Chapter 241 Chu Yunfei: I Want to Grab the Lines Too!

Five minutes ago, on the high ground on the left side of the Northwest Army.

The sudden sound of artillery fire attracted everyone's attention. Zhang Dabiao and others turned their heads and looked in the direction of the main position at the same time.

"The enemy's attack has begun. It's the sound of the Type 92 infantry gun."

Everyone nodded. The core of the Japanese tactics has not changed much over the years. Basically, it is the coordination of infantry and artillery, using powerful firepower to open the way.

After a long time, the soldiers can distinguish different types of barreled guns by sound alone.

Although the battle has officially started, the people on the high ground can only stare blankly and wait for orders from their superiors.

The area they are stationed in is very important. If either side occupies it, it will have an advantage in the attack. Such a special geographical location will naturally not be given to the enemy in vain.

The first battalion of the first Marine Regiment, plus some soldiers of the 21st Regiment, is responsible for guarding the high ground, with a total of 450 people.

The terrain here is relatively complex, and the main body is rocky mountains. Many areas cannot be built fortifications at all, and even foxholes cannot be dug.

A grenade with a lot of material thrown over can only blow a small hole in the bluestone on the ground, and a brand new engineer shovel will be broken in an hour.

If you want to build a solid fortification, you must use a lot of explosives for directional blasting, but it's a pity that the troops didn't prepare such things.

The engineer platoon of the 1st Marine Regiment was also powerless, after all, a good cook can't cook without rice.

In order to provide shelter for the first battalion as much as possible, the engineers can only use sacks to fill some soil, and then cut trees to build simple fortifications. Even if the effect is not very good, it can at least defend against the Type 38 rifles of the Japanese infantry.

At this time, Zhang Dabiao looked at the bottom in a trance.

The conditions of the surrounding soldiers were also similar, and everyone wanted to rush down to support the friendly forces immediately.

"Battalion Commander, do you think the comrades of the Northwest Army can withstand the pressure? Judging from the movement, the Japanese have at least dispatched two infantry squadrons and one artillery squadron."

"Based on the previous casualty ratio, they may not be able to withstand it."

"The front line is fighting fiercely, but we can only wait. It's really frustrating!"

As soon as this was said, it immediately resonated with everyone, and even the company commander of the 21st Regiment, who usually didn't express his opinions, sighed.

However, everyone was not worried that they would not have a battle to fight. According to the information provided by the 129th Division, the enemy who broke out of the encirclement should be around 2,000.

Everyone present was a veteran who had crawled out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses. Just by the sound of gunfire, they could hear how many Japanese there were. The enemy's large force must be planning something.

Suddenly, the Japanese seemed to be collectively pumped up. Under the cover of grenade launchers, light machine guns and Type 92 infantry guns, they launched a pig-surprise charge.

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, and it seemed that hand-to-hand combat was about to begin.

The enemy's swift offensive made Zhang Dabiao look extremely solemn. Although the number of the Northwest Army was more than two squadrons, there was an artillery squadron behind the enemy to support it.

Once rushed into the position, the Northwest Army would be in trouble. Hand-to-hand combat is one of the strengths of the devils.

"The devils are going to fight to the death."

"Why doesn't the regiment commander take action? It's really anxious!"

But even if he was in a hurry, Zhang Dabiao couldn't lead his comrades to abandon the position. It was not advisable to leave his post without permission.

At this time, Gao Jianbai's guard platoon arrived at the position. Although it was a guard platoon, the other party spent most of the time doing the work of a communicator.

After the two sides saluted, Platoon Leader Zhang took the initiative to explain: "Our Brigade Commander Gao was worried about the situation on the high ground, so he specially asked us to come to coordinate the garrison."

Zhang Dabiao also understood the other party's concerns. He was also a soldier of the Northwest Army before, and he had seen a lot of unreliable behaviors of friendly forces before joining the Eighth Route Army.

"What's the situation down there? Are there heavy casualties?"

"It's relatively stable at the moment. Our brigade commander is personally leading the soldiers to hold their positions. The enemy's attack is fierce, but we have long since transformed. The current casualty ratio is between 1:2.5, which is acceptable."

"And we have formed a reserve team similar to the broadsword team, so we will not be inferior to the devils even in hand-to-hand combat!"

Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up when he heard this. He used to be the platoon leader of the broadsword team of the 29th Army, and he was confident in the Northwest Army's ability to use cold weapons.

Moreover, even the first position was not lost, indicating that the situation was still under control.

While everyone was watching the battle, Wang Xikui's voice came from the portable communicator on Zhang Dabiao's waist.

