Chapter 134 It Was over in Three Minutes, and It Took Thirty Minutes to Bury

Two minutes after the gas bomb was fired, Yamashiro Hisanobu and his adjutant came to a commanding height in Niangziguan Station without haste.

The old devil confidently observed the battlefield with a telescope in his hand. Although the Eighth Route Army's position was shrouded in poison gas, he could not see the specific situation inside.

But the sparse gunshots from the opposite side alone could make this little guy imagine what was happening inside. He seemed to see the enemy struggling in the poison gas, and then showed a morbid smile.

This kind of confidence was cultivated in repeated battles with the Republic of China's troops. He was very satisfied with the results of his subordinates. This familiar battle rhythm made him want to shout "The advantage is mine!"

Suddenly, he saw a small number of soldiers covering their mouths and noses with cloth strips and running frantically to the back. This made Yamashiro Hisanobu's face add a bit of madness. He enjoyed the enemy's struggle to survive in his own poison gas.

Just as he was admiring his masterpiece, Hiramatsu Ikuji came to his side. The other party was like an ostrich and did not dare to look up, as if he was afraid of bad luck.

But he was a little overthinking. The old devil Yamashiro Hisanobu patted him on the left shoulder. Then he handed him the telescope in his hand, pointed to a certain direction in the distance and said:

"Look, those Eighth Route Army are still as vulnerable as before! The saddest thing is that even their fighting will has weakened a lot. There are deserters on their positions. These beggars used to not give up an inch of land."

"What a pity. We will see fewer struggling faces this time. It's really a bit disappointing."

"Hiramatsu-kun, let your men change their clothes quickly. There are at least more than a thousand Eighth Route Army soldiers left on the position. Don't waste your chance. Don't blame me for stealing your credit when the time comes."

Although Hiramatsu Ikuji was very resistant to this kind of hell on earth, and Yamashiro Hisanobu's sick look made his back cold.

But the other party was the one who solved the current crisis after all. For the sake of his own career, Hiramatsu Ikuji could only bite the bullet and flatter him.

"Thanks to the support of the lieutenant colonel, the enemy on the opposite side must be almost dead. Even if they are barely alive, they must have lost their combat effectiveness and mobility."

"I will urge my men to set off early. Maybe the situation in Niangzi Pass is not that bad. If the Eighth Route Army has not had time to sabotage, we can make another contribution!"

"I hope the lieutenant colonel will say a few good words at that time. My career in the second half of my life depends on you."

Seeing that the other party was so good at flattery, Yamashiro Hisanobu nodded with satisfaction. The old devil stretched out his hand forward, as if the enemy's defense line was torn apart by him in one fell swoop.

At the same time, Hiramatsu Ikuji drew out his command knife and said to the devils belonging to his squadron in the station:

"Pass my order, everyone will attack in ten minutes! Take advantage of the enemy's weakest time and take them down in one fell swoop!"

Although there is an almost instinctive fear of poison gas bombs, no one will doubt the power of this chemical weapon. After all, since the outbreak of the war, this set can be said to be tried and tested.

In Hiramatsu Ikuji's opinion, even the main regiment of the Eighth Route Army did not have any decent protective equipment. Otherwise, even their division commander would not have been injured by poison gas in the battle with the brother country some time ago.

The grassroots devils have been waiting impatiently for this opportunity to pick up the spoils of war. With the order of the two commanders, they immediately launched an attack.

In order to end the battle in one go, Xiaori dispatched more than half of his troops.

A small part of them was responsible for guarding the edge of the battlefield. After all, some of the Eighth Route Army escaped the range of the poison gas, and no one wanted to stumble before victory came.

Another part went to the battle zone to make up for the enemy. In the eyes of the devils, the enemies in that area were already lambs to be slaughtered. They only needed to rush up and use the weapons in their hands to give them relief.

Because of this idea, the formation of the Xiaori who attacked was extremely chaotic, and they even forgot the requirements in the infantry drill manual. Some even walked towards the position in an orderly manner like elementary school students doing exercises.

As for the skirmish line? They had long forgotten about this thing. They felt that with such a great advantage now, they could end the battle even if they replaced the pigs.

Soon, the devils crossed the original battle zone. And this position was only 40 to 50 meters away from the Eighth Route Army's position. The little people started searching with bayonets.

