Chapter 142: You Little Bastard, This Knife Is for the Marshal

Compared with the first battalion, which attacked smoothly, the third battalion on the East Wangshe side encountered a lot of trouble.

Unlike the old Gangtou mining area that has been mined for many years and has outdated equipment, the mines in the new mining area are not too deep, and the amount of coal produced every day is amazing.

This mining area has been in operation for less than four years. Most of the machinery and equipment were purchased before the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War. Local officials spent huge sums of money to purchase these new goods from Sandoku.

It's a pity that Xiaori was given the advantage in the end, and many local people were harmed.

The various strategic materials mined by the Japanese from here were then transported to major factories in the occupied areas, providing them with considerable profits.

In order to prevent the enemy from destroying it, these beasts put a lot of effort into the defense layout of the Dongwangshe New Mine.

As a coal mine adjacent to a railway, there is no shortage of sleepers, old rails and cement. The young people used these things as the main building materials to build four semi-permanent fortresses.

Moreover, they dug a large number of trenches frantically, as if they were treating the periphery of the mining area as a battleground.

Although there are only more than a hundred enemies here, the situation is different from the situation over at Gangtou. Under the command of several team captains, the Japs had a clear division of labor and cooperated skillfully. Even the mine policemen were able to display good combat effectiveness.

With the small days in the trenches providing cover, coupled with the almost constant supply of flares. The soldiers of the third battalion were once beaten so hard by the light and heavy machine guns in the fortress that they could not even lift their heads.

Just when the third battalion commander was very anxious and was preparing to organize a commando team to blast, the situation at the scene took an unexpected turn.

The Japanese in the trenches had been cooperating with the fortress to attack the attacking Eighth Route Army.

But now there is obviously something wrong with the firepower in the trench. Even soldiers with good hearing can vaguely hear the curses of some Japanese soldiers.

It seems like someone is supporting the third battalion.

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When the signal flare was raised, the Japs on the East Wangshe side immediately started to move.

Carrying their own weapons, they immediately rushed to the outer defensive positions. Before the soldiers of the third regiment and third battalion came to the battlefield, they got into the trenches and fortresses.

What I didn't know these days was that not long after setting off, a group of creeping figures came to the military camp of Dongwangshe New Mine.

The leader of this team is a burly middle-aged man. It is difficult to imagine how he can maintain such a figure in such a difficult environment.

In order to fill the line, the Japanese even sent traitors to the battlefield. At this time, there was no one in the military camp, so these underground worker guerrillas just picked up the ready-made ones.

After a short search, they found Xiaori's arsenal.

With this windfall, the group immediately began to arm themselves. Rifles, light machine guns are all available, and you can get as many melon grenades and grenade launchers as you want.

The burly warrior seemed to have seen something, and he came to the corner of the warehouse. After opening a box, a rifle was taken out.

Looking at the word "东" on the dust cover, the big man actually fell into memories.

At this time, a young man came to his side. Seeing his companion holding a Japanese rifle in a daze, he slapped the other party's broad back.

"Old Liu, what are you doing! What's the use of a 38-meter gun? Weren't you a soldier before? It's like you've never seen a gun."

After hearing these words, Liu Baosen came back to his senses.

The word Sanba Dagai reminded him of certain past events. He looked at his companions with some dissatisfaction and said in a dialect full of regional color:

"What are you talking about every day? Open your eyes and take a closer look! This is a serious Liao-13 rifle, a good thing produced by our Fengtian Ordnance Factory!"

Since there was no resistance from the more than 200,000 Northeastern troops that year, tens of thousands of brand-new weapons became useful to the enemy after the fall of the three provinces. There is a box of Feng-type weapons here, which is very reasonable.

But it's obvious that Liu Baosen's companions don't care much about these past events.

As the instructor of the workers' guerrillas, this young man was more concerned about the current battlefield, so he kept urging the other party to pack up and prepare for battle.

The semi-permanent fortress that the Japanese relied on was not invincible. Although the 10-meter-high fortress had two levels of shooting ports, its high position could cause a large number of casualties to the enemies who came to attack.

However, these shooting ports still cannot avoid the problem of blind spots.

