
3.223 Fall and Rise of China: Third Battle of Changsha
Last time we spoke about the beginning of the Third Battle of Changsha. After China declared war on Japan following Pearl Harbor, General Xue Yue devised the "Heavenly Furnace Tactic" for the Ninth War Zone: lure Japanese forces deep into a trap around Changsha, let disgraced 10th Army commanders Li Yutang and Fang Xianjue redeem themselves by holding the city, while outer forces closed a ring to annihilate the invaders. Chiang Kai-shek approved the plan. Meanwhile, Japanese General Okamura, anxious that Hong Kong's imminent fall might render his Hunan offensive pointless, moved up his attack despite unprepared units. On December 24, amid brutal snow and freezing cold, Japan's 6th Division crossed the Xinqiang River, breaking through Chinese positions defended fiercely by Yang Hanyu's Sichuan troops, who bought crucial time through costly delaying resistance—including a battalion that fought to the last man. The furnace had been lit; the Third Battle of Changsha was underway, its outcome resting on whether the trap would close on the Japanese or collapse on its builders.
#223 Snow and Steel: The Third Battle of Changsha
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The 20th Army fought a stubborn, successive delaying withdrawal between the Xinqiang River and the Miluo River, holding on from dawn on the 24th until dawn on the 27th. As the Japanese pursued the Chinese forces defending the first line up to the northern bank of the Miluo River, the campaign entered its second phase. The 37th Army under Chen Pei and elements of the 99th Army under Fu Zhongfang formed up to meet the enemy, and the fighting continued, no less arduous or fierce. The Japanese official history The Changsha Operations records the brutality of this phase from the other side's perspective:
Following orders issued by the 11th Army on the 26th, each division pressed rapidly toward the line of the Miluo River. For days the river had risen with the wind and snow, its currents turbid and swift, its depth impossible to gauge. The Yokota Battalion suppressed the enemy's star-shaped strongpoints with rapid-fire guns and heavy weapons while forcing its way through under grenade fire into the enemy position through blind spots in their defense... The 3rd Company, at 1:30 p.m., forced its way across the Miluo River the water reaching the men's chests amid flying snow, and pressed forward to exploit its gains without even pausing to dry its soaked uniforms. A squad assigned to guard the pack-horse train was struck three times in succession while pursuing from the rear, and nearly annihilated entirely. After the Ito Infantry Battalion passed safely through, the 3rd Cavalry Regiment, its regimental colors leading the advance, came within seven or eight hundred meters of the Miluo River when it suddenly came under withering fire from strongpoints on both sides of the road. The regimental adjutant was wounded immediately, and sixty-four horses were shot down one after another... The enemy's resistance was extraordinarily stubborn, encircling the regimental headquarters from both left and right... In this engagement, Captain Toshi Kimura, commander of the 1st Company, newly reorganized Mountain and Field Artillery Regiment No. 6, was killed by a bullet through the head.
On the 29th, an unusually heavy snow fell across Hunan; along the banks of the Miluo River, everything lay pure white... Shortly after crossing the river, the Toda unit [note: the 234th Regiment, 40th Division, under Colonel Yoshinao Toda] encountered the established defensive positions of the Chongqing army's 95th Division [note: under the 37th Army, commanded by Luo Qi]... The main force of the 95th Division made skillful use of the terrain to resist with great tenacity; our artillery bombardment proved ineffective, and the attack was extremely difficult. By dawn on the 30th, it became clear our units had advanced too close to the enemy position for frontal artillery support to remain possible. As a result, the guns could only provide suppressive fire from the flanks, leaving the front-line troops to advance yard by yard on their own; even heavy machine guns could not be brought up to the position, forcing reliance on light machine guns and grenade launchers alone. Combat requiring this volume of grenade use had never before been seen.
