Chapter 144 Great Harvest! A Major General and a Colonel!

At 23:00 on August 20, 1940, the new regiment set up an ambush position.

Although it was already late at night, the soldiers in the whole regiment were still in high spirits, and their concentration was not affected at all by staying up late.

In order not to expose their target, all the soldiers in the regiment had to make do with cooking pancakes, rolls and pickles tonight. After all, no matter how powerful the cook was, he couldn't make anything delicious without turning on the fire.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the Jingxing Coal Mine in the southwest, and the earthquake was felt even in the mountains several miles away. After a few more minutes, the raging fire turned half of the sky red, and black smoke even drifted to their position.

The battalion commander, who was having a midnight snack, choked on the pungent sour smell. He mechanically stuffed the cooking cake into his mouth while looking into the distance in shock.

"My dear, why is this movement so loud? I thought it was an earth dragon turning over."

"Commander Yang is still so powerful. Once he personally directs the battle, no matter what task he is doing, it will be as simple as chopping melons and slicing vegetables."

Logically speaking, as a member of this raid, Ding Wei should be very happy after learning that the friendly forces had achieved a staged victory in the Jingxing Coal Mine.

But at this time, he frowned and looked to the southwest, as if an enemy would appear there at any time.

"Notify all battalions and prepare for battle. The enemy's reinforcements are expected to be coming soon."

The correspondents who received the order immediately rushed around the standby position.

After a while, the phone in Ding Wei's hand suddenly rang. The new regiment was only assigned two new communicators. In order to obtain the enemy's dynamics in time, he gave the other one to the reconnaissance platoon.

"Captain, a big fish has appeared. There are at least a thousand people in this group of devils. They even pulled out trucks and three-legged traps. This time our group can have a delicious meal."

Before the other party finished speaking, Ding Wei raised the telescope in his hand and looked at the end of the road in the distance.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the Japanese, the new group knocked down all the street lights in advance.

Because of the distance and the color of the sky, it is not very clear even with a telescope.

However, he still vaguely saw several lights gradually appearing on the mountain road. It has been three years since we fought with the Japanese, and everyone knows that the odd-numbered headlights represent sidecar motorcycles.

After observing carefully for a while, an imperceptible smile appeared on Ding Wei's lips.

Under normal circumstances, each sidecar motorcycle will carry three Japanese soldiers, and their division of labor is very clear.

One Japanese soldier is responsible for driving and the other Japanese soldier is the observer. There is also a Japanese soldier in the truck with a crooked machine gun, which is their focus of firepower.

Under normal circumstances, when these road-opening vehicle crews pass through a corner or face an area suitable for an ambush, they will sweep up a bomb bucket regardless of the situation.

Even some old Japanese who are too steady will let soldiers shoot at targets such as haystacks, focusing on the word "dog".

After all, the Japs carry a lot of ammunition. If you get something out of ten times, you will earn blood, which is much less than the cost of training a qualified soldier.

The reason why Ding Wei laughed was because the enemy did not shoot randomly at both sides of the road this time, and they did not even arrange for the soldiers who were responsible for guarding the roadside before.

This means one thing, that is, the situation is very urgent, and this group of Japanese reinforcements can't even bother to investigate the danger.

Five minutes later, this group of young people will enter the ambush section of the new group. Under the moonlight, the convoy was moving very fast, seemingly without any regard for the uneven road that would cause the vehicle to overturn.

The originally silent valley echoed with the loud sound of the engine. This distance allowed Ding Wei to see the infantry squadron following the truck.

Under the light provided by the torch and flashlight, he could even see the fatigue and chaotic footsteps on Xiaori's face.

At this moment, the motorcycle at the front of the Japs hit the mines arranged by Xinyi Group.

It's a pity that the quality of this mine is very average. It only killed three enemies, but this also forced the reinforcements of the Eighth Independent Mixed Brigade to stop.

After the convoy stopped, the engineers came to the minefield ahead with mine detectors at the urging of the squad leader.

