Rise From Eight Hundred

Perhaps, the only thing that made Kunisaki feel relieved was that the Chinese probably didn't have much ammunition and didn't lay mines along the road.

The biggest damage was that the simple road leading to the plain was dug up in more than a dozen places with the most primitive tools.

But this didn't bother the Kunisaki Detachment.

The reason why the Kunisaki Detachment was called a detachment was that it had cavalry, artillery, engineering, logistics, medical care, and communications. It was a more complete unit than a mixed brigade, and it was not an exaggeration to call it a small division.

Although there were not as many engineers as an engineering regiment of more than 600 people, there were nearly 200 engineers, and such "small damage" could be repaired quickly.

The Japanese engineers were absolutely professional. Although there was no industrial machinery to assist, they relied only on manpower, but they filled the pits when they encountered them and built bridges when they encountered water, allowing the carts that were closely protected by the infantry to pass smoothly.

But along the way, the Japanese army was also worried.

The simple road basically passes through the mountains, and the high mountains on both sides are densely forested. If there are hundreds of people hiding, they can't be seen at all...

In order to prevent being ambushed by the Chinese who are unwilling to give up, Kunisaki Zheng had to adopt the segmented marching method.

That is, an infantry battalion is the vanguard in front, and another infantry battalion follows one kilometer behind. After walking five kilometers, the infantry conducts fire reconnaissance or manual investigation on the mountains on both sides. After confirming that there is no danger, a signal is sent to the main force in the rear, and the main force will march.

Doing so can certainly avoid unnecessary risks, but the disadvantages are not small, and it seriously delays the marching time.

In addition, the Kunisaki Detachment, which has more than 8,000 troops in the Jing'an Army Brigade, which has been half buried in the ground, took a whole day to walk less than 15 kilometers, which is far lower than the Japanese army's 40-kilometer field marching speed.

Moreover, even with such strict precautions, something still happened at night.

A baggage train protected by two infantry squadrons was bombarded from the forest more than 700 meters away.

The Chinese should have determined the location of the baggage train's repair as early as the evening, but they waited patiently until 10 o'clock in the evening. Not long after the exhausted baggage train fell asleep, two mortars poured at least 8 shells at the baggage train.

The Japanese army certainly had infantry artillery, but the Chinese were simply shameless. The artillerymen who were forced to set up infantry artillery in the dark were still looking for the position of the attackers with the help of flares. As a result, the flares did not find the previous wave of attackers, but exposed their own position. Another wave of attackers threw more than a dozen shells, blowing up an infantry gun and the artillery.

It turned out that bombardment was also fishing.

The opponent not only wanted to starve the Japanese army of canned food and rice, but also wanted to kill rabbits by raking grass.

The key is that they succeeded.

The infantry captain who ordered the flares was almost chopped alive by the angry squadron leader.

As a guard, watching the snow-white rice being blown up like snowflakes, it is inevitable to recall the miserable situation two days ago when they were so hungry that they even washed the rice covered with feces and put it into the pot.

The frightened pack horses dragged the carts and ran wildly. If it were not for an infantry squadron leader who decisively ordered to shoot and kill them, I am afraid that fresh human hair would be left under the wheels of those carts.

A large number of pack horses died. The idea of ​​eating fresh meat was not particularly attractive to the Japanese infantry who had no shortage of meat, but when they thought that the rice and baggage might have to be carried by manpower, the Japanese infantry felt their shoulders ache.

The lieutenants only gave orders, and the lieutenants would execute them. It was obvious who would be the one to "move bricks".

In other words, the 20 shells may not have caused many casualties, but the psychological shadow they left on the Japanese army was not small.

If it had ended here, perhaps the Chinese attack today would have resulted in eight deaths, sixteen injuries, fourteen packhorses, and four carts destroyed.

It seemed tragic, but compared to the offensive battles a few days ago, it was nothing.

The Chinese were in the mountains and forests, carrying artillery weighing dozens of kilograms, so they couldn't run fast. Only by catching them or killing them could they relieve their hatred.

Of course, resolving the hatred was not important. Catching the murderer could ease the anger of the superiors, which was the simplest idea of ​​the Japanese infantry.

Didn't you see that the faces of the two infantry squadron leaders who were responsible for the protection were green under the moonlight?

