Just as he was about to take a rest, several blurry figures suddenly flashed into his field of vision.
Second Lieutenant Takahashi's nerves that had just calmed down could only be tense again. He quickly raised his telescope and looked at the target, and then he was stunned with fear.
There were at least forty or fifty people on the other side, and there was a lot of cheering. Some were carrying shovels, and some were carrying wooden sticks. They moved toward the railway line in an organized manner, preparing to cause damage.
If there is no way to stop it, they can completely destroy the two to three hundred meters long railway line in one hour.
Put down the telescope and sound the stronghold's alarm bell, trying to scare the enemy away with the siren sound.
But he miscalculated.
The forty or fifty enemies were completely unaffected and continued to approach the railway, running faster and faster...
"Sir, the enemy is more than 500 meters away from us, so it is difficult for the rifle machine gun to threaten them!" Chief Cao, who hurried over, made a visual inspection and made a judgment.
After hesitating for two seconds, he looked at the infantry artillery unit leader: "The infantry artillery should be able to defeat them. How about letting the infantry artillery fire a few shots at them?"
"No!" Before the captain of the infantry artillery unit could speak, Second Lieutenant Takahashi objected without hesitation.
"Our opponents are destroying the railway lines. What if the infantry artillery blows up the railway? Can you bear this responsibility?"
Captain Cao was so frightened that he couldn't say a word. He quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "Captain, please calm down, I was really careless just now!"
"The enemy has rushed onto the railway line. We must fight back immediately. Please give the captain an order!"
"The troops go out and defeat them... It's best to kill them. It will serve as a warning to the surrounding guerrillas and local troops, so that they will not dare to think about returning to the railway near the stronghold eastward!"
"The infantry artillery detachment and a squad of Imperial Alliance Army defend the stronghold..."
"The others will attack me...if everything goes well, we will be back victorious in fifteen minutes at most!"
Including Second Lieutenant Takahashi, sixteen Japanese soldiers led twenty puppet troops out of the stronghold, formed a battle formation and rushed towards the assault platoon.
Huang Yu was overjoyed to see it.
There are less than 60 Japanese and puppet troops left in the stronghold. Hula, more than 30 Japanese and puppet troops rush out at once. Kill them, and the remaining troops in the stronghold will be reduced to more than 20 people. They are all puppet troops with little combat effectiveness.
With the gunner, the infiltration team will definitely be able to break into the stronghold easily...
Immediately ordered Zhong Chengjun: "Take a few veterans to the entrance and exit of the stronghold and stand by, all equipped with submachine guns, and block the Japanese and puppet troops who break out of the stronghold..."
"All the others lay down, loaded their bullets, and waited for the Japanese and puppet troops to rush a hundred meters ahead and attack them head-on!"
Submachine guns, rifles, and light machine guns opened fire at the same time, and the dense rain of bullets instantly knocked the front row of Japanese and puppet soldiers to the ground.
The Japanese machine gunners and grenade launchers didn't even have a chance to escape. As soon as the gun went off, their chests were beaten into a hornet's nest...
Second Lieutenant Takahashi rushed into the middle of the team and luckily escaped the first round of bullets.
But I was in a very bad mood, and my face was full of despair.
The opponent's exposed firepower was too fierce. In just one raid, more than half of the fifteen subordinates he had brought out of the stronghold were killed. The Imperial Alliance Army also suffered casualties of more than one squad...
He turned around and ran back, shouting loudly: "We were fooled!"
"The people who destroyed the railway were the main force of the Eighth Route Army, not the guerrillas and local troops..."
"Hurry back to the stronghold...quickly..."
"Click, click, click..." the sound of machine gun fire kept ringing behind Second Lieutenant Takahashi. Its longer range than a submachine gun allowed them to pursue the retreating Japanese and puppet troops.
Soldiers continued to be shot, and Captain Takahashi was not spared either. He only ran more than fifty meters before he was shot in the back and fell to the ground...
Zhong Chengjun blocked the entrance to the stronghold, and without firing a single bullet, more than thirty Japanese and puppet troops were killed.
"Bring the crooked handles and grenade launchers equipped by the Japanese, and pretend to attack the stronghold from the front... The infiltration team will follow me and try to end the battle within half an hour!" Huang Yu ordered with confidence while holding a submachine gun.
The entire counterattack force was wiped out, and there were only ten Imperial Army troops left to fight in the huge stronghold. However, there were forty or fifty Eighth Route Army troops rushing towards them, and they were also equipped with a large number of light machine guns and grenade launchers...
The disparity in troop strength and firepower caused the captain of the infantry artillery unit to panic, and he had no confidence at all to defend the stronghold.
But he was the only officer left here, and it was impossible for him to surrender and become a prisoner.
We can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, bite the bullet and command our subordinates to wait for help...
"Everyone entered the artillery towers and bunkers to block the Eighth Route Army...the artillery detachment changed into rifles and joined the battle together!"
The squad leader was not an infantryman and had no experience in infantry command. He did not know how to prevent the opponent from attacking in the east or west in a war.
When I saw forty or fifty Eighth Route Army soldiers coming towards the main entrance of the stronghold, I panicked and guarded all my troops at the main entrance, without even thinking about defending the rear and flanks.
Of course, even if he thought about it, he didn't have the troops on hand to protect the flanks and back.
"Platoon leader, the Japs seem to have been led to the gate by the deputy platoon leader!" The defensive position in front of Wei Dayong was in sharp contrast to the firefight at the gate of the stronghold. It was quiet and there was no movement at all.
