Hu Yi held up his telescope and continued to observe carefully to the north, thinking about how many troops the enemy would invest in the first wave of attacks.
Since most of the people who came were bandit soldiers, this was the reason why he dared to fight the enemy in a positional battle here.
So far, the Japanese have shown no signs of sending large-scale detours, nor have they shown any signs of taking action themselves.
The position was indeed as the Japanese Lieutenant expected. There were not all people behind the mounds on the position.
A mortar was placed fifty meters away next to the road, with the gun barrel lying horizontally, protected by the front pile of dirt and covered with withered grass.
The artillerymen have tried using grenades with the primer removed, and it is indeed feasible to use a sorghum pole to push the shell directly.
It's just that no one is sure, and they all worry about gains and losses with a dark face...
About a hundred meters east of the highway, Hu Yi put down his binoculars. Under the curved brim of his hat, a complex lightness flashed through his narrow eyes.
He knew very well that the balance of forces on the battlefield was not the only factor that determined victory or defeat.
The distance markings deliberately marked by the artillerymen under the leader Fan Zhang on the open ground will definitely attract the attention of the Japanese.
Facing the coalition of Japanese, puppet, and bandit forces, it is definitely the Japanese who are in charge.
As long as the Japanese commander is not a fool, he will never let the bandit soldiers and the security forces attack together, because then he will have no way to command.
In terms of the level of attack, most of the Japs will not personally participate in the attack. There is a high probability that the bandits will carry out the first wave of attacks. If the battle is in a stalemate, the security forces will rush up, and finally the Japs will attack.
The two sides faced each other with swords and guns, making Hu Yi suddenly feel like he had returned to the battlefield with the Japanese in Gubeikou.
However, the situation this time is completely different. Only more than half of the squadron of Japs participated in the attack, and there was basically no possibility of mobilizing aircraft to participate in the battle, because currently the Japs' attack on the newly formed Fifth Army in the mountainous area to the west is the top priority...
It's okay for the security forces to fight a smooth battle, but in this kind of tough battle, the security forces, who are naturally afraid of death, can't do much.
The remaining bandits had already agreed that they would only work but not contribute. In fact, in Hu Yi's view, even if the bandits came up, there was no need to worry. It was impossible for a ragtag group to become an elite in one day!
A big reason why Hu Yi can fight in positional warfare with peace of mind is because of the equipment of the friendly troops next to him!
Hu Yi, who had always felt good about himself in the independent group, couldn't help but feel that he looked very shabby!
The friendly forces are less than the size of a battalion, submachine guns, semi-automatic rifles, mortars, steel helmets...
Not to mention that while fighting guerrillas, his military uniform is straight and his appearance is as neat as if he is about to be a groom...
He seemed to have experienced this kind of scenery before. He could see clearly that the friendly army was definitely composed of carefully selected soldiers.
Hu Yi didn't know what their purpose was for coming here, and he wasn't interested in knowing it. If asked, they probably wouldn't tell.
He took out his pocket watch and took a quick look at it, then stuffed it directly into his pocket, over to the friendly forces. One platoon leader wore a watch on his hand.
It was almost four o'clock, and it would be dark in about two hours.
The Japanese don't have much time to encircle us.
The strength of the security forces is estimated to be three or four companies, and there are more than a thousand bandits. It is natural that the Japanese will adopt a comprehensive offensive method of crushing them.
Hu Yi put down the telescope, thought for a while, and immediately gave an order to the correspondent next to him: "Blow the whistle and notify all departments. From now on, each platoon will lift the shooting restrictions and shoot freely at everyone who comes towards our defense line."
Hu Yi's order immediately made the eyes of Xiao Hongying, who was drooling not far away, light up. At this time, she had long forgotten the artillery behind her, and stared directly at the friendly soldier in front of her and asked: "Can you let me hit that A shot from a Japanese official?"
"I said you're a bastard, you'd better rest here. The Japs are one mile away. Are you kidding me?" The friendly soldier knew that this man seemed to have a good relationship with Battalion Commander Hu, so he conveniently moved the little braid who was standing on the ammunition box. Press low and fall straight into the trench.
The girl was not angry at all: "Who said the shot was inaccurate? I can hit the target four hundred meters away with a Japanese rifle!"
The soldier smiled: "You are bragging and you don't even look at the place..."
Not far away, Long Fanzhang turned his head and glanced at the girl with some surprise: "At a distance of more than 500 meters, even a sniper rifle may not be able to shoot accurately..."
The girl grasped the key and immediately widened her eyes: "Do you have a sniper rifle?"
When she was studying in the division, she heard the instructor say that no matter what enemy sniper there was, he could kill hundreds of international friendly comrades by himself.
Speaking of which, she originally had a rifle with a sniper scope mounted on it! The sight was still in Li Xiang's bag. Unfortunately, when Ma Liang went back this time, he didn't bring over her 38-meter rifle that couldn't aim properly, which made the girl feel very unhappy.
What makes the girl drool is naturally the Garand rifle in the hands of the friendly soldiers next to her...
I heard from the artillery platoon leader that the friendly rifles are better than the 38-meter rifles!
So she turned back and set her sights on a new target.
"Yes, yes, but I didn't bring it with me!" Long Fanzhang looked at the girl who obviously had a good relationship with Hu Yi and nodded.
"It's not for nothing!" Xiao Hongying curled her lips helplessly, moved an empty ammunition box, stepped on it and looked northward with the friendly soldiers next to her.
Then she took out her big eye paddle and waited.
