Time passed quietly. At first, I only heard the shadow of the cavalry. Soon, the sound of horse hoofbeats was also faintly heard.
Saburo Fujiwara galloped on the mountain road with his cavalry squadron in the lead.
He enjoys his status as a cavalryman, and even more enjoys the high-spirited feeling of riding on a war horse and galloping fast while the strong wind howls by.
This is a feeling that infantry soldiers can never experience.
However, with the development of thermal weapons, the cavalry has gradually lost its edge in modern warfare.
Saburo Fujiwara's teacher once told him that in the near future, the cavalry troops of the Empire of Japan will be completely replaced and become history.
Even though he was unwilling to do so, Fujiwara had nothing to do.
Therefore, Fujiwara now cherishes every opportunity for cavalry combat, even if the targets this time are only unarmed Chinese people.
Wouldn't such an opponent be more able to bring out the best of the cavalry's charge?
While continuing to gallop, Fujiwara and his party soon arrived at Luo Ma Slope.
As the captain of the cavalry squadron, Fujiwara not only possesses the arrogance of a noble, but also has the keen perception of a military commander.
Fujiwara, who was originally galloping, was about to plunge into the falling horse slope. Perhaps he was keenly aware of something. He suddenly tightened the reins of the horse, the horse neighed, and the two front hooves of the horse even hung in the air, and suddenly stopped.
Come down.
The Japanese cavalry behind them also tightened their horse's reins and stopped.
"Sir, why did you stop?" The adjutant was a little confused.
Fujiwara stretched out his index finger wearing a white glove, pointed at both sides of Luoma Slope, and asked: "Look at the terrain of this place. There are steep slopes on both sides, but there is only a relatively gentle mountain road in the middle. Such terrain is not suitable for
Our cavalry is at a huge disadvantage. If an enemy ambush here, we only need to block both ends, and the mobility of our cavalry will be lost immediately, and the possibility of the entire army being annihilated is extremely high."
"What's the name of this place?"
"Map soldier." The adjutant shouted.
"Hi!"
A Japanese cavalryman carrying a rucksack in the rear quickly patted his horse and rode over. He then took off the rucksack, took out the map bag inside, and opened the map showing the terrain of this area.
The little devils' intelligence work is quite good. In order to strive for accuracy and detail, they don't even care about doing more useless work.
Some locations shown on the map are even labeled in Japanese with Chinese characters.
The adjutant pointed out the location of Luomapo with his finger and said, "Sir, according to the Chinese, this place is called Luomapo."
Fujiwara nodded, touched his chin with his right hand, and looked at both sides of Luo Ma Slope, somewhat lost in thought.
"Luomapo, Luoma! This name is not auspicious."
The adjutant said: "Sir, are you still worried that there will be ambushes on both sides of the hillside? In this case, I will immediately send scouts to both sides to investigate before continuing. What do you think?"
Fujiwara twisted his neck and said with a smile: "Why bother? Just use machine guns and grenade launchers to explore."
"Hi!"
The adjutant responded and immediately issued an order. Four Japanese soldiers immediately jumped off their horses, took out the grenade launchers they had been carrying on their backs, and in groups of two, they fired at both sides of Luo Ma Slope.
Four other Japanese soldiers rode to both sides, took out the light machine guns that had been hanging on the saddles, and started shooting at the grass half a man high on both sides of Luoma Slope.
The sound of artillery and machine gunfire mixed together.
The bullets hit the dead grass and shrubs on both sides of the fallen horse slope. After the bombardment, the soil and weeds were scattered everywhere.
Zhao Gang, who was lurking on the right side of Luomapo, heard the sound of artillery shelling and the sound of bullets just thirty or forty meters away. He couldn't help but feel scared in his heart. What a cunning little devil. Fortunately, there were only a few placed at the front.
Warning force.
The soldiers responsible for guarding were spread far apart, with only one person placed at a distance of dozens of meters. They were responsible for the most advanced secret observation, as well as the transmission of news, and timely notification of the ambush soldiers lurking at the sides and rear to move forward.
As for the Japanese, it was just a test. After firing three or five bullets on both sides, they stopped attacking.
However, on the Independence Regiment side, two security soldiers were accidentally injured and scratched by shrapnel from flying artillery shells.
The two people's willpower was quite firm, they clenched their teeth and even covered their mouths with their hands, enduring the pain, trembling with pale faces, and saying nothing.
