After hearing the order from their squadron leader, a dozen Japanese soldiers from the second squadron immediately looked for a suitable shooting angle behind the bunker. They raised the 38 caps in their hands and blew out the streetlight bulbs standing on both sides of the railway.
Fortunately, there are enough people participating in the shooting, otherwise with the poor hit rate in these small days, there is a high probability that we will have to fight in the second round.
Due to the long-term lack of serious combat experience and the lack of daily training of the garrison troops, there were still fatal shots fired at a fixed target of more than ten meters.
Miyajima Junji almost fainted from anger when he saw this scene, and secretly vowed to increase the training of his soldiers after returning. But he himself also ignored one thing, that is, the comfortable life had corroded his body.
As the entire battlefield fell into darkness, the hit rate of the Eighth Route Army soldiers began to gradually decline.
The Japs also discovered the enemy three hundred meters away through the muzzle flash. Under the leadership of their respective squad leaders, more than a hundred small days launched a tentative counterattack.
In the eyes of these people, the Eighth Route Army was still suffering from insufficient ammunition. As long as they can get close to the enemy and engage in hand-to-hand combat, even if there are more enemies, they still have the possibility of victory.
Obviously, these Japs don't know what it is, and they should treat each other with admiration after three days of separation.
If it was the former Eighth Route Army, it would naturally be eager to take the initiative to fight hand to hand. But now the main force groups and light weapons reserves of these three divisions are almost overflowing.
The little devil has no one to support him, so he dies when he dies. But the soldiers are the darlings of their parents, and they are all soldiers who are not easy to train. Only a fool would fight with you on the bayonet.
Facing the enemy that the dog was trying to touch, the soldiers of the reinforced company directly launched their ultimate move. The artillerymen immediately took out grenades and mortars, and bombarded the little days ahead.
Fortunately, the Japanese still remembered their old tactics, and the skirmish line saved their lives. In these small days, there are three or four people in groups, and each group has a large distance, which adds a lot of difficulty to the artillery.
But the problem was not big. This wave of Japanese attacks completely failed and even cost more casualties.
Seeing that his squadron's attack was extremely difficult, Miyajima Junji bit his back molars angrily and didn't even care when Yahanako bled.
The Japs habitually underestimate their opponents, and the shortcomings of this approach have been fully exposed. A team that lacks the tactical core grenade is completely committing suicide in the current situation.
The first squadron of this sortie only brought five crooked guns, and three light machine guns were placed on motorcycles but were not carried with them. It was impossible to escape the enemy's suppression with just this small amount of firepower.
Miyajima Junji feels very regretful right now, and he wants to give himself a few big blows.
If he could go back in time to a few minutes ago, when he saw that the so-called guerrillas had not cut the wires, he would have prepared his soldiers for battle.
This can at least ensure that your own losses will not be too great in the early stages of being ambushed.
And he finally realized one thing: the enemy who destroyed the railway was not just a small group of guerrillas. This kind of firepower is definitely that of the Eighth Route Army's regular army, and it may even be an elite force.
The enemy's purpose must not only be to destroy the railway in front of them, otherwise it would be overkill. Based on his experience, the only target worthy of the Eighth Route Army's organized and premeditated attack was the Jingxing Coal Mine.
Even though this guy is just a small squadron leader, he has a really good strategic vision and is worthy of his experience of fighting all the way from the grassroots level.
While Miyajima Junji was still thinking about how to deal with the ambushed enemy, several deafening explosions came from the Jingxing Coal Mine. This huge movement could not even cover up the sound of nearby gunfire.
This accelerated his thinking speed and made him make a decision like "a strong man cuts off his wrist". That is to abandon some of his soldiers and go back to reinforce the second squadron in the mining area.
In order to complete this operation, the Eighth Route Army dispatched the main force of Shenlong but never saw the end. In this case, if the railway is damaged, you will not necessarily be punished. It is not a war crime.
If something goes wrong at the Jingxing Coal Mine, the three squadrons stationed there will have to take the blame for their superiors. Junji Miyajima, a little lieutenant, will definitely die.
As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist.
It is naturally a very painful thing to abandon one's own soldiers. But compared with your own life, there is no need to think about which is more important.
Thinking of this, Junji Miyajima pulled out his command sword and shouted at the Japanese soldiers hiding behind temporary bunkers:
"The first and third squadrons are ready to attack! The second squadron is following me! The time has come to serve the Locust! This is the responsibility of our warriors!"