In Xiaori's original defense arrangement, there must be at least 120 people in this trench to prevent the enemy from attacking from a blind spot.

But the Japanese currently don't have enough manpower at all, and there are less than fifty people who can set up defense here.

The Northeastern man with good combat experience keenly found a blind spot where there was no enemy defense. Liu Baosen bore the brunt and led the worker guerrillas into the trenches.

They walked forward silently, with their backs bent, and everyone was separated by a small distance. This is in order to cope with hand-to-hand combat that may occur at any time. The comrades have installed bayonets on their rifles in advance.

Almost a minute later, they encountered the first wave of Japanese. In those little days when the battle was fierce, I never thought that I would encounter the enemy in the trenches.

What's more, the workers had specially worn yellow leather before, which made it impossible for them to distinguish their identities.

The guerrilla comrades showed no mercy at all. With sufficient ammunition, they used the weapons in their hands to send these little days to see the locusts.

Such sneak attacks were carried out four times.

When they were ready to do it again according to the routine, the traitor in the trench recognized Liu Baosen's face. After all, it was difficult for anyone to forget this burly prisoner of war.

The only Japanese soldier in the trench immediately turned his gun around and beat the workers' guerrillas back with his crooked handle. But what is a traitor? He is just a waste who is not good enough to do things but is more likely to cause trouble.

"Taijun! No bullets! Let's run."

After hearing the cry of this betrayer, the Northeast strong man rushed out of the bunker immediately. He first shot the traitor holding the Type 38 rifle, after all, there were still bullets in the gun, which was a greater threat.

The Japanese soldier was not a person who would sit and wait for death. He took advantage of Liu Baosen's pulling the bolt, put down the light machine gun in his hand, and rushed directly towards the other side.

Probably because it had been too long since he had used his fists and feet to fight the Japanese soldier in close combat, this burly man was actually knocked down by the little Japanese soldier.

The two men wrestled in the trench, and the guerrillas behind them didn't dare to shoot because of their half-baked shooting skills, so they could only choose to step forward to help their comrades.

But at this moment, Liu Baosen seemed to have found the feeling of the past. In the wrestling, he was like a bull, and he used his knees to push the devil alive.

Taking advantage of the pain of Xiao Ri, he picked up the Liao Shisan rifle that fell to the side and stabbed it into the opponent's heart.

Watching the blood pouring out of the opponent's mouth, he gradually lost the ability to resist. Liu Baosen pulled out the bayonet indifferently, looked at the opponent's body and said.

"Little calf, this knife is for the Marshal."

The subsequent cleanup work went smoothly. With the third battalion attracting firepower in the front, the guerrillas quickly killed all the enemies in the trenches.

In order to let the attacking Eighth Route Army know of their existence, the workers used the grenade launchers in their hands to fire several grenades in the direction of the fortress, and even a flare.

When the soldiers of the third battalion saw this situation, they immediately knew what happened in the trench.

Led by Battalion Commander Gao Ding, everyone came to the trenches along the blind spot of the bunkers. These were originally guarded by the enemy, but now they are naturally unobstructed.

After the long-awaited friendly forces finally appeared, Liu Baosen immediately ran over and saluted

"Report to the chief! I am Liu Baosen, the captain of the 57th Army of the Northeast Army! Please give instructions!"

The third battalion commander quickly returned a military salute, and then the two of them held their hands tightly together.

"Comrades, thank you very much for your cooperation. The next task is handed over to us! Without the obstruction of the trenches, we will take these fortresses."

"Captain Liu, please take everyone to the rear to rest temporarily. We will need your assistance in the destruction work later."

Although he could not participate in the battle, Liu Baosen did not have any emotions. Infantry combat is most about coordination. If these people rushed up in a large number, it might have a counter-effect.

The big man from the Northeast led the guerrillas to a safe position. He looked at the heroic Eighth Route Army and said with great emotion.

"Oh, if only the young marshal could be so strong back then. Now, everything is in vain."

The next battle was without any suspense. Without the cover, the fortress, no matter how strong it was, could not withstand the heavy yellow explosives.

Although the four fortresses could still cooperate with each other, the soldiers of the third battalion eliminated the enemy's cancer one by one after paying the price of fifty casualties.

Fire first and then change!