"Wait, captain." Wang Yousheng whispered, "I'll let the 105 howitzer battery fire first."
Wang Xikui said: "Hurry up and call for artillery support, otherwise the Japanese officials will run away."
After finishing speaking, Wang Xikui continued to raise the San Ba Gai and aim forward.
Although it was difficult to see clearly the military rank worn by the Japs on their epaulettes due to the darkness, the person riding on the horse must be a Japs high-ranking official. Killing them first would be better than killing the Japs' auto soldiers, shrimps, soldiers, and generals, right?
Besides, even if they didn't kill one or two high-ranking Japanese officials, Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng would still have to call in artillery fire to blast the little Japanese when they saw them escaping.
If you really want to escape, there is no way.
After a while, Wang Yousheng hung up the high-power walkie-talkie and whispered: "Captain, the cannon has been fired."
While speaking, Wang Yousheng quickly raised the Type 38 rifle in his hand, pushed the bullet into the chamber, and aimed at one of the Japanese officers.
The location of the artillery group is about 7 kilometers away from here. It takes nearly 20 seconds for the artillery shells to fly from the chamber to here.
Miura Saburo and Ono Binfu had no idea that their heads had been locked.
Not only were the two old devils unaware of the danger, but they were chatting while riding horses.
Binfu Ohno urged his horse to catch up with Saburo Miura.
"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander," Ohno Binfu said, "This mopping up operation is considered a failure. Not only our 10th Division, but also the other four second-line divisions will probably retreat."
"The other four second-line divisions should not retreat so quickly." Miura Saburo said solemnly, "They will definitely take away all the food in the Eighth Route Bandit Area."
"In this way, the Locust Army's mopping up operation this time is not without success." Ohno Binfu said, "These unscrupulous Chinese people will probably starve to death next year."
"Next year?" Miura Saburo snorted coldly, "Northwestern Shanxi is originally an area with barren land, and the grain output is not enough to eat. There are many Chinese people waiting for autumn grain to save their lives. Without autumn grain, the Chinese people can't even survive this winter. Don’t go there.”
While the two were talking, Colonel Eisuke Suzuki, captain of the 39th Regiment, chased after them on a military horse.
"Suzuki-kun, are you okay?"
Miura Saburo and Ono Binfu rode their horses to the roadside, and Miura Saburo asked Suzuki Eisuke.
"Brigade commander, please allow me to stay and lead two squadrons to block the new regiment." Suzuki Eisuke said with a decisive look on his face. He knew very well that staying would mean death in battle.
"idiot!"
Miura Saburo's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Bah!" Just as Miura Saburo was about to reprimand Suzuki Eisuke, he suddenly heard the sound of a 38-gun shot, and then he felt something suddenly penetrated his head from his temple.
Then, Miura Saburo instantly lost consciousness and fell off his horse like a wooden stake.
There was a gunshot immediately after, and Ohno Binfu was shot in the head almost at the same time, and fell down from his horse at the same time.
Suzuki Eisuke was also battle-hardened. The second the brigade commander and chief of staff were shot, he got off his horse, hid his body behind the horse, and exclaimed loudly: "Baga, there is a sniper!"
The Japs reacted quickly, rushing towards both sides with their rifles in hand.
Some Japanese masters determined the general direction from which the gunfire came, but did not fire at the first time because they could not see the specific target in the dark.
At this time, San Ba Da Gai's gunfire sounded again.
"Bah!"
"Bah!"
After two crisp gunshots, Suzuki Eisuke groaned twice and fell into a pool of blood.
Since Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng infiltrated the area disguised as Japanese soldiers, they did not bring sniper rifles with them, but used 38-gauge rifles.
After the two killed a Japanese officer with one shot, Wang Yousheng shot Suzuki Eisuke in the ankle again. Suzuki Eisuke lost support and knelt on the ground, and Wang Xikui shot him in the chest again.
The Japanese soldiers had been paying attention to the surrounding movements. The sound of the second shot and the muzzle flash exposed the positions of Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng.
"The sniper is over there, shoot!"
Some Japanese exclaimed loudly.
"Da da da……"
"Bah, bah, bah!"
The Japanese's light and heavy machine guns and Type 38 rifles immediately opened fire on the hillock where Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng were.
Bullets whizzed around above the heads of Wang Yousheng and Wang Xikui, sending up clouds of mud and mist in the soil in front of them. The two quickly lowered their heads.
At this moment, a sharp whistling sound sounded in the sky, and the 105mm artillery shells arrived as expected.
"Boom boom boom..."
The first round of 12 105mm high-explosive artillery shells exploded on the road and around it. Amidst the explosion sound like a landslide, fireballs and gunpowder smoke suddenly rose up.
Before the Japanese could recover, the second round of shells fell again.
The Japs suddenly had no time to worry about firing at the sniper point, and they all looked for positions to avoid the artillery fire.
"Wang Yousheng, retreat!" Taking advantage of the pause in Japanese firepower, Wang Xikui lay on the ground and retreated a few meters, then jumped up from the ground.
Wang Yousheng also quickly stepped back a few meters, then jumped up. The two of them were so focused that they overturned all the withered grass covering their bodies.
"It's a pity that there are only three Japanese officers."
"If a hundred Japanese officers come, I can knock down a hundred of them..."
While Wang Xikui was cursing, the two of them quickly disappeared into the night and went to join the corresponding Sharp Sword team members.
The 105th Howitzer Company poured five rounds of shells in the direction of the road and then stopped firing.
The purpose of this shelling was mainly to cover the retreat of Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng.
When the artillery fire stopped, the enemy's machine gun and grenade fire poured in on Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng.
After about two minutes, a group of Japanese guards rushed up the hill.
But unfortunately, Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng escaped long ago.
The Japanese guards could only fire randomly into the night, shooting several rows of bullets. The Japanese captain who was responsible for protecting the brigade headquarters suddenly collapsed on the ground.
The brigade commander and chief of staff were sniped to death right in front of his eyes, and he, the guard captain, would definitely be ordered to have his belly opened to apologize.
…
Almost at the moment when Wang Xikui sniped and killed the Japanese general.
Chen Feng, who was at the headquarters of the New Regiment a few kilometers away, received a notification tone from the system.
[A sniper under his employer successfully killed Major General Saburo Miura, commander of the 8th Brigade of the 10th Division of the Japanese Army, and received an opportunity for air support]
Did the sniper kill Saburo Miura?
Chen Feng was slightly startled.
He then guessed that it was probably Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng who did it. Just now, Wang Xikui and Wang Yousheng's infiltration team reported that the Japanese were already running away and requested fire support from the 105mm howitzer battery.
Chen Feng looked at Li Yunlong, who was staring at the map in deep thought, and thought that Li Yunlong was lucky enough to receive another air support.
You know, if air support is used properly, a Japanese regiment can be killed with a minimum probability.
And this was also the fifth Japanese major general killed by the new regiment.
(End of chapter)
