I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 636: The Sorrow of Zhongtiao Mountain (9) Damn, those are fake devils

Ono smiled and said, "Your Excellency, Commander Yoshitani, General Shinozuka Yoshio's reinforcements have arrived, and it is a regiment of the Imperial Army.

I have made them all change into the uniforms of the Imperial Japanese Army."

Division Commander Yoshitani: "Yo, Ono-kun, you still have a way, hahahaha..."

Hayata Chih-ken: "Our Ono-kun is truly a rising star of the empire.

You all should also understand Ono-kun's thinking, which will be of great benefit to the battle of Zhongtiao Mountain this time."

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged fat man in Japanese military uniform walked into Hayata's command center.

He said to the devil in a flattering manner: "General Hayata, I heard you were looking for me?"

Chih-Hsien Hayata said, "Captain Wu, the person who is looking for you is Ono-kun."

After he said that, he gave up Ono's seat.

Ono smiled and introduced everyone: "This is Mr. Wu, Fatty Wu, a friend of our Great Japanese Empire, and very loyal to our Imperial Army."

When Fatty Wu received Xiao Ye's praise, he nodded and bowed even more.

"Thanks to Ono's training, I will definitely serve the Emperor of Wajima."

Ono went straight to the point and said to Captain Wu, "Mr. Wu, have you replaced all your regiment's weapons and equipment?"

Captain Wu: “Thank you, Ono-kun, for taking care of us and providing us with full-day equipment.

I just don't know what the Imperial Army needs me to do."

Xiao Ye hooked his arm around Fatty Wu's shoulder and said, "Mr. Wu, this afternoon, we will attack the Kuomintang's positions three times in a row.

And the fourth time, you will replace the Imperial Army and draw out the National Army to fight with bayonets."

Captain Wu shuddered. "Let us go? Will the Nationalist troops in Zhongtiao Mountain be fooled?"

Ono: "Think about it, if the Kuomintang's position was bombed three times by us, would they come out to fight us with bayonets?"

Captain Wu was stunned for a moment, then smiled charmingly and said, "I understand this. The National Army cannot defeat the Imperial Army's heavy artillery, so they will naturally choose to fight the Imperial Army in close combat."

Ono smiled and said, "Hey, Wu Sang, your tactical skills have also improved a lot."

When Fatty Wu was praised by Xiaoye Erpi, he suddenly felt like his bones were going to soften.

He hurried out to arrange the troops, ready to fight for his Japanese father.

What he didn't know was that this time he was really selling his life to the Japanese.

Ji Gu looked at Captain Wu, who was happily coaxed away by Ono Erpi, and still sighed.

Hayata: "General Yoshitani, you are not sighing for this Fatty Wu, are you?"

Yoshitani: "I wonder if their deaths in battle will affect our casualty ratio. After all, there are more than a thousand people."

Hayata: “Hahahaha, don’t worry Yoshitani-kun, Ono-kun has already made arrangements.

After the death of these Imperial Army soldiers, they were naturally treated as rebels.

Not only can we save a large sum of pensions, but we can also add glory to the Imperial Army’s record from the perspective of loss ratio.”

Ono's face darkened: "We in the Imperial Japanese Army respect true heroes.

People like Fatty Wu who only betray their ancestors will naturally be eliminated one by one when the imperial army no longer needs them."

Commander Xie and the Chief of Staff did not expect that the Japanese were acting like crazy.

They used heavy artillery to pin the regiment commander and his men into the trenches, unable to raise their heads.

But the Japanese were in the same situation. The three attacks they launched all ended in failure.

The chief of staff suddenly said, "Retreat, retreat, the first regiment has beaten the Japanese back again.

Including this time, the Japanese have attacked the Guishepo position six times in a row. "

Commander Xie no longer had the anxiety he had before, nor the excitement he had after the victory.

"Chief of Staff, I feel like something is wrong.

Why do the Japanese soldiers these days seem to be working without putting in any effort? "

The Chief of Staff said: "No way. If you want to say it's strange, the intensity of the Japanese bombardment cannot be faked."

Xie Jinfang: "Chief of Staff, didn't the Gansu Army say they would send us some guns specifically for hitting tanks? Why haven't they been sent to us yet?"

The chief of staff said: "Don't worry, commander, I have already contacted Deputy Commander Suo.

The guns and their crews will be here by six this evening."

Commander Xie nodded. He couldn't understand the Japanese conspiracy at this moment, so he had to notify the commander of the first regiment first.

Tell him to be more careful and build the anti-gun holes in the trenches more solidly so as not to be fooled by the Japanese.

Sure enough, before the regiment commander and his men could get ready, the Japanese launched their seventh attack.

The Japanese army did not make any artillery preparations for this attack.

The Japanese army dispatched a large group of soldiers. All of them wore white shirts and their heads were wrapped with white cloth with small red dots.

There they were, listening to their officers shouting something.

Then he raised his bayonet and shouted something like "half a year" or something like that.

They trotted towards the position of a group's position.

When they ran to within 200 meters of the trench, the Japanese mortar shells fired at them.

However, the shells fired this time were different from the previous ones.

The shell hit the ground and exploded without any fire, but white smoke rose up.

Chief of Staff: "Oh no! Could this be a poison gas bomb from the Japanese?"

Commander Xie: "This is not a poison gas bomb, it should be a smoke bomb."

Ever since Li Daben seized a large number of poison gas bombs at Yangquan Railway Station.

The Japs no longer dared to use poison gas bombs at will in the North China war zone.

They had already warned Tadoda stationed in Peiping through the Southern Puppet Government.

If you dare to use poison gas bombs again, we will drop poison gas bombs on your Japanese palace.

At this moment, no one dared to joke with their emperor.

Therefore, the Japanese did not dare to use poison gas bombs on the Chinese battlefield for several months.

Chief of Staff: "Is this a smoke bomb? What do the Japanese mean by this?

Is it because they want to fight with the group with bayonets?

Are they afraid that we will machine gun them, so they use smoke bombs for cover?"

Xie Jinfang did not answer his chief of staff's question, but continued to observe the situation on Guishe Slope.

After a while, Commander Xie finally saw a clue.

He murmured, "What's going on? The uniforms on these little devils don't seem to fit them properly."

It definitely wouldn't fit, the Japanese were too short. The Imperial Army couldn't wear their uniforms at all.

In the end, it was Fatty Wu who gave his Japanese master a good idea.

He was only wearing military pants and no military uniform. If they were far away, the Kuomintang soldiers would not be able to tell at all.

At this time, the regiment commander thought that the Japanese soldiers who rushed up wanted to use bayonet fighting to boost their morale.

He was not a timid person to begin with, and he watched the smoke in front of the position gradually dissipate.

He immediately led the soldiers of the two battalions, picked up the Type 38 rifles in their hands, and rushed out of the trenches.

At this moment, the distance between the regiment commander and the "Japanese devils" was less than fifty meters.

Commander Xie saw a regiment commander leading his men out of the trench, while the "japs" rushing up from the opposite side actually shrank back and stopped.

Captain Xie shouted, "It's bad, those devils are all fake devils.

Hurry up and contact the commander of the first regiment and have them all retreat back to the trenches first."

Commander Xie fought the Japanese for four years, but he had never seen a Japanese who was afraid of a bayonet fight.