.Ltd. General Mutan thought that his 18th Division was a first-class and capable warfare army in the Japanese army, and he had an absolute advantage in all aspects. His previous failure was just a temporary underestimation of the enemy. Although this correct attitude may not be as powerful as a rock, victory can still be expected! But soon, General Mutan, who had studied in the UK in his early years, found that this idea was a bit too naive. You must know that he and his 18th Division were facing a Chinese army that was not like the Chinese army!

On March 6th, the morning of the third day after the Lashio Defense Battle started. The 557 Highland outside Lashio City, which had not yet dissipated.

A group of middle and low-level Japanese officers with strong expressions were surrounded by stars and personally went to the first important position of the defending army captured by the 23rd Brigade to "see and walk around", Major General Tuo Meihao, the commander of the brigade, dodging left and right, and struggling on the hill piled with the remains of the fallen soldiers of the Chinese and Japanese armies. As the "flesh swamp" gradually deepened, the standard masks called "resoluteness" on the faces of the Japanese officers were also disintegrating one after another. Before this "sightseeing group" with dozens of people walked to the center of the position, the

There were many people frowning. What's more, when the team passed half of the person's face was cut off by shrapnel, several officers from the brigade headquarters, who were weak-willed, covered their mouths and noses with their hands wearing white gloves. If they changed the time and place, such behavior that would damage the reputation of the "military" would probably be slapped by their direct superiors first, and then scolded them with a big blow. But at this moment, the officers who were already shocked in their hearts were still in the mood to scold them.

"Yongcun Jun! The final tactic you used last night? You should know that using this tactic must be approved by the command center above the brigade!" From the point where the slightly complete body could not be found in the core area of ​​the highland, Major General Tuo Meihao saw some traces of face and asked in a deep voice.

The captain of the 55th Regiment, Colonel Fujio Nagamura, saw his boss' expression in disarray, and quickly replied carefully: "Brigate Commander. The Chinese army guarding this highland has strong fighting will, strong overall combat power, and excellent equipment. They are all beyond the expectations of the Xiaguan. At dusk yesterday, the forces of the two squadrons had rushed to the highland to start close combat with it, but the battle was still not resolved. And the Chinese reinforcements were approaching the highland, and the Xiaguan was forced to do helpless..."

"I know." Major General Tuo Meihao, who confirmed his conjecture, controlled his subordinates' interpretation. Although, the essence is to take advantage of the fact that the Chinese army is fighting with the side and use artillery fire to eliminate both personnel with physical strength, it is not a taboo topic among senior Japanese officers in the area of ​​consumables. However, it is not a good thing to boast. Especially when in this extremely violent and bloody atmosphere, I am afraid that talking about these major generals who will further affect the depressed feelings of the subordinates around me will not be willing to let Colonel Nagamura continue.

"Yongcun Jun. Nothing is the case! You have to know that China's population is nine times that of Japan!" Major General Tuo Meihao's faint words made Zheng worry about being scolded. Even the punishment of Colonel Yongcun was relieved. But he would immediately find that his tone was relieved too early.

"Yongcun, how much is your corps' loss in order to win this high ground?" Yongcun, who had been confident about this, blurted out without thinking: "The Xiaguan's corps died in this battle and injured 693 people."

He was looking down at the Major General who was half buried in the wet blood mud and was blown into two pieces by the shells. He seemed to be carelessly summed up: "That is to say, for a small 557 high ground, your corps has spent more than two days and one night, but has also lost more than 40% of his combat power, right?"

Colonel Nagamura replied, "Yes! Your brigade commander..."

"So can you tell me how many Chinese troops are there in guarding here?" The major general who raised his head asked aggressively while staring at his subordinates with a sharp gaze as sharp as an eagle.

"Maybe it two battalions? Or maybe it's one regiment?" The colonel, who had been guilty of this, seemed a little incoherent when he was panicked after the brigade commander asked to go to the high ground to inspect it.

Before the brigade commander could speak, the officers who surrounded the two people who were answering each other were whispering. What a joke! Who doesn’t know that the Chinese defenders in Lashio had only one division, and there were as many as three or four places outside Lashio City and the 557th Heights and similar key areas. By the same token, the commander of the Chinese army could not put a regiment on the 557th Heights, which was called Zhumapo by the locals?

