Chapter 130 A Sudden Change!

Stationed at Niangzi Pass is a security squadron of the 4th Brigade of the Japanese Independent Mixed Brigade. The captain is a lieutenant named Kameichi Ikeda.

But don't think that because this old devil's military rank is only a lieutenant, you don't think he has any abilities. Unlike those losers who are just waiting to die, this guy has a lot of combat experience.

He was one of the first batch to land in China and participated in the Battle of Xinkou three years ago. It is for this reason that this squadron has been stationed here.

Ikeda Kameichi has a motorcycle that he likes very much. Although he has been driving it for three years, it still looks new. This is due to his careful maintenance every day.

After dinner today, this little guy was wiping his car as usual. But at this moment, the messenger from the squadron stumbled in.

Looking at the other party's rough look, Ikeda Kameichi showed a dissatisfied look. He didn't like to be interrupted when doing things. But considering that there might be important news, he patiently said:

"Iguchi-kun, you are a samurai who conquers Japan. You must always pay attention to your image. Look at what you look like now. Tell me what makes you so uncontrollable."

Seeing the calm and calm appearance of his own officials, the messenger seemed to have found his backbone. He adjusted his state, then took out a piece of paper filled with information and said:

"Your Majesty Lieutenant, since eight o'clock tonight, I have received several messages from nearby stations and strongholds."

"And the messages are surprisingly consistent, saying they're under attack, so let's pay more attention."

It is reasonable for this news to spread, although the troops will step up communication channels such as telephone lines as soon as the offensive begins.

But there are too many places to operate at the same time, and it is inevitable that some things will be missed, and some lucky devils will always be able to spread the news. As a result, the Japanese defenders at Niangziguan still received early warning from a small number of colleagues.

But Kameichi Ikeda didn't appreciate it. Instead, he stared at the messenger in front of him with his small eyes. The Japanese lieutenant slowly approached the opponent, and then slapped him hard on the face.

"Think about it with your pig brain, is our situation the same as other strongholds? Whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Shanxi-Sui Army, with the terrain of Niangzi Pass, they will need at least one brigade to defeat us."

"Do you know how many people there are in a brigade in the Republic of China? Use your dog eyes to see for yourself. How can we have any enemies here?"

"Even if a brigade comes, we can still use the people at the foot of the mountain to blackmail those hypocrites who pretend to be benevolent and righteous. Go away and reflect on yourself."

Although Ikeda Kameichi's words are very conceited, these are the confidence given to him by past experiences.

The location of Niangzi Pass is very special. The entire North China Front does not want anything to happen here. Once it is attacked, it only needs to hold on for a while and reinforcements will arrive.

What's more, the four turrets built on the hillside next to it are made of relatively special materials. Compared with others in Jin Province, it is relatively solid.

Although no enemy has attacked here in the past three years.

But during construction, they had experimented with the Type 92 infantry cannon, and the 70-mm-caliber barrel gun could not destroy these solid defensive buildings in one go.

According to his experience. It must be the Eighth Route Army that destroyed the Zhengtai Line. Those poor guys could only resist their brother country in this way.

But even the main force of the Eighth Route Army did not have any decent heavy artillery.

As long as those beggars dare to have any crooked thoughts about the ladies he protects, then he will definitely lead his subordinates to make these enemies suffer.

Thinking of this, he decided to leave some soldiers to guard the pass, while he took most of the defenders out to patrol on his beloved motorcycles.

This is a task they have to perform every day. Maybe they can kill some Eighth Route Army soldiers today and save themselves some money for promotion.

Although the life in Niangziguan is quite comfortable, he yearns for a life of making achievements. As for the life and death of friendly forces? Sorry it has nothing to do with him.

At eight o'clock exactly, Kong Jie led his independent group and quietly reached Niangziguan Village on the mountainside.

The size of this village is indeed quite large, mainly because after the Japanese occupied the pass, they drove out all the villagers who originally lived in it.

In a crop field, Kong Jie took out the map given to him by the deputy division commander, looked at the battalion and company commanders around him and ordered:

"Leave the Japs and puppet troops in the village to the Second Battalion to deal with them. Try not to make too much noise, otherwise it will be troublesome to disturb the gun towers on the mountain."

"After we capture the village, we will immediately send out signal flares to notify our brothers to start attacking!"

While the Independent Regiment was still assigning tasks, a gunshot suddenly rang out at the Niangziguan Railway Station at the foot of the mountain, followed by a hail of gunfire.

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed. It was obvious that the battle below had started for some unknown reason.

Although I don't know why the friendly forces did not launch the attack according to the predetermined plan, there is no time to think about these trivial matters now. In order to prevent the artillery towers from threatening the comrades in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, Kong Jie had no choice but to prepare to order a storm.

