Compared with the first battalion, which attacked smoothly, the third battalion on the East Wangshe side encountered a lot of trouble.
Unlike the old Gangtou mining area that has been mined for many years and has outdated equipment, the mines in the new mining area are not too deep, and the amount of coal produced every day is amazing.
This mining area has been in operation for less than four years. Most of the machinery and equipment were purchased before the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War. Local officials spent huge sums of money to purchase these new goods from Sandoku.
It's a pity that Xiaori was given the advantage in the end, and many local people were harmed.
The various strategic materials mined by the Japanese from here were then transported to major factories in the occupied areas, providing them with considerable profits.
In order to prevent the enemy from destroying it, these beasts put a lot of effort into the defense layout of the Dongwangshe New Mine.
As a coal mine adjacent to a railway, there is no shortage of sleepers, old rails and cement. The young people used these things as the main building materials to build four semi-permanent fortresses.
Moreover, they dug a large number of trenches frantically, as if they were treating the periphery of the mining area as a battleground.
Although there are only more than a hundred enemies here, the situation is different from the situation over at Gangtou. Under the command of several team captains, the Japs had a clear division of labor and cooperated skillfully. Even the mine policemen were able to display good combat effectiveness.
With the small days in the trenches providing cover, plus an almost constant supply of flares. The soldiers of the third battalion were once beaten so hard by the light and heavy machine guns in the fortress that they could not even lift their heads.
Just when the third battalion commander was very anxious and was preparing to organize a commando team to blast, the situation at the scene took an unexpected turn.
The Japanese in the trenches had been cooperating with the fortress to attack the attacking Eighth Route Army.
But now there is obviously something wrong with the firepower in the trench. Even soldiers with good hearing can vaguely hear the curses of some Japanese soldiers.
It seems like someone is supporting the third battalion.
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When the signal flare was raised, the Japs on the East Wangshe side immediately started to move.
Carrying their own weapons, they immediately rushed to the outer defensive positions. Before the soldiers of the third regiment and third battalion came to the battlefield, they got into the trenches and fortresses.
What I didn't know these days was that not long after setting off, a group of tiptoeing figures arrived at the military camp of the Dongwangshe New Mine.
The leader of this team is a burly middle-aged man. It is difficult to imagine how he can maintain such a figure in such a difficult environment.
In order to fill the line, the Japanese even sent traitors to the battlefield. At this time, there was no one in the military camp, so these underground worker guerrillas just picked up the ready-made ones.
After a short search, they found Xiaori's arsenal.
With this windfall, the group immediately began to arm themselves. Rifles, light machine guns are all welcome, and you can also get as many melon grenades and grenade launchers as you want.
The burly warrior seemed to have seen something, and he came to the corner of the warehouse. After opening a box, a rifle was taken out.
Looking at the word "东" on the dust cover, the big man actually fell into memories.
At this time, a young man came to his side. Seeing his companion holding a Japanese rifle in a daze, he slapped the other party's broad back.
"Old Liu, what are you doing! What's the use of a 38-meter gun? Weren't you a soldier before? It's like you've never seen a gun."
After hearing these words, Liu Baosen came back to his senses.
The word Sanba Dagai reminded him of certain past events. He looked at his companions with some dissatisfaction and said in a dialect full of regional color:
"What are you talking about every day? Open your eyes and take a closer look! This is a serious Liao 13-type rifle, a good thing produced by our Fengtian Ordnance Factory!"
Since the more than 200,000 Northeastern troops did not resist, tens of thousands of brand-new weapons after the fall of the three provinces were used as equipment for the enemy. There is a box of Feng-type weapons here, which is very reasonable.
But it's obvious that Liu Baosen's companions don't care much about these past events.
As the instructor of the workers' guerrillas, this young man was more concerned about the current battlefield, so he kept urging the other party to pack up and prepare for battle.
The semi-permanent fortress that the Japanese relied on was not invincible. Although the 10-meter-high fortress had two levels of shooting ports, its high position could cause a large number of casualties to the enemies who came to attack.
However, these shooting ports still cannot avoid the problem of blind spots.
In Xiaori's original defense arrangement, there must be at least 120 people in this trench to prevent the enemy from attacking from a blind spot.
