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

An oil lamp was hung on a branch of a tree. The dim light made the air-leakage tent dark and gloomy. The brigade commander Zhou Zhidao sat beside the ammunition box covered with maps, smoking a cigarette with his head bowed in a depressed mood.

"Have the casualties been counted?"

The sound of guns and artillery in front stopped, the mountain wind blew the oil lamp flames wildly, and the tent was flickering, reflecting the tired face of brigade commander Zhou Zhidao.

"Brigade, more than half of the two main battalions of the 0th and 0st Regiment have been lost, and there are more than 500 people left in the [-]th and [-]nd Regiment..."

Looking at the long list of scarlet casualties, the sigh of the staff officer made the atmosphere in the tent even more heavy.

The brigade commander Zhou Zhidao's facial muscles twitched slightly in the darkness, and he ordered in a low voice: "The brothers who died in battle should be buried on the spot. The notice of death in battle must be sent back to their homes. I can only count on that little compensation..."

"Let's do the humble job." The staff officer responded, raised his hand to salute the military, turned around and strode away.

Looking at the staff officer who disappeared into the night, Zhou Zhidao turned his head and asked, "What's the situation with the devil's reinforcements?"

An intelligence staff officer raised his head and replied, "According to the information provided by the Bureau of Statistics and Investigation, the main force of Maruyama Masao's Sixth Brigade left Ruichang in the evening and could arrive here before dawn."

One of their infantry brigades couldn't even handle the devil's two brigades. Thinking of the devil's brigade coming over, Zhou Zhidao felt inexplicably heavy.

Zhou Zhidao continued to ask, "Does the teacher have any orders?"

"The master told us to take Minshan Mountain. He is rushing here with the [-]rd Brigade and will arrive tomorrow afternoon."

The intelligence staff paused and said, "I heard that the Eighth Division is also gathering for reinforcements.

Brigadier Zhou Zhidao muttered to himself: "This battle is getting more and more fought..."

But he also knew in his heart that if they couldn't take down the Minshan Devil's position as soon as possible, then even if the troops came over, they would not be a match for the Devil without the advantage of the terrain.

So the most urgent task now is to snatch Minshan from the devil's hands before the devil's reinforcements arrive. Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to the serious-faced chief of staff.

The chief of staff met Zhou Zhidao's gaze, and said, "Brother seat, the casualties of various ministries are heavy. What our staff office means is to clean up the devil's strongholds around Minshan Mountain first. Even if we can't attack Minshan Mountain, we can rely on these The high ground contends with the devils."

"Tell me specifically." Zhou Zhidao said as he snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"We are going to use the 0st Regiment to attack Jinlonggeng, the 0nd Regiment to attack Yunling, and the Brigade Guard Battalion and the Supply Battalion to attack together..."

The chief of staff took off the oil lamp, pointed to the messy map drawn with red and blue lines, and introduced their new battle plan to brigade commander Zhou Zhidao.

Brigadier Zhou Zhidao looked at the devil strongholds scattered around Minshan, frowned and asked, "Have you figured out the strength of the devil troops stationed above?"

"Staff Hu personally led people to investigate just now. I guess the devils who are only stationed in the squadron size, although our regiments have suffered relatively large losses, we should be able to take them down."

It was helpless for them to formulate this new battle plan. The devils deployed heavy troops on the main position of Minshan Mountain, and they suffered heavy losses and could not take it down.

Now I can only retreat to the next best thing, hoping to take down the surrounding highlands, and then rely on these places to stop the devils from advancing in the direction of De'an.

Brigadier Zhou Zhidao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head, and agreed to the new plan made by the staff.

"Order: Each regiment launches an attack on each target at four o'clock in the morning. Before dawn, the enemy must be cleared and the position consolidated."

Brigadier Zhou Zhidao walked to the door of the tent, the mountain wind mixed with rain fell on his face, and he felt a chill.

He turned his head and added: "Tell the heads of the regiments that this battle is related to whether our brigade can gain a firm foothold in Minshan. If there are those who are afraid of the battle and delay the battle, military law will be followed!"

The staff officer was silent, and quickly recorded it on the document, asked Zhou Zhidao to sign it, and quickly distributed it to the regiments.

