Chapter 177: Anti-Aircraft Guns Are Put Down, Military Court

Yamazaki put down the telescope in his hand and began to estimate the distance silently in his mind.

The brigade led by this old devil was organized by soldiers temporarily transferred from various units, and even he himself was originally just a staff officer.

A pure infantry brigade that fights here and there means that the firepower is insufficient and heavy weapons are relatively scarce. These 1,000 people only brought 32 grenade launchers, a Type 92 infantry gun and a borrowed Type 97 81mm indirect-fire infantry gun.

The range of both guns is less than three kilometers. If you want to bombard the military factories and hospitals of the Eighth Route Army, you must advance the troops a certain distance.

Although this move is a bit dangerous, how can you not take the credit that is delivered to your mouth.

A lifetime of coward and a few minutes of bravery, Yamazaki decisively chose the latter. After all, the opportunity to break into the hinterland of the enemy's base may only come once in a lifetime.

After making a decision, he waved to the artillery squad leader at the bottom of the hill, signaling him to come up and observe the target.

"Osaki-kun, your mission is to bombard the buildings ahead. Based on our current position, how many meters do the artillery need to advance?"

After receiving the order, Osaki Changwu took out his observation tools and began to calculate. As a veteran with rich combat experience, he quickly came up with an accurate number.

"Five hundred meters is enough! At this distance, we are invincible! We will definitely inflict heavy damage on the enemy!"

Yamazaki nodded with satisfaction. He had already seen a future of promotion and wealth, as if he would become the commander of the regiment in the next second.

"Yoshi! I will personally lead the infantry to send you to the right position! Go and prepare! If everything goes well, the first credit for this battle belongs to your squad."

While the artillery was assembling the Type 92 infantry gun, the combat staff officer Nitta Yuichi had already arranged the route for the infantry's attack. He came to Yamazaki, saluted respectfully and said:

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I will lead the charge in the next battle. Please give me a chance to redeem myself and make meritorious contributions!"

"And the enemy is likely to have a backup plan. You should stay in the rear and command the overall situation."

Yamazaki was naturally very happy to have such a capable subordinate. But his origin in the Type B division gave him an inexplicable sense of superiority.

He waved his hand and said to the people around him:

"An excellent commander must first be a brave soldier. The Eighth Route Army is not worth mentioning. I don't believe it."

Yamazaki had an arrogant smile on his face and raised his head to express his opinions to his subordinates. His heart was surging with blood, and his mind imagined the scene of sweeping the battlefield with infantry guns.

But before he finished speaking, a 7.92mm bullet from a Hotchkiss M1914 heavy machine gun hit his abdomen, and the blood and organs splashed all over the face of the combat staff officer beside him.

Seeing his chief's intestines smashed by the heavy machine gun, the staff officer's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground and screamed:

"Medical soldier! Come to save people! The lieutenant colonel was shot!"

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To be the head of the guard regiment of the logistics department and headquarters, Ou Liang must have a unique skill.

Unlike Kong Jie, a defense master who likes to use terrain, this commander prefers to squat and defend simply and roughly, but his trenches can dig through the earth's core.

The three-kilometer area outside the logistics department has long established a strict defense position, forming a company-battalion circular defense system that can both independently defend and support each other.

If the infantry of the Yamazaki Battalion dares to push forward again, they will find barbed wire and a large number of mines.

Combined with the camouflage method of Deputy Regiment Commander Han, this alert circle is like a beast that patiently hides its breath when hunting, waiting for the enemy to rush in at any time.

The defensive positions arranged by the two together would give even the most offensive division commander in the Eighth Route Army a headache.

Time goes back ten minutes. The moment when the Yamazaki Battalion emerged from the valley, the guard regiment responsible for ensuring the safety of the logistics department discovered the enemy.

Although he didn't know how the devils got here, Regiment Commander Ou activated the emergency plan at the first time.

This veteran soldier with rich combat experience first analyzed the opponent's route of advance and arranged the most reasonable tactics.

Then he notified the logistics department and the headquarters hospital by phone, asking the comrades not to panic and evacuate in an orderly manner according to the previous exercise plan. Then he contacted the four surrounding regiments and the headquarters to inform them that the enemy was attacking.

After everything was arranged, the enemy in front of him just started to sneak around and pretended to launch a charge.

When Captain Ou saw the Japanese artillerymen assembling the Type 92 infantry gun, he immediately raised the signal gun in his hand and issued an attack order.

Whoosh!

A red signal flare rose from the left front of the Yamazaki Battalion!

"Fire! Hit hard!"

"Make as many bullets and shells as you can! Don't save ammunition! The logistics department is behind us, and if you run out, send someone to get it!"

The first to launch the attack were the Hotchkiss M1914 heavy machine guns. As the guard regiment guarding the logistics department and the headquarters hospital, they were naturally the first to equip any good stuff.