Just when the soldiers were about to charge, a battalion commander stopped his regimental commander. He pointed to the gun tower in the distance and said:

"Captain! Wait! The turret is not firing!"

After getting the hint, Kong Jie looked at the fortifications in the distance with some doubts. Logically speaking, the tactical quality of the Japanese in such a transportation hub would not be too bad.

Even if they were not subordinates of the Type B division, they should be the top of the Type C division.

The battle had already started for a minute, and even the Japanese and puppet troops in the village ahead had made some movements, but the heavy machine guns in the artillery tower still did not fire.

It was less than 500 meters away from the open space in front of the station below, and even a blind man could kill a lot of people if he pulled the trigger.

Flexibility on the battlefield is very important, after all, plans can never keep up with changes.

It will take about five minutes for the Japanese and puppet troops in the village to gather together, and these one hundred enemies can only hold out for five minutes at most under the firepower of their regiment.

As long as the four artillery towers on the mountain did not open fire within ten minutes, he could try to kill the enemies in the village first.

The main reason is that street fighting is very important to the quality of individual soldiers and the coordination of the team, and it is likely to cause a lot of casualties in the clearance. And when the Japanese went down the mountain, they were almost live targets.

After weighing the pros and cons, Kong Jie decided to take a gamble.

If the enemy in the turret appears during the attack, the attention of the devils will be attracted by them, and this will not hurt friendly forces.

When the devils in the village are in a hurry to support, ambush them, the benefits are really huge. Thinking of this, Kong Jie no longer hesitated and immediately gave orders.

"First Battalion Commander, you take your comrades to set up machine gun positions on the flanks. When the devils in the village are in a position that is neither up nor down, hit them hard. Our task is to end the battle as soon as possible, don't be stingy with bullets."

"Second Battalion Commander, after the battle begins, you take the soldiers to rush to the village! There must be enemies left behind! Your task is to rely on the village and launch a strong attack on the devils who are stubbornly resisting."

"Third Battalion Commander, take your people to surround the enemy with me and the commando! Our two battalions fight more than a hundred people! We must quickly solve the enemy!"

Although this tactic is simple, it is not brainless.

In the case of superior numbers and weapons and equipment, you only need to be careful whether there is an ambush. A lion fights a rabbit with all its strength. Kong Jie is seriously using force to suppress others.

After the Japanese soldiers in Niangziguan Village assembled, they immediately went to support along the narrow mountain road.

In order to buy time and cooperate with the defenders in the station to encircle the Eighth Route Army below, they did not even check whether the surrounding environment was safe.

Seeing the enemy's position getting closer and closer, the battalion commander excitedly clenched the wooden butt. When the Japanese soldiers arrived at the predetermined ambush site, he spit out the grass roots in his mouth and shouted to the soldiers:

"Shoot!"

In an instant, the barrage of rifles and machine guns covered the Japanese soldiers in front like a big net, and the narrow mountain road left them almost no room to hide.

The enemy fell in groups like wheat during the autumn harvest, and time seemed to have returned to the era of volley guns, except that only the Japanese soldiers were waiting in line to be shot.

After waiting for ten seconds, Kong Jie immediately rushed out of the farmland with the commando team. The comrades of the third battalion acted with him, and both sides rushed towards their goals almost at the same time.

The battle ended very quickly. The assault team didn't even use up all the bullets in their Mauser pistols. The number of Japanese soldiers was not enough for the soldiers of the two battalions of the independent regiment.

When Kong Jie joined the first battalion, there were few Japanese soldiers who could still breathe on the mountain road. He pulled out the big knife behind him and chopped off the head of a Japanese soldier who was not dead yet.

The pressure of large arteries such as the carotid artery is very high, and blood spurted out immediately after the knife.

It was obvious that this was not the first time Kong Jie did this. While swinging the knife, he adjusted his position to avoid the dirty blood. Instead, the traitor who was pretending to be dead was shocked.

After seeing that he was exposed, the second Japanese soldier immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously. The steps made of bluestone slabs were soon stained red by the blood on his forehead.

"Eighth Master, spare me! Eighth Master, spare me! Give me a chance to make meritorious service! I am a local!"

Seeing that this coward had wet his pants, the third battalion commander slapped the other's face with a big punch, and then kicked him again.

"Locals are traitors! It's really embarrassing for your ancestors!"

Time is urgent now, and Kong Jie has no time to verify whether what he said is true. The friendly troops below are still attacking with difficulty. They are blocked by the four bunkers in the station.

"Leave a platoon to clean up the battlefield, and the rest of the people go into the village together! Quickly!"

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