Lieutenant Colonel Keiu Morikawa, commander of the 40th Transport Regiment operating in the rear, was attacked on the night of the 30th while resting with Chinese laborers at a temple in Changhu, ten kilometers southeast of Xinqiang, and died in the snow. Ever since reaching the banks of the Miluo, rumors had circulated among frontline officers and men that this campaign was merely meant to divert attention from Hong Kong, and that the army would likely turn back by the 31st. Yet now, having advanced beyond the left bank of the river, with the army still pressing southward, the men had no idea what lay ahead in terms of further action, and remained in a state of suspicion and unease. The sleet turned entirely to heavy snow beginning on the 27th, and the snow continued falling without pause until the 30th. Northern Hunan had become, exactly as the Japanese history described it, a world of unbroken white. More than fifty years later, that snow melted away without a trace. Year after year, crops, forests, and wild grasses grew and vanished across the land, burying the old battlefields layer upon layer until not a single mark remained. Both nations' official histories record how many soldiers on each side froze to death or were maimed by the cold in that snowfall and in all the years since, neither country's history records another snowfall as heavy, or as bitterly cold, as that one.
Corporal Sawahito Shimoda, of the 40th Division's 235th Regiment (also known as the Nishina Regiment), had been assigned to escort the transport unit during the 1941 winter Changsha campaign. After crossing the Xinqiang River, the transport column came under a fierce ambush by a small detachment of Chinese troops operating behind the lines a battle that began and ended amid an expanse of snow. He recalled:
"The snow was so heavy! My hand on the rifle ached with the cold; my right index finger was so stiff it wouldn't obey my brain, and I worried I wouldn't be able to pull the trigger if it came to that... Behind the thicket, hateful shadows moved. Bullets struck the ground, throwing up sprays of snow... Shimokawa, Onizuka, Matsumoto, Yamazaki — my comrades fell one after another into the snow. Above the dark red pools of their blood drifted the last faint warmth of their lives. The heavy snow smothered every other smell, but the sweet, metallic tang of blood cut straight into my throat, and I felt an overwhelming urge to be sick... That temple was completely surrounded by Chinese troops. Explosion after explosion rang out from that direction. In the heavy snow, gunfire and blasts carried no echo at all, which somehow made them cut into the soul all the more sharply. The four of us stared silently toward the sound, unable to cross over and join a fight so hopelessly outmatched. Kojima groaned beside me, blood bubbling up from beneath the bandage on his chest — we knew he wasn't going to make it... I fell hard, ice and mud and filth covering my face and body, and strangely, the snow felt almost burning hot against my skin... Squad Leader Katayama had already made it back ahead of us, and when he saw the state we were in, he couldn't hold back his own tears. He helped us wash, gave us dry clothes, fed us, and then told us, grief-stricken: the dozen or so men who had been with Regimental Commander Morikawa — all of them had died at that temple, smashed to pieces. Part of the transport train had been looted by the enemy, the rest burned. Katayama said: 'The Commander died horribly. His head was gone, and one of his feet too. They'd stripped his uniform off him — probably to claim some reward based on his rank. His body had been left exposed in the snowy wilderness, and by the time they found him, wild animals had already gotten to him...' I heard that Commander Morikawa had been a fine officer — fond of jokes, full of compassion, well-liked by the men under him. Before joining the army, he had worked as a construction engineer. Even now, I refuse to spend winters in Hokkaido. I have relatives in Sapporo and Kushiro who sometimes invite me to visit in winter, and I always find some excuse to decline. The truth is, I'm afraid of seeing snow blanket everything like that again..."
On December 30, gazing out at the snow falling in thick silver curtains over Yuelu Mountain, Xue Yue dictated a telegram to Chiang Kai-shek:
"Urgent. To Chairman Chiang, Chongqing. Confidential. The Third Battle of Changsha bears on the very survival of the nation and on the shape of the international order. In this battle, I [Xue himself] hold to a resolve to die if necessary, and a conviction of certain victory. In order to seize the moment, annihilate the enemy, and achieve a great victory, I have established the following three measures, communicated by telegram to all units for compliance:
(1) Every group army commander, army commander, and division commander must maintain firm control of his forces and personally direct operations at the front, so as to seize the moment and annihilate the enemy when it comes.
(2) Should I fall in battle, Deputy Commander Luo shall assume my duties and continue the encirclement and annihilation of the enemy according to the established plan. Should any commander at the army, division, regiment, battalion, or company level fall in battle, his deputy, or the next most senior officer, shall immediately assume command.
(3) Any commander at any level — group army, army, division, regiment, battalion, or company — who fails to fight with full effort or causes the loss of a critical opportunity shall be dealt with under the Revolutionary Army's law of collective responsibility, without exception or leniency.
The above three matters are respectfully telegraphed for your record and approval.
