The First Part of the National Hero's Lonely City Blood War Chapter 11: The Real War

  Staring at the blood flowing from his own guard, Song Yuanhang was stunned for a moment. Everything seemed so real, and life was so fragile! The gunfire on the side seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

  "Officer! Officer!"

  Song Yuanhang's first words after being shaken awake by Mengzi were: "Little Japanese devils! I'll screw your eight generations of ancestors!"

  At this time! The Japanese army behind was surrounded by the sound of cannons and machine guns, the encircled tanks had arrived, and the remaining 100-odd Japanese soldiers were quickly compressed and surrounded in a dry pond of less than 200 square meters.

  A dozen or so Chinese soldiers who charged forward were hit by the stubborn Japanese troops, and the charging team suddenly became chaotic!

  "Grenade ready!"

  Song Yuanhang let out a loud roar, pulled out a hand grenade from behind a constable who was shooting beside him, pulled the pin and swung his arm to throw it into the pond first. Under Song Yuanhang's lead, Chinese soldiers threw hand grenades into the pond like hailstones.

  At first, the Japanese army picked up hand grenades and threw them back, but with the overwhelming number of hand grenades coming in, the voices of despairing Japanese soldiers rose from the pond, accompanied by hoarse cries and muffled explosions. Broken clothes, limbs, and mud flew into the sky together, and then fell down again, hitting the French-style steel helmets on the heads of Chinese soldiers with a loud clang.

  The smoke had not yet dispersed, Song Yuanhang led the soldiers into the pond, and the blood had already dyed the mud of the pond red. The explosion left a crater at the edge, and the blood moistened the dry bottom of the pond again. Every step taken by Chinese soldiers would stir up a piece of bloody mud. Among the Japanese corpses scattered all over the place, some wounded Japanese soldiers were groaning in pain.

  He turned around and took a look at the comrades who fell during the charge, medical soldiers with white armbands and red crosses were searching for the wounded in the smoke. It wasn't until then that Song Far-hang realized that even if he knew the outcome of history, what could he do? The enemy had equal forces, preset ambushes, and firepower that exceeded theirs several times over. The soldiers who participated in the battle fought bravely to the death! Looking at the bodies of his comrades on the ground, he suddenly realized that what he could do was still too little, too late. His previous ideas of changing history with just his own strength or a few advanced weapons were unrealistic.

  All this is the real war! Not those movies or TV shows, a few advanced weapons, a loud shout, a few hot-blooded heroic words, soldiers sacrificing their lives, and even a burst of gunfire can turn the tide of battle, the enemy defeated like a mountain collapse! It seems that people in his era are really too far away from war, they don't understand the essence of war, the cruelty of war.

  Real wars bring nothing but death and endless nightmares to humanity!

  Song Yuanhang gazed at the Japanese soldiers who had fallen to the ground, knowing that these Japanese soldiers had been indoctrinated with Bushido and loyalty to the Emperor since primary school, among whom were professional military personnel such as sergeants, captains and officers.

  Even ordinary soldiers have undergone three to five years of rigorous systematic training. They are professional soldiers, cold-blooded and ruthless war machines, killing and plundering is their only purpose. To defeat such an opponent, one must first destroy their beliefs, shatter their will! And thoroughly annihilate them physically! The only thing to do is to be even more ruthless, even colder than they are!

  At this time, Huang Xianxian, who had finished bandaging the wound, interrupted Song Yuanhang's thoughts. With an excited face, he said to Song Yuanhang: "Thanks to you today! If it weren't for you, my brother would have had a hard time today! We actually annihilated an entire Japanese battalion, and the credit for this victory belongs to us!"

  Annihilate a large motorized search team of the Japanese army! Such a great achievement, even Huang Xianchang would not dare to take it alone in normal times. At least he would have to pull up the leaders of the regiment and division, which is also a convention in the National Army, and also for someone to take responsibility when defeated in battle. But today is different, with Song Yuanhang around, who dares to share the credit?

  Song Yuanhang didn't look at Huang Xianxuan, but instead walked towards a soldier on a stretcher. The soldier's face was pale and his neck was wrapped in thick bandages, but fresh blood still seeped out. Song Yuanhang felt the soldier's carotid artery, let out a light sigh, pulled the blanket over the soldier's chest to cover his face, and gave a standard military salute with a crisp "crack".

  Song Yuanhang's actions left the nearby soldiers momentarily stunned...

  After the stretcher walked away, Song Yuanhang put down his arm with a expressionless face and said to Huang Xianxuan: "The Japanese army has only 500 people, not even a large troop, at most half a large troop."

  Huang Xianxuan was taken aback, wondering what was wrong with this young master today? Not only did he charge forward, but when checking the results of the battle, he actually wanted to conduct a thorough investigation?

  Song Yuanhang also knew that during the Anti-Japanese War, the battle results announced by both China and Japan to the outside world had almost become a joke. Every time they fought, the basic combat unit would add a bit to their achievements and reduce their losses a bit, then report to the regiment where the achievements would be added again and the losses reduced further, and so on up to the corps, division, army, war zone, and by the time it was released by the Military Commission's Supreme Command, no one knew how many times it had been exaggerated. As a result, in eight years, the number of Japanese troops annihilated by the Chinese military exceeded Japan's population. The Japanese military, which prided itself on its Bushido spirit, had annihilated more than half of China's total population!

  The most ridiculous thing is that on the afternoon of 1945, a Japanese army unit surrendered, but in the morning, it sent a telegram to the division, claiming to have annihilated thousands of Chinese troops with minimal losses for the Imperial Army.

  The outcome of the battle was no longer a concern for Song Yuanhang, his appearance had affected some branches of history, but the result of today's battle did not make Song Yuanhang happy, the Japanese army's tenacity exceeded his expectations.

