"Our troops rushed to the position three times, why can't the subsequent troops keep keeping up?" The Japanese commander was very puzzled.

As long as the subsequent troops rushed to the position, the Japanese army stood on the position, and the rest was to slowly clean up the trenches.

"The Huaxia Army has an artillery on the position, their mortars and magazine will stop our follow -up troops."

Zhao Zhiguo sent almost all the shells raised by Zhang Shi to the No. 5 area.

In order to prevent the Japanese subsequent troops from rushing to the position and forming the advantages of troops in the local area of ​​the position, Lu Zheng and their mortars will fully stop the investment of the Japanese army's subsequent power.

Little devil's subsequent power could not keep up, and the Japanese army who rushed to the position was extremely easy to be surrounded by the guards on the position.

After killing the little devil who rushed to the position, the weapons and ammunitions on the Japanese army returned to the defenders on the position.

"Why did we not solve their artillery position!"

"The mortar and a gorgeus are a firing cannon, hiding behind the bunker, our artillery cannot solve them, and the infantry rushing to the position is also unable to impact the position of their running positions."

The mortar and a gorgeic tube, whether the range or power, is not as good as the Japanese army's heavy artillery.

But in terms of close -range firepower blows, it is also handy.

The heel was not standing on the position, and the Japanese commander was anxious to get angry.

But he won't go to the old road of his predecessor.

It is not a good reputation for the Japanese army. For the Japanese army.

The Japanese commander may not be afraid of death, but he can't care about his reputation.

Sitting in his position often has a family behind him. Once his reputation in the army is damaged, the family behind him will not be able to lift his head.

"Is Zhao Zhiguo's soldiers so difficult to fight?"

"Report, the latest intelligence, our positive Huaxia force is not one of the four main brigades under Zhao Zhiguo." The Japanese intelligence officer reported.

"What? Not Zhao Zhiguo's main force, let's fight for so long?"

The Japanese commander couldn't believe it.

After a few days of dying with this unit, the Japanese army almost determined that this unit was absolutely elite under the hand of Zhao Zhiguo, so it was so difficult to fight.

It is not known that it is not one of the four main brigades under Zhao Zhiguo's hands, making the Japanese commander feel a little frustrated.

He looked at the distance in the distance very uncomfortably, wanted to get a fire, and turned that position into ashes.

"The team that can fight this is not the main force of Zhao Zhiguo. If Zhao Zhiguo replaced the main force up, wouldn't we ..."

A Japanese military officer did not say anything behind.

Whenever he dares to put on the words behind, the Japanese commander will soon cure him a chaos.

It didn't finish it, but all the Japanese military officers understood what it meant.

The Japanese commander also began to doubt himself, is he disadvantaged or the combat effectiveness of the army has begun to decline?

When you are in a strange circle of self -doubt, it is easy to lose self -confidence.

When there is no self -confidence in winning, the battle is deployed, and the offense troops have lost their edge.

In doubt, the two sides ushered in another night.

The rotten smell on the top of the head is also called what the Japanese army has a headache.

Busy during the day, the Japanese soldiers ignored this taste.

When quietly, the Japanese soldiers discovered that this taste made them difficult to fall asleep.

"The corpses are rotting, and the rotting speed is getting faster and faster." The Japanese officer said, "There are all our soldiers in front of the position."

In front of the position are corpses abandoned by the Japanese army during their attack.

They didn't want to drag heavy bodies along the way back.

The Japanese commander seemed to be aware of the current problem. If the smell disturbed the Japanese soldiers from sleeping, the next day's attack would be ineffective.

"Clean up the corpses. We must find ways to clean up the corpses as soon as possible before they are completely decomposed," the Japanese commander thought.

The Japanese commander did not want to clean up the corpses during the day. If the corpses were cleaned up in broad daylight, they would become targets for soldiers practicing their marksmanship at any time.

But it is difficult to find the bodies and clean them up late at night.

Once the defenders discovered that the Japanese troops were cleaning up corpses, the defenders would disguise themselves as corpses and set up an ambush, which would surely catch the Japanese troops off guard.

It seems that a truce between the two sides has become the best option.

"But will the Chinese defenders cease fighting?" the Japanese commander pondered.

The Japanese army is an army that never talks about honesty, so they don't treat anyone with integrity.

"Your Excellency, Commander, I think it would not be a bad thing to take advantage of the opportunity of disposing of the corpse to get in touch with the other party's commander."

Although the Japanese army knew that they were not facing Zhao Zhiguo's main force, they still did not have any information about the opponent's commander.

This sentence really moved the Japanese commander's heart.

He really wanted to see who the opponent was, what his virtues and abilities were, and how to stop the Japanese army's continuous attacks.

"Send someone to deliver the message!"

In the early morning, the sky was gray and there were signs of rain.

Rainy days are definitely detrimental to the attacking side.

After a rain, a corpse soaked in water will rot even faster if exposed to the sun.

Before breakfast, it started to rain lightly.

The soldiers on the position covered their weapons and ammunition with rain-proof canvas to prevent the ammunition from getting wet and preventing normal use.

Under the gray sky, in the direction of the Japanese camp, a man wearing a Japanese military cap but wearing ordinary people's clothes carried a white flag with a tree branch, shouted something, and walked towards the camp.

"Brothers on the other side, don't shoot. I want to see your commander..."

The rain made Ergouzi's words fitful and weak. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or because he was choked by the rain.

The white flag was wet by the rain and was hanging down, but it was not so obvious in the rain curtain.

Ergouzi's voice quickly attracted the defender's attention.

"What did he shout?" A squad leader pricked up his ears.

The Japanese shelling caused hearing loss in many soldiers.

Combined with the sound of rain, it was impossible to hear what Ergouzi was shouting.

"It seems they are here to surrender and want to see our regiment leader." said a soldier.

"Sir, you've been a bastard of the little devil, and you still want to see our leader? Does he have the qualifications?"

Some soldiers hated Ergouzi very much. They were boneless people who led the way for the Japs and brought harm to the Chinese people. They would not understand their hatred for this kind of people until long ago.

A soldier pointed his gun at Ergouzi, and he would pull the trigger at any time.

"Brothers... don't shoot... I'm here to see your commander, and I've brought important information about the imperial army..."

"Bang"

There was a gunshot, and the bullet hit the stone at Ergouzi's feet, sparks bursting out.

Ergouzi was frightened and rolled around in the rain, looking for cover.
Chapter completed!