Xue Yue. [Changsha]"
In Chongqing, Chiang Kai-shek had spent days reviewing the telegrams from the Ninth War Zone one by one, and now, holding Xue Yue's latest dispatch, he paced back and forth between the operational map of the Ninth War Zone and the map of the world. Just before dawn that morning, T.V. Soong had sent an urgent cable: representatives of twenty-six nations — the United States, Britain, the Soviet Union, China, the Netherlands, Australia, and others — had reached a preliminary agreement in Washington to form a united front against fascism, with the signing ceremony for the Declaration by United Nations set for January 1. China's status as one of the world's four great powers had now received unanimous recognition from the international community. China's war of resistance against Japan, recognized as a vital front in the broader global struggle against fascism, was drawing widespread attention from the forces of peace across the world. With barely two days remaining before the Declaration took effect, various foreign governments and civic organizations were already approaching Soong to discuss aid for China's war effort more requests than he could keep up with.
Chiang's thoughts returned once more to the snow-covered expanse of northern Hunan. The Ninth War Zone's successive delaying withdrawals had, according to plan, drawn the Japanese deep to the very gates of Changsha; the decisive blow was now imminent. If this battle could be won, what better gift could there be to mark the birth of the world's anti-fascist alliance?
He walked to his desk and drafted the reply himself — the very telegram that historians, decades later, would find preserved in the archives:
Urgent. To Commanding Officer Xue, Changsha. Confidential. Your telegram of the 30th received. That you hold to such resolve, and rally your forces with such vigor, brings me great comfort. At this moment when we fight shoulder to shoulder with our allied nations, I earnestly hope this battle will achieve a decisive victory, and win for our revolutionary soldiers glory beyond compare.
Chiang. [Chongqing]
To the Staff.
On the morning of New Year's Day 1942, the wind had stopped and the snow had ceased; the sky was clear. Southeast of Changsha, more than 20,000 officers and men of the Japanese 3rd Division—having just forced a crossing of the Liuyang River at Mopanzhou—stood assembled under Division Commander Toyoshima Fusatarō. Facing the first sunrise of the new year, they turned east and held a prayer ceremony. When the prayers ended, the quiet, solemn ranks came alive. Officers and men exchanged New Year's greetings, wishing one another the early realization of the Greater East Asia dream and victories in the year ahead. The orderly military formation dissolved, for a moment, into an enthusiastic New Year's gathering.
Toyoshima moved through the ranks of the division's support units, offering holiday greetings of his own. He stopped before Major Katō Motoichi, commander of the 2nd Battalion, recently transferred in from the 6th Regiment. Katō was in a sour mood: his battalion had been designated the mobile reserve and would not see immediate action. Toyoshima clapped him on the shoulder. "I will give your unit the chance to claim the greatest merit," he said—a promise that drew cheers from Katō and his men. The battalion had fought in nearly every major engagement since the Shanghai Campaign and had built a reputation for night fighting that made it a favorite of successive division commanders. At 8 a.m., Toyoshima gave the order to attack. Artillery and aircraft opened up in close coordination, the explosions dense and continuous, and the infantry regiments surged forward along their assigned routes toward the defenses of Changsha.
Sixty miles to the north, the headquarters of the Japanese 11th Army buzzed with the noise of telephones and radio traffic. Staff officers hurried between desks; several bent over maps, marking positions with tense concentration. Amid this activity, the man who had set it all in motion—Army Commander Anami Korechika—remained conspicuously calm. He glanced now and then at the shifting map, exchanged quiet words with Chief of Staff Kinoshita Isamu, and read through the telegrams and intelligence reports brought to him, occasionally jotting a note. On one wall of the operations room hung a blackboard bearing four large characters in yellow chalk: "New Year's Day · Changsha." The staff all knew the commander had written them himself.
Anami's confidence was not unfounded, at least by the logic then available to him. The Chinese forces, having suffered a defeat only two months earlier in the previous battle for Changsha, had not yet recovered their strength; in numbers and morale alike, he judged them unequal to a renewed Japanese assault—a judgment the smooth early progress of his units seemed to confirm. And against the backdrop of Japan's string of victories across the Pacific since Tōjō Hideki's rise to power, the capture of a single Chinese provincial capital seemed, to Anami, almost a foregone conclusion.
