In the ambush position of the 801st Regiment, 500 kilograms of high explosives have been buried on both sides of the road, using electromagnetic detonation devices;
This is the latest roadside bomb produced by Liuzhen Military Factory. A single bomb weighs about 7.25 kilograms and has a charge of 4.75 kilograms. It is all picric acid high-explosive gunpowder. It contains 4 detonators and has a maximum detonation distance of 150 meters.
The bomb contains a large number of killing fragments. The explosion can instantly throw hundreds of steel fragments soaked in cattle and sheep dung in all directions. As long as one is hit, according to the current medical conditions, there is no rescue value...
"Captain, don't worry. The killing range of these fragments is more than 15 feet. They are absolutely powerful at killing Japanese!"
Demoman Zhao Gensheng's chest clapped loudly. Hearing this name, you can tell that he is related to Zhao Musheng. They are both children of the old Zhao family.
Brothers fighting, father and son soldiers in battle. Although Zhao Gensheng is not the brother of the regiment leader Zhao Musheng, he is also a younger brother of the Zhao clan.
"Gensheng, this matter is very important. I don't trust others, so I can only leave it to you;
You must make sure that nothing goes wrong. As long as you successfully detonate the explosion, the Japanese will be confused and the subsequent fight will be easier. This will save many comrades! "
Zhao Gensheng didn't waste any words and patted his chest heavily. This was the promise of a Chinese man.
Zhao Gensheng turned around and left with another comrade from the demolition team. The Japanese were not far from the ambush position. They had to prepare a feast for the Japanese and there was no room for error.
Ten minutes later, intermittent gunshots came from the distance. This was the secret signal agreed by Zhao Musheng and the 151st Division. They were about to enter the ambush position.
In order not to give the Japanese too much time to think, the 151st Division deliberately slowed down, reducing the distance between their forwards and the rear troops of the 151st Division to two to three hundred meters, giving the Japanese the greatest hope.
"Kill the chicken for the dogs, they are right in front and can't run away!"
"Ta-ta-ta...ta-ta-ta"
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
The Japanese chased them back while firing with crooked machine guns. From time to time, people were knocked down by the Japanese, which fully demonstrated the cruelty of war.
The 239th Regiment is really not an ordinary madman. A dissatisfied regiment with more than 2,000 people dares to chase a division deep into the opponent's hinterland. The distance between them and the main division has been extended to more than ten kilometers.
The commander of the regiment, Colonel Nobuyoshi Oshima, was full of military achievements and did not realize the risk of them being more than ten kilometers away from the main division.
"Your Excellency, Captain, we have entered the depth of Area B. There are no less than 20,000 defeated troops scattered in this area. In case they-"
Captain Moritani Akihiro always felt something was wrong. He was born as an Orion and had a natural sense of danger. The deeper he pursued, the stronger his sense of uneasiness became, so he tried to persuade the captain to stop as soon as possible.
After hearing this, Colonel Oshima disagreed. He said to Major Moritani:
"Moritani-kun, put away your nagging, the imperial army defeated half of China, and it was the imperial army's bravery, not witchcraft!
The courage of the Chinese people has been frightened. They only hate that their legs are shorter than others, and they will not be able to outrun others when they run for their lives;
What the imperial army has to do now is to catch up with them at full speed and then wipe them all out. "
"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"
"Onboard!"
The 239th Regiment jumped in without hesitation...
"Company Commander, there are so many Japanese, are they going to explode?"
Zhao Gensheng's deputy Heizi asked quietly.
Zhao Gensheng was worthy of being someone who had seen big scenes. He shook his head and said:
"This is the vanguard of the Japs. There is only one squadron that can stand up to the sky. Just three melons and two dates. Do you need me to prepare a table for them in person?"
They don't have such a big face yet, let them go, and make it big if you want. "
Sure enough, it didn't take long for the vast dust in the distance to roll over. This is the feast!
"Heizi, did you see that? This is our food, I want to send them on a plane!"
Zhao Gensheng muttered words, as if he was trying to save the devils. I have to say that he is considered a good person in the old Zhao family...
When the Japanese army entered the ambush area, Zhao Gensheng decisively pressed the detonator;
"boom"
"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
Hundreds of high-potency bombs exploded in the crowd of Japs, swallowing up most of them in an instant. The bombs made the Japs wail like ghosts and howls like their own fathers who died.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
After the Japs were bombed, they opened fire aimlessly in all directions. The next best thing was whether they hit or not. The first thing they needed to do was to be brave.
"Dong dong dong dong..."
"Dong dong dong dong..."
Just after the explosion, a large number of "rocks" flew from the sky and hit the Japanese hard;
The speed is not fast, but the consequences are indeed serious. This is the sound of Wei Yixiao, the 12th gun of the 801st Regiment Artillery Battalion, firing. It is like a stone suddenly falling from the sky. The most terrible thing is that this stone will explode. Blow up a sack!
"Boom boom boom..."
"Boom boom boom..."
Colonel Oshima still lived a long life. He had never seen the Chinese with such fierce artillery fire. He couldn't understand how the Chinese could create such powerful cannons.
Wei Yixiao fired six rounds, and 72 explosive packets rained down on the Japanese, sending groups of Japanese into the arms of Amaterasu - this was their destination!
"Okay, the explosion was beautiful and powerful. The enemy's formation has been completely messed up. Now is the best time to charge;
Bugler, blow the charge! "
After a while, passionate charging horns sounded around the valley...
The 801st Regiment took advantage of the fact that the Japanese were dizzy after being bombed, suffered heavy casualties, and lost ground, and launched a timely charge against the Japanese. This was simply a reminder!
What was even more dangerous for the Japanese was that the 151st Division, which had been defeated before, also stopped, then turned around and attacked them too. Colonel Oshima's face turned pale.
"Bagaya Lu, you have been fooled. The Chinese are cunning and cunning, and they cannot win with force! This is not the work of a warrior!"
Colonel Oshima began to feel scared, these were 8,000 people!
He was not afraid of death, he was just afraid of bringing more than two thousand Japanese soldiers to a point of no return. He wished this was false.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta..."
The 8,000 warriors of the 151st Division, who had long been suffocating, rushed down the mountain like tigers into the group of Japanese soldiers. With the light and heavy machine guns and long and short weapons in their hands, they vigorously greeted the Japanese soldiers;
The Japanese were no match for ten with their fists. They were knocked down one by one. The beaten corpses were scattered all over the field. The yellow shit on the battlefield disappeared visibly to the naked eye.
The remnants of the Japanese 239th Regiment have been completely surrounded by the 801st Regiment and the 151st Division, and it is only a matter of time before they are annihilated.
The Japs were no less crazy when faced with death than the Chinese. Many Japs fired grenades and rushed towards the Chinese troops besieging them, trying to die together with the Chinese troops.
"What a fool, who is afraid of whom?"
A veteran of the 151st Division also fired the grenade tied to his body and died together with the Japanese death squads...
The blood of heroes dyed the battlefield red, and also allowed the Japanese to see the ironclad character of the Chinese people;
China has never been short of brave men who sacrificed their lives generously. Who is afraid of whom?
