At six o'clock in the afternoon, the Kwantung Army's pursuers were finally led into Changling.
Looking at the increasingly rugged mountains and dense forests around him, the Eighth Route Army he was chasing was like a loach. Several times during the march, he was about to catch up with them, but they suddenly slipped out from under his nose.
Let's go, the captain felt angry and nervous.
He has been fighting for more than ten years and has encountered all kinds of dangers, but he has never camped in such an environment.
My first subconscious reaction was to withdraw from the woods and set up camp.
But considering that the Eighth Route Army that he had finally targeted was likely to be lost here due to his retreat, and that it had been nearly four hours since he had been in the mountain, and he would have to walk back for another four hours if he wanted to withdraw from the forest, he couldn't help feeling.
Afraid.
While chasing the Eighth Route Army in the afternoon, cold gunfire and artillery fire kept ringing in his ears.
He thought of many countermeasures, including light and heavy machine guns, mortars, grenade launchers... he used all available weapons, but in the end he still couldn't do anything to the Eighth Route Army who had been hiding around him to sneak up on him.
In the end, he stopped fighting back.
Anyway, he has 3,000 elite troops at his disposal, and the sporadic casualties caused to the troops by cold guns and artillery will not affect the combat effectiveness of the troops at all.
As long as he successfully hunts down the main force of the Eighth Route Army and kills them, even if the casualties add up to more than one squadron, it will be worthwhile.
The Eighth Route Army troops who hid in the woods during the day and attacked me were so aggressive.
If I choose to march out of the woods at night, the Eighth Route Army that attacks me will definitely become more aggressive.
He could not care about the sporadic casualties caused by the Eighth Route Army's sneak attacks, but he could not accept some avoidable casualties.
As long as you do not march at night, the Eighth Route Army's sneak attacks on the troops will be ineffective and will not threaten the safety of the troops.
In order to reduce some unnecessary losses, the commander decisively decided to camp in the woods tonight.
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At this moment, Duan Peng had quietly led the remaining two companies of the first battalion around the Kwantung Army's remaining troops.
Although they did not go into the woods, this is a mountainous area after all, with complex terrain.
With the cover of darkness, the troops did not stop until they were less than 200 meters away from the Kwantung Army's station.
If the Kwantung Army hadn't deployed several hidden sentries around the station, Duan Peng would have been able to get right under the enemy's nose without any problem.
But the position of more than 100 meters is enough for the second and third companies to quickly enter the Kwantung Army's temporary garrison through a surprise attack.
Duan Peng waved his hand, and a reconnaissance battalion formed a line of skirmishers and moved towards the Kwantung Army's security positions and sentry posts.
A dozen sharpshooters raised their rifles at the same time, aiming at all the Kwantung Army security posts and secret posts they could find.
If the reconnaissance squad exposes its target, they will immediately attack to ensure a fatal blow and protect the safety of the reconnaissance squad.
Fortunately, they were overly worried about all this.
The Kwantung Army never thought that the Eighth Route Army would turn around and come back to attack them.
The main force of the regiment had 3,000 men, and the Eighth Route Army being pursued only had 500 men. The main force of the regiment had a six-fold advantage in strength. Even if it was impossible to catch them all in one fell swoop, it would certainly be no problem to bite them to the death.
Therefore, in the eyes of the troops left behind: they are very safe and will never be attacked.
These Kwantung Army troops are destined to pay with their lives for their arrogance and underestimation of the enemy.
Although the squadron leader of the left-behind troops carefully arranged a few light and dark sentries, those secret sentries did not take the mission seriously and were very vigilant.
The reconnaissance team approached them all the way under the cover of darkness without realizing the danger.
When he widened his eyes and wanted to give an early warning to the troops, his mouth was tightly covered. The sharp bayonet easily tore through the military uniform and poked a big hole in Zaixuan's mouth.
The physical strength drained away quickly from the knife edge along with the blood.
In less than three seconds, the Japanese Anshao collapsed on the ground.
"Boom boom boom..."
More than a dozen hand grenades suddenly fell from under the Kwantung Army's noses in a parabola and landed on their warning position.
Almost all the dozen or so Japanese soldiers behind the bunker were blown up in their sleep.
Just the order was given, and the more than two hundred soldiers following the reconnaissance squad instantly turned into cheetahs, jumped up from the ground, bent over, and rushed into the temporary garrison of the Kwantung Army.
The rifle is always held with the flat end in the hand, and the eyes are fixed forward, alertly searching for possible dangers ahead.
The muzzle of the gun keeps moving with his gaze, ready to pull the trigger at any time.
The light machine gunner is like moving firepower points one by one.
The machine gun is held in the arms and used as a submachine gun. The thirty-round magazine equipped with the Type 96 submachine gun provides strong firepower support for the machine gun.
The machine gunner charged forward while firing at the Japs who appeared within his field of vision.
More than a dozen Type 96 light machine guns fired simultaneously, and the rain of bullets was like a steel storm, instantly covering the Kwantung Army's originally small temporary station.
Many Japanese soldiers were beaten into pieces by a hail of bullets as soon as they emerged from the tents.
There were also many bullets that shot directly into the tent, sweeping away a large area, just like a massacre.
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Japanese Army Wing Headquarters.
The commander of the regiment did not know that the troops he had left outside the mountain had suffered a devastating blow, and he was sleeping soundly in a warm tent.
Although the Kwantung Army threw away most of its baggage and ammunition before entering the forest, allowing the troops to move forward as lightly as possible.
But as a captain, I still have a tent.
Ordinary Kwantung Army soldiers were not treated so well. They were organized into infantry squads and sat around the campfire to keep warm. They held their rifles in their arms and light and heavy machine guns beside them, quietly waiting for the next day to arrive.
Under the darkness of night, the bonfires lit by the Japanese were particularly dazzling, like living targets scattered in this dense forest.
"Boom boom boom..."
Three explosions from the Japanese military station suddenly broke the silence of the night.
A bonfire was hit by a cannonball, and the burning wood was like a goddess scattering flowers, instantly flying into the sky and hitting the surrounding area.
Many sleeping Kwantung Army soldiers were hit.
Although the commander of the regiment was not threatened by the shells, he was awakened by the violent explosion of the shells.
As soon as I got up from the bed, I heard my subordinates running to the tent door and reporting: "Captain..."
"The station was attacked by artillery fire from the Eighth Route Army..."
The commander's brows instantly furrowed. This was the first time he was attacked by enemy fire from a long distance while sleeping. He was very annoyed, but his reaction speed was not slow at all.
He opened his mouth and began to give orders: "Inform the mortar squadron to launch a counterattack on the spot. Listen to the sound of artillery, the Eighth Route Army only has three mortars, and we have more than thirty mortars..."
"I hope to receive good news in five minutes that the artillery squadron has killed the Eighth Route Artillery unit!"
The subordinates had no meaning to the commander's order. He also felt that it would be easy for the artillery unit to kill the three mortars of the Eighth Route Army!
But the ensuing battle far exceeded their expectations, and can even be described as a slap in the face!
