Chapter 140 A Japanese Major General Collapsed

After hearing the order from their captain, a dozen Japanese soldiers from the second squadron immediately looked for a suitable shooting angle behind the bunker. They raised their Type 38 rifles and blew up the street lamp bulbs standing on both sides of the railway.

Fortunately, there were enough people participating in the shooting, otherwise, with the poor hit rate of these little soldiers, there would be a high probability that they would have to fight a second round.

Due to the lack of formal combat training for a long time, coupled with the lack of training of the garrison troops on weekdays, there were still fatal misses at the fixed target of more than ten meters.

Miyajima Junji almost fainted when he saw this scene, and secretly vowed to increase the training volume of his soldiers after returning. But he also overlooked one thing, that is, the comfortable life has corroded his body.

As the entire battlefield fell into darkness, the hit rate of the Eighth Route Army soldiers began to gradually decline.

The Japanese also discovered the enemy 300 meters away through the muzzle fire. Under the leadership of their respective squad leaders, more than 100 little soldiers launched a tentative counterattack.

In the eyes of these people, the Eighth Route Army is still suffering from insufficient ammunition. As long as they can get close to the enemy and start hand-to-hand combat, even if there are more enemies, they still have a chance of winning.

Obviously, these devils don't know what it means to look at each other with new eyes after three days of separation.

If it were the Eighth Route Army in the past, they would naturally want to take the initiative to fight hand-to-hand. But now the main regiments of these three divisions are almost overflowing with light weapons reserves.

The little devils have no one to support them, so they die. But the soldiers are the apple of their parents' eyes, and they are all soldiers who are not easy to train. Only fools will fight you with bayonets.

Facing the enemy who tried to sneak up, the soldiers of the reinforced company directly opened the big move. The artillerymen immediately took out the grenade launcher and mortar and bombarded the little days in front.

Fortunately, the devils still remembered the previous tactics, and the skirmish line saved their lives. These little days were divided into groups of three or four people, and each group had a large interval, which added a lot of difficulty to the artillery.

But the problem was not big. The devil's attack failed completely, and even suffered greater casualties.

Seeing that his squadron's attack was extremely difficult, Junji Miyajima bit his back teeth angrily, and didn't care even when his teeth bled.

The Japanese habitually underestimated their opponents, and the disadvantages of this practice have been fully exposed. The squad without the tactical core grenade launcher is completely committing chronic suicide in the current situation.

The first squadron only brought five crooked handles this time, and there were only three light machine guns on the motorcycle that were not carried with them. It was impossible to get rid of the enemy's suppression with just this little firepower.

Junji Miyajima is now in a very regretful mood, and he wants to slap himself a few times.

If he could go back a few minutes ago, when he saw that the so-called guerrillas did not cut the wires, he would definitely let his soldiers prepare for battle.

This way, at least in the early stage of the ambush, it can ensure that the losses of the side will not be too great.

And he finally realized one thing, the enemy who destroyed the railway was not a small guerrilla. Such firepower is definitely the regular army of the Eighth Route Army, and it is even possible that it is an elite force.

The enemy's goal must not only be to destroy the railway in front of them, otherwise it would be a waste of talent. According to his experience, the only target that was worth the Eighth Route Army's organized and premeditated war was the Jingxing Coal Mine.

Although this devil was just a small squadron leader, his strategic vision was really good, and he lived up to his experience of fighting from the grassroots.

Just when Miyajima Junji was still thinking about how to deal with the ambushed enemy, there were several deafening explosions from the Jingxing Coal Mine. The huge noise could not even cover the nearby gunfire.

This accelerated his thinking and made him make a "heroic" decision. That is to abandon some of his soldiers and go back to reinforce the second squadron in the mining area.

In order to complete this operation, the Eighth Route Army sent out the main force that was nowhere to be seen. In this case, the railway was destroyed and it would not necessarily be punished. It was not a war crime.

If there was any problem in Jingxing Coal Mine, the three squadrons stationed there would have to take the blame for their superiors, and Junji Miyajima, a small lieutenant, would definitely die.

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to die.

Abandoning the soldiers under your command is naturally a very painful thing. But compared with your own life, there is no need to think about which is more important.