In order to ensure the accuracy of mine clearance and to minimize the area to be bombed, these Japanese soldiers crouched down and even used a crawling method to slide the search wire wheel close to the ground.

They maintained a serpentine maneuver in order to clear a minefield passage for one person to move forward. Once this passage was established, they gradually expanded the safety zone to both sides.

Moreover, the engineer team leader of this reinforcement force obviously knew the tactical habits of the Eighth Route Army very well.

This old oil man also sent people to clear mines in the ravines on both sides of the road. This was to prevent soldiers from being driven into preset minefields in search of bunkers during a surprise attack.

Seeing that the landmines that the comrades had worked so hard to lay were marked one by one by the Japanese, a soldier from the Third Company of the First Battalion clenched the FM-24/29 in his hand with some reluctance.

The current little life has come to a standstill, and the enemies under those torches and flashlights are like living targets. He said to the company commander next to him with some confusion:

"Why don't you fight? Could it be that the enemy will clear all our minefields? I feel so sad."

Faced with the questions from his own machine gunner, the third company commander glanced at the opponent with some annoyance.

"Let them sweep. We have plenty of time to play with them today. The regiment received an order to hold back the Japs' reinforcements. This minefield is a hundred meters long. Let's see how much time the Japs have."

"Everyone, just watch the fun honestly. What's so sad about a bunch of broken mines? You kid, be more promising."

The machine gunner was obviously a new recruit, and his qi-cultivation skills were not yet in place. He said stubbornly:

"Watch the fun? Wouldn't it be more exciting if I gave them a burst of bullets? My new machine gun has not been used against the Japanese yet. I heard it's a French product."

After hearing this, the third company commander looked at the soldiers nearby. Almost everyone was in high spirits, as if they could be ignited with just a spark.

"A bunch of new recruits, be honest! Those who use new rifles should relax a little. New weapons don't have safety! Don't fire accidentally!"

"No one is allowed to shoot without my order!"

Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with Ding Wei's arrangement.

The soldiers led by Mizuhara Yoshishige were blocked by the minefield for more than half an hour, and the old Japanese was so angry that he beat his subordinates several times.

Seeing that the minefield was soon dealt with by the Japanese, Ding Wei's eyes flashed and he was ready to give the order to attack. During the mine clearing just now, the Japanese almost relaxed their vigilance because they were not attacked.

If we launch an attack now, we can definitely catch them off guard!

"Fight! Fight to death! No need to save ammunition for light and heavy machine guns! Let go of the grenade launchers and mortars and beat these sons of bitches!"

After hearing the order, the soldiers holding rifles pulled the bolts and loaded the bullets. They fired at the Japanese with full firepower, and each one was semi-automatic.

In an instant, the muzzle flames on the attack position rolled up all over the sky, and the overwhelming rain of bullets enveloped the Japanese.

The heavy machine gun positions on both sides of the road also showed their fangs.

Six Type 92 heavy machine guns continued to fire at the place where the Japanese gathered. With the elite deputy shooters and ammunition operators taking turns to assist in changing the bullets, the interval between each bullet plate was no more than one second.

At this moment, the cross-fire network almost covered the entire field, and the familiar sound of the woodpecker in the past has now become a death warrant for the daily life.

At the same time, an 82mm mortar and four 60mm mortars opened fire at the same time.

Since Ding Wei was sure that the Japanese would clear the mines first, the artillery parameters were calculated during the ambush stage. The gunners took over the shells one by one and fired a wave of rapid fire with perfect coordination.

In just one round of attack, one-third of the Japanese's dozen trucks were blown up on the spot.

The ambush site chosen by Commander Yang was a masterpiece. At that time, he and the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon had personally experimented and found that there was no suitable cover on this section of the valley road.

The small ditch that seemed to be able to play a role could not save the lives of a few Japanese in the fierce and commanding attack of the New First Regiment.

Faced with the sudden impact of the storm, the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade could only use the car body to hastily counterattack. This was also a pity that the infantry squadron was close to the truck, otherwise it would be shot into a sieve on the way to transfer.

