The sky was still fiery red, and the ashes of burned grass were carried high into the sky by the hot air and flew everywhere. The footsteps of the parallel advancing troops of the security forces began to sound.
The third regiment attacked the right flank, which corresponded to the Eighth Route Army's left flank. The target was easy to distinguish, and the village to the south was used as the frontal target.
As we pushed forward, there was nothing but the naked corpses of our brothers on the ground. The damn Tubalu was so poor that he even took off all the underwear from the corpses.
The regiment leader ordered some people to clean up the battlefield, dig several large pits and bury the dead brothers on the spot, and ordered the others to slowly continue to advance in parallel.
The machine gun team kept moving forward, and the grenade team stood ready. The only six mortars in the regiment were also constantly adjusting their firing positions. After receiving the news from the observers, they put away their equipment and moved forward, waiting for the observers to find them early. Good new mortar positions were set up again.
After advancing quickly to the area where they were attacked in the afternoon, the sentry soldiers were crawling on the ground. There was a lot of fire in front of them, and the bodies of dead brothers were everywhere on the ground. It was impossible to confirm whether all eight groups had retreated!
Except for the footsteps of his group and the crackling of burning grass, the surroundings were completely silent.
The dead silence between the sounds made people feel even more miserable, and a crow's cawing sound came from somewhere.
The messenger came with a new order, and the third regiment commander immediately ordered to replenish dry food first.
In fact, there was no need for him to give orders, the advance was so slow, his soldiers had already sat on the ground spontaneously, pulling water bottles, swallowing dry food and opening cans.
After a while, the brigade commander rode up to the back of the third regiment: "How is the situation?"
We haven’t found anything yet, so we are ready to take a break and move forward immediately!
Damn it, Bazan set up such a big fire. They obviously set up an ambush behind them and wanted us to walk into the fire as targets. I won’t fall for his deception!
What to do?
Immediately send a company to go around. I don't believe they can light all the grass in this poor place.
Another sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, and the military staff officer shouted: "Tang, what are you doing so long? You have a fucking brigade of troops, and you still have to play tricks on a ruthless road?"
That's right. I heard from the men who ran back that the Eighth Route Army basically charged with bayonets, which meant that they didn't have many bullets. The Eighth Route Army ambush caught me off guard and was repelled by them. Now I know that they may be on the opposite side. Are you scared?
He didn't forget that the dead men must have left behind some rifles and bullets!
However, each regiment had no time to rest and recuperate, and the battle losses had not yet been reported.
Since the majority of Bazan's attack involved hand-to-hand combat, there shouldn't have been many deaths, right?
This trip is more than ten miles away. I have been walking my legs since the afternoon until now. I am sleepy and tired. The village to the south is only a mile away. If everything goes well, I can rush to the village in ten minutes, and then we can build a new village. Team line, I'm afraid he's a bastard!
The staff still sees things far-sighted!
Brigadier Tang's mood gradually improved and he was in high spirits: "Order, all units, attack and advance immediately!"
Bang...boom...a red flare shot up into the sky!
It looks pretty good in the night sky.
About two hundred meters away from the Eighth Route Army's position, the sound of tom toms kept coming.
The security forces had been trained at an officer school with Japanese advisers, and their tactics were not much different from those of the Japanese. They just started with an artillery bombardment.
The mortar ejected, and something seemed to be flying in the sky.
Boom boom boom...the sound suddenly resounded through the night sky, and then no other sounds could be heard anymore, only flash after flash. The light was much brighter than the fire on the ground. It was so bright that it was dazzling and the sound shook my scalp. tingling.
The people hiding in the trenches were so shocked that they grinned and covered their ears.
The air began to be filled with dust and smoke.
The entire wilderness was shaking, and the shock wave blew the fire around, and then burned even more fiercely.
The light from the explosion of the artillery shell flashed in the sky again and again, and the shock wave swept up the dust in front and behind the entire position.
The commander looked at the front position worriedly.
The staff officer next to him comforted him: "The order has been issued. With Brigadier Zhu's soil work capabilities, and this place is all sandy, they should be able to dig all the anti-gun holes in half an hour!"
"If it hadn't been for Captain Hu's intervention, this shelling would probably have caused hundreds of casualties!" the commander lamented.
"We are blessed to have generals to help us. This time we have to beat these security forces who regard thieves as their fathers!"
"Hey, have you sent a reply to the division?" The commander suddenly turned around and looked at the staff officer.
"Ah...what are you talking about?" Facing the commander's unclear question, the staff officer was confused.
"It's the transfer order to transfer Hu Yi to our division." The commander realized that he had not made it clear.
"Rejected!" the staff officer suddenly remembered.
"How could this happen? The division commander has always been supportive of our division. Shouldn't the division commander disagree if we ask for someone from them?"
"Do you know how to reply to the telegram?" The staff officer showed a strange look: "The telegram was received just after you left."
"What do you mean?" The commander frowned.
"No way...don't even think about it!"
"Are you kidding me? The division commander is known as a Confucian general, how could he say this? What's more, it's still in the message..." The commander felt that the staff member was joking.
"Well, here's the message. Read it yourself!" The staff officer pulled out a serialized callback from the table next to him.
...
Brigadier Tang was very satisfied. If the Eighth Route Army had not left yet, this shelling would destroy all their confidence!
He didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to stay on the opposite side, but he hoped that the Eighth Route Army would be on the opposite side.
Even the national army can't stand the imperial army's tactics, let alone you idiots!
Before he could give the order, his regiment commander began to direct the troops to attack.
No one knows how far ahead we have to go. Anyway, that village is the destination!
The security forces lined up, leaving the machine guns to shoot in the area. They bent forward and attacked in the smoke of gunfire. The machine gun team was right next to them.
This is no ordinary security force. The troops are neat and orderly, advancing in an orderly manner under the leadership of the company and platoon squad leader.
The security forces finally regained their confidence, tried hard to suppress the tension in their hearts, and moved forward bravely...
Subsequently, the first and second regiments pulled apart, advancing southward in parallel with the third regiment, and continued to expand the width of the southern line to both sides.
The saline-alkali surface is hard and flat, so you don't have to worry about getting your feet sprained as you move forward. The fluffy grass is half as tall as a person, and the attacking team can avoid the fluffy grass.
Since it is called fluffy grass, of course it means one fluff after another.
Walking in the firelight under the moonlight, someone shouted from time to time: "Pay attention to the formation, if anyone gets in the wrong position, I will kick him to death..."
The attacking team's backs were wet with sweat, and the palms holding their rifles were trembling with sweat. Their breathing became heavier and heavier, and they looked ahead nervously.
As they kept walking around the bushes and looking at the positions of the people around them, it had to be said that the trained security forces, at least in terms of formation, were eight hundred years ahead of the Eighth Route Army.
Some people kept asking the Jade Emperor for protection, and some asked the ancestors for protection. The muttering was so annoying that the platoon leader and squad leader wanted to kick all the mumbling back into his neck.
Suddenly, sporadic gunfire came from the front, and the leading soldiers in front were attacked.
The security forces did not all lie down on the ground like last time. A few timid ones still fell to the ground and were kicked to their feet by the squad leader next to them. Then, they bent even lower.
The organized security forces' fighting power was not weak, and the clumps of grass in front became sparse, perhaps overturned by the shelling just now.
Most people think so, but who knew that a bombardment could make the weeds so clean and neat?
There were a lot of corpses in the open space, but when I looked closely, I found that they were all naked and didn't even smell much of blood. They were very strange and looked murderous.