"Yongcunjun, don't you mind we counting it?" Major General Tuo Meihao said this sentence calmly, but it sounded like a deadly steel knife in Colonel Yongcun's ears. The meaning of the officers in the brigade team looked at Colonel Yongcun from the earlier contempt to pity and savage. They had been serving in the senior command center for a long time, and they were all clear in their hearts. Even if it was just for political considerations, the "Imperial Army" with far fewer soldiers than the Chinese army could never be, and they dare not admit that their individual combat power was not as good as that of the Chinese army. In this way, the responsibility for this battle with victory and defeat in the victory must be the commander of the unstoppable front-line commander, and Colonel Yongcun himself was responsible. In other words, Yongcun probably wouldn't see the next sunrise.

"Yongcunjun, can I ask someone to start counting?" Major General Tuo Meihao, who had a expressionless face, urged repeatedly.

Colonel Yongcun, who knew that he had reached the end of the country, silently took off his own sword and held him in front of the major general. This action had a special meaning for the Japanese officer, that is, he asked the superior to give him the power to apologize. In fact, Major General Tuo Meihao knew that there was nothing wrong with Yongcun's command. But he also knew that the Chinese army, which had only seven or eight hundred people at most, could block the Japanese army from a full corps with heavy artillery support and thirty-six hours of attack, and caused him to lose more than a thousand soldiers to defile the military flag. There was another explanation, otherwise the battle would be impossible to continue.

Just as Major General Tuo Meihao was about to signal Yongcun to cut a caesarean section on the spot to boost the morale of the army, a Japanese commander who was supposed to submit a document with a communications staff from the brigade headquarters rushed to the brigade commander in one breath from the hill. This commander was abnormal in his behavior and immediately attracted the attention of most officers on the high ground. You must know that reporting at a higher level is equal to the strict Japanese army and the urgent important military information of 100,000.

The more careful Japanese officers noticed that from the second after receiving the telegram from the missionary, Major General Tatsumihao, who had always been known for his calmness and calmness, became solemn as if the hand holding the telegram was trembling slightly, as if the paper weighed a thousand pounds.

After a long time, he finally "freed" himself from the content of the telegram. Major General Tuo Meihao first pushed away the saber of the Yongcun Colonel, and then comforted him: "Your Excellency Yongcun, let the blood of the Chinese people wash away your shame!"

The gratitude of Nagamura was about to say a few "bold words". The major general who held the telegram tightly in his hand turned his head. While scanning all the officers around him, he announced solemnly: "You guys, the division commander, just ordered that from two young men, all the troops involved in the attack on Lashio City will not be allowed to stop for another minute."

Although they were somewhat mentally prepared, the officers could not help but feel an uproar. Of course, they understood the general's meaning of not being able to pause for a minute, but not being able to attack continuously regardless of day and night.

"The brigade commander, the tactical actions of the Chinese Eighth Army, which is closest to Lashu, are not active. It has been several days since I was still squatting on the east bank of the Salwin River. What's more, the 114th Regiment has already completed defense along the river." Although Colonel Hojo, the captain of the 56th Regiment, had not finished his words, the doubtful meaning was obvious.

"It's not for the Eighth Army. There is information that about an hour ago, a Chinese army with the White Tiger Banner stepped across the China-Myanmar border." Major General Tuo Meihao explained with a wry smile.

For a time, the timidity that could be seen between the eyebrows of the officers who had been swimming under the cauldron of the New 100th Division was vaguely visible between the eyebrows of those who had just joined the army in recent years, either had a confused or high-spirited face (in the 23rd Brigade, which was almost destroyed in Qinzhou, Cheng Jiaji and his army were regarded as taboos by the elderly and would not be discussed at all.) In the Japanese army that was prevalent in seniority, the former's military ranks were of course higher than the latter.

Faced with the clear distinction between the subordinates' expressions, why don't you feel a lot of emotion as Major General Tuo Meihao, the only brigade-level officer (Chief of Staff) who survived that "natural disaster"?

But he still knew that this time was obviously not the right time to "nostalgia".

So the major general turned his attention to the "poor" Colonel Nagamura again.

"Yongcunjun, I will allocate the brigade's baggage brigade and the second brigade of the 56th Regiment to you, and authorize you to use any means you think you need to use. But you only have twelve hours this time. If I can't stand on the 680 Heights before dark, then please die gloriously!" The major general's tone was undoubtedly decisive.

"Hayi!" Yongmeng bent with all his strength, making people worried that he would bend his waist.