This confidence had been building for days. On the 29th of December, two Japanese divisions broke through the Miluo River line, and Anami found himself facing two possible courses of action. The first followed the operational plan already sanctioned by the Nanjing headquarters: after crossing the Miluo, the 3rd and 6th Divisions would swing east and west to envelop the Chinese 37th Army on the river's south bank. Given that the 37th Army was now withdrawing eastward, the plan could be adapted—one division making a wide flanking maneuver while the other pursued, together destroying the 37th Army east of the Laodao River. Either way, the goal was the destruction of an isolated portion of Chinese forces. The second course was something Anami had long nursed privately but never committed to paper: to seize the moment and take Changsha itself.
The distinction mattered. An operational plan was a military matter; the capture of Changsha was a political one. Changsha, capital of Hunan province, would carry enormous weight if taken—a blow to the Chongqing government's will to resist, a major southward shift in the front line, international headlines. Privately, Anami believed that only the fall of Changsha would let the 11th Army's achievement stand alongside the 23rd Army's capture of Hong Kong and the sweeping gains of Japanese forces across the southern Pacific.
So on the 29th, Anami wired General Hata Shunroku in Nanjing requesting authorization to attack the city. No answer came on the 30th. Anami turned to Kinoshita and invoked an old Chinese maxim: "When a general is in the field, the sovereign's orders need not always be obeyed. We can wait no longer."
Kinoshita, who had risen through the ranks to become the army's chief of staff, held Anami in high regard particularly since the Second Battle of Changsha and his own appetite for military distinction matched his commander's. The two men saw eye to eye. When the matter came before the operations conference, Deputy Chief of Staff for Logistics Futami Akizō and Operations Officer Shimamura Noriyasu objected strongly: the front was overextended, supply lines strained, and the location of several Chinese units unknown. A hasty attack on Changsha, they argued, was unwise. They raised these concerns privately with Kinoshita first, then formally at the conference itself—but their junior rank carried little weight, and they were overruled. Futami recorded his misgivings in his operations diary on the 29th: "This is an operation of desperation."
Word of Anami's order reached Hata Shunroku on 31 December, and by most accounts he was furious but by then the 11th Army had already begun moving, and there was little to be done but accept the fait accompli. Hata's anger, in any case, was tempered by self-interest: he was not himself averse to news of victory, and did not consider Changsha's capture out of reach. In this way, the attack on Changsha became an outcome that suited everyone with a stake in it Anami, Hata, and, as it would turn out, the Chinese commanders Xue Yue and Chiang Kai-shek as well, each for reasons of their own.
On New Year's Day, Changsha lay against the Xiang River to its west while gunfire and smoke ringed it on three other sides—north, east, and south. In the trenches and fortifications on the city's outskirts, Chinese soldiers met wave after wave of Japanese attackers with rifle fire and grenades. Shells burst around them; smoke and dust thickened into a low, murky haze, and the air carried the acrid smell of gunpowder everywhere. Ammunition carriers hauled heavy wooden crates through the works, distributing cartridges and grenades by the handful to the men at the front. Medics wearing Red Cross armbands moved through the haze, bandaging and carrying off the wounded—some crying out, others silent—while the dead were dragged clear of the firing line. By midday the sun, which had risen clear and bright, had already dimmed behind the smoke of battle.
From the Pavilion of Evening Beauty on Yuelu Mountain headquarters of the Ninth War Zone Xue Yue watched the fighting across the Xiang River through his binoculars. When the battle began, he had ordered Chief of Staff Wu Yizhi to relocate most of the war-zone staff south to Leiyang, while he himself stayed in Changsha with a small operations team. This defied a standing Military Affairs Commission rule that war-zone headquarters remain no closer than 50 kilometers from the front, a precaution meant to prevent a commander's death from shaking troop morale. Xue Yue broke the rule deliberately, as a gesture: to the 10th Army defending the city, it said I am right behind you—do as you see fit. To the forces massing to encircle the Japanese near Changsha, it said I am closer to the enemy than you are; my life is in your hands—do as you see fit. It was a wager staked with his own life, and when he told Chiang Kai-shek, "In this campaign I am resolved to die if necessary," it was no idle phrase. The gesture was not lost on the 10th Army, and least of all on the two commanders still living down their defeat in the previous battle—Army Commander Li Yutang and Division Commander Fang Xianjue.
