RPAGF Chapter 125 It’s better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt him
Chapter 125 It’s better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt him
125 It is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten fingers
Now, for Ye Qingshan, how to defeat the thousand Japanese soldiers guarding the mountain is his last problem.
And this problem is not easy to solve.
Ye Qingshan saw that the assault led by Black Bear and the special operations battalion soldiers had failed just now.
Even at this point, this group of devils still maintains extremely high combat qualities.
They were relying on that small hill, which couldn't even be called a hill, but was at most a mound of earth.
In a very short time, a simple defensive position was built.
Facing the assault soldiers of the Black Bear Special Operations Battalion, the Japanese brigade commander also formulated targeted tactics.
Zhou Xinghai and his men attacked for three consecutive hours, paying the price of hundreds of casualties, but they still continued to attack.
"Sir, this is a telegram from Commander Deng!"
At this time, the telegraph operator ran in and shouted.
Ye Qingshan took the telegram, which was sent by Deng Longguang of the 83rd Army.
When asked about the battle situation on Ye Qingshan's side, Ye Qingshan had nothing to hide at this time.
The record of crippling the Japanese 117th Regiment was told to Deng Longguang.
"What? Ye Qingshan and his men really crippled the 117th Regiment of the Japanese Sixth Brigade?"
Song Xilian was standing next to Deng Longguang and was also shocked when he heard the news.
“Well, that’s what Brother Ye said in the telegram.
He said that they had now surrounded the last thousand or so members of the Japanese 117th Regiment on a hill.
Unfortunately, we have not been able to attack yet. "
Deng Longguang said.
"As expected of Ye Qingshan, he only used 4,000 men to cripple an entire regiment of the Japanese. This is an impressive feat.
Didn't he tell him that the Japanese 13th Division on our side has also sent troops to rescue the Japanese 117th Regiment?
Although we sent troops to stop them, the front-line commander said that the Japanese 13th Division was attacking very crazily.
Our frontline troops may not be able to hold out for long.
At this point, he should quit while he's ahead.
Retreat immediately."
Song Xilian said anxiously.
He felt that it was acceptable for Ye Qingshan to fight to this extent.
Deng Longguang also thinks so.
However, when Ye Qingshan received the telegrams from the two, he almost burst into curses.
"Damn it, I've been planning for so long, and I'm only able to cripple a regiment of the Japanese, and you're satisfied?
Shit!
It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them.
I must annihilate the 117th Regiment of the Japanese today."
Ye Qingshan roared angrily.
Then he told Deng Longguang and Song Xilian to let their blocking troops buy him as much time as possible.
"This Ye Qingshan, why doesn't he listen to advice?"
Song Xilian was very worried.
But there was no other way, they could only order the front-line troops to delay the reinforcements sent by the Japanese 13th Division as much as possible.
Buy more time for Ye Qingshan.
But if in the end, their front-line blocking troops cannot stop the Japanese, there is nothing they can do.
The ambush started at around ten o'clock in the morning and lasted until around five o'clock in the afternoon.
More than seven hours had passed and it was getting dark.
Ye Qingshan also became anxious.
Hearing the fierce gunfire coming from the north, Ye Qing knew that Zhou Pingkou and his men were still blocking the enemy at Phoenix Ridge in the north.
He knew that Zhou Pingkou's blocking position in the north was under tremendous pressure.
He must end this ambush as soon as possible.
But no matter how great the pressure was, Ye Qingshan did not waver in his determination to defeat the Japanese 117th Regiment today.
"Go, inform Brigade Commander Sun and report to him the location of the enemy's hilltop.
Tell them to have the rocket artillery battalion ready for me.
After dark, wait for my orders."
Ye Qingshan looked at the setting sun, which was shining across the western mountains and was extremely beautiful.
But he gave the order coldly.
"Sir, Wang Dachuan is here to report."
"Commander Ye, I, Lu Dahai, am here too."
Before dark, several brave generals under Ye Qingshan also eliminated the Japanese in the two encirclements in the south and came to meet Ye Qingshan.
Ye Qingshan called together all the core officers under his command and held a meeting.
"Brothers, there are only a thousand devils left.
I decided to launch a night attack on the Japanese positions after dark.
Tonight, we must defeat the Japanese 117th Regiment.
The night attack will begin after our rocket artillery battalion launches a wave of artillery strikes.
This time, I will lead the team myself.
You also each lead a team and attack in five directions..."
Ye Qingshan then assigned them specific combat tasks.
"Brothers, we have no way out in this battle.
If you win, you live; if you lose, you die."
Ye Qingshan looked at everyone and said in a firm tone.
Just as Ye Qingshan was gathering his core combat forces to mobilize for the final general attack.
Zhou Pingkou's blocking position in the north was facing the frenzied attack of the soldiers of the 118th Regiment of the th Brigade of the Japanese.
"Damn it, the devils are crazy, crazy.
Pack black charcoal, rocket launcher, destroy the Japanese firepower point for me."
Zheng Quezi walked through the trenches and shouted loudly.
After waiting for a while, he didn't see the Japanese's firepower point being destroyed, so he turned around and yelled to the back: "Damn it, Bao Heitan, what the hell are you doing..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the old fellow with a face as black as charcoal lying in the trench.
His eyes were still wide open, half of his body was burnt, and he was long dead.
In his hand he held a bazooka.
As a rocket launcher operator, he received the most attention from the Japanese artillery fire and ultimately could not make it.
Zheng Quezi walked forward and looked at another old friend who had fallen down. His eyes were red, but he couldn't cry.
Even he wasn't too sad.
In the past half day, he has seen off several old friends and his heart has long been numb.
He just walked over calmly, bent down, closed his old friend's eyes, and straightened his military uniform.
"Bao Heitan, look at you, you really turned into charcoal when you left.
Okay, you go now.
If he walks a few more steps, he can still catch up with the one-eyed guy.
After catching up with that guy, you tell him that you will definitely pay back the cigarettes I owe you.
So that he won't keep complaining about it when he leaves, as if he thinks I owe him a debt."
Just say this quickly.
Zheng Quezi picked up the bazooka next to him, stood up, and ignored the falling shells beside him.
They fired at several Japanese grenade throwers not far away.
Boom!
After the loud bang, all the Japanese grenade throwers were killed.
After killing these Japanese grenade throwers, the defensive pressure on their position would be greatly reduced.
Half an hour later, the Japanese attack from Zheng Quezi's flank position was repelled by them again.
Zheng Quezi sat in the trench rolling a cigarette and asked a platoon leader under him to count how many soldiers were left on their position.
Not long after, the dusty platoon leader came back to Zheng Quezi and said, "Company commander, there are only forty-three of us left who can still move.
There were several seriously injured, and I left grenades for them."