"That's not bad, it's just convenient for us to infiltrate!" Huang Yu answered.
With a wave of his hand, he led the infiltration team towards the stronghold.
The firefight at the front door became more and more intense, even grenades were used, and several explosions were heard from time to time.
This was Zhong Chengjun's deliberate intensification of his offensive to attract more Japanese and puppet troops to the main entrance and create conditions for him to infiltrate the stronghold.
Huang Yu lived up to his good intentions and moved faster and faster, reaching the deep ditch outside the stronghold in two or three minutes.
In order to prevent the attacking troops from quickly approaching the stronghold, the Japanese army would dig a deep trench around the stronghold...
It is more than three meters wide and one meter deep. There is also a barbed wire fence on the side close to the stronghold. Most people have to use tools to cross it.
The addition of Wei Dayong made this deep trench instantly useless.
Without hesitation, he jumped down and climbed to the other side of the ditch with one more run-up...
Use vise to cut the barbed wire, and it only takes half a minute to open a gap...
The two-meter-high wall was not an obstacle in Wei Dayong's eyes. He didn't even need to run. He stepped on Huang Yu's hand with one foot, and with the push from Huang Yu, he climbed up the wall with a single bounce...
When it was the second soldier's turn, Huang Yu sent him off on the ground, while Wei Dayong pulled him up on the courtyard wall, and climbed up the courtyard wall easily...
"Platoon leader... We really don't have any little devils here..." Wei Dayong hid on the wall of the courtyard and scanned the surrounding area. Huang Yu climbed up and reported excitedly.
"I didn't expect the Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold to be so stupid. They didn't even leave the guard post. Stop talking nonsense...enter the stronghold immediately and kill them!" Huang Yu ordered as he jumped off the courtyard wall.
Holding a submachine gun in both hands, he bent down and slowly walked towards the main entrance of the stronghold, ready to shoot at any time...
The twenty-odd Japanese and puppet troops were all hiding in gun towers and bunkers. They only had rifles, and their firepower was far inferior to that of the Eighth Route Army. They had to use their fastest fire speed to fire bullets outward to increase the density of firepower. Attention was also focused on the feint attacking troops.
People look behind themselves.
Four grenades emitting white smoke hit them and they were not noticed.
"Boom boom boom..."
The explosion suddenly sounded, and the confined space allowed the grenade to exert its power to the extreme. The Japanese and puppet troops were immediately killed and injured, and screams could be heard from the gun tower.
Only then did other Japanese and puppet troops see the Eighth Route Army suddenly appearing behind them.
Each one of them looked like they had seen a ghost, with expressions of fear on their faces...
A few Japanese and puppet troops wanted to fight back with guns, but Huang Yu was faster...
"Tu tu tu tu..."
A half-foot-long tongue of flame spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and the three Japanese and puppet soldiers were beaten into pieces as soon as they showed the action of raising their guns.
"Tu tu tu tu..."
Wei Dayong and the remaining two veterans opened fire one after another, and the dense rain of bullets instantly blinded the remaining Japanese and puppet troops, leaving them helpless.
In close-range firefights, the MP38 submachine gun is definitely the king of firepower among small arms.
As soon as he fired, Sanba Dagai and Hanyang Zao didn't even have a chance to fire...
Of the more than twenty Japanese and puppet troops, only five were lying on the ground as prisoners. The others were either beaten into sieves or blown up by grenades into stumps and limbs...
The Donghui stronghold was too large and the assault platoon's strength was limited, so Huang Yu had to clean the battlefield himself.
Follow the prisoners straight to the stronghold's ammunition depot and artillery unit station.
The infantry artillery was mounted in the center of the open space, with four ammunition boxes piled next to it. One box was opened, and five artillery shells were neatly placed inside...
"Sir, this is the infantry gun you are looking for!" the prisoner pointed at the infantry gun and introduced it with a flattering look.
"The Imperial Army...no, they are the Japanese..."
"They guarded it like a treasure and wouldn't let us touch it."
"Behind the artillery detachment is the ammunition depot. I entered it once and there were a lot of artillery shells piled inside..."
"Without the Japanese's permission, we can't even get within ten meters of the ammunition depot!"
Huang Yu took one look at the infantry artillery and knew that the Japs were well maintained and would not be a problem for another seven or eight years. He was even more looking forward to the next ammunition depot and gave the order directly.
"Lead the way!"
Opening the door, the scene in front of him really lived up to Huang Yu's expectations.
Cannonball boxes were piled neatly in the house. At a glance, there were at least fifty of them.
There are fifty or sixty other boxes of various sizes piled next to them, all of which contain bullets and grenades that the troops urgently need...
"Old Zhong, look for transportation right away. Whether you buy it or borrow it, you must transport all the good things in the stronghold back!"
At the Zhuma Village stronghold, after the three gun towers were called out one by one by infantry artillery, the blocking firepower in the stronghold was instantly reduced by more than half.
The sparse firepower was no longer able to destroy the independent regiment's mobile bunkers, and they could only watch helplessly as they established new offensive positions under their noses.
The Japanese commander has been replaced by Captain Hiraoka, who is frowning and thinking about ways to break the situation.
Less than ten of the more than forty additional members of the special agent team were buried. As the commander, Ichiro Koizumi was bound to bear the responsibility for the defeat just now. He had no shame to continue commanding the troops and had to return the command to Captain Hiraoka.
