"Boom boom boom..."
"Ta-ta-ta..."
In the Chinese night, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the Wangjiawa battlefield as if it were daytime. The Japanese Amaterasu has no magic power at all in front of the Chinese bright moon. His so-called people are enduring the artillery fire of Chinese revenge;
"Amaterasu, bless you!"
Oga Ichiro from Shikoku Island was lying in the trench, clasping his hands together, praying to the non-male and non-female Amaterasu in the sky to protect him from disaster. There were more than a dozen Japanese like him around him. They come from Kumamoto, Kyoto, Kyushu, Hokkaido...
But they're where they shouldn't be!
"Boom - boom!"
A 3.75 kilogram explosive package was thrown 100 meters away from Xiaolu Ichiro by a "Wei Yixiao" cannon. It did not explode, and then bounced up like a ball. After a few jumps, it happened to be in the air. An explosion 2 meters above their heads;
The huge impact immediately killed more than a dozen people after the explosion. Oga Ichiro's eye was hit by an explosive fragment, which was stained with chili powder. The instant "sourness" made him just want Amaterasu to stop it soon. Let him go, lest he have to endure the pain from the depths of hell before death...
"Ahhhhh..."
"Bagayalu, my eyes!"
That kind of scream from hell made Amaterasu, who was floating in the sky, stay away from him in disgust. The little deer held his eyes and rolled on the ground in pain. The pain that was so intense in his soul made him mercilessly penetrate it with both hands. Two sinful black balls were taken out from his own eye sockets. Unfortunately, Amaterasu still despised him and was not in a hurry to take them away.
"Bagayalu, mom, I shouldn't have come to China..."
"Boom boom boom!"
The deer's screams were covered up by the explosions of explosive packs. Thousands of Japanese soldiers joined in the screams. At this time, death is a gift!
"Bagayalu, Amaterasu, you thief!"
Before the little deer died, he finally used all his strength to greet that neither male nor female thing in the sky...
In the Japanese headquarters, Hengshan was also cursing, but he was cursing Chu Xiong!
"Bagayalu, where did Chuxiong get so many cannonballs!"
"Bagayalu, despicable Chuxiong, they actually used chemical weapons, I want to protest!"
The intensity of the Eighth Route Army's attack exceeded Yokoyama Yiyu's bottom line. Chu Xiong, a bastard who did not follow the spirit of samurai, would only use heavy artillery that could shatter the warrior's internal organs to bombard the imperial army, as if it was free of charge!
"Bagayalu, Ito-kun, Chuxiong is too disrespectful of the spirit of bushido. You must hold your position!"
In front of the enemy headquarters of the Independent Regiment, Chu Xiong seemed to hear Hengshan cursing at him. He stretched out his right hand to the sky and gave him a middle finger!
"Captain, what are you doing with this gesture?"
Zhong Guoliang asked Chu Xiong curiously.
"I'm saying hello to the devil Amaterasu, Lao Zhong, give the devil six more rounds!"
Zhong Guoliang wanted to say that this was a waste of money, but as soon as he said it he said:
"Yes, six more rounds!"
"Boom boom boom..."
"Boom boom boom..."
…
The explosive packets that Gao Dashuan and his wife had worked so hard to deliver were all thrown over the heads of the Japanese by Chu Xiong, the prodigal son.
The preparations for the artillery fire lasted for a full hour. The Japanese who stood on the outer position were bleeding from the bombs. A large number of Japanese were killed. Many of them were shocked to death in the trenches while holding their guns, and were then buried by the collapsed soil. ;
That old pervert Amaterasu nodded appreciatively in the sky, and gave a rare compliment to the Eighth Route Army:
"Yo Xi, the Eighth Route Army is so kind. They are responsible for both killing and burying!"
In order to cooperate with Amaterasu, a loud bugle sounded in the valley...
Yokoyama Yiyu shuddered for no reason. This voice was so scary that it scared people deep into their souls!
"Comrades, go ahead and kill the Japanese!"
"Comrades, go ahead and kill these beasts!"
The shouts of killing rang out from all directions. Under the moonlight, each and every strong figure looked like a black panther emerging from the forest. They lined up in a standard three-by-three formation, holding dazzling steel guns and murderous intent. He rushed towards the enemy's position.
The attacks of the independent regiment were like huge waves in the depths of the sea, one wave after another, constantly impacting the Japanese defense line...
"Boom boom boom..."
"Ta-ta-ta..."
Crooked handles, mortars, grenade launchers, 38-type caps, rental grenades, self-produced wooden handle grenades in the base area, Mulan rocket launchers...
Countless weapons greeted the devils. One soldier fell, and ten soldiers rushed forward. The devils were knocked down one by one!
The forward position is lost!
The first line of defense is lost!
The second line of defense is lost! ! ! !
The third line of defense is almost overwhelmed! !
The Kojima Squadron is collectively shattered...
The Nakamura brigade was collectively shattered...
Team Asada collectively meets Amaterasu!
The Ito United suffered heavy casualties...
…
One bad news after another reached the Japanese headquarters. The old Japanese soldier in Hengshan's nerves were almost numb. He just prayed that it would dawn soon.
This dark night gave him nightmares again and again!
Only when daybreak will the Eighth Route Army's attack stop
After endless suffering, Dongfang Yubaibai finally appeared!
Its daybreak!
"Amaterasu, I'm still alive and have earned another day!"
The more than two thousand Japanese soldiers who retreated to the core position congratulated each other that they were lucky enough to survive after a long devil's night!
The Eighth Route Army's fierce offensive, which lasted all night, finally stopped.
"Bagayalu, what are the Eighth Route Army doing?"
When a red sun rose again from the treetops of the mountain, the Japanese found dust flying around their position!
"Bagaya Road, the Eighth Route Army is digging trenches!"
That's right, even Chu Xiong wanted to praise Hengshan old devil:
"You are such a fucking genius, you know how to answer!"
In order to consolidate the results of the night attack and to avoid the Japanese bombing by planes during the day, the attack ceased at 5 a.m. and all troops of the independent regiment participating in the attack began to dig trenches on the spot;
Wherever the battle line stopped, trenches were dug. It took three hours to dig three circular trenches 100 meters outside the core position of the Japanese, and tightly surrounded the remaining 2,000 remaining Japanese soldiers. It is more than 100 kilometers long and only 200 meters wide from north to south in a narrow area.
The encirclement has shrunk a lot, and now even crooked attacks can reach the enemy's core position!
After eight o'clock in the morning, Chu Xiong withdrew most of the main force of the attacking troops to the mountains on both sides. Only more than a thousand people were left in the trenches of the encirclement, but the density of firepower was indeed very high;
Basically, two machine guns are left in each squad. The configuration is heavy firepower and light troops. During the day, you only need to hold the position. If the Japanese dare to counterattack, use the machine guns to greet them;
The Japanese planes came in vain. There were 1,000 Eighth Route Army soldiers and more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers. Our trenches were only about 100 meters apart. We didn’t know whose head the bombs were dropped on!
"Bagayalu, Chu Xiong is so cunning!"
Yokoyama Yiyu finally saw through Chu Xiong's sinister intentions, but he didn't have any good ideas. The error rate of the bombs dropped by the air warriors was really uncertain who would be hit.
Yokoyama Yiyu already feels that his life has entered a countdown, and there may be only one day left!
"Ito-kun, what a beautiful rising sun. Look at the rising sun from the east. Maybe you won't see it tomorrow!"
Yokoyama Ichiyu is worthy of being a Confucian general, and his speech is becoming more and more romantic like a poet...