The large regiment of nearly 3,000 people built more than 40 heavy machine gun positions.

In an instant, the muzzle flames in the defense zone rolled up all over the sky, and the overwhelming rain of bullets enveloped the Japanese.

The Hotchkiss heavy machine gun fed by canvas belts was much more powerful than the Type 92. The firepower network covered the entire field, and Yamazaki, standing on the hillside, became the target of seven heavy machine guns.

Who made this old Japanese so arrogant, with a command knife and a telescope, and he looked so arrogant that he seemed to be afraid that others would not know that he was an officer.

While the heavy machine guns suppressed the Japanese, the artillery of the guard regiment also started working.

The two artillery companies were equipped with twelve 82mm mortars. When the Japanese moved towards the hillside just now, the artillery adjusted various parameters.

Staring at those who were looking for cover, the artillery company commander began to order the attack with a cold tone.

"Everyone! Rapid fire in one minute!"

"Fire!"

Although the soldiers were all elites who had experienced many battles, who could not be excited in this atmosphere.

After hearing the company commander's order, all the artillerymen let go as a conditioned reflex, letting the shells hanging above the barrel slide to the bottom.

Waves of mortar shells weighing 3.8 kilograms drew curves and fell into the ranks of the Japanese in the distance.

The soldiers who can join the guard regiment are all elites of the Eighth Route Army. These veterans are not only talented, but more importantly, they have rich practical experience.

Two artillery companies were running at full speed, with two ammunition handlers taking turns to serve a cannon, while the gunners kept stuffing shells into the barrels.

More than 200 people moved smoothly, as accurate and steady as machines, without any mistakes.

Boom boom boom...

Shells exploded in the Japanese formation, and the exploding fireballs rose one after another, as if the earth was torn apart.

Twelve 82 mortars fired at full power, and the dense firepower made the Yamazaki Battalion experience the suppression of artillery coverage.

Faced with this sudden attack, Xiao Rizi was immediately confused without the commander.

Even if Yamazaki was not hit, it didn't matter. With three thousand elite soldiers and the right time, place and people, even if Baldy moved all the machine guns five meters to the left, he would win.

Behind a huge rock, the Japanese medical staff were using emergency punches on their own colonel.

To save Yamazaki's life, at least one operation had to be performed. Cut off the broken large intestine, repair it, and then sew up the stomach. This set of procedures is very cumbersome and takes a lot of time.

The battle outside was extremely fierce, and shells exploded near the boulder.

The flying dust fell slowly like cherry blossoms, and sprinkled on Yamazaki's wound. If you can ignore the continuous sound of artillery, you can even say that the atmosphere is very beautiful.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel! We are surrounded! What should we do next!"

Hearing the words of his chief of staff, the old devil's erratic eyes began to come back to life. He coughed up blood while staring at his combat staff.

Nitta Yuichi found that his chief had something to say, so he put his ear to the other's mouth.

"It's not being surrounded, it's blooming in the center. As long as we can reach this high ground, the reinforcements will form a huge encirclement on the periphery and completely destroy the enemy's arsenal."

"Zhang Ling F: Ah, right, right."

It seems that this sentence has exhausted Yamazaki's last vitality. The old devil's pupils began to slowly dilate, and the hand holding the command knife became weak.

"Mr. Nitta, the cherry blossoms in my hometown seem to have bloomed. I'm going to go back and take a look first!"

After the death of the lieutenant colonel, the command was naturally handed over to the major. Nitta Yuichi poked his head out of the boulder. The intensive attack almost made him lose his mind!

In just two minutes, one and a half squadrons had been lost, and the formation was completely broken.

So far, their battalion has not organized a decent counterattack, and they haven't even seen the opponent's position clearly.

The commander of the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side is obviously an old man. As long as there are soldiers gathered on the battlefield, they will be dispersed by heavy machine guns and mortars.

Under high pressure, the Japanese major quickly shrank his body back.

"Baga! How can there be such fierce firepower! Even if there is an arsenal, it can't be wasted like this!"

"Is it that serious? We are just a battalion! Shouldn't we come up and fight with bayonets at this time?"

As a major of the 36th Regiment, Nitta Yuichi has been confronting the preserved fruit troops in Zhongtiao Mountain for more than three years.

Even when facing the so-called Eastern Maginot Line, there was no such fierce enemy on such a wide battlefield.

Watching the soldiers die one by one nearby, Nitta held the command knife of his dead captain and his eyes were bloodshot. He bit the tip of his tongue hard and forced himself to calm down with the pain.

Now is definitely not the time to be dazed. If you don't give orders, there will be no chance at all.

"First Squadron! Second Squadron! Charge to the south! The warriors of the country will not show their backs to the enemy. They will face the bullets even if they die."

"Third Squadron! Fourth Squadron releases smoke bombs! Move to the high ground in the northwest with me!"