From the first hours of fighting, Li Yutang shuttled between division headquarters. Zhou Qingxiang's 3rd Division held the city's eastern flank, Fang Xianjue's Provisional 10th Division the southern flank, and Zhu Yue's 190th Division the north. The Japanese opened with simultaneous attacks on all three fronts and gained nothing by noon; after a brief midday lull, they concentrated their weight against the south. Hearing the gunfire intensify there, Li Yutang moved to Fang Xianjue's side—whether to gather information or simply to watch over him, his presence in the operations room was enough to keep every man fighting with eyes wide open.
It was the Provisional 10th Division that held the frontal defenses of Changsha, and Fang Xianjue's later promotion to army commander, decorated for merit, testified to the weight of what his men endured. Decades afterward, Yang Zhenghua—then acting director of the division's political department and concurrent commander of its supervising detachment—recalled fragments of that fighting:
"On the morning of New Year's Day 1942 the Japanese Noe Regiment advanced on Jinpen Ridge and the Ishino Regiment on Houzishi, attempting to seize the high ground. Our 29th Regiment, under Commander Zhang Yuequn, met them head-on from the high ground with machine-gun and rifle fire, followed by grenades; Japanese soldiers fell one after another. The enemy brought aircraft to support the infantry, and the fighting closed to hand-to-hand combat. They had expected to take Changsha within a day and were plainly surprised by the resistance they met. Zhang's regiment held until about 10 a.m.; but with a front some fifteen li wide, too few men to cover it, and casualties mounting, the position finally broke. The enemy paid for it with six or seven hundred casualties"
Having broken the first line, the Japanese pressed toward the second and ran into fierce fire from Ge Xiancai's 28th Regiment—mortars, machine guns, rifles all at once. The 28th was the strongest regiment in the division, and Ge's skill and courage were known throughout the army; he had placed his command post behind the arsenal, at the most exposed point on the whole line, to show he meant to hold it. Having already been hurt badly on the first line, the enemy's momentum slackened under Ge's counterattack, and they were forced to pause. While the Japanese pressed against Ge's position, Regiment Commander Zhang Yuequn and a liaison officer from the political department arrived at division headquarters. Seeing the anxiety on Zhang's face, I went alone to see Division Commander Fang. "The enemy has come too fast and too hard," I told him. "Zhang's regiment can barely hold." Fang sighed. "Yes," he said. "The line to Zhang's regiment is already cut."
Seeing he was inclined to go easy on Zhang, I spoke plainly: "Zhang's position has already been broken. Regiment Commander Zhang is here at headquarters now. He says he failed his mission, that he is sorry to the division commander, and that he awaits punishment." Fang said, "Tell him to rest in the adjutant's office. I'll call him in when I have a moment. Then he took up the telephone and shouted to Regiment Commander Ge: "Yipu! It's on you now. Zhang's position is broken—send men at once to gather up his men and put them under your command. The burden is heavy, but I'll give you everything I have. You must hold." Ge's voice came back over the line: "Division Commander, rest easy. I have confidence. I won't lose face in front of Xue Yue."
That evening Xue Yue telephoned Fang directly to ask how long he could hold. "One week," Fang answered. "Two days on the first line, three on the second, two on the third." Xue Yue said, "Good," and hung up. Late that night, I was warming myself by the fire in Deputy Division Commander Sun Mingjin's room, together with Adjutant Director Zhang Guangkuan, when we heard Fang calling for Zhang from the next room. "This letter," Fang told him, "send it to my family in the rear at once—it must arrive by tomorrow."
When Zhang brought the letter out, I took the liberty of opening it. It was his last testament: "My wife Yunhua: Our army has been ordered to hold Changsha firmly; the responsibility is heavy. The fate of Changsha bears upon the success or failure of the entire War of Resistance. As a soldier I have the duty to defend the soil. Should I die in battle, the government will naturally provide for you and our five sons. I earnestly hope that all five sons will graduate from university, conduct themselves well, carry on my unfulfilled aspirations, and serve the Party and the nation; then I shall smile in the underworld. Do not grieve, my wife. Your husband, Shan."