The friendly soldiers next to him occasionally looked back and burst into laughter.
The girl was so confused by the laughter that she had no choice but to ask sheepishly: "What are you laughing at?"
"This is a battlefield, you get a pistol for self-defense...it made me laugh..."
The girl looked anxious when she was laughed at: "You have to fuck your ass. When you die, I will pick up your gun and use it..."
The soldier was choked, but he was not angry. He smiled proudly: "Haha, I have been fighting from Nanjing City to here, and the Japanese who can kill me have not yet been born..."
"Anti-gun!"
As the observer shouted, interrupting the conversation between the two, the soldier lying beside the trench immediately pulled his gun and slid into the trench. He curled up into a ball and got into the trench. He put the door panel on it and covered it with a foot. In a simple shell-proof cave in thick soil.
Boom, the grenade hit thirty or forty meters behind the trench, causing only a slight tremor.
Judging from the sound, it should be a grenade fired from a grenade.
After a pause for a few seconds, there was another round, and then it became a double burst, two rounds, three rounds...
Smoke soon filled the open field, but unfortunately the guerrillas' position was too wide. After five rounds, the grenade stopped firing.
Everyone was still surprised, and those who were close to the cave entrance immediately poked their heads out of the crowded shell-proof cave to take a look.
Phew...a high-pitched whistle came, and the Japanese mortars began to test fire.
The guy who stuck his head out quickly retracted his head with a whoosh. The grenade grenade and the mortar grenade are completely different concepts!
Boom... The ground shook violently, and the shells also hit far, exploding in the open field and splashing a large mud rain.
Whoosh... one scream after another, followed by continuous explosions.
The violent vibration caused the sand above the shell hole to continuously fall down, get into the collar, and blur the sight in the small space.
The dust penetrated into the lungs from the nose, causing bursts of coughing...
There was a buzzing in their ears, and many people shook their heads, trying to shake the buzzing out of their heads.
The soldier crowded next to the girl suddenly muttered: "This little devil is quite arrogant... I will have to beat the shit out of him sooner or later..."
The girl next to her shook her pigtails, shook the dust off her head, and immediately answered with wide eyes: "What did you say?"
The soldier was stunned for a moment and said with a dark face: "I said the Japanese only had two mortars, and they were quite arrogant..."
The girl had already covered her mouth and nose with a towel. At this moment, she was playing with a magazine in her hand and said deliberately: "Hey, why are there eight bullets in this bullet?"
The soldier quickly stretched out his hand, snatched the magazine from the girl's hand, and stuffed it directly into his own bullet box: "This is called Big Eight...where did you get it?"
The girl didn't pay attention and immediately took out another one from her pocket: "Hey, brother Wang Bochuan gave it to me..."
"Wang Bochuan?" The soldier was stunned for a moment: "The one who was shot... is a prodigal son. Let me tell you, this bullet has a different caliber than the 79 rifle you have, so you can't use it at all..."
"Then you send us bullets...what do you mean?"
The soldier explained: "Most of the bullets given to you are .92 bullets. These bullets are of .62 caliber and are one size smaller..."
"How come I haven't seen this gun of yours before?"
"Tch, there are a lot of things you haven't used yet... Let me tell you, this is armaments aided by the US. It was airlifted from Yunnan for testing. There is no need to pull the bolt! Do you understand?" The soldier proudly pulled on the gun belt and pulled the gun belt. He put the rifle with the safety on in front of the girl.
The girl weighed the gun in the soldier's hand and muttered: "It looks much heavier than the 79 rifle..."
"I'm not bragging. Except for paratroopers in the entire North China, there will never be more than two hundred soldiers in our army. But seeing as you like guns so much, a smaller version of the carbine is quite suitable for you..."
"No need to pull the bolt? Isn't that just a machine gun?"
The soldier deliberately showed off: "Oh...you girl, you know a lot...uh...let me tell you, if you hold the trigger of the machine gun and don't release the machine gun bullets, it will keep firing. This gun will fire once." The trigger can only fire one bullet, do you understand?"
"I understand... this gun is really good..." The girl was quite envious: "Isn't it just like a shell gun?"
Regardless of whether she is using a 38-inch cap or a 79-inch rifle, every time the girl shoots, just pulling the bolt takes half of her time.
The two of them had an extremely lively conversation in the dusty shell-proof cave, like they had been old friends for many years.
"The enemy is coming!" The observer yelled, directly interrupting the conversation between the two.
The shelling ended just as quickly as it came.
A large group of people began to get out of the shell-proof holes and entered combat positions.
To the north, the bandits had formed up and came out of Zhaozhuang Village. Behind them, the security forces were watching, and the bandits were slowly marching southward with mournful faces.
The soldiers on the battlefield, without exception, would occasionally turn their eyes to take a look at the Iron Bastard on the road west of the village.
Fortunately, the bastard didn't move.
...
Another month has passed. Thanks to my brothers for their support. Before I knew it, it was almost two million words.
There are so many things going on at the end of the year, and I suddenly feel a lot more interested...
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
When asked about Garland, he said that there was no support for Chiang Kai-shek in the Lend-Lease Act.
But don't forget that the US military left at least 100,000 when they surrendered to the Japanese in the Philippines.
The Japanese did not like firearms other than the 38-type rifle at all (mainly because the Japanese emphasized shooting accuracy, coupled with insufficient resources, they simply could not bear the logistical pressure of bullets from bolt-action automatic rifles), but they still developed the 100-style submachine gun in the later stages of the war. ) so that Garland flowed into the country very early.
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