strength of more than 4,000 people in the 358th Regiment alone, there is no chance to make a splash, let alone compete with the Eighth Route Army for credit? Not to mention being able to make up for the disadvantage in public opinion!

Just when the two were worried, the captain of the reconnaissance company brought back good news.

"Commander, the Central Army and the devils exchanged fire in Shaoyuan."

"The current situation is unclear, it is definitely a good opportunity to gain military merit! Let's set off quickly!"

As soon as the voice fell, Chu Yunfei hurriedly took out a military map from his chest pocket. After analyzing for a moment, he immediately stood up and gave orders to the soldiers around him.

"Everyone! Target Shaoyuan! Quick march!"

"We can't give up any opportunity! We have to fight this battle beautifully!"

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"Lieutenant, let's retreat quickly!"

"The plan of the majors has failed. The enemy will definitely rush over next. It's still time to move to the west."

Hearing this, Umehara Goto ran to the observation team as fast as he could. He grabbed the telescope and looked at the front position and the high ground on the left.

The situation on the battlefield was very bad. The flanking troops had been killed or wounded, and only a few infantrymen were still fighting.

The frontal situation was barely under control, but as more and more central troops came to the rescue, the two squadrons responsible for the feint attack gradually showed signs of decline.

Their artillery squadron had no self-defense capabilities and was only equipped with a small number of Type 14 Nambu and rifles. Once they were entangled by the infantry of the central army, they knew that the ending would be miserable.

"Baga! They are all trash!"

"Everyone said they were sure, but they left a mess!"

"All artillery units, dismantle the infantry guns! The ammunition team and the squadron headquarters also went to help. Kawada-kun, bring me the map! It's definitely not possible to go to the west!"

After cursing for a while, Umehara Gotoku himself also participated in the transportation work.

Fortunately, the entire artillery squadron had eight horses, so at least they didn't need to carry the parts when retreating.

It's not like he hadn't thought about blowing up all the infantry guns and going into battle lightly, but Zhongtiao Mountain was full of enemies, and losing the most powerful weapon in the mountains was no different from a lamb entering a pack of wolves.

After carrying the last batch of gun bodies, wheels and carrying sticks onto the horses, everyone began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

But after only five minutes of advancing, the horses carrying various parts had problems one after another.

The horse's head and neck began to shake frequently, and it looked like it was breathing harder. The horse's legs couldn't stop shaking, and the speed also dropped visibly.

Although the horses used by the Japanese army have been bred for many years, even the best bloodline needs to eat.

After breaking out from Dongfeng, the devils didn't eat a single bite of food, and even the horses were hungry. In this case, it is normal to have insufficient horsepower.

On a certain hilltop, the position of the 358th Regiment.

"Commander, you are indeed a master of foresight!"

"The little devils really chose to retreat to the southwest. You are indeed a master of foresight!"

In fact, the enemy's route is not difficult to guess. There are the Eighth Route Army on both defense lines in the northwest. There are not only mountains and forests but also the Central Army in the east. The only way to survive is naturally the small road in the southwest.

Fang Ligong looked at the devil artillery squadron in the distance with a fierce look on his face. The enemy had already entered the encirclement they had set.

With the advantage of terrain and people, killing more than a hundred artillerymen who had no ability to fight back was as easy as taking something out of a bag.

The only thing to consider now is how to win without damaging the Type 92 infantry gun.

After all, their Jinsui Army is not rich, and four barreled guns are not a small number, enough to form an artillery company.

Chu Yunfei frowned and glanced at Fang Ligong, then raised a telescope to look at the artillery squadron approaching.

"Attack as soon as the Japanese step on the mines."

"The first battalion should be ready for battle, attack the horses first! The second and third battalions should remain alert and beware of the enemy's subsequent reinforcements."

In theory, after suffering many losses, the Japanese should have summed up some experience, which would make the ambush difficult. But they were exhausted and each of them only hated their parents for not giving them two more legs, and their vigilance was surprisingly poor.

Boom boom boom!

The sudden explosion caused the Japanese artillery squadron to scatter like a frightened bird. They subconsciously looked for cover and took out their weapons to prepare for a counterattack.

The horses responsible for carrying the load were quite calm. After a few steps on the spot, they waited for the owner's subsequent instructions.

It was a pity that several accurate bullets hit them. Even if they didn't die, they lost their ability to move, and the parts of the infantry guns on their bodies were scattered all over the ground.