Thinking of this, Junji Miyajima drew his command knife and shouted to the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the temporary bunkers around him:

"The first and third squads are ready to launch an attack! The second squadron follows me! It's time to be loyal to the locust! This is the responsibility of our warriors!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the soldiers at the bottom were all shocked as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

These days, they organized a wave of counterattacks fearlessly. Although the number of casualties rose sharply, this suicidal attack did have a certain impact on the reinforced company.

After all, it will take some time to kill dozens of pigs, not to mention the lively people.

Commander Yang, who was watching the battle in the temporary command post, shook his head with some dissatisfaction. Although the casualties on their side were almost negligible, the performance of the soldiers exposed many potential problems.

After thinking for a few seconds, the young division commander said to the staff officer beside him:

"It seems that our troops have not yet accepted the fact of transformation. We have fought too many guerrilla warfare and ambushes in the past, and our tactical thinking is still a bit rigid."

"After this raid, I have to report this to the division commander. First-class troops need to adapt to various battlefields, and our soldiers need to continue to learn."

After hearing these words, the staff officer on the side quickly wrote the summary in the notebook in his hand.

This battle itself is an ambush, and our weapons and equipment are obviously superior. Now the speed of annihilating the enemy is a little slower than expected.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Even the main force regiment of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region used guerrilla warfare and ambush warfare as the main tactics, and our soldiers themselves lacked experience in fighting on flat terrain.

And at that time, we strived to continuously consume the living force of Xiaoshi to achieve the goal of steady progress.

Position warfare is extremely rare. It usually happens when the devils force us to fight. This has cultivated the habit of soldiers being petty when fighting the enemy.

It can be said that the hardware has caught up, but the software is still a little behind.

But everything is a story for the future. An army with faith will not worry about lack of combat effectiveness. The current shortcomings can be slowly made up in the future.

At this moment, the staff officer pointed in another direction, and Commander Yang immediately picked up his telescope.

In order to observe the entire command battlefield, this temporary command post was built in a higher position.

Through the vision provided by the moonlight, he saw a small group of devils retreating, and this scene made everyone present smile intriguingly.

Because those retreating devils were about to step into the minefield prepared for them by the reinforced company.

In the preparation stage, the soldiers did not arrange the minefield on both sides of the railway.

Although that position can maximize the killing benefits of mines and have the opportunity to kill more devils by surprise, it will also increase the risk of mine exposure.

The task of the reinforced company is to block the enemy. Whether it can be completely wiped out depends on the specific situation. If the devils retreat at the first time due to early exposure, it will be a bit of a loss.

It is different to arrange mines on the enemy's retreat route.

The Japanese must have been very anxious when they came. They wished they had more legs to quickly reach the battlefield and check the damage to the railway. At that time, they would not have had the time to clear mines, nor would they be so careful.

There was only one retreat route back to Jingxing Coal Mine. Normal people would relax their vigilance on the road they had just walked when returning along the original route.

Once they broke into the minefield at this time, they could not only cause greater casualties, but also perfectly play the role of blocking.

And waiting for a good life in that direction were not only mines, but also comrades who were sharpening their knives at the tail attack position.

Miyajima Junji finally left the battlefield with the second squad. Because some soldiers were dissatisfied with his desertion, they almost made a unique move of subjugating the superiors.

For the grassroots soldiers, you, a lieutenant, made us excited. As a result, we have taken off our pants, and you actually ordered us to retreat?

In order to save his life, Miyajima Junji begged for help from his grandfather and grandmother, and presented facts and reason, and finally persuaded these uncles to return to defense together.

This series of operations delayed some time. As a result, he was already very anxious and had no time to check if there were any ambushes on the way back.

The only good news was that, thanks to Junji Miyajima's timely stop loss, the squad was almost full, with only a few unlucky guys dying by the railway.

When these Japanese soldiers rushed back in a hurry, they had no idea that they had been targeted by something.

After all the enemies entered the minefield, the ruthless platoon leader pulled the rope directly. The heavy mine exploded directly in the center of the Japanese infantry.

After receiving the signal, the soldiers of the whole platoon immediately launched an attack. Facing this ambush that was calculated but not intentional, the Japanese had no chance to resist.

Only five minutes later, all the enemies of this squad died in the cemetery carefully selected for them by Commander Yang.

Led by the platoon leader, the comrades walked out of the attack battlefield. They cleaned up the battlefield briefly and quickly, and prepared to return to support the main force.