After arranging these, Major General Tuo Meihao rushed to the division headquarters with the protection of several personal guards. Perhaps because he was too anxious, the Major General almost fell down while going downhill.

More than an hour later, the Japanese army began to shell the 680 Heights.

Although Sun Burun sat as firmly as Mount Tai in the command center and was orderly dispatched, he knew that from the beginning of falling the first row of shells from the 680-high, his iron-killing heart was already hanging upside down.

The New 38th Division was half of the veterans who had been bleeding and wounded on the Songhu battlefield with General Sun since his time in the Tax Police Corps. There is no way to say about combat experience and deep hatred for the Japanese. Sun Bolun was confident enough about the technical and tactical ability of this army that had been lying on firewood and tasting gall in the mountains of Guizhou for two or three years. It is no exaggeration to say that if the Japanese army followed the normal fighting style, relying on the more than 10,000 elite soldiers under his command, even if the Japanese soldiers came to join a division, he would have the confidence to stay in this small town for half a month or even longer. Before the fall of the 557th Highlands, he also thought so. And General Sun also firmly believed that as long as his troops could last ten days in Lashio.

The Japanese army had to return without success. But from last night, Sun Bolun suddenly realized that he had underestimated the beast nature of the Japanese army, or underestimated the impact of the gains and losses of the Lashio area on the entire battle situation. Now it seems that although the scale of this battle is not large, it may be more cruel than Luodian, which is bloody! General Sun had already thought that Cheng Jiaji had rushed for thousands of miles to support, and in a sense, it became the death talisman of the New Thirty-Eighth Division that he and he had worked hard to manage for several years. The 18th Division may not care about the loss of the backbone and becoming a scattered Eighth Army. But he would never dare to have any thoughts about the New One Hundred Division.

He was also sure that the Japanese attack on the 680 Heights would only be even more crazy. The reason was that the importance of being able to look down on the entire city of Lashio was clearly placed there!

But Sun Buren was an excellent general after all, and he used his life to trade his life as a "rogue tactic" for the Japanese army. He also came up with a countermeasure. Now, this is the matter that made Sun Buren worry. After all, although this method has been used for thousands of years, the ratio of success to failure is 500. If it weren't for the Japanese "rogue" being forced into an urgent need and General Sun, who advocates the right way to fight the military, wouldn't really want to take this risk!

At the same time, it enveloped the 680 Heights under the "Fire Net" woven by the Japanese artillery.

If it were a Chinese army, at such a tense moment, Su Zhengliang, the highest commander of nearly two battalions of defenders in this strategic location, even if he did not go bare, he would probably have to go to the front line trenches to supervise the battle. However, this "popular trend" that relies on the personal courage of the chief officer to inspire morale and maintain the morale of the army, from the day of its establishment, did not work in the New 38th Division, which had been deeply imprinted with the Western military concepts. The New 38th Division has its own unique style. As the Japanese generals in history who were defeated by this Chinese brigade in history, the New 38th Division and the troops derived from it fought, no matter how many soldiers there were, they were always so organized and clear, which was clear at a glance, but helpless. In a word, it can be said to be a dignified army, majestic and grand!

In fact, using this tactic that is constantly running like a precision instrument that performs its own duties will also have to pay the corresponding "price". In contrast, the middle and high commanders who are only responsible for simple thinking will be beaten by "ruthlessly" in their own way. It is not worth mentioning. The biggest weakness is that once the brain is removed by the enemy, no matter how powerful the limbs are, they will be slaughtered. Of course, these are all later stories.

At this moment, Su Zhengliang, the commander of the 114th regiment, was standing in a bunker that was urgently repaired with high-grade cement, calmly observing every movement in front of the position.

The sound of cannons was still rumbling, and there was no sign of stopping. A queue of Japanese troops, who seemed to be sparse but had a lot of people, braved their own artillery fire and rushed towards the 680 high ground.

The Japanese's move made Su Zhengliang's "little white face" that was disliked by his colleagues. The Japanese's tricks were hidden from the eyes of the youngest commander of the New 38th Division, which was highly appreciated by General Sun. The Japanese commander clearly wanted to re-use the old trick he used in the 557th Highlands a few hours ago.

"The Japanese devils are really enjoying the sweetness!" Su Zhengliang, who is also an Anhui native, cursed his hometown and used standard American military gestures to signal a staff captain behind him, asking him to inform him that he could start some corresponding preparations.