As soon as these words came out, the soldiers at the bottom were all shocked as if they had been given a shot of blood.
In these small days, they organized a wave of counterattacks without fear of death. Although the number of casualties rose sharply, this suicidal attack did have a certain impact on the reinforced company.
After all, it will take a while to kill dozens of pigs, let alone lively people.
Commander Yang, who was watching the battle in the temporary command post, shook his head with some dissatisfaction. Although our own casualties were almost negligible, the performance of the soldiers exposed many potential problems.
After thinking briefly for a few seconds, the young division commander said to the staff officer beside him:
"It seems that our troops have not yet accepted the fact of transformation. We have fought too many guerrilla warfare and ambush warfare in the past, and our tactical thinking is still a bit rigid."
"After this raid is over, I have to report this to the division commander. First-class troops need to adapt to various battlefields, and our soldiers must continue to learn."
After hearing these words, the staff officer on the side quickly wrote the summary in the notebook in his hand.
The battle itself was an ambush, and our own weapons and equipment were clearly superior. The speed of annihilating enemies is now slower than expected.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
In the past, even the main regiment of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region mainly relied on guerrilla warfare and ambush warfare, and our own soldiers lacked experience in fighting on flat terrain.
And at that time, we strive to continuously consume the vitality of our small lives and achieve the goal of long-lasting water.
Positional battles are extremely rare, and usually occur when the enemy forces them to fight. This has developed the habit of soldiers being a little petty when facing the enemy.
It can be said that the typical hardware has kept up, but the software is still lagging behind.
But that’s all a thing for another day. An army with faith will not have to worry about being without combat effectiveness. The shortcomings now can be slowly made up for in the future.
At this moment, the staff officer on the side pointed in another direction, and Commander Yang immediately picked up his telescope.
In order to observe the entire command battlefield, this temporary command post was built at a higher location.
Through the vision provided by the moonlight, he saw a small group of Japanese soldiers retreating. This scene made everyone present smile intriguingly.
Because the retreating little devils are about to step into the minefield prepared for them by the reinforced company.
During the preparation phase, the soldiers did not place minefields on both sides of the railway.
Although that position can maximize the killing benefits of the mines and have the opportunity to kill more imps by surprise, it will also increase the risk of exposure of the mines.
The task of the reinforced company is to block the enemy. Whether it can be completely annihilated depends on the specific situation. If the enemy retreats immediately due to early exposure, it will be more than worth the loss.
Placing mines in the enemy's retreat is different.
The Japs must have been very anxious when they came. They wished they had a few extra legs and rushed to the battlefield to inspect the damage to the railway. At that time, it was impossible to have the time to clear mines, nor to be so careful.
There is only one retreat route back to Jingxing Coal Mine. Normal people would relax their vigilance about the section they just walked when returning from the original route.
Once you break into the minefield at this time, you can not only cause greater damage, but also play a perfect blocking role.
And it's not just landmines waiting for their day in that direction, but also the comrades in the tail attack positions who are sharpening their knives and fighting for their lives.
Junji Miyajima finally managed to escape from the battlefield with the second team. Because some soldiers were dissatisfied with his behavior of escaping from the battlefield, they almost used special skills to defeat him.
For the grassroots soldiers, you, a lieutenant, made our blood boil. But now that we have all taken off our pants, you actually order us to retreat?
In order to save his own life, Miyajima Junji begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, and he also tried to reason with the facts, and finally persuaded these uncles to return to the defense together.
This series of operations took some time. As a result, he, who was already very anxious, had no intention of checking whether there was any ambush on the way back.
The only good news is that due to Junji Miyajima's timely stop loss, the team is almost full, and only a few unlucky ones died beside the railway.
When these Japs rushed back with pale faces, they had no idea that they had been targeted by something.
After all the enemies walked into the minefield, the platoon leader, who was ruthless and silent, pulled the rope directly. The heavy mine exploded directly in the center of the Japanese infantry.
The entire platoon of soldiers immediately launched an attack after receiving the signal. Faced with this calculated and unintentional ambush, the Japanese had no chance to resist.
Only five minutes passed, and all the enemies of this small team died in the cemetery carefully selected by Commander Yang for them.
Under the leadership of the platoon leader, the comrades walked out of the sortie battlefield. They cleared the battlefield briefly and quickly and prepared to return to support the main force.