But at this moment, a steaming "corpse" trembled and moved. It was Junji Miyajima who was not dead yet.

Seeing his beloved pants stained with blood by the enemy, the platoon leader had some helplessness and stabbed the Japanese lieutenant's heart with the four-sided cone of MAS-36.

After putting away the opponent's lieutenant's knife, the platoon leader said with some dissatisfaction:

"Who cleaned the battlefield? How come there are still living people! Aren't you afraid that the Japanese will use grenades to die with you?"

At this time, a squad leader came over, and he scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly.

"Platoon leader, it's my fault! I had donkey hair in my ears, and I didn't hear a beast humming. Don't do it again. Don't do it again."

"Return to the team!"

When the soldiers of this platoon returned to the vicinity of the railway, the battle over there had ended. After all the comrades had gathered, Commander Yang led the reinforced company to meet up with the reserve team of the third regiment.

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The Japanese troops stationed in Shimen were the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade, whose commander, Major General Mizuhara Yoshishige, graduated from the Army Officer School.

This old devil is very good at conspiracy and even has a nickname of a butcher's knife expert. He once led his troops to use a blitzkrieg-like tactics to sneak attack the rear command agency of Guosu many times.

Moreover, Mizuhara Yoshishige thought he had studied the guerrilla tactics of the Eighth Route Army and knew that the Eighth Route Army was good at ambushes.

Therefore, after the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade was transferred to Shimen, he did a lot of intelligence work to deal with the guerrillas who constantly harassed the Zhengtai Line.

Even since the beginning of this year, this old devil has handed over some daily tasks to his subordinates, and he has put all his energy on guarding against the railway.

In order to deal with the guerrillas who come and go without a trace, he personally led people to investigate the villages along the railway, and selected and established a number of railway protection villages.

This devil major general knows one thing very well, that is, no matter how strong the fortress is, it can be broken from the inside.

There is absolutely no shortage of scum who sell their ancestors for glory among the people of the Republic of China. As long as these things are obtained, the safety of the railway will be absolutely guaranteed.

It turned out that this trick was very effective. When Mizuhara Yoshishige implemented the division of labor and responsibility system for those villages that had surrendered, and stipulated a strict reward and punishment system.

The road section responsible for the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade created a record of no accidents for seven consecutive months, and he only paid some dispensable benefits.

Such results made the old devil ecstatic, thinking that he had found the code for promotion. Even Tada Shun, the commander of the North China Front Army in BP, sent a letter of praise, and there was a momentum for promotion throughout the army.

This period of time has always been Mizuhara Yoshishige's highlight moment. He felt that he had a good chance of becoming one of the few lieutenant generals among the brigade commanders.

But everything ended tonight, and the dream was shattered quickly.

He had just finished a day's work and was about to find a few singing girls to relax. At this moment, a signalman found him.

From the other party's panicked expression, the old devil guessed that something big had happened.

"Brigade commander! The garrison troops at Jingxing Coal Mine just sent a message that they were attacked by the Eighth Route Army again, and it was the enemy's main force."

"Even the railway section from Zhengding to Shimen was attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and the damage was very serious!"

"And all the troops west of Shimen can't be contacted! The chief of staff has sent cavalry to check the situation!"

After hearing this news, Mizuhara Yoshishige was in a complicated mood, with frustration, annoyance and anger intertwined. The enemy easily broke the public security order he had worked so hard to build, which made him unacceptable.

The old devil sat on the stool, panting like an old bellows.

Suddenly, he pulled out the weapon knife on the table and chopped it hard on his favorite vase. Then he slapped the messenger on the right cheek, and the whole headquarters could hear his angry shout:

"Baga! What are you still standing there for! Hurry up and contact Lieutenant General Iinuma Mamoru and immediately request support from the 110th Division! This is the enemy's general attack!"

"Except for the troops that need to defend the city! Mobilize all forces to reinforce all strongholds on the Shota Line! Immediately! Immediately!"

"I will personally lead the troops to Jingxing Coal Mine! I want to see how many people the Eighth Route Army has!"

Although Mizuhara Yoshishige shouted at the top of his lungs to give orders, the old devil was thinking:

"It's over, all the previous efforts have been wasted! Damn the lieutenant general brigade commander! I'm lucky not to be sent to the reserve this time."

It's fun to get a major general these days. This guy used to die of illness.