  "Could it be that Tong Gu would really fall like in history?" Song Yuanhang felt a deep sense of unease.

  For the more than 30 Japanese military wounded prisoners, Huang Xianxuan still informed Song Yuanhang. Although the Japanese captives were no longer a rare thing for the Chinese army, according to Huang Xianxuan's plan, he and Song Yuanhang would each take half of them, and one lieutenant would be given to Song Yuanhang, after all, the battle was won with his help.

  Song Yuanhang heard that there were still Japanese prisoners of war, and he had an incredulous expression. He immediately arranged for the squad leader behind him, Mengzi, to say: "You let Deputy Xu bring a company that didn't participate in today's battle, pick some new recruits, and tell the soldiers that those Japanese wounded and prisoners are left to them to practice stabbing!"

  "What?"

  Huang Xianxian was stunned at the time, Song Yuanhang's arrangement was actually what he wanted to do but didn't dare to do. Although privately dealing with captives was a common occurrence in both Chinese and Japanese armies, once superiors started investigating, it would become a big trouble, especially with Song Yuanhang being a military police officer, which made him even more cautious.

  Looking at Song Yuanhang's departing figure, Huang Xianxian's evaluation of this Song family young master who is very much to his taste can be summed up in four words: 'heart black and hand ruthless'!

  After returning to the Garrison Command, Song Yuanhang took the casualty list brought by Xu Tu'an and hid in the combat room alone. What he needed now was calmness, because just tomorrow, on March 20, 1942, the Japanese Fifty-Fifth Division would officially launch an attack on Tonggu.

  Dai Anrui, after learning of the reported results, deliberately inquired about the detailed process of the battle and Song Yuanhang's performance. He then slammed his hand on the table and said: "Even a young master like Song Yuanhang can awaken, fighting bravely at the forefront against the enemy. It seems that our people have truly awakened! They have already set an example for us by annihilating a Japanese motorized elite search battalion. Our 200th Division absolutely cannot fall behind; we must show off the prestige of Chinese soldiers!"

  Two hundred officers and men clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, what combat power the constabulary corps had, everyone naturally knew in their hearts. As the only mechanized unit of China's two hundred divisions, it was naturally the elite among the elites. The Chinese army had not crossed its borders since the First Sino-Japanese War, this battle was an opportunity to establish prestige outside the country and make a name internationally! As soldiers, who didn't want to leave a glorious name in history?

  In contrast, the command post of the 55th Division of the Japanese army in a small town called Marla, 30 kilometers away from the ancient city, was filled with gloom and doom. Lieutenant General Takeuchi Hiroshi sat quietly in his chair, leaning on his samurai sword, while a row of adjutants stood before him with their heads bowed, waiting for reprimand.

  Takeuchi Hiroshi stroked his beard, his beloved Katsumi Ichinose's search party was ambushed by unidentified armed men, and so far no survivors have been found, it seems that Katsumi Ichinose is unlikely to survive this time.

  What's more worrying for Takeuchi Hiroshi is that their opponent may no longer be British, but Chinese. All of this reminds him of the intelligence a few days ago, and if he had taken it more seriously, Isobe Ichiro wouldn't have met with disaster.

  "Chinese army! Bah!" Takeuchi Hiroshi slashed his samurai sword in disgust. He couldn't understand why an army that had lost three-fifths of its own country would come to Burma.

  Looking at the setting sun, Takeuchi Hiroshi ordered: "Tonight at 23:00, the 112th Infantry Brigade and the 143rd and 144th Infantry Brigades will launch a reconnaissance attack on their own initiative to clarify the enemy's main defensive positions and firepower. At 5:00 in the morning, launch an attack, and the cavalry brigade will cooperate."

  Takeuchi Hiroshi then began to enjoy the eel rice that had just been prepared, and during his meal, the brief order was formed into a "Tactical Guidance Outline" under the careful planning of the staff officers and issued to each brigade.

  On the evening of the 19th at 23:00, the Japanese 112th Regiment, under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Inamura Ichiro, launched a fierce attack on the Chinese defenders of the 598th Regiment along the Okhun line! In the eyes of the arrogant Inamura Ichiro, it was unnecessary to launch any probing attacks against the Chinese army, which would be a waste of energy!

  The sound of gunfire and artillery reached its peak in the early morning, like a burst of beans. The shells that fell into the city from time to time made the garrison immediately tense up. Half of the personnel on guard had turned into full alert, but what puzzled everyone was that Song Yuanhang had disappeared?

  Xu Tu'an learned from Wei Bingmeng that Song Yuanhang was still sleeping, and he suddenly became petrified. The Japanese army launched a fierce attack on the E'erkewen position, and the 200th Division sent a document requesting the Military Police Corps to dispatch someone to supervise. At this critical moment, how could he still sleep?

  Helpless, Xu Tu'an knocked on the door for half a day without any response, so he had to let Mengzi break it open! Mengzi stared at Xu Tu'an with big eyes for a while and said, "Why don't you break it yourself?"

  "Can I break it?" Mengzi's words made Xu Tianan, who was already anxious and furious, shout loudly and finally ordered Mengzi to break the door. The guards at the gate were also worried about the safety of the chief advisor and started breaking the door! Unexpectedly, after breaking it a dozen times, the wood cracked but the door still didn't open? It must be blocked by something!

  "Jump through the window!" Under Xu Tu'an's command, the guards added a row of sentries, and more than 30 people almost dismantled all the windows. After rushing into the room, they were surprised to find that beside the chief of staff's pillow was an empty wine bottle, while the chief of staff himself had two ears plugged with white flowers, sleeping extremely soundly.