But the Type 97 trucks couldn't protect the Japanese either. Most of the steel used in their daily lives was taken away by the navy, which resulted in very limited resources allocated to the army.

Even most tanks were fragile, not to mention the Isuzu trucks with a load capacity of only 1.5 tons.

The bullets that penetrated the wooden cargo box alone killed many Japanese.

Even if a few parts could block rifle bullets, heavy machine guns would teach them a lesson, not to mention the mortar shells that came from time to time.

Now the firepower of the New 1st Regiment far exceeds that of ordinary basic regiments, and can even be comparable to some main regiments. After all, this is the result of the double blessing of Li Yunlong and Huang He.

The days of rushing up to fight with bayonets and hand-to-hand combat after a round of firepower were forever left in the winter of 1939.

Ding Wei looked at the Japanese struggling in the sea of ​​fire, and his face flushed with excitement. This was the first time he saw the New 1st Regiment at full firepower. He pulled the chief of staff's arm and shouted loudly:

"It's so exciting! It's so exciting! This is what fighting is all about! After the raid is over, we'll treat the three heroes of Dabie Mountain to a drink!"

The battle lasted only five minutes, and the reinforcements of the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade were completely stunned. More than a thousand people were distributed in four directions, and the tight pockets made it impossible for the Japanese to escape.

But now there is another variable, that is, there is a major general in this unit. Under the command of Mizuhara Yoshishige, the Japanese forcibly gathered the strength of one and a half squadrons.

The Type 92 infantry gun they transferred from the city defense force broke one in the first round of attack, but even one would pose a considerable threat to the New 1st Regiment.

Under the firepower of grenade launchers and barreled guns, the Japanese rushed towards the tail attack position. These soldiers of the Type B division actually briefly exerted the combat effectiveness of the same permanent or Type A division.

The chief of staff was a little frightened by Xiao Rizi's crazy attack, but Ding Wei had a backup plan. He looked at the Japanese assault troops who were obviously stabbed with needles with disdain.

"The enemy's attack is quite fierce, as if they are crazy. They are fighting so hard, it seems that they have received a death order. Jingxing Coal Mine is really important to them."

"I want to see which side is more powerful, the Japanese who are fearless of death after taking medicine, or our elite veterans!"

"Commando! Go!"

With the order of their own regiment commander, dozens of sturdy soldiers rushed over with their waists bent, each of them holding two Mauser pistols and a lot of offensive grenades stuck in their bodies.

These are the elite of the elite of the new regiment, and each of them is a soldier who crawled out of the pile of dead bodies.

Faced with the desperate struggle of the devils, the commandos threw hundreds of grenades directly. Together with a wave of charge by the tail attack troops, they directly extinguished the hope of a good life.

At the same time, the final stage of the battle officially began.

The new regiment, under the premise of fierce firepower, also paid attention to the firepower structure of positioning and arrangement. The units at all levels cooperated tacitly, not only suppressing the devils, but also not wasting firepower.

At this point in the ambush, only Mizuhara Yoshishige forcibly organized a counterattack, and the rest of the enemies were scattered by machine guns and mortar grenade launchers.

With superior manpower and firepower, and the cemetery carefully selected by Commander Yang for the devils, the entire ambush took only forty-five minutes.

When Ding Wei and the chief of staff came down from the temporary command post, the soldiers had surrounded the last dozen enemies. Although it is difficult to capture devil prisoners, you still have to try when you have the chance.

The enemy didn't surrender anyway, so if they dared to resist, they would be killed. With so many eyes watching, unless these people are Deidara, it is impossible for them to make any waves.

When the two arrived at the scene, the three battalion commanders came over excitedly. In order to tell the good news to their own regiment commander, the first battalion commander even pulled his wound.

"Regiment commander! This time we are really rich! Maybe the brigade commander will come to rob you!"