But the Japanese currently don't have enough manpower at all, and there are less than fifty people who can set up defenses here.
The Northeastern man with good combat experience keenly found a blind spot where there was no enemy defense. Liu Baosen was the first to bear the brunt and led the worker guerrillas into the trenches.
They braved their waists and marched silently, each one separated by a small distance. This is to prepare for hand-to-hand combat that may occur at any time. The comrades have installed bayonets on their rifles in advance.
Almost a minute later, they encountered the first wave of Japanese. In those little days when the battle was fierce, I never thought that I would encounter the enemy in the trenches.
What's more, the workers had specially worn yellow leather before, which made it impossible for them to distinguish their identities.
The guerrilla comrades showed no mercy at all. With sufficient ammunition, they used the weapons in their hands to send these little days to see the locusts.
Such sneak attacks were carried out four times.
When they were preparing to do it again step by step, the traitors in the trenches recognized Liu Baosen's face. After all, it was difficult for anyone to forget this burly prisoner of war.
The only Japanese soldier in the trench immediately turned his gun and beat the worker guerrillas back again and again. But what is a traitor? They are nothing more than rubbish that fails to succeed but fails to succeed.
"Taijun! There are no bullets! Let's run."
After hearing the cry of betraying his teammates, the strong Northeastern man immediately rushed out of the bunker. He first killed the traitor holding the Sanba Gai with one shot. After all, there were still bullets in the gun, so it was a greater threat.
The Japs were not one to sit still and wait for death. He took advantage of Liu Baosen's efforts to pull the bolt, put down the light machine gun in his hand, and rushed towards the opponent directly.
Probably because it had been too long since he had used fists and kicks to fight the Japanese in close combat, this burly man was actually knocked down by the little Japanese.
The two men struggled in the trench, and the guerrillas behind them did not dare to shoot because of their half-hearted marksmanship, so they had no choice but to step forward to help their comrades.
But at this moment, Liu Baosen seemed to have found the feeling he had back then. During the scuffle, he actually acted like a bull, pushing up the Japanese with his knees.
Taking advantage of the pain in his childhood, he picked up the Liao Shisan rifle that had fallen aside and stabbed it into the opponent's heart.
Seeing blood pouring out of the opponent's mouth, he gradually lost his ability to resist. Liu Baosen coldly pulled out the bayonet, looked at the other party's body and said something.
"You little brat, this knife is for the commander-in-chief."
The subsequent cleanup work went smoothly. With the three battalions attracting firepower from the front, the guerrilla fighters quickly killed all the enemies in the trenches.
In order to make their presence known to the attacking Eighth Route Army, the workers used grenades in their hands to launch several grenades and even a flare in the direction of the fortress.
When the soldiers of the third battalion saw this situation, they immediately knew what was happening in the trenches.
Under the leadership of battalion commander Gao Ding, everyone came to the trench along the blind spot of the bunker. These were originally places guarded by enemies, but now they are naturally unimpeded.
After the long-awaited friendly forces finally appeared, Liu Baosen immediately ran over and saluted him with a military salute.
"Report to the commander! I am Liu Baosen, captain and company commander of the 57th Northeast Army! Please give instructions!"
The third battalion commander quickly returned a military salute, and then the two men held their hands tightly together.
"Comrades, I am very grateful for your cooperation. The next task will be left to us! Without the obstruction of trenches, we are sure to conquer these fortresses."
"Liu Company Commander, please take everyone to the rear to take a short rest. We will need your assistance in the subsequent sabotage work."
Although he could not participate in the battle, Liu Baosen had no emotions. The most important thing in infantry combat is coordination. If people like me rush forward in a large number, it may have a counterproductive effect.
This Northeastern man led the guerrillas to a safe location. He looked at the heroic Eighth Route Army and said with emotion.
"Hey, it would have been nice if the young marshal could be so assertive back then. It's better now, everything is in vain."
There is no suspense in the ensuing battle. No matter how strong the fortress is without cover, it cannot withstand the heavy yellow explosives.
Although the four fortresses could still cooperate with each other, the soldiers of the third battalion removed these enemy cancers one by one after paying the price of fifty casualties.
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