However, they could not see any moving figures. All the enemies were lying or lying on the ground, as if all their lives were taken away by the poison gas.

But at this moment, suddenly a red flare rose into the sky, and in their eyes, those dead Eighth Route Army suddenly moved.

At this distance, the devils could clearly see that the opponent was wearing a gas mask on his face, and it even looked more advanced than their own.

As the flare rose into the air, shouts came from the originally very quiet battlefield, and bullets followed these sounds.

"Comrades! It's time to counterattack! Hit me hard! Don't leave any one alive!"

"Da da da!"

The sound of shooting from various guns rang out again on the battlefield.

The machine gun positions built on the side of the battlefield opened fire at the same time. The dense bullets formed a firepower network, sweeping towards the Japanese like a metal storm.

At a distance of only thirty or forty meters, even if new soldiers were replaced, they would not be able to hit the target. The soldiers fully utilized the advantages of the MAS-36 in their hands, and each of them fired at a human semi-automatic rate of fire.

Just after the battle started for more than ten seconds, the Japanese fell down in batches. It was a luxury to leave a complete body under such firepower.

These enemies paid a painful price for their empiricism.

As a squadron leader who has been on the front line for many years, Pingsong Yuji did not panic like the grassroots soldiers after he found that he was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army.

This old Japanese knew that if he lost his mind now, he would definitely die, so he drew out his command knife and tried to organize the nearby combat team to launch an attack.

The distance between the two sides was only more than thirty meters. Retreating now would expose his back to the enemy, which was no different from suicide.

Rather than dying meaninglessly like a wild dog, it is better to charge forward in one go to create a future for yourself.

But the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army would not give him this opportunity. Just when Pingsong Yuji was gathering his troops, hundreds of grenades suddenly flew over in front of him with green smoke.

Now the offensive grenades used by the whole army are imitations of Sandezi's M24, but Huanghe has long adjusted this weapon to make it more suitable for the throwing power of the Chinese.

According to Li Yunlong, even a woman can throw it at this distance.

Moreover, the production technology of the military industrial area of ​​the logistics department is no longer the second-rate one at the beginning. The situation that the delay fuse of each grenade is different has long been eliminated. Now the soldiers can delay it for three seconds.

This is done to prevent the enemy from picking up the grenade and throwing it back. A series of explosions sounded in the ranks of the devils, mixed with the sound of some animals being slaughtered.

It seems that because Pingsong Yuji's side was more noisy, the grenades thrown over were the most dense here.

In the front command post, although the situation in the battle zone was a bit chaotic, and the vision was poor because of the night. But the two regiment commanders could tell which side had the upper hand just by the sound of guns and grenades.

After all, they were all the sounds of their own weapons, so they had a full sense of security. They didn't need to consider who was being beaten and who was attacking.

Listening to the explosions and the screams of the devils, Kong Jie put the big knife on the ground with some regret. It was more painful not to be able to participate in this kind of battle than to kill him.

"It seems that the new tactics of the headquarters are very successful. The deputy general staff is right. We must not only kill people but also destroy their hearts."

Commander Chen nodded in agreement. The new equipment of the logistics department is really critical. It has only been a few hours since the raid started, and the support equipment has helped the soldiers to the fullest.

"Hehe, the devils would never dream that we have become rich a long time ago. In the future, the situation between the enemy and us will inevitably be reversed. Sooner or later, we can chase our daily life."

In fact, the tactics mentioned by the two before did not have any special details. It was just a simple use of information gap to catch the devil off guard.

After all, in the enemy's inherent impression, the Eighth Route Army's gas masks had long been consumed in the three years of continuous fighting.

And since the end of the winter offensive of Guosu, the Japanese army has been trying to save money. Not only did they transfer some divisions in the Republic of China, but they also reduced the soldiers' ammunition. They are no longer as rich as they were in 1937.

This attack has used poison gas bombs, so the enemy will definitely save some bullets, which provides the Eighth Route Army with an opportunity to ambush.

The current defeat of the Japanese is certain. Under the premise of no fortifications and lack of organization, the war zone is now almost a one-sided massacre.

Although the battle is not over yet, the final outcome has long been determined. After all, even if it is a few hundred pigs, it will take some time for the soldiers to catch them.

This is called, someone died at the beginning of the laning period, and had to hold on until thirty minutes later before burying.

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