At the foot of the mountain not far away, Colonel Yongcun, who was fighting with his back and forth, was tied with his "menstrual strips", with his skinny chest naked, waving the sword in his hand that almost cut into his own abdomen, and urging at the top of his throat to the top of his throat, the Japanese army was speeding up the advancement. Of course, no matter how hard the captain Ren shouted, it was impossible to spread far from the cannon. The real function was the flag-spoke soldiers behind Yongcun.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer! Su Zhengliang thought in his heart about the distance between the Japanese soldiers who were relatively thick in their thighs and those who ran as fast as dogs and their front-line positions.

It has to be admitted that the Japanese artillery's business quality is still quite high. Just when the Japanese infantry rushed to less than 300 meters from the Chinese army's position, all artillery fire stopped at the same time.

"Full team!" The Japanese army, who were sent to "dead" by the "state", quickly formed several rows of attack formations under the shouts of the officers. After a complete team, the Japanese army pressed up to the Chinese military positions with bayonets.

"Yo Xi!" Seeing the plan he had made, Nagamura Fujio, who was only one step away from success, was so excited.

Coincidentally, just as Colonel Yongcun's kidney secretion suddenly accelerated, his direct opponent also "activated" the "switch" in his hand. With the order of Commander Su, the grenades tied to the dogs of hundreds of residents who were urgently recruited by the Chinese army from Lashio City were pulled apart. At the same time, their tails that had been soaked in oil were also ignited by Chinese soldiers. Immediately afterwards, these "good players" who were temporarily upgraded to military dogs rushed out of the position.

The dogs with pain in their tails ran straight. At the precisely calculated time point when the grenade exploded, they were "steady as fast as flying" and could "win the victory" of the Japanese suicide squad that had rushed to the position. Hundreds of dogs were like the landmines that were automatically ejected. The Japanese army in the first row were exploding in a burst of explosions, and they all turned into "bloody winds" that sprinkled into the "world" from mid-air. Knowing that the Japanese army had no way out to retreat here, they were really tragic.

It was so fierce that the officers were not forced to force him. The Japanese troops in the next few rows rushed up without waiting for the "blood rain" to dissipate. The "braveness" that regards their own life as nothing, coupled with their hideous image of their heads and faces covered with flesh and blood, was quite touching. Unfortunately, the defenders and soldiers who were as deep as the sea of ​​enemies with the Japanese did not have the "feelings" of "emotion" of "emotions"! In their hands, more four-legged "death messengers" were released from their positions in different waves.

"Da, da, da!" The blocking of the Japanese machine gunners made some dogs "dead before they succeeded." However, the Japanese officers and soldiers who were eager to get closer to the Chinese army found in despair that they were doing nothing more than turning the moveable "jump" into an unmovable authentic mine. Moreover, the dust caused by the explosion also made the Japanese machine guns more and less likely to kill the dogs. As for the 38 rifle with too strong penetration, it is not easy to aim in such a situation where almost no one is shaking, but it is lucky to hit the dogs, as long as they don't hit the brains of the dogs who are in a state of high concentration.

Bags, or dog legs, are just passing through meat, and they cannot stop immediately. In other words, there is no practical meaning at all. Just as the remaining Japanese army was panicked and unpredictable, the last batch of "killers" appeared. These groups were wolf dogs and Tibetan mastiffs raised by toasts, heads. They were well-trained, not only were they much more agile and fierce than the previous few similar groups, but they were even more "unfortunate" to the Japanese army. These dogs with little bloodlines have also been urgently taught by people with bad intentions to "love" the Japanese army's duck shit yellow uniforms, and were specially selected to clean the battlefield in individual "heart talks".

In this way, with both sides "not afraid of death", this death duel between nearly a thousand Burmese China-China "Brave Dogs" and hundreds of purebred Japanese "Warriors" fell from the latitude curtain in just a quarter of an hour.

"Baga!" Colonel Nagamura, who felt deeply "humiliation", was so angry that he threw his beloved high-magnetic telescope to the ground.

Yongcun, whose Damox Sword, which would automatically fall down as soon as the sun sets, certainly did not want to die in obscurity with humiliation.

After the "human-dog duel" ended, less than an hour, two brigades of Japanese troops launched a new attack on the 680 Heights. The "embarrassing" reality was that Colonel Yongcun, who had lingering fears, used the conventional tactics of step by step. Please give me some votes, please give me some?

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