The Japanese lieutenant reacted promptly and made the most correct choice as soon as the mine exploded.

"Baga! There's an ambush!"

"Blow up the Type 92 infantry gun! We can't let the enemy die easily! Everyone, prepare to fight!"

A burst of fierce gunfire rang out, accompanied by the explosion of mortars and grenades.

The Japanese on the path were in chaos, and even if their own lieutenant gave the task, the artillerymen could not effectively execute it.

Because they didn't expect to encounter an ambush halfway, the entire squadron didn't have any guard posts, and for a while they were completely out of order.

Now the 358th Regiment has an absolute advantage in manpower, firepower, and position. The infantry in full condition can even bully the Japanese artillery in terms of military quality.

In theory, they should attack from high to low and use their own advantages to kill the enemy.

But Chu Yunfei didn't hesitate at all, and directly ordered everyone to charge, and even he himself took a Jin-made Thompson and mixed in the commando.

Thousands of soldiers rushed down from the high ground on both sides, with amazing momentum like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The distance between the two sides was quickly shortened. Facing the Shanxi Suiyuan Army equipped with submachine guns, the Japanese with only rifles and pistols had no power to fight back.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands. This applies not only to street fights, but also to wars.

When faced with a sudden impact, the formation was broken up, the organization was low, and the artillery without overall command was like fish on the chopping board.

After killing the ammunition detachment that tried to destroy the Type 92 infantry gun, the whole battle ended smoothly in just ten minutes.

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"Lao Wang, let your people speed up!"

"I just heard the sound of gunfire. There must be another team fighting with the Japanese! Let's go to support!"

It's not that Li Yunlong is so anxious because he covets the four Type 92 infantry guns. Now the Eighth Route Army is equipped with a large number of Miss 75, not as poor as before.

What's more, the Marine Corps is a paratrooper, and it is not convenient for them to carry infantry guns.

In their minds, if there were any other troops nearby, they must be the brother troops of the 129th Division. When friendly troops were in trouble, they would naturally help them.

When they were still three kilometers away from the battlefield, Duan Peng's voice came from the portable communicator on Li Yunlong's waist.

"Captain, the battle ahead is over. The troops that killed the devils were the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Dahai's face changed immediately.

Although the 43rd Army was a newly formed unit and had little contact with the 358th Regiment. But they were still wearing the uniforms of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army, and many things could not be explained after the two sides met.

The considerate old Li saw the other party's fear, and then waved his hand and said, "Old Wang, you go back first. I'll say hello to Chu Yunfei and buy time for you."

After the 21st Regiment left, Li Yunlong led his main force and approached the battlefield openly.

"Brother Yunfei! Yunlong is here!"

Chu Yunfei was originally a little tired, and after hearing the rough roar, he was trembling with energy. This familiar voice, this long-lost feeling, is Li Yunlong!

"Brother Yunlong, I miss you so much after not seeing you for so many days."

"I wonder how your unit has gained, and whether it has maintained its former style."

Fang Ligong was also excited. He had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Anyone who is tortured by an unfamiliar name every day will cherish the opportunity of revenge like him.

Hearing the other party's question, Li Yunlong was confused.

The generals of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army all like to be hypocritical and polite. Why did he get straight to the point today, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Thanks to Brother Chu, it's not bad overall."

"From May 7th to now, it's just killing a major general and eating up a brigade."

"In addition, the scattered devils add up to about two or three thousand. I wonder how your 358th Regiment has gained? At least you have to kill a regiment, right?"

To be honest, Captain Li really didn't mean to mock.

In his opinion, the 358th Regiment is remarkable in terms of equipment and individual soldier quality. As long as the tactics are right, there is absolutely no problem in annihilating a regiment.

Sincerity is always a killer move. When Chu Fang and his partner heard about a brigade and a major general, they broke through the defense one after another and showed an expression of disbelief.

But Chu Yunfei soon discovered the blind spot. He said very confidently: "Brother Yunlong, I think you are joking. Your 129th Division only officially participated in the battle yesterday."

"You don't know yet, I am already a paratrooper."

In order to enhance the authenticity, Li Yunlong also shook the general's knife at his waist.

"Brother Yunfei, we will see each other another day. The Zhongtiaoshan Campaign has not yet ended completely. I will visit your regiment headquarters in person another day."

The next chapter will be sent before 1 o'clock. I won't go to bed until I finish my debt today!