GBP Chapter 584: Frustrated Fujita Susumu
Chapter 584: Frustrated Fujita Susumu
What Fujita Susumu feared most was that someone would take advantage of the situation and occupy the mining area. In that case, these people would have no choice but to stay inside and wait for death.
His mine was the most solid one. The earthquake just now showed that the surrounding mines had suffered serious collapse. He didn't know how many people would die. Fujita Jin just wanted to slap himself twice. If he didn't have to appease the army, committing seppuku would be a good choice.
"General, there is a voice."
A Japanese lieutenant seemed to be more knowledgeable. After the exit collapsed, he kept his ear against the wall of the mine to listen.
Fujita Susumu and Nakayama Sadake came up to the lieutenant and, imitating the lieutenant's example, put their ears against the wall. As expected, there were some messy sounds, but they sounded very far away.
Fujita Shin breathed a sigh of relief:
"Mr. Zhongshan, the cold gun did not target the mining area. Rescue operations have been launched outside. It should be Major General Mutaku who is coming with reinforcements."
Nakayama Sadatsutake's desperate face also showed some color.
"Turn off the flashlight to save batteries, don't talk, don't walk around, and conserve your energy."
When Fujita Susumu in the mine discovered the rescue, the meal had already started in the command room cave behind the mountain. It was simple and rough, with red oil mutton soup and beef stewed with radish. Originally, the red oil mutton soup was enough, but Lin Chuan thought that there were guests, so he ordered a pot of beef stewed with radish.
Howard had fallen asleep drunk, but he couldn't fall asleep after smelling the aroma and alcohol and listening to the lively conversation outside, so he rubbed his eyes and shook his head before joining the battle.
Yang Qingfeng is a cautious person:
"Captain Leng Qiang, you have destroyed the artillery reinforcements from the north, but you still have to be vigilant against the reinforcements from the south."
Chen Feng exhaled and swallowed a piece of fatty beef. It was too hot.
"There is no news from the south for the time being. After crossing the Huai River is the Central China Expeditionary Army. It is a bit troublesome to mobilize firepower. When the Japanese army came here before, they brought some artillery from the south. It is not so easy to organize and mobilize again. Don't worry, Lao Yang! There are people watching Lincheng and Xuzhou, and any news will be passed on immediately."
Chen Feng looked at Howard who was eating voraciously. The reason for the successive victories was that the pilots had blown up the Japanese artillery positions.
"Huohuo, give me a bowl of mutton soup, it tastes so good."
"I can't stand it, it's too spicy."
"Then have a drink! You pilots have made great contributions to these victories."
Howard never refused any liquor. He drank a small bowl of it and continued to deal with the beef and radishes.
After several consecutive great victories, except for two reports by Yang Qingfeng and the Daxiawan headquarters, there was no other movement. Because of the negative things on the Chongqing side, they felt there was no need to show off, and fighting the Japanese was not for the reward or fame.
There was no report on the battle situation here, but the news was spreading outside. There were spies from all parties in Lincheng and Xuzhou, and the trucks carrying the wounded and corpses had been running at full capacity. Although it was unknown how many casualties the Yimeng guerrillas had suffered, the casualties of the Japanese army were not easy to see.
In the past, the Yimeng guerrillas were good at reporting their battle achievements and attacking the Japanese army. This time, there was no movement at all, which led to misunderstandings among some people. The Japanese army suffered heavy losses, so of course they would not publicize it.
The Xiong'er Mountain battlefield became a restricted area. Spies could not enter and news could not get out. Compared with the achievements of the New Fourth Division, the defense of the Yimeng guerrillas this time was not very promising.
For several days in a row, every night when night fell, Chen Feng would lead his artillery to the south of Pingshan to bombard the mining area. The 150mm howitzers had been used up and the military factory could not produce them for the time being, so the two heavy artillery pieces were considered useless.
However, there is no shortage of shells for dozens of mountain cannons and field cannons. The inventory is large and the arsenal can also produce them. Before the fighting here is over, Mengshan sent people to pull horse-drawn sleds to deliver them.
The Japanese soldiers who were digging the site suffered a lot. They had almost finished digging during the day, but the site was bombed down by the Yimeng guerrillas at night. It was so cruel. If the enemy's firepower had not been so strong, they would have occupied Pingshan no matter what.
The communicator had been monitoring the situation, but the radio station and the signalman that entered the mine were buried, so there was no movement at all. Fortunately, knocking sounds could occasionally be heard from the mine where the general entered, giving the excavating sequence some hope.
On January 1, the Japanese soldiers in the mine had been enduring for five days, relying only on sewage in the mine to replenish water. There was not much sewage left, and they had no tools, so they could only lie on the ground and add water.
Fujita Susumu was sick. The mine was warm in winter and cool in summer, and the temperature was not low, but the air circulation was poor. Thousands of people hid inside, and the air was full of foul smells. Some soldiers were so hungry that their eyes turned red, and they could hardly bear it when they saw the corpses that died of injuries around them.
Nakayama Sadatsugu still had some humanity. The sounds of digging outside were getting closer and closer, and he would never allow anyone to eat his own kind. All the corpses were moved closer to the exit, and a group of people pointed guns at them, and anyone who dared to approach would be shot immediately.
Fujita Susumu was lying on a makeshift mat covered with several layers of clothes. He had just been fed a mouthful of urine, but he vomited it all out. After spitting out the urine, he dry-heaved for a long time, but he couldn't vomit anything except a little bitter bile.
The Japanese military doctor holding a helmet next to him felt a little distressed. This urine was so precious, why couldn't he just swallow it?
There is no day or night, but fortunately there are some flashlights. Only one flashlight is allowed to be lit at a time. This is the only light source in the mine tunnel.
"Fujita-kun, hold on, the sound is getting closer."
Looking at the lively and energetic Nakayama Sadauchi next to him, Fujita Susumu became more confused. After not eating for a long time, everyone else was weak, but his chief of staff was very energetic. Fujita Susumu concluded that this guy must have eaten secretly.
"Mr. Zhongshan, let go! Let everyone replenish their strength first, otherwise we won't be able to hold on."
After the chief officer spoke, Nakayama Sadauchi didn't dare to persist. He knew that countless eyes were watching him in the darkness, and they all hated him because he had stopped them. They might suddenly attack him at any time and tear him into pieces.
"All right"!
As soon as he finished speaking, all the soldiers in the mine went crazy, and the ones who ran the fastest were the Japanese soldiers on guard.
Tears rolled down Fujita Susumu's eyes, flowed down his thin cheeks and into his mouth, and seemed very bitter. Nakayama Sadauchi covered his ears. He couldn't stand the sound there.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a sudden landslide near the entrance and exit, and the cruel Japanese soldiers were completely buried by the sliding earth and rocks. Fujita Susumu was not afraid. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the collapse. At this moment, life and death were no longer important.
As the dust from the collapse settled, a hole as big as a human head was revealed, so bright that it was impossible to open one's eyes.
"General Fujita, are you in there?"
"Mr. Sun Yat-sen, please reply if you hear me."
The Japanese inside were so happy that they didn't squeeze in when they were eating just now. Unexpectedly, they were lucky enough to escape and even had a chance to turn things around. There is an old Chinese saying that is true: people die for money and birds die for food.