"Captain, the Japanese are coming."

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"Hurry, hurry, the two squadrons that were feinting have lost control. What the hell are these crazy people thinking!"

"We have to occupy the high ground as quickly as possible. We only need to leave one squad to garrison. The rest of you rush down and cut into the flank of the enemy's defensive position."

The situation on the battlefield was originally very good, but for some reason, the two squadrons that were feinting suddenly attacked the position like crazy.

The firepower of the defenders far exceeded everyone's expectations, and the firepower points that were strafing were even more worrying. If the front was broken, the roundabout tactics would be a joke.

Suddenly, a crisp gunshot was faintly heard on the battlefield.

The squad leader who led the team to rush fell to the ground, and his brains and blood splashed on the faces of the infantrymen next to him.

On the flank of the civil engineering works of the Marine Corps, Wang Xikui pulled the bolt expressionlessly, and then raised the Mosin-Nagant in his hand to aim at the next lucky enemy.

Fifteen meters away, Sun Ergou estimated the distance between the enemy and us. The Japanese lieutenant was at least seven hundred meters away from their position.

At such a long distance, he still had to use a telescope to see clearly.

Even if Wang Xikui had a scope on his rifle, it was extremely difficult to hit the enemy.

"Great, Brother Xizi!"

"You can hit it from such a distance, you are worthy of being my idol."

Wang Xikui, who was about to pull the trigger, had no choice but to retract the Mosin Nagant after hearing the voice of his comrade.

Although there were no bullets and shells coming yet, this place was likely to be exposed because of Sun Ergou's reckless behavior. As an excellent sniper, you must hide like a ghost.

After observing the battlefield situation, he moved to a haystack. With the camouflage around him, others could not see that there was a person hiding here.

"Do you think I am a god? That was the second time I hit a target seven hundred meters away."

"Under normal circumstances, I would not choose an enemy four hundred meters away. Just now, I just wanted to hit the morale of the Japanese."

After a simple explanation, he continued to look for a suitable target. Sun Ergou followed suit, hiding behind a rock and aiming at a charging Japanese soldier.

After two shots, the number of enemies killed increased by two.

This time he did not make a big move, but said in a voice that the two could hear: "Brother Xizi, we are really strong! From the 7th to now, we have killed 71 Japanese soldiers."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Xikui, who had no expression on his face, was instantly broken.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

Although the Japanese soldiers on the battlefield are very vigilant and will always pay attention to the changes in the battlefield during the charge, it is difficult for an ordinary soldier to kill them.

But Sun Ergou is the only accurate shooter in the 21st Regiment. From the beginning of the war to now, he has killed a total of ten enemies, which is more or less unreasonable.

"Ergou, listen to my advice."

"The road of snipers is too complicated, you can't grasp it. Now you haven't encountered a powerful enemy, but sooner or later you will get into trouble because you can't control your mouth."

After speaking, Wang Xikui pulled the trigger again.

Four hundred meters away, a machine gunner was hit by him. The bullet passed through his eye socket, giving him a sense of a pig eye exploding.

After completing the 62nd kill, he turned around and left without saying a word. A few seconds later, several grenades from the grenade launcher landed in the position he had just hidden.

On the front battlefield, the Japanese were suppressed by fierce firepower as soon as they appeared.

Although the enemy's strength was twice that of the Marine Corps, the heavy weapons were very different. The soldiers were not only equipped with a large number of light machine guns, but also a large number of heavy machine guns and mortars.

On the other hand, the only artillery squadron of the Japanese stayed in the front to make a feint attack, and now they relied on grenade launchers as support equipment.

Due to the limited range, they had to advance to 400 meters to effectively counter each firepower point.

The dense rain of bullets from the Marine Corps forced the Japanese to dodge hastily for a while. Fortunately, the terrain on the top of the mountain saved them, and various rocks could serve as cover.

The machine gunners finally found a suitable shooting position, but they were targeted by Wang Xikui and others after firing a few bullets.

Even if they were lucky enough not to be killed by bullets, the subsequent mortars would take their lives. The division headquarters airdropped enough weapons and ammunition this time, so there was no problem with high-intensity fighting for two days.

Such reckless fire suppression reminded the Japanese of the fear of being dominated by the 129th Division.

Taking advantage of the gap when the enemy could not fight back, Zhang Dabiao led the commando team to detour from the side, and saw that there was only a hundred meters away from the enemy.

The Japanese did not see that someone tried to outflank, but they had no way to resist.

The capacity of the crooked handle bullet bucket was only 30 rounds, and the firepower was continuous. As for the Type 38 rifle, the pitiful firing rate was not mentioned.

Facing the Marine Corps 1st Regiment with orderly firepower configuration and reasonable division of labor. They could only retreat step by step and try to return to the original route to save their living strength.

But at this moment, the main force of the Marine Corps 1st Regiment coming up from the right blocked the retreat of the Japanese.

There was originally a gap in firepower between the two sides, and now the number of people has been surpassed. For a moment, the casualties of the Japanese army increased sharply, and there was already a sign of collapse.

"Major, what should we do!"

"It's the Eighth Route Army! I saw it clearly! The enemy is wearing gray uniforms!"

"We are surrounded, the number of enemies is too large, there is no hope of rushing out!"

The helpless voices around him made the already upset Motoyama Yudai even more irritable. He hid his body in a bunker and carefully observed the current battlefield.

From the beginning of the battle to now, only fifteen minutes have passed, and nearly three hundred people have been killed on his side.

Under the front and back trap, breaking out is a very luxurious thing. Since the end is destined to die, then die in a blaze, at least kill a few more Eighth Route Army soldiers.

"Leave a squadron to hold off the enemy in front!"

"The rest of you, form small teams! Charge the enemy in the rear!"

"We no longer have any hope of survival, we can only die to be loyal to His Majesty the Heavenly Locust! Warriors! We are united! Show your bayonets! Embrace the honor of fighting!"

In fact, this choice is very reasonable. The enemy in front has fierce firepower, but not many in number. Sacrificing a squadron can at least buy some time.

The troops in the back are numerous, but they must attack from above. If you can make full use of the advantage of attacking from high and low, you can definitely get more enemies before you die.

It's a pity that the Marine Corps was equipped with a large number of mortars. This kind of curved shooting weapon is very good at mountain warfare.

As soon as the Japanese showed their heads, a large number of 50 and 60 mortars firmly suppressed them. They could only listen to the sound and position and throw melon grenades. The killing effect depended entirely on luck.

Half an hour later, more than a thousand Japanese were surrounded and killed on the high ground. They were like a big dumpling, swallowed by the wolf-like Li Yunlong and Zhang Dabiao.

After the reunion, the soldiers of the 21st Regiment took the initiative to take on the task of cleaning the battlefield.

"Da Biao, quickly let the soldiers of the first battalion gather. We have to support the position of the Northwest Army and strive to end the battle as soon as possible!"

After fighting for nearly an hour, the Japanese of the two squadrons have captured the first position.

The enemy is now using trenches and simple fortifications, in conjunction with the artillery squadron in the distance, to fight a positional battle with the Northwest Army and the Shaanxi Army.

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In a forest 20 miles away from Shaoyuan, the temporary station of the 358th Regiment.

Chu Yunfei and Fang Ligong rested against a big tree. They were sweating so much that they even took off their coats of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army, leaving only a white shirt.

"Has the 43rd Army been in contact with any units at all levels? More than a day has passed, why can't the defeated soldiers be gathered!"

Hearing the inquiry from his own regiment commander, Fang Ligong wiped his sweat and replied awkwardly: "Not yet, the battle on the eastern front ended four days ago. Maybe they have crossed the Yellow River to the south and withdrawn to Henan Province."

Obviously, Chu Yunfei was not satisfied with this answer. He punched the tree trunk with his fist, his eyes wide open, looking like the commander of the third security zone of the Southwest Capital.

"Tell the communication office! If you can't find anyone within half a day, I'll knock on his sand pot!"

"Also, where is the artillery battalion now? How far behind us is it?"

In order to increase the marching speed, the 358th Regiment specially separated the infantry battalion and the artillery battalion, and left two companies of soldiers to protect the artillery.

"I just contacted them, and it's still 40 miles away."

"Why is it still 40 miles away! We have rested for more than an hour. Are they turtles? Pass my order! I must see them appear in Shaoyuan before dark today!"

Looking at the furious Chu Yunfei, Fang Ligong sighed helplessly. He took off his glasses and turned sideways to pretend to wipe them.

"This damn Li Yunlong, I really don't know what kind of magic he has, and he actually changed a person's character hundreds of miles away."

"When this battle is over, I must report this to Commander Yan!"

Although Fang Ligong's voice was not loud, Chu Yunfei still vaguely heard a few words.

"Brother Ligong, what are you talking about?"

"I say, the commander has a good idea!"

Alas, the higher-ups don't allow me to write about large-scale military operations, so I'm no longer happy.

This military channel is having a hard time now!