At noon on New Year's Day, the Japanese 3rd Division reported to 11th Army headquarters that it had made headway against the Provisional 10th Division's first line south of the city. On hearing this, Chief of Staff Kinoshita flew out over Changsha with four war correspondents to observe the battlefield firsthand. Their aircraft passed low over the 3rd Division's attack line in the southeastern suburbs; soldiers below waved up at the plane, and the correspondents photographed the scene, unaware it would later resurface as evidence of aggression in the Illustrated History of China's War of Resistance against Japan. Kinoshita had the pilot drop New Year's cards and letters of encouragement from home to the troops below before circling back to Yueyang. From there he wired both the Japanese Expeditionary Army Headquarters in Nanjing and Imperial General Headquarters that the operation was proceeding smoothly and victory was near at hand.
That confidence would not survive the night. At 11 p.m., after days of effort, the 11th Army's intelligence section finally broke the radio codes the Ninth War Zone was using for the campaign. The first message they decrypted was Xue Yue's order of the 31st, directing his army groups to converge on the vicinity of Changsha. When Anami read the long list of unit designations, the shock was immediate: he understood at once that the arrow he had loosed on the 29th could not now be called back. His only remaining option was to take Changsha as fast as possible and end the operation—otherwise his attacking forces would find themselves trapped between the city's defenders and the closing ring of Chinese reinforcements, with consequences he did not care to imagine.
At midnight, Anami wired Toyoshima directly, ordering him to press the attack and force a decision before the encircling Chinese forces could close the trap. Simultaneously, he ordered the 6th Division to reinforce its screen toward the eastern mountains and the Liuyang approach, to protect the 3rd Division's rear. Toyoshima responded by committing Katō's 2nd Battalion—the mobile reserve that had chafed at inaction that very morning. In the two hours between midnight and 2 a.m. on January 2nd, Major Katō Motoichi's career as a soldier came to its end.
Japanese official histories record what happened. Katō, with his adjutant and two others, slipped through the houses outside the city, crossed an enemy encampment, and pushed forward to the Chinese outpost line. Around 2 a.m., gunfire from soldiers concealed beneath the eaves of a nearby house struck him through the abdomen. He kept fighting with his sword even as he fell; his adjutant, Lieutenant Hashimoto Mitsuyoshi, and Sergeant Kawaguchi Sadahide went down soon after. Corporal Ikoyama alone cut his way back through the fighting to report what had happened. His soldiers, crying "Rescue the battalion commander!", threw themselves into charge after charge, all in vain—the houses around the position were soon burning. When the report reached the chief of staff, he said only: "This is extremely serious. The entire battalion must do everything to recover the battalion commander."
The search continued through that night and into the fighting's turning point on the 4th, but neither Katō nor the men who had fallen with him were ever found. They were presumed dead, and the recovery effort was called off. The significance of Katō's death for the Changsha operation lay less in the battalion commander himself than in what was found on his body. Soldiers of the 10th Army recovered several important documents from the corpse, revealing that the Japanese army was suffering a critical ammunition shortage. When these papers reached Xue Yue's desk with the greatest possible speed, the usually self-controlled general slapped the table in delight: "A single thin sheet of paper is worth more than ten thousand machine guns!"
Armed with this knowledge, Xue Yue moved to press the advantage. He placed all the large-caliber guns of the war zone's organic artillery regiment under Li Yutang's command, and Li in turn made the Provisional 10th Division's positions—still under Fang Xianjue's direction along the second defensive line—the focus of artillery support. After dense bombardments, Japanese corpses piled high in front of Ge Xiancai's regiment. Yet under Toyoshima's stern urging, the Japanese charged onto the Chinese positions again and again through the artillery fire; both sides repeatedly collapsed into hand-to-hand combat, and batches of defending soldiers fell in pools of blood.
The crisis came at 11 a.m., when contact with the 2nd Battalion of the 29th Regiment on Jinpen Ridge was suddenly lost. Half an hour later a severely wounded scout crawled to a neighboring position and reported the battalion's extremity to division headquarters: Deputy Regiment Commander Chen Xinxi and Regiment Adjutant Zeng Youwen, who had led the unit, were dead; most officers and men had been killed; the position was largely in Japanese hands; the survivors were making a last stand and urgently requesting reinforcement.
Fang Xianjue did the arithmetic and concluded that any relief force would arrive too late—and that if the Japanese had already taken the position, it would in any case be difficult ground to retake. With a heavy heart, he ordered the entire division's artillery to concentrate covering fire directly onto his own men's position. Half an hour later two reserve companies finally reached Jinpen Ridge. What they found silenced them: the bodies on the position were so shattered that Chinese and Japanese dead could no longer be told apart, mute evidence of the bayonet fighting that had taken place. There was no time to bury or burn them; they could only be piled to one side while the living soldiers wiped their eyes and turned to face the next assault.