Yang Ling and the others also received a new combat order from the brigade headquarters. Instead of attacking the main position of Minshan, which was heavily guarded by the devils, they would attack the Jinlonggeng on the flanking mountains.

The pouring rain poured down under the cover of night, and the cold wind mixed with the rain made the brothers in the trench drenched thoroughly, and also washed away the strong smell of blood during the day.

In the dripping regiment command post, officers of the 0th and [-]st Regiment were exhausted, squatting or sitting with their heads drooping and smoking, and the atmosphere was dull.

"The brigade asked us to take down the Golden Dragon Terrier before dawn. There is at least one squadron of devils stationed on it. Which one of you would like to take the lead?" Zhang Handuo looked around and asked.

Lu Xing, the first battalion commander with a blood-soaked gauze wrapped around his head, snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and stood up abruptly: "Teacher, let's join the battalion, even if we die, we will take down the golden dragon stalk!" !"

The first battalion was smashed into the main camp of the devils in Minshan. After two hours of hand-to-hand combat, they were forced down by the devils. Lu Xing kept holding his breath in his heart, feeling unwilling.

"Old Lu, there are less than one hundred and ten people left in your first battalion. I think it's fine. Let's go to the second battalion this time." Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, also spoke.

Lu Xing seemed to have been poked into a sore spot, and he raised his neck and shouted excitedly: "What's wrong with the hundred and ten people left! Even if I'm the only one left in our battalion, that's the main force! I can also take down the devils." position!"

"Sit down!" Seeing the excited Lu Xing, the group leader Zhang Handuo scolded.

Lu Xing sat down angrily, Chen Ming was also full of embarrassment, and the atmosphere in the tent became cold again.

"Captain Lu, Commander Chen, don't argue with any of you. Our third battalion has been resting for several hours. This time our third battalion will take the lead."

Yang Ling looked at the two battalion commanders who refused to give in to each other, and took over the task of this attack by himself.

"Deputy Commander Yang, you...you want me to go back and explain to my brothers. Most of the people in our battalion are lying there forever. The living brothers are counting on this battle to seek revenge from the little devil. !” The Second Battalion Commander immediately shouted dissatisfied.

"Wars are not child's play. Your battalion has lost so much, can you guarantee that you can take down the devil's position in one go?" Yang Ling asked back.

"Yes! Even if we fight all out, we promise to win the devil's position!"

"If you fight all out, you won't be able to fight tomorrow? How will you avenge the brothers who died in the future?"

Yang Ling's direct questioning left the second battalion commander, who was not good at words, speechless. He wanted to defend himself, but the regiment leader Zhang Handuo spoke up.

"Don't argue about this matter. The third battalion is the main attack, and the first battalion and the second battalion are responsible for following up and clearing out the remnants of the enemy." Zhang Handuo stopped the argument.

Body 4 Chapter Sixty Sneak Attack

The heavy rain covered the distant mountains and nearby forests. The black and steep mountains were hidden under the night, and the sky was also pitch black, shrouded in thick dark clouds.

The torrential rain seemed to drench the mountain, and it was endless. The smell of blood was so strong that it was washed away by the rain, and replaced by the smell of mud.

Blackened by the gunpowder, the brothers held their guns and looked for shelter from the rain. The dilapidated tents and the thick trees were crowded with people.

But they were still completely drenched by the heavy rain, and their scorched clothes soaked in the rain and blood, becoming as dirty as their cheeks.

"Tamad, this rain came at the wrong time..." A brother looked at the night sky that looked like a hole, and cursed softly.

Rainwater and blood flowed down the trenches, and the fluffy ground from the shells became muddy. In the sound of rain, there were one or two cold gunshots and calls from the wounded and sick from time to time, and then it was quiet again.

The deputy battalion commander, Old Smoker, was lying on the wet trench wall, drenched all over. He held his breath and listened carefully to the movement on the other side of the devil's position, hoping to hear something from the sound of the rain.

But there was no movement in the devil's camp except for the sound of rain, as if there were no living people under the night.

But the old smoker didn't dare to be careless. After fighting the little devil for so long, he knew the little devil's urination all too well. He was extremely tenacious in willpower and extremely cunning. More than once or twice.

"Who!"

The old smoker suddenly heard the sound of wading through the muddy water behind him, quickly turned the muzzle of the gun, and shouted with a tense face.

"it's me--"