The soldiers knew very well that at this critical moment, the slightest movement might destroy the regiment leader's overall plan and cause the Japanese cavalry to flee at the foot of the fallen horse slope.
Therefore, the soldiers in charge of vigilance have long been mentally prepared. Even if they die, they will never make any sound.
They have a will of steel!
The sound of artillery stopped, and the firing of submachine guns also stopped. All that was left was the whirring of the wind, the swaying rustle of the weeds and shrubs on both sides of Luoma Slope when the wind blew, and the smoke of gunpowder shells scattered.
It was quickly blown away by the wind.
Looking at the still peaceful Luoma Slope, Fujiwara couldn't help but smile.
"It seems I'm being paranoid, so be careful!"
"Sir is wise, after this test, if there are ambushes hidden on both sides of the hillside, they must have been exposed. But when the cannon fire from our side is heard, the villagers of Xinzhuang may also notice it." The adjutant said.
Fujiwara said unconcernedly: "It doesn't matter, I prefer to kill panicked prey. They flee in all directions amidst the cries. Isn't it a fun thing for you and me to gallop our horses and let them become the dead souls of the cavalry one by one?"
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"Hi!"
"Let's go."
"Yes!"
The Japanese cavalry team continued to advance, but this time, perhaps to protect Fujiwara, the Japanese adjutant waved his hand and asked a few cavalrymen to go at the front.
The guard soldiers on the right side of Luomapo immediately passed the news through gestures to Zhao Gang, Li Yunlong, and Kong Jie who were lurking behind the side.
Li Yunlong couldn't help but curse secretly, "This stupid little devil finally got in."
While he was cursing in a low voice, suddenly the whine of war horses and the panic of Japanese soldiers came from down the slope.
"Happy, it looks like the little devil fell into a trap!"
Falling down the horse slope.
The three Japanese cavalrymen who were running at the front, including their men and horses, fell directly into the horse trap dug by the first battalion commander Wang Leihu and his men.
It took Wang Leihu and dozens of soldiers nearly two hours to dig out this horse pit yesterday afternoon.
According to the sketch drawn by Kong Jie, it is generally a circular pit, with a diameter as small as two meters and a depth of more than two meters.
After digging the horse pit, dig out a smaller, lower round mouth along the circumference of the opening circle, and then use branches that are longer than the small round mouth and shorter than the large round mouth, placed horizontally on top, and arranged more densely.
, then put some broad leaves on the horizontal branches as a bedding, and finally spread a layer of soil to smooth the entire large round mouth.
Sprinkle some dry soil ash and the entire trap is completed.
The branches covering the trap mouth can block some light objects, but with the weight of the Japs Cavalry, they will naturally collapse the trap mouth and then fall in.
It is no exaggeration to say that in such a trap, even a wide-eyed living person walking through step by step may not be able to detect the flaw, let alone a little Jaap on a war horse.
The front hooves of the three leading Japanese cavalrymen stepped on the trap, directly breaking the tree branches at the entrance of the trap. They fell down together with their horses, and everyone fell over.
The unexpected trap was completely beyond the Japanese’s expectations.
Even Fujiwara had guessed that the enemy would lay mines and other obstacles underground, but he never thought that there would be such a primitive trap.
Wailing sounds came from the horse pit. Fujiwara quickly waved his hand and asked the medical soldiers to rush to the rescue. He also ordered to hide and watch the surroundings vigilantly.
Fujiwara thought there was an ambush, but after waiting for a while, he saw no movement.
This made him a little suspicious. Logically speaking, after his team fell into a trap, if there was an ambush, the ambush would have launched a fire attack immediately.
Where is Keren?
Fujiwara is on alert.
Down a gentle slope on the right side of the pit, the monk, who had also changed into civilian clothes, poked his head slightly and saw the Japanese cavalry falling into the pit. He quickly turned to the dozen or so militiamen behind him and said, "The opportunity has come.
Brothers, take action!"
The monk took the lead and emerged from the gentle slope first. He was afraid that the little devils would not know the identity of his group, so he shouted, "Brothers of the militia, beat these little devils, we must not let them enter the village!"<
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Gunshots rang out immediately, with various sounds. Some of the better ones were holding old sleeves, and more were holding old shotguns.
Some even took homemade bows and arrows and shot in the direction of Fujiwara.
There were also a few people holding hoes and sickles in their hands, not sure if they were here to join in the fun.
This sudden attack stunned Fujiwara.
Sneak attack?
Ambush?
That’s it?
Those farmers wearing patched civilian clothes didn't even look like they knew how to use guns, let alone marksmanship. At this time, the two sides were separated by more than a hundred meters. Kong heard the gunshots, but he didn't fire.
Half a person.
Weapons such as muskets and shotguns that have long been eliminated by war cannot even hit such a long distance.
Only the monk had a Hanyang-made gun in his hand. He originally aimed at the chest of a Japs cavalry, but after thinking about it, for fear of scaring the little Japs, he moved the muzzle a few inches to the left, and with a bang
After the gun shot, the Japanese fell off his horse and was hit in the shoulder by a bullet.
"Assholes, blast them away!"
Fujiwara was a little annoyed and told him to be wary of his extremely wary opponent, who turned out to be such a rabble.
Several grenadier soldiers opened fire quickly. The monk had already given the order to retreat and ran away with the militia soldiers.
After a burst of shelling, the small slope where the monks and his party were originally hiding was almost flattened by gunfire.
Looking at the farmers who fled directly, the adjutant said: "Sir, it seems that they are Chinese farmers who are fleeing in the direction of the village. The Eighth Route Army often sets up some militia groups in the villages. It should be the militia troops of Xinzhuang, stopping us here.
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"Baga!"
Fujiwara cursed and looked at the soldier who fell off his horse earlier. Fortunately, the soldier was only hit in the shoulder by a bullet and his life was not injured.
It seems that the shooting skills of the bald-headed leader were not very good.
It's just that the majestic cavalry warriors of the Japanese Empire were unexpectedly attacked by such a militia organization, and some people were injured.
This is simply unforgivable.
When the Japanese rescuers took out the war horses and Japanese soldiers who had fallen into the horse pit, two of the horses plunged into the pit and broke their necks because they were running too fast, and three of them broke their necks.
A soldier was also seriously injured.
Seeing the miserable appearance of his men, Fujiwara wanted to rush over immediately, catch up with the Chinese militiamen who had escaped earlier, and kill them all.
Looking at the flawless ground in front of him, Fujiwara ordered: "It seems that the Chinese militia can only do this, using rocks to explore the road and expose all the traps."
"Hi!"
A group of Japanese soldiers immediately jumped off their horses, picked up some large rocks from both sides of the road, and kept throwing them towards the road to quickly test whether there were any traps, and then continued to follow up.
It has to be said that Fujiwara, the little devil, really had an idea. Using the stone pathfinding method, the Japanese quickly explored all the more than a dozen large deep pits.
Sitting on his horse, looking at a dozen large deep pits a few meters away, one after another, Fujiwara became even more angry. These hateful Chinese peasants, despicable methods!
Trap pits block the road ahead on Luomapo. There is a gap of 20 to 30 centimeters between the pits, which can be easily passed by a single person.
But the same cannot be said for war horses. War horses have four hooves, so naturally they cannot walk forward with their feet almost in a straight line like humans.
At the signal of the Japanese adjutant, a Japanese cavalryman dismounted and tried to pull his horse over the short slopes on both sides of the trap pit, but the mine was soon triggered.
Yes, the slopes on both sides are not suitable for war horses to pass, and there are mines, making it impossible to pass in a short time.
Fujiwara, whose troops were once again damaged, was completely annoyed. He looked at the outline of Xinzhuang not far away, not thinking carefully about why there were traps dug and set by militiamen in advance, and ordered: "Dismount and fight!" p>
After the order was given, the Japanese cavalry immediately jumped off their horses one by one, checked their weapons and equipment, then lined up in a queue, quickly passed through the gap between the trap pits, and headed straight for Xinzhuang under the leadership of Fujiwara, who was in the lead.
Of course, there were also some Japanese soldiers left behind the trap pit. Let’s talk about the regular formation of the Japanese cavalry, which was usually a group of four. When it was necessary to dismount and fight, one person would be left behind to take care of the horses.
The warning soldiers on the right side of Luomapo quickly conveyed the message to Kong Jie.
More than thirty Japanese soldiers were left behind, and the other Japanese soldiers had successfully separated from their horses and headed towards Xinzhuang.
Done!
This is exactly what Kong Jie wants to achieve.
Kong Jie immediately waved his hand and ordered the troops lurking on the right rear to move forward, and told the messenger: "When the battle starts soon, try not to use machine guns and grenades. If anyone breaks my