The crazy Japanese infantry ran towards the depths of the dense forest at an unprecedented speed.

The result was obvious. The distance of 700 meters only took a few seconds for the mortar, but for the infantry, it really took a long time to run.

The most fatal thing was that the Chinese gave the Japanese infantry a lesson on what it meant to "never enter the forest", especially at this time of night.

Even though the Japanese infantrymen who had suffered from the Chinese chain mines were already very cautious, they could not see the fishing line that was blackened by the damn Chinese with ink, let alone shining a flashlight, even if they stared at it with their big eyes in broad daylight.

The Chinese imitation German-made grenades generally have a delay of five or six seconds. If the grenade was pulled by the wire, the Japanese infantrymen would have a buffer of five or six seconds. At least, even if they didn't know where the grenade was hung, they could always crawl to the ground!

But this time the Chinese did not use grenades, but incendiary bombs that were even more vicious than explosive grenades.

Yes, in the night attack on the Japanese baggage train in the east of Guangde City, Gu Xishui and others not only blew up the Japanese army's oil, but also carried a barrel of gasoline and ran away according to Tang Dao's request.

Dozens of big men took turns to carry a bucket of nearly 100 kilograms of gasoline back to the headquarters.

The key is that although there is gasoline, the independent battalion does not have any oil-consuming objects, which can only be used for heating.

So, Tang Dao used the daytime to personally teach the special operations team and the guard platoon how to make Molotov cocktails.

The sparks from the friction of the iron sheet pulled by the wire are enough to ignite the gasoline with a very low melting point, and the explosion of the gasoline bottle with rubber particles is enough to cover a space of three square meters, which is no less powerful than a grenade.

The Japanese soldiers covered with burning gasoline were like moving candles, illuminating the dark forest. The sizzling smell of oil became a nightmare for the Japanese infantrymen who frantically put out the fire with clothes but it was getting more and more intense.

At least four Japanese infantrymen were burned to death in the dense forest, and three were still alive, but judging from the large pieces of skin falling off and the smell of barbecue all over their bodies, they probably wouldn't survive until tomorrow morning.

The heavy losses made the Japanese second lieutenant who led the team give up the idea of ​​continuing to search and track in the forest.

But just because they didn't track, it didn't mean that the Chinese would give up.

Do you really think it's so comfortable to sleep in the open air in the winter?

Two mortar squads, accompanied by two special operations teams and two guard platoons, launched a total of six artillery attacks that night.

Their coordinates were all set before the sun went down based on the selected artillery positions. Not to mention the accuracy of the shots, there was always a rough estimate.

Nearly 10,000 Japanese soldiers never slept after 10 o'clock that night.

Compared to dying in a dream, any normal person would choose to wait for dawn with eyes wide open.

Even if he was as expensive as Kunisaki, his field tent was not made of steel plates.

As a major general, he had to hide in the field trench that the soldiers had dug deeper, shivering all night in a thin blanket in the cold winter night.

Obviously, the night attack artillery squad that fired more than 40 shells all night may not have directly achieved much results, but it made nearly 10,000 Japanese soldiers wear dark circles under their eyes.

Kunisaki wanted to speed up the infantry and get out of this mountainous area as soon as possible, but the Japanese infantry who had not rested for a day and a night had soft legs even after having a full breakfast.

However, after walking two kilometers, Kunisaki himself had the urge to lie on the ground and take a good sleep.

Yes, to prevent being attacked by the Chinese, Kunisaki, who always liked to ride his blue horse, was forced to give his beloved mount a break and choose to walk.

As the supreme commander, he could get into the Type 94 armored vehicle or the Type 89 tank protected by steel plates, but the deafening engine noise and unpleasant diesel smell inside were not something that ordinary people could endure.

As for the truck, that thing is conspicuous and is the easiest target for sneak attackers, and Kunisaki would not have that idea.

The Japanese major general is very wise.

As the terrain became more and more complicated, the Chinese could not wait for the night to come, and began to attack during the day.

Thirty consecutive shells were fired from one kilometer away, and three trucks were blown to pieces, along with the people in them. Provide you with the fastest update of Rising from Eight Hundred, Chapter 652 Endless harassment! Free reading.