Phi-Fic Chapter 988: Transportation is Important
Chapter 988: Transportation is Important
"Immediately request assistance from the headquarters. Ask all the idle soldiers nearby to come and help transport ammunition for us. It's still the same old rules, one dollar a day."
Guo Shaoqiu knew that if they continued fighting like this, the first ones to collapse would definitely be the people in the transport team. They had expended too much physical energy, while the brothers fighting on the front line had not expended much physical energy. At most, they were just mentally exhausted. If they could defeat him for three days and three nights, the army under our command would be an absolute ace.
Before the war began, Guo Shaoqiu knew that as long as he could gather enough ammunition needed for the position, no matter what tricks the Japanese played, the position would always be in our hands.
The brother who fired the mortar kicked the 60mm mortar aside with one kick. There is no special gun barrel from the rear, so we might as well replace it with a new one and repair this one after the war.
Just now, the mortar in front of us has fired more than 140 shells. I don’t know where they fell. Anyway, there are not many survivors among the more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers in front of us. According to what our commander-in-chief said, it is worth it to kill one Japanese soldier with three shells.
"Continue to fight at the coordinates just now."
The new artillery had just been moved up, and before it had even had time to warm up, the artillery observer's voice had already been heard, and the four men here immediately started working.
One person was responsible for looking at the angle, two people passed the shells, and the other person only needed to mindlessly put the shells into the barrel. None of the four people stopped at this moment, and they had fired all thirty shells in a short while.
"Bombs, bombs, send the bombs quickly."
The deputy squad leader said to the transport personnel not far away that among those transport personnel, there was a small team that was specifically responsible for transporting artillery shells to them. They had been delivered a long time ago, but now it has been half a day, where have the artillery shells gone?
"Don't call Lao Zhang, use these first. The kids who were transporting the shells for you just passed the Agricultural and Forestry Building and were hit by the Japanese shells..."
Just when they were getting anxious, three people from the transport team next to them brought over more than 20 shells, 60mm mortar shells. There were four shells in a cart, and each shell weighed 1.4 kilograms. One person could carry five cartons. After throwing down these 60 shells, the three people did not stop and ran back quickly.
"Fuck it, I'm going to fight the Japs."
After hearing this, Deputy Squad Leader Zhang kicked the guy who was correcting the coordinates next to him. The four of them loaded the shells as quickly as possible. Since they were not infantrymen who wanted to avenge their brothers in the transport team, they had to fire the shells in the shortest possible time. Anyway, if they fell according to the observer's coordinates, they would be able to hit the Japanese.
The other three brothers were also filled with anger. They had been together for such a long time and could always rely on each other on the battlefield. Now a shell had wiped out our transport team. If they didn't kill a few more Japanese soldiers, they would feel sorry for their brothers.
For a whole day, the Japanese sent out nine infantry battalions, totaling more than 10,000 people, and attacked the Luodian position without stopping. The situation only calmed down a little after dark, but according to our scouts, the Japanese had gathered a lot of troops behind them.
Guo Shaoqiu had read some military illustrations before, which said that during the last World War, the Junkers used machine gun positions to eliminate 60,000 to 70,000 soldiers of the Windsor Empire in one day.
Although we are not at that level today, this is the most intense place for the entire Pujiang battlefield. The corpses of the Japanese soldiers are piled up layer by layer, and no one knows how many have died.
However, as the defending side, our firepower was so strong that we carried down more than a thousand people.
"Report to the commander, nine tanks and twelve armored vehicles have been ordered to arrive."
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Guo Shaoqiu called Wu Zhenlei and told him that nine tanks and twelve armored vehicles had been lost on the battlefield. He asked Wu Zhenlei to send them to the Luodian front line no matter what means he used.
Braving the Japanese bombing, Wu Zhenlei asked his brothers to find a route. Fortunately, the people at the headquarters were cooperative enough. They also knew the situation in Luodian today. The blood had turned the soil into red mud, so they ordered each unit to check the roads within their guard area. Those that could pass tanks and armored vehicles should be reported immediately, and those that could not be passed should be repaired immediately.
"Alright, hurry up and transport the over 300 wounded over there. Make sure they are properly accommodated."
Guo Shaoqiu quickly ordered his men to board the tanks and armored vehicles, drag out the destroyed tanks and armored vehicles, and then quickly fill the gaps.
Although it was already night, it was unknown whether the Japanese would continue to fight at night. If Guo Shaoqiu himself were the Japanese commander, he would not give up halfway. The attack might be more fierce at night. After all, for the 72nd Army, the night was a big disadvantage.
"Please rest assured, Commander Guo. We will take good care of our brothers. Commander Wu told me to tell you that he is organizing the combat-capable brothers in the rear. At least 800 of them should be here before 8 o'clock tonight."
Wu Zhenlei learned from settling the wounded that Guo Shaoqiu's side had suffered heavy casualties today, so he cleaned up every corner of the police station and found more than 800 people. Anyway, the entire Pujiang River is full of soldiers now, and there is no need for public security, and the police can't take care of these soldiers.
"Thank Commander Wu for me."
The Japanese casualties were about six or seven times ours, but even so, a new batch of personnel had to be constantly brought to the position. Guo Shaoqiu knew that it would not be possible to rely on us alone, and he had to pull people in from the north.
"Who is Guo Shaoqiu, Commander Guo?"
At this moment, a group of people came from not far behind. Judging from their uniforms, they should be a ragtag army, but no one knew where they came from.
"Which part am I from?"
Guo Shaoqiu rushed over with his men.
"Report to the commander, the 150th Regiment of the Fourth Army has arrived under orders."
As the regimental commander spoke, he opened the order in his hand. The Fourth Army belonged to the Hunan Army. There were more than a thousand people on the way here, but after encountering a bombing by the Japanese, only more than 700 brothers were left.
"Let's go to the back to eat first. While we're eating, let the medical staff bandage the brothers. We'll be in combat mode tonight."
Guo Shaoqiu knew that they had come from Hunan, but now there was not even an hour left except for them to eat and rest.
"Commander Guo, don't underestimate our ragtag army. We are not afraid to fight against the Japanese."
The leader grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth...