Lieutenant General Sakuragi stared at the battlefield without letting go. He gritted his teeth and ordered with a serious face: "You can't withdraw..."
"The Eighth Route Army on the ground can hardly hold on any longer."
"After several rounds of artillery fire coverage, they have at most one company left."
"Kill them all, even if there are thunder cannons on the position, it will be useless."
"Let the troops continue to advance forward and the artillery fire at close range. Don't be afraid of accidental damage."
"As long as we can retake the frontline trenches, successfully connect with the Fourth Battalion, capture Chenjiazhuang, eliminate all the Eighth Route Army in the village, and I can accept the accidental injury of an infantry squadron by the artillery unit."......
"Comrades, fight with me..." Between the first and second lines of trenches, the commander of the second battalion took the lead and rushed out of the position.
He held the machine gun in his arms and used it as a submachine gun. He charged forward while holding fire, killing all the little Japs in front of him.
"Kacha..." The sound of empty gunfire suddenly came from the machine gun barrel, and the gunfire stopped at the same time. The Japs are right in front of you, and you will definitely not change bullets for him.
The second battalion commander dropped the light machine gun without hesitation, pulled out the box gun hanging from his waist, loaded the bullet, and continued to fire forward.
"Boom..." A series of dull explosions suddenly sounded not far away, and the last armored vehicle of the Japanese tank force was quickly engulfed in fire.
As soon as a few Japanese soldiers rushed out of the armored vehicle, a stream of machine gun bullets flew towards them. He didn't even have a chance to lie down, and was beaten into a sieve in an instant.
Three soldiers emerged from the tunnel entrance where the three Molotov cocktails had just been thrown. They were all machine gunners, squatting around the entrance and exit holding light machine guns, and fired wildly around them.
Soon a dozen soldiers emerged from this entrance. Combined with the machine gunners, they formed an assault team. The machine gunner took the lead and immediately rushed towards the dozens of Japs gathered together.
This scene happened in every corner of the battlefield. Many Japanese soldiers were killed by bullets and grenades from around them before they could react.
As he was fighting, several Eighth Route Army soldiers suddenly appeared around him, aiming at his back and firing... The offensive and defensive battle immediately turned into a melee, with the sound of crossfire everywhere.
... Lieutenant General Sakuragi could not see the battlefield and could only judge the battle situation by the sound of gunfire. For some reason, the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and he said happily: "Good fight..."
"The Fourth Brigade has already strangled the Chenjiazhuang garrison..."
"The two sides are engaging in hand-to-hand combat, and we have the advantage in strength. We will win this battle."
"Tell the 5th and 6th Brigade..."
"The Fourth Battalion is annihilating another battalion of the Eighth Route Army in Chenjiazhuang. Please make sure to destroy this main battalion that is defending the front line trenches."
"Kill them, Chenjiazhuang will be ours..." Five minutes later, the chief of staff suddenly frowned: "Division commander, something seems wrong..."
"The Fourth Brigade still has at least 700 people after deducting battle losses."
"A main battalion of the Eighth Route Army can only have 600 people at most. Without the casualties caused by artillery fire coverage, it would be good to have 400 people left. We also have tanks and armored vehicles to help."
"The two sides are fighting in close combat. Even if the outcome cannot be determined within five minutes, the Eighth Route Army should be severely damaged."
"But the sound of firefights on the battlefield has not gotten weaker."
"Sir, the aviation force has an urgent call..." Just as Lieutenant General Sakuragi's brows were frowning more and more, the radio operator suddenly ran towards them.
"The Eighth Route Army defending the second line of defense took the initiative to launch a counterattack against our army..."
"The tank troops were completely destroyed under the attack of enemy mountain artillery and incendiary bombs."
"The Eighth Route Army simultaneously launched a counterattack from blocking positions and tunnel entrances and exits..."
"Our army was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties. We are in urgent need of reinforcements..."
"Nani..." Lieutenant General Sakuragi's face suddenly turned red. Just now he had sworn that the Fourth Battalion was about to annihilate another battalion of the Eighth Route Army in Chenjiazhuang.
The facts turned out to be completely consistent with his judgment. Not only did the Fourth Battalion fail to gain any advantage on the battlefield, but it lost troops and generals. It dived into the pocket formation deployed by the Eighth Route Army and could be completely wiped out at any time.
This scene was something he never expected. Anger slowly flashed across his red face. He felt that he had been tricked, and started to curse while staring at the battlefield.
"What do the fifth and sixth brigades do for food? Why haven't they broken through the first line of defense of the Eighth Route Army yet?"
"As long as they successfully connect with the Fourth Brigade, we can turn defeat into victory and eliminate the Chenjiazhuang garrison with our strength advantage."
"If two-on-one doesn't work, then three-on-one. If it doesn't work, four-on-one is no problem."... In the first-line blocking position, the trenches have been bombed into disarray. There are corpses of sacrificed soldiers everywhere, and there is not even a place to stay.
Several soldiers had fallen beside the battalion commander, all of them machine gunners. A piece of flesh was cut off from his own arm by a shell fragment. If he was a bit unlucky, the shell fragment would be closer to his neck, and the main artery in his neck would be cut off.
After a simple bandage, a battalion commander endured the pain and squatted in the trench, quickly pressing the bullet into the crooked gun magazine.
This is what the secondary shooter is supposed to do. However, the casualties of the troops were too great, and there was no one to serve as an assistant shooter for him. He could only finish a magazine and return to the trench to reload it himself.
Then start robbing the Japanese.
"Kacha..." The battalion commander pulled the gun bolt hard and pushed the bullet into the chamber. The long barrel was placed on the sandbag and fired at the Japanese who were rushing over not far away.
"Click, click, click..." The clear sound of gunfire soon rang out from the barrel of the gun, and the three Japs he had put in the crosshairs fell to the ground.
The harsh sound of machine gun fire also attracted the attention of the Japanese. The two grenade launchers immediately squatted on the ground, holding the grenade against their thighs. They put the grenade into the barrel, took simple aim and then pulled the firing device.
"Boom..." The explosion soon sounded around the battalion commander, and the thick smoke instantly enveloped the machine gun position, and the familiar machine gun fire came to an abrupt end.
The Japanese grenadier thought he had successfully killed the target, so he quickly followed the rifleman and continued to attack forward.
"Da da da..." As a result, just after running four or five steps, the sound of machine gun fire rang out again. It was as if the bullet had eyes and headed straight for them.
"Boom, boom..." Three explosions sounded simultaneously in the middle of the Japanese attacking troops. Thick smoke rose into the sky. Centered on the impact point, all the little Japanese within a radius of 30 meters were either dead or injured, and all of them lost their combat effectiveness.
This is the masterpiece of the flying thunder artillery platoon. After being targeted by Japanese troops, most of the more than ten flying thunder cannons were lost in just ten minutes, and only three flying thunder cannons were left to continue fighting.
"Batalion Commander, the Japs have been repulsed by us again..." the instructor shouted from a distance, with words of excitement on his face.
"The Thunder Artillery Platoon is doing a great job. Let's take cover immediately, avoid the bombardment, and prepare for a new round of artillery fire from the Japs..." the battalion commander ordered while enduring the pain from his wounds.
After saying that, he threw himself into the ditch with his head in his hands.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The violent explosion of artillery shells sounded in his ears, deafening. Soon the entire position was covered by artillery fire, and there was smoke everywhere, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
