Xu San was lying on the wall, with only half of his head exposed. He squinted his eyes and looked into the depths of the grain warehouse.
Deep in the granary, granaries more than three meters high are neatly arranged. They look particularly spectacular under the dim light. Although we don’t know how much grain is stored here, we conservatively estimate that there should be several thousand tons. .
Compared to the arsenal, there were far fewer guards patrolling the grain depot. Only a few Japs could be seen flickering in and out of the aisles between the granaries. Looking at the patrolling Japs, Xu San silently calculated their progress in his heart. route, after waiting for a suitable opportunity, he immediately lowered his head and said to Zhou Jiancai, "There is no one left! You can go on!"
After saying that, Xu San turned over and jumped down.
"Bump~" His feet landed on the ground, making a dull sound, and at the same time, a shock swept through his body, but this shock was removed by Xu San with a forward roll.
Turning around and looking up at the four-meter high wall, he couldn't help but think of the time when he had just traveled through time, when the little rich woman climbed over the wall and sprained her foot.
Although the soldiers of the reconnaissance company were much more skilled than the little rich woman, just in case, Xu San still went to the base of the wall to help the soldiers who jumped down, reducing the buffering force for them when they landed. The volume of the drop point is adjusted to avoid attracting the attention of the Japanese.
Soon, after Zhou Jiancai landed, Xu San and the eleven soldiers of the reconnaissance company disappeared into the darkness.
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Near twelve o'clock, the Second Battalion of the New Regiment had quietly left. Dozens of scarecrows were placed on the long front as disguises, while the soldiers of the New Regiment had already touched the original Third Battalion under the moonlight. At the foot of the highland mountains, they lurked and prepared to attack.
On the other side of the foot of the mountain, the Third Battalion also returned to the high ground after the ambush, waiting to kill a carbine.
The commander of the third battalion, Gao Bo, looked at his watch and saw that there was still one minute before twelve o'clock. He whispered, "Tell the artillery to prepare. At twelve o'clock, I will fire hard and shoot out all the shells. Immediately after the shooting, Evacuate the battlefield."
"Yes!" The orderly soldier agreed and trotted off to deliver the order.
Gao Bo raised his wrist again and stared at the second hand on his watch.
The second hand moved one by one and made a "da~da~da" sound.
Gao Bo held his breath and waited for it to point to the twelve o'clock position.
As the second hand moved, Gao Bo found himself in a very strange state, as if this watch was the only one in the world at this moment.
Finally, the hour, minute, and second hands on the watch merge into one.
At this moment, the sound of "barrel~" and "barrel~" came from the artillery array behind them, and then the artillery shells fell on the high ground.
"Boom~"
"Boom~"
"Boom~"
The shells fell sparsely, waking up the Japanese who were still in a daze.
After the artillery fire passed, Gao Bo stood up from the bunker, raised his arms and shouted, "Follow me!"
As the order was issued, all the soldiers of the third battalion rushed out of the bunker and charged towards the high ground.
"Da da da~"
"Bang~"
"Boom~"
The machine guns on the high ground began to roar, and the Japanese counterattack began, instantly stopping the charge rhythm.
"Charge!" Gao Bo stopped for a moment and shouted loudly.
As soon as the words fell, the trumpeter immediately took off the trumpet from his waist, raised his head, and took a deep breath.
"Didi didi~ da~ didi didi di~"
The sound of the charge horn not only improved the courage of the soldiers, but also served as a signal to the second battalion and to the soldiers who were lurking.
As the charge horn sounded, the second and third battalions increased the speed of their charge almost at the same time.
"Kill~~"
The shouts of killing nearly a thousand people from the two camps sounded almost simultaneously.
The soldiers were like arrows, charging towards the high ground at the fastest speed without fear of bullets.
The Eighth Route Army's Charge can not only increase its own momentum, but also reduce the enemy's momentum. Faced with the roar of mountains and tsunamis and the tide of soldiers, even well-trained Japanese soldiers will feel chilled.
While the Japanese were busy dealing with the charging soldiers, in the trenches of the position, the soldiers who had been lying in wait for a long time broke through the wooden boards one after another.
They were different from the charging soldiers. After breaking through the wooden planks, they did not speak. They just used a knife and a pistol and silently began to harvest the Japanese who were still nesting in the fortifications.
At this step, the central flower suddenly hit the Japanese with his left hand, causing the Japanese who were still defending in an orderly manner to suddenly become chaotic. More than a dozen machines all misfired.
Without the suppression of machine guns, the charging soldiers rushed to the high ground like a stormy wave and drove down the Japanese who had occupied the high ground.
Gao Bo, who was standing on the high ground, stabbed a Japanese to death with his rifle, kicked him away, and immediately shouted loudly, "Continue to charge with the first and second companies! The third company is cleaning the battlefield. Remember you only have ten minutes." , pick up the useful ones, don't scratch any junk." After saying that, he threw down the rifle in his hand, picked up a new rifle from the ground and rushed down the mountain.
At the same time, Second Battalion Commander Shi Zhijian also issued orders similar to Gao Bo's.
The battle of the New Regiment has basically entered the final stage. This highland has no effect on the battle situation, so the second and third battalions are now tasked with seizing the time, using their morale to rush down the mountain, and defeat Tetsuya Koyama's reinforcements in one fell swoop.
Therefore, the power of a person who is good at fighting is like turning a boulder on a mountain of thousands of feet.
At the foot of the mountain, at Koyama Tetsuya's camp, half of a brigade's troops were stationed here.
Because the battle has been going relatively smoothly, the atmosphere here is not tense, and those who are not fighting have basically fallen asleep.
But as the battle on the high ground of the Third Battalion began, these people's dreams also ended.
Half asleep and half awake, I got up in a daze, and then gathered in formation to wait for orders.
On the other side, Tetsuya Koyama stood at the main seat in neat military uniform, listening to the latest battle situation.
After listening, he turned around and looked at the map. After thinking for a long time, he could not guess the real intention of the Eighth Route Army.
With a slight sigh, Koyama Tetsuya turned to the staff and subordinates and asked, "Everyone, the Eighth Route Army's actions are a bit abnormal. What do you think?"
"Colonel Koyama! I have a guess!" a staff officer came out and said.
"Say!" Koyama Tetsuya looked at the staff officer and said calmly.
"Hi!" The staff officer lowered his head, then walked to the combat map and picked up the baton.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard a rapid "report" sound coming from the door.
Koyama Tetsuya raised his eyebrows and said, "Come in."
As soon as the words fell, the door of the headquarters was pushed open, and then a Japanese man ran in in a panic, "Report to Colonel Xiaoshan that the Eighth Route Army has reached the camp and has broken through the first line of defense." (End of this chapter)
