A little more time passed, and Zhao Mingyuan, with a sad face, once again received Ding Wei's order: launch a surprise attack in an hour, and be sure to capture the high ground!
At the same time, Ding Wei also canceled the casualty indicator.
After listening to the signal soldier's order, Zhao Mingyuan's frown finally relaxed.
Looking at Zhao Mingyuan who relaxed his brows, the communications soldier who passed the order came to his side and whispered, "The regiment leader also has a message for me to tell you."
Seeing the mysterious look of the messenger, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly became interested and asked in a low voice, "What's the message?"
"The leader said, if possible, don't leave alive!"
Zhao Mingyuan's expression changed slightly, "I understand!"
In fact, even without Ding Wei's message, Zhao Mingyuan planned to do this. After all, the hatred with the Japanese could not be resolved simply by surrendering the gun and not killing.
After the messenger left, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly felt relaxed. Without the casualty indicator, he felt as if he had removed the Sun Wukong who was wearing a tight band, and his head suddenly became much clearer.
He called his subordinates to start arranging combat tasks again. After the arrangements were completed, someone asked, "Battalion Commander, the casualties may be higher in this fight."
"The regiment leader has canceled the casualty quota, allowing us to fight as we like!" Zhao Mingyuan said with a smile.
"Great! The leader finally thought about it!"
"The captain also has the difficulties of the captain. We can't understand it if we are not in his position! Stop talking nonsense, go back and rest quickly, and prepare to attack in an hour! This time we must take this high ground, such a big fucking high ground , we actually rushed three times and still didn’t win. There is no limit on the fourth one. If we can’t defeat it again, then we’ll just wait and make the Second Battalion laugh when we go back!”
"Yes! I promise to complete the mission this time!" The two company commanders in charge of this battle saluted and went down.
The headquarters became quiet again. Zhao Mingyuan looked at the simple fortification structure diagram, sighed, and said to himself, "I hope the casualties will not be too great, but why does the regiment commander want to attack again after an hour? Yes? To cooperate with the Second Battalion? But isn’t the Second Battalion a fake fight?”
After rubbing his forehead, he left the headquarters. This time he planned to capture the high ground in one attack, so he prepared to command on the spot.
Scattered gunshots came from the second battalion. They sounded weak, as if they were just doing errands.
Shaking his head, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly began to sympathize with Shi Zhijian at this moment, because the fake beating was much more uncomfortable than the real beating.
An hour later, Zhao Mingyuan launched an assault on time under the moonlight. The front was attacked by two platoons from the same company. Two platoons were already at their limit. If there were any more, there would be too many casualties. Although Ding Wei canceled the casualties. indicators, but the casualties must be minimized.
After the battle started, two sharp knife squads were dispatched from the left and right wings, waiting for an opportunity to double-team.
The charge began, and the Japanese machine guns began to roar again, hitting the bodies of the Eighth Route Army soldiers.
A soldier fell, and the soldier behind immediately took his place and rushed forward without hesitation.
The three attacks were fruitless, which made the soldiers of the first battalion feel angry, so this charge was more unhesitating than in usual training.
Zhao Mingyuan also participated in the battle and the charge. During the charge, he felt that although the enemy's firepower was fierce, the accuracy seemed not as good as before, and the suppression of the machine gun did not seem to be that strong. There was an obvious gap in the firepower of the two machine guns. Much bigger.
As a commander, after discovering the problem, he immediately made corresponding arrangements.
When the sharpshooter killed one of the Japs' machine gun shooters, a vacuum immediately appeared in the Japs' fire suppression.
Without giving up the fleeting opportunity, Zhao Mingyuan immediately took the lead and rushed forward with the soldiers.
The Japanese's original Tietong-like defense also collapsed during this charge. Together with the soldiers outflanking them on both sides, the first battalion occupied the high ground in less than twenty minutes.
It was just the last bunker, which was a little more difficult to crack, but in the end, at the cost of three people being seriously injured and one person dying, an explosive package was successfully inserted.
The gunfire subsided and the wounded were treated, everything was going on in an orderly manner.
Zhao Mingyuan did not rest until the battle was over. He had to continue to carry out the commander's orders.
No one left alive!
As a result, all ten Japs were killed, and none of them needed a last hit.
A little disappointed, Zhao Mingyuan suddenly sniffed, frowned, and then asked, "What does it smell like? It smells so bad! Who seems to have pooped it?"
"Report! It's a Japanese!" A soldier who was touching the corpse said holding his breath.
"Pull?"
"It's all in your crotch!" the soldier said with a grimace.
"I'm here too, and all the machine gunners and deputy machine gunners have been mobilized!" A soldier in a machine gun fortification not far away also said.
"Ah?!" Zhao Mingyuan encountered this situation for the first time, but he immediately thought of another possibility, that is, one of his own people poisoned the Japanese.
Thinking of this, he immediately left here and went to other fortifications to confirm.
The result was just as expected, all ten Japs were killed.
When they first attacked, the smell was not strong, but as the loot was collected and the corpses were turned over, the smell slowly spread.
The mixture of blood and excrement smell created an indescribable smell that even tough Eighth Route Army soldiers couldn't stand, and some even couldn't bear it and vomited.
Seeing this situation, Zhao Mingyuan immediately shouted loudly, "First company commander!"
"have!"
"Arrange a platoon to clean up the battlefield!"
"Isn't it already being cleaned?" the first company commander asked doubtfully.
"I'm talking about those Japs. Clean them up quickly! We still have to defend this high ground! Do you want to fight the Japs with this smell?"
"No!" the company commander replied.
After the ammunition was cleared, two crooked-handled light machine guns were seized, two from the Southern Fourteenth and eighteen from the Three-Eighth Large Cap, as well as a large number of grenades and grenade launchers. In addition to these, what made Zhao Mingyuan most happy was that there was also a small box Medicines, this small medicine box may not look big, but it is packed to the brim. It contains not only sulfonamides and aspirin, but also two MFs.
Looking at this box of medicine bottles, Zhao Mingyuan swallowed his saliva, and without daring to delay, he immediately had someone pack it up and send it to Ding Wei.
Subsequent troops have also arrived, and the fortifications must continue to be repaired.
This will become an important battlefield tomorrow, and it will be much more difficult for them to defend than the Japanese, because tomorrow, they will defend not just one side, but three sides, oh, it should be two sides, and the puppet army can be ignored Excluding.
The casualties were also tallied up at this time. A total of twenty-seven soldiers were killed and thirty-nine were seriously injured in the highland captured. (End of chapter)
