Three hits?
That is the ideal state, with a foundation in artillery and good weapon maintenance.
Let the Eighth Route Army hit three hits. It is rare to achieve this result in this period.
This is not because the technology of the Eighth Route Army is not good, but because of the lack of practice. Every bullet is precious.
In the early 1940s, the Eighth Route Army had less than 500 rounds of heavy artillery shells, and not many light artillery shells. Therefore, there were many sharpshooters during this period, but not many people who were accurate in artillery shooting. Another point is that artillerymen must have mathematical skills to shoot accurately. Basic.
So after listening to Kurosaki's remarks, Xu San smiled and said, "The new regiment does not have such powerful artillery. Besides, Sun Changhai is not a fool. Didn't he find that the mortars will not be moved? How many more rounds are they allowed to fire now?" Guns embolden you, and they can probably scare themselves to death. Kurosaki-kun, the special forces are elites. Don't always use the standards of elites to judge the rabble."
As he spoke, the gunshots from the Japs' position became much more intensive, and at the same time there were more explosions of grenades and grenades.
Kurosaki raised his eyebrows, was silent for a while, and said, "I'm worried, I want to go over there and have a look." Then he looked at the small high ground occupied by the Japanese.
Although Kurosaki nominally retired and went to work in a newspaper, he actually still worked for the Japanese military headquarters and was affiliated with the Yamamoto Special Forces. At this time, as a qualified soldier, he was still very concerned about his own side.
"Let's go over to the position in front after seeing it." Xu San did not object strongly, and as a traitor, he must look like a traitor. If he never goes over, it would be a bit unjustifiable.
After dawdling for a while and pretending to inspect a position, Xu San took Kurosaki to the small highland where the Japanese were, but during this period, he secretly used the walkie-talkie to notify Ding Wei that he was going there.
As for whether Ding Wei responded, he didn't know.
A walkie-talkie is not a phone, nor is it WeChat. Once you send a message, the other party will definitely receive it. Even if you receive a reply, Xu San may not necessarily receive it. After all, there are Kurosaki and many puppet troops around him. It is not very convenient to speak.
The high ground where the Japs were located could be regarded as the highest point of the entire cement plant. Although it was located a little further forward, this position was very important. For the new group belonging to the attackers, it was a high ground that required strength to capture.
Although it was an act, Ding Wei felt that he should be serious about pretending to attack. It would not be in line with his command style to leave such an important high ground unoccupied, so as soon as the appointed time came, he ordered the first battalion to seize this high ground. .
In addition, if we capture this high ground, it will also play a big role in the sneak attack on the granary tomorrow.
Ding Wei's new regiment had artillery and a lot of artillery shells, but Zhao Mingyuan, the commander of the first battalion who was used to living in poverty, was reluctant to use mortars and asked two squads of soldiers to charge when they came up. As a result, they couldn't even reach half the distance. Before they could reach it, they were pushed back by the fire of two machine guns.
No one was killed, but the record of three people seriously injured and seven or eight people slightly injured immediately turned him into a disgrace.
"Bah!" Zhao Mingyuan spat, and said with a livid face, "The firepower of the little devil is strong enough! For the third platoon, attack frontally for five minutes, and for the fourth platoon, send a squad to touch it from the left wing."
"Yes!" The two platoon leaders accepted the order and went down to assign tasks.
At the same time as Zhao Mingyuan laid out the order, the little devil also moved his position through the traffic trench.
One battalion fights one class, that's not chickens fucking grasshoppers. This was Zhao Mingyuan's idea when he received the mission, and it was also Ding Wei's idea.
After staying for a long time, there was no actual combat, and the body's reaction was somewhat sluggish.
There is daily training, but the training due to lack of ammunition has always lacked a bit of flavor. In addition, the new regiment suffered a lot of losses in the duck dock, resulting in a lot of new recruits now.
For various reasons, the combat effectiveness of the First Battalion was significantly different from that of the Duck dock period.
After the first attack, although Zhao Mingyuan once again blocked the second round of attack, the Japanese also formed a defense at the same time.
Darkness is the best cover. Through the gunfire, the firepower point that Zhao Mingyuan and the soldiers remembered has completely changed its position at this moment.
When the Japanese machine guns rang out again, Zhao Mingyuan knew something was wrong and ordered the soldiers to withdraw immediately.
However, a platoon that rushed forward was pinned to the spot by the crossfire of two machine guns and could not raise its head.
Zhao Mingyuan saw that the momentum was not right, and immediately issued an order to withdraw, "Grenade, machine gun suppression, let the third row withdraw!"
In this way, with the participation of machine guns and grenade launchers, the first battalion and the Japanese officially started fighting.
After this beating, Zhao Mingyuan immediately complained in agony.
Although the new recruits were led by veterans, their reaction was always half a beat too slow. In this way, the third platoon suffered battle losses in this attack, and three soldiers were sacrificed. If Zhao Mingyuan had not issued the order in time, the number of people who died in the third platoon would have been reduced. There may be more.
The Japanese defenses were so strong that they couldn't even explode with a grenade. If there wasn't a sharpshooter in his camp who could suppress two machine guns, Zhao Mingyuan would have killed him. However, Ding Wei issued a death order that the high ground must be taken, but the casualties should not exceed thirty people, otherwise it would not be worth taking the high ground.
After a fierce exchange of fire, the third platoon finally withdrew.
Platoon leader Wang Xi also suffered a penetrating injury on his shoulder. He simply bandaged it and came to Zhao Ming. "Batalion Commander! Give me another chance. I will rush forward this time!"
Seeing that Wang Xishang was still bleeding, Zhao Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Take the soldiers down first to treat the injuries!"
"Battal Commander! The third platoon can still fight! I guarantee that we can win the high ground this time!"
"Get down!" Zhao Mingyuan said sharply.
"yes!"
Without any further struggle, Wang Xi, the third platoon leader, led the soldiers to deal with the injuries with unwillingness. He knew that tonight's battle might have nothing to do with him.
Looking at Wang Xi's unwilling back, Zhao Mingyuan said, "Take good care of your injury! There will be a tougher battle to fight tomorrow!"
Wang Xi paused for a moment, and the unwillingness on his face disappeared, replaced by a high-spirited fighting spirit.
A squad that was preparing to go back from the left wing also withdrew at this time, because their actions were discovered by the Japanese, so even if they continued to attack by force, it would be meaningless and would cause unnecessary casualties.
Zhao Mingyuan frowned and pondered. He probably had some clues about this highland firepower configuration at this moment. It was precisely because of this clue that he knew it was not easy to fight.
If there was no limit of thirty casualties, he was confident that he would definitely be able to fight it off.
But it was precisely because of this restriction that he was so timid.
After thinking for a while, he seemed to have made a strong decision, "Damn it! It's too late! Get on the mortar and let the artillery platoon prepare!" (End of Chapter)