But at this moment, a steaming "corpse" moved tremblingly. This was Junji Miyajima, who was not completely dead.
Seeing that his beloved pants were covered in blood by the enemy, the platoon leader reluctantly stabbed the Japanese lieutenant in the heart with the square pyramid of MAS-36.
After putting away the opponent's Lieutenant Sword, the platoon leader said with some dissatisfaction:
"Who cleaned the battlefield? How come there are still people alive! Aren't you afraid that the Japanese will kill you with grenades?"
At this time, a monitor came over and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Platoon leader, it's my fault! I had donkey hair stuffed in my ears, so I didn't hear the beast humming. I won't do it next time."
"Return to the team!"
By the time the platoon's soldiers returned to the railway, the fighting there was over. After all the comrades were assembled, Commander Yang led the reinforced company to join the reserve team of the third regiment.
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The Japanese army stationed at Shimen was the Eighth Independent Mixed Brigade, and its brigade commander, Major General Mizuhara Yishige, graduated from the Army Non-commissioned Officer School.
This old devil is very good at conspiracy and conspiracy, and even has the nickname of an expert. He once led his troops and used blitzkrieg-like tactics to sneak attack on Guo Preserved's rear command structures many times.
Moreover, Mizuhara Yishige believed that he had a lot of research on the guerrilla tactics of the Eighth Route Army, and he also knew that the Eighth Route Army was good at fighting ambush warfare.
Therefore, after the Eighth Independent Mixed Brigade was transferred to Shimen, he engaged in intelligence work to deal with the guerrillas that continued to harass the Shota Line.
Even starting from the beginning of this year, the old devil handed over some daily tasks to his subordinates, while he himself focused all his energy on guarding the railway.
In order to deal with the guerrillas who came and went without a trace, he personally took people to inspect the villages along the railway, selected and established many railway protection villages.
This Japanese major general knows one thing very well, that is, even the strongest fortress can be broken from the inside.
There is absolutely no shortage of scum among the common people of the Republic of China who sell their ancestors for glory. As long as these things are obtained, the safety of the railway will definitely be guaranteed.
Facts have proved that this trick is very effective. When Mizuhara Yishige implemented a division of labor and responsibility system for those villages that took refuge, and established a strict reward and punishment system.
The road section in charge of the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade set a record of seven consecutive months without accidents, and he only paid some dispensable benefits.
Such a result made the old devil ecstatic, thinking that he had found the password for promotion. Even Tada Shun, the commander of the North China Front in BP, sent a letter of commendation, which has the momentum to be promoted throughout the army.
This period of time has always been Mizuhara Yoshishige's highlight moment. He feels that he has a good chance of becoming one of the few lieutenant generals among brigade leaders.
But everything ended tonight, and the dream was shattered very quickly.
I just finished a day's work and was going to find some singers to relax. At this moment, a communications soldier came to beat him.
From the panic on the other side's face, the old devil guessed that something big had happened.
"Captain of the brigade! The garrison at Jingxing Coal Mine just sent news that they were attacked by the Eighth Route Army again, and it was also the main force of the enemy."
"Even the railway section from Zhengding to Shimen was attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and the damage was very serious!"
"And all the troops west of Shimen can't be contacted! The chief of staff has sent out cavalry to check the situation!"
After hearing the news, Mizuhara Yishige felt very complicated, with frustration, annoyance and anger intertwined together. It was difficult for him to accept that the enemy easily broke the security order he had worked so hard to maintain.
The old devil was sitting on a stool, breathing heavily like an old bellows.
Suddenly, he was so violent that he pulled out the weapon knife on the table and struck it hard on his favorite vase. Then he slapped the messenger on the right cheek, and the entire headquarters could hear his angry shout:
"Baga! Why are you still standing there! Why don't you contact Lieutenant General Iinuma Mamoru immediately and request support from the 110th Division! This is the enemy's general attack!"
"Except for the troops who need to defend the city! Mobilize all troops to reinforce all the strongholds on the Zhengtai Line! Immediately! Immediately!"
"I want to personally lead the troops to Jingxing Coal Mine! I want to see how many people there are in the Eighth Route Army!"
Although Mizuhara Yi shouted the order hoarsely, what the old devil was thinking in his heart was:
"It's over, all the hard work has been wasted! Damn the Lieutenant General Brigade Commander! It's my fate not to be sent to the reserve this time."
It's a lot of fun to have a major general these days. This guy died of illness before.
(End of chapter)