By afternoon the battle had widened. The Japanese 6th Division entered the fight and struck the 190th Division's positions in the northeastern suburbs; at dusk the fresh 40th Division relieved the battered 3rd Division and threw itself against the Provisional 10th Division once more. All three Japanese divisions in northern Hunan were now committed to the assault on the city, and the 10th Army found itself fighting an enemy several times its strength. Fang Xianjue went down personally to the regiment headquarters to supervise, ordering that after each assault was repulsed, squads and platoons be reorganized on the spot, new commanders appointed, ammunition replenished. In the two days and one night of the 1st and 2nd, more than half the battalion, company, and platoon commanders of the Provisional 10th Division became casualties; squad leaders were replaced wholesale, and green recruits found themselves suddenly in command. The city's four hospitals overflowed, and many of the seriously wounded died simply for want of timely treatment.
As the 6th Division's offensive gathered force, the 190th Division's positions became the new focal point of the defense. Huang Zhong, then the division's operations section chief, recalled the moment decades later:
At dawn on the 3rd Li Yutang telephoned Division Commander Zhu Yue: How was Chenjiashan lost? Zhu answered: It has not been lost. Li ordered Zhu to investigate at once; Chenjiashan had indeed been lost.
It turned out that on the 2nd the enemy 6th Division attacking the North Gate had been checked by artillery fire from our Chenjiashan position. In the depth of night the enemy took advantage of the reduced observation angle of the defenders inside the pillboxes, crawled to the foot of the mountain, and at dawn rushed the summit and occupied it. With the loss of Chenjiashan the Japanese forces in the northern and eastern suburbs linked up; the situation became extremely critical. All division commanders supervised from the front line. Zhou Qingxiang said to Zhang Zhenguo: "You and I were both promoted by Army Commander Li Yutang. If Changsha cannot be held the army commander cannot be saved; neither publicly nor privately can we face that. Regiment Commander Zhang declared he would live or die with the position".
While the city bled, the picture at Japanese 11th Army headquarters was turning bleaker still. The Ninth War Zone's codes had been broken and the battlefield had become an open book to Anami—but knowledge without means to act on it changed nothing. Chinese 4th, 79th, 26th, 37th, 20th, and 58th Armies had all reached their first attack arrival line; the encirclement was taking visible shape. On the morning of 3 January, with Changsha still not fully occupied, anxiety inside headquarters had curdled into something closer to dread. At 11 a.m. Anami entered the staff room and wrote a line of poetry on the blackboard to steady the officers sunk in gloom: "Do not now give birth to alarm and fear; victory and defeat are ordinary affairs for the military." But the words could not undo the arithmetic: air-supplied ammunition was exhausted, while the Chongqing forces were visibly continuing to concentrate strength with the evident intention of surrounding the Japanese army at Changsha.
The anxiety of Chief of Staff Kinoshita and the rest of the staff was extraordinary. At 17:00 on the 3rd, Kinoshita, Deputy Chief of Staff Futami, Operations Staff Officer Shimamura, and others gathered in the army commander's room and formally proposed "to cease combat and begin the turnaround on the night of the 4th." Anami refused. "The 6th Division has only just joined the battle; it is only natural that results have not yet been obtained. We cannot stop the attack too early; we should observe the situation for a while longer." Half an hour later, at 17:30, a combat report arrived from 3rd Division Commander Toyoshima: "Results can be expected before long." It changed nothing in the staff's calculus. At 19:40 they gathered again and pressed the point from a new angle: to reach the north bank of the Miluo River before the morning of the 5th, the turnaround had to begin immediately. By this hour the battle for the crossing points on the Liuyang River had already opened. Anami, finally, was compelled to approve the withdrawal.
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On New Year's Day 1942, Japanese forces stormed Changsha from three sides. Chinese defenders—especially Fang Xianjue's battered division—held on through relentless assaults, trading regiment after regiment in bloody attrition. A Japanese battalion commander's death yielded captured documents revealing crippling ammunition shortages, emboldening the defense. As Chinese reinforcements closed in, Japanese commander Anami realized his own intercepted orders had sprung a trap of his making.
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