"The captain said! As long as we hold on! There is a way!"

"Seventh Route and a Half: Ah, right, right, right."

"It's dark, load the card!"

The desperate little devils suddenly burst out with powerful combat power, and their individual qualities were fully reflected at the end of the road.

The short men in shit-yellow uniforms lined up in a disorderly but implied formation, holding their bayonets and Type 38 rifles and charging forward.

The Japanese soldiers with grenade launchers were mixed in with the infantry, their short legs spun around like flying, but most of them died on the way to the charge before they could fire a few shots.

The soldiers of the guard regiment had to allocate manpower to deal with these drugged little guys, which actually bought some time for Nitta Yuichi.

At this moment, a group of soldiers who had not taken action could not help it. They were the anti-aircraft artillery unit responsible for air defense.

After unlocking the decision "Heavy Weapons", the system gave 150 Hotchkiss 25mm anti-aircraft guns and a large amount of ammunition.

But except for the Yunnan Army and a few preserved troops, almost no one has used this thing. Considering that Li Yunlong has dealt with the First Army's aviation, the headquarters temporarily left this batch of anti-aircraft guns in the logistics department to train artillery.

In order to gather enough training personnel, all the troops in the three major bases sent suitable soldiers. They took advantage of the window period after the end of the second phase of the Hundred Regiments Campaign and reported to the logistics department.

These 150 anti-aircraft guns should be one and a half regiments according to the calculation method of preserved fruits.

It's a pity that there is not enough time. Only ten days are enough for the soldiers to get familiar with the weapons, and they have not yet reached the level of mastery.

Seeing more than 400 Japanese soldiers running towards the high ground in the northwest, a battalion commander could not hold back any longer. He picked up the portable communicator in his hand and shouted:

"We can't let the enemy run away so comfortably! We can't lose face! Deputy commander! Fire!"

Deputy commander Han looked at the Japanese soldiers in the distance. The enemy's current position should only have ten guns that can cover the angle.

If he opened fire, it would not expose his own firepower, and he could intercept the Japanese soldiers so that his comrades could practice.

"The angled gun group fires automatically! Just fire one magazine! Don't forget your job!"

The next battlefield can be called a slaughterhouse. Maybe 25mm is not good enough to hit the enemy's planes, but this thing is a massacre against infantry.

If someone looked down at the earth from a high altitude at this time, they would find that there seemed to be a peerless swordsman on the anti-aircraft artillery position.

He had mysterious steps, and the hundreds of meters of flaming sword in his hand opened and closed, making the Japanese soldiers unable to resist.

A tracer bullet was fired, and the upper part of a little Japanese soldier's chest completely disappeared. Due to inertia, half of his body ran two steps before falling down, and blood spurted from the gap.

The next four shells passed through several Japanese soldiers. Although the accuracy was a bit poor, almost all of them were successful.

One Japanese soldier was covered in blood and the flesh of his comrades. Half of his face was cut off by the exploding shrapnel, and his left leg was also pierced by a shell. There were at least a dozen holes in his body.

He was in pain as if he was bitten by a huge crocodile, and every muscle seemed to be crushed.

Even so, this lucky dwarf could actually stand up with his broken body.

The beast looked at his broken body in disbelief. He felt that his vision was a little blurred. He reached out to touch his face and found that his right eyeball was gone.

The tragedy instantly frightened a certain team leader. He knelt on the ground in despair and was completely stunned: "Mom, I don't want to die yet!"

At this moment, a shell directly penetrated the body of the team leader and five Japanese soldiers.

Xiao Ri, who was still chattering a second ago, felt his body lighten, and before he could figure out what was going on, he saw his lower body.

The 25mm shells cut the enemy troops in half beautifully.

There was a sparse blood rain in the sky, and the crops here will definitely grow well next year.

This gorgeous battlefield shocked all the comrades in the anti-aircraft artillery unit. At this moment, they had only one thought in their minds:

"Damn, Deputy Minister Huang is right, this thing is obviously more fun to fight infantry! But what is a military court? Isn't it a meritorious service for us to level the anti-aircraft artillery to fight the enemy?"

The whole battle lasted only ten minutes, and only a hundred people were left in an infantry battalion. These devils relied on selling teammates and smoke bombs to survive and came to the high ground in the northwest.

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At the moment when the guard regiment started the battle, Wang Dexing kicked open the door of Huang He's room, and the kid carried Huang He to the anti-artillery fortifications without saying a word.

Listening to the continuous mortar sounds in the distance, Huang He said confidently: "If you are a little slower, this battle will be over."

In August 1937, Guosu formed the 42nd Regiment, equipped with 108 20mm machine guns.

But according to the calculation method in Europe, 16 anti-aircraft guns make a battalion.

It doesn't matter, anyway, the dead are all devils, so I don't feel sorry.