Chapter 336: Fighting with My Brain, the Advantage Is Mine
North of Datong, the Joint Command Post of the North China Front Army.
Seeing the small flags representing his own troops advancing in an orderly manner, Nishihara Issaku's old face suddenly showed an excited expression. He suddenly turned around and said to his colleagues beside him:
"Yo, it seems that our tactics are very successful. Sooner or later, the warriors will be able to break through all the defenses outside Datong City."
"In my opinion, the casualties of the Eighth Route Army will definitely not be small. Those Republic of China people who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside are definitely not the opponents of the Japanese locust army in terms of resilience."
"Next, as long as we can cross the moat and destroy the city wall, our army can enter Datong unimpeded."
Compared with the 26th Division and the 110th Division, the overall casualties of the Mongolian Cavalry Group are relatively optimistic.
They are equipped with a certain number of armored vehicles, Type 95 light tanks and Type 97 medium tanks, and the values of breakthrough and protection are naturally much higher than those of ordinary infantry divisions.
In addition, in this battle, the main attack direction is the responsibility of Iimori Numa's troops, so Nishihara Issaku naturally retained a certain strength.
Hearing this, the other two Japanese lieutenant generals also nodded.
Although their division suffered heavy casualties, the two men always believed that the effort and reward would definitely be proportional. The current loss is just the darkness before dawn.
Thinking of this, the bitterness on the faces of Shitsuya Otosaburo and Iinuma Mamoru was diluted a little.
"Judging from the current situation, the intelligence provided by Commander Gangcun is likely to be correct. Only the senior commander of the Eighth Route Army can match the current defensive strength."
"If the enemy's garrison in Datong collapses at the first touch, I will doubt whether the so-called division commander really exists."
"If everything goes well, the troops will be able to enter the city smoothly tomorrow. I hope everyone can continue to work together and never let the spoils run away because of internal fighting."
Hearing Iinuma Mamoru's reminder, Shitsuya and Nishihara, two lieutenant generals, suddenly became serious, and then expressed their agreement.
Such behavior is not because the old Japanese are overly cautious. It is mainly because there has always been a fine tradition of infighting and grabbing credit within their army.
For example, during the Battle of Taiyuan, Seishirō Itahara had made many public statements that affected unity, just because Hideki Tojo had occupied several cities first.
Now the three of them have fought hard for so long and paid an unprecedented huge price.
If they let the big fish go because of competing for credit at the last stage, I guess the Taisho locusts would have to crawl out of the coffin and curse.
"Iinuma-kun, you can rest assured."
"There are only six senior officers at the level of division commander in the Eighth Route Army. As long as we can catch any one of them, such credit is enough for the three of us to be promoted by half a level."
"The cake is big enough, there is no need to fight for it."
As soon as these words came out, the three lieutenant generals all showed sinister smiles and decided to cooperate well in their hearts.
Maybe he can be promoted to general for his own credit, and he may even have the opportunity to sit on the throne of commander after the reconstruction of the First Army. But the Eighth Route Army in Datong is not a vegetarian, and it is impossible to win with just one division.
Ten birds in the bush are not as good as one bird in the hand.
Such a simple and easy-to-understand truth was naturally understood by the old and shrewd Japanese.
Just as the three were preparing to further discuss the details of tonight's attack, a series of deafening explosions suddenly came from the front line in the distance.
Due to the victory during the day, Nishihara Isaku and his party had already moved the headquarters to a position close to the battlefield.
At this moment, the strong artillery bombardment even shook off a lot of dust from the roof.
"Enemy attack! The Eighth Route Army launched a night raid!"
"Come on! Hurry up and take the lieutenant generals away from the battlefield! This place is likely to be within the range of the enemy's artillery, and the division commander cannot be put in danger!"
"Hey!"
In a panic, a squadron of guards rushed into the command post. Without saying a word, they set up the old Japanese and lifted the three people onto the truck and drove north.
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The next morning, Fengzhen.
Although the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region did not kill them last night, the frightened old Japanese still moved the headquarters back more than 30 kilometers.
Looking at the ash-faced commander of the 108th Brigade, Mamoru Iinuma received the loss report in a very depressed mood.
"I'm confused! Why does the Eighth Route Army always give special treatment to our division? With three full positions, don't they know how to find soft persimmons to squeeze?"
"What's wrong with the people of the Republic of China? They have to fight to the death with the strongest enemy!"
"Last night, we lost more than half of the battalion! If we continue to fight like this, one of my brigades will be written off!"
According to the order of the army reorganization expert, the three columns of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region began to retreat to the city in an orderly manner under the cover of artillery last night.
In the original plan of the headquarters, the soldiers only needed to do some thunder and rain to scare the devils away and gain enough space.
But neither the enemy nor us expected that the two infantry brigades of the 110th Division, without receiving clear instructions from their superiors, came up with a classic wave of subjugation.
From the perspective of the two brigade commanders, Ishii Kaho and Tsuda Mitake, their casualties during the day were indeed not small, but they were mainly from the vassal army.
The four regiments of the two have not been seriously injured.
Fighting at night can greatly reduce the artillery advantage of the Eighth Route Army, and mainly tests the individual quality of the infantry and the use of light weapons.
As subordinate units of the strongest Type B division, the 108th Brigade and the 133rd Brigade have no reason to be timid.
Under the influence of the strange and wonderful warrior spirit, the two Japanese major generals hit it off and directly issued a combat order, dividing the tens of thousands of people in their hands into two batches.
The result?
The result is classic: the enemy not only refused to surrender, but also dared to fight back against our army.
Night battles can indeed eliminate the gap in firepower between the two sides to a certain extent, but this rule is useless for the main force of the Eighth Route Army at this stage.
The Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region has already completed the 50th forcing platoon, 60th forcing company, 81st forcing battalion, and even 120mm mortars have almost been equipped at the regiment level.
Poor vision will indeed affect the hit rate.
But if I cover an area directly, how should you deal with it?
Fortunately, the Jin-Ji Column received an order not to pursue deeply, and the 108th Brigade and the 133rd Brigade, who knew that the firepower gap was too large, ran fast enough, otherwise it would definitely be more than half a battalion that would annihilate the enemy.
Hearing Iimori's complaints, Nishihara Issaku hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.
The old devil first glared at the two major generals, and then used his classic advantage to argue with me.
"Fan Shoujun, the intelligence is very clear. Although the Eighth Route Army launched a night attack last night, they took the initiative to abandon the carefully prepared second line of defense."
"Have you ever thought about the hidden reason behind this?" (End of this chapter)