"Not to mention the light and heavy machine guns, we also seized two Type 92 infantry guns here! The Japanese must have been fooled by the injection and didn't blow up the guns."

"Although one is broken, the logistics department can repair it! And there are a lot of shells!"

As soon as these words were finished, the second battalion commander squeezed him away and then continued to add:

"There is also a colonel and a major general over there who are surrounded by us! Even if we can't capture them, it's a big fish in the net! Regiment commander, go and have a look."

This is not a fuss of the three battalion commanders. After all, that is already the command framework of a brigade.

Commanders with the rank of major general, as long as they are not some straw bags, are the top military talents of a country. Not to mention the colonel, he is also the backbone of the army.

Moreover, since the beginning of the war, the Eighth Route Army has not killed many major generals or above, only eight in total.

When Ding Wei walked over, the soldiers immediately made way for him. When the Japanese saw the real boss coming, they began to communicate in a whisper.

After a while, a Japanese translator stood up. This man was inexplicably arrogant, as if the Eighth Route Army was surrounded. He said to Ding Wei in a dialect of oysters:

"Our major general has a proposal. I wonder if you have the courage of a soldier to fight a one-on-one decisive battle with us."

"If you don't agree, there is nothing we can do. After all, the soldiers of the Republic of China can't do the same as the samurai of our great Japanese brother country."

As if to encourage the translator, the officers behind him drew out their samurai swords given by the emperor.

This scene really made Ding Wei laugh. He never expected that these enemies were about to die, and they could still do such a thing. What era is it now? Why are we still playing medieval duels?

But it seems that there is no chance to capture them. These bastards are not good at other things, but almost everyone is proficient in suicide. Thinking of this, Ding Wei pointed directly at Mizuhara Yoshishige, signaling him to come out for a duel.

Although the old devil didn't expect that he would be the first to appear, the other party had given him a chance. He decided to use the sword skills he practiced day and night to defend his last dignity.

After the duel officially began, the old devil tried all kinds of steps, and the samurai sword in his hand was about to dance out a flower. But the commander of the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side did not move, holding the big blade as if in a daze.

After more than ten seconds, Mizuhara Yoshishige completely lost his patience. He rushed towards Ding Wei, and the samurai sword shone with a sharp light in the middle of the night.

At this moment, Ding Wei directly pulled out his Mauser pistol. In the shocked eyes of everyone, he fired three shots in a row, and hit Mizuhara Yoshishige through the heart.

The old Japanese soldier who fell to the ground held his last breath. He cursed in Japanese and died. At the same time, the interpreter mustered up the courage to come forward and said the last words of his major general.

"Damn Eighth Route Army, why did you use a gun? You have no martial ethics! This is a sacred duel."

Ding Wei looked at the other party's body and smiled evilly. He blew away the non-existent gunpowder from the muzzle and said the classic saying he learned from Huang He.

"This move is called American Iai. If you are willing to surrender, you may see this move often in the future."

"Little Japanese, I will tell you now what it means to kill people and destroy their hearts."

The remaining Japanese officers, seeing that their brigade commander was dead, were ready to fight with samurai swords. These little people with brain problems all died under the guns of the new regiment's precision shooters.

It is worth mentioning that the colonel actually sneaked to the melon grenade behind his waist, intending to imitate Deidara to make an explosion is art. But facing the highly alert soldiers, he was shot like a sieve in an instant.

After the battle was over, Ding Wei picked up Mizuhara Yoshishige and the colonel's command swords. He glanced around and looked at all the excited soldiers.

"Everyone clean up the battlefield! Rescue the wounded! Don't be reluctant to use the medical kits, the logistics department will give you more when you go back, life is the most important!"

"Take away all the captured items that can be taken away! Don't leave a single bullet for the devils! Then use the weapons to exchange for pork!"

After a brief and efficient count, the New 1st Regiment suffered 170 casualties this time.

Among them, 24 were seriously injured and 47 were killed. In addition, half of the regiment's ammunition reserves were spent, and the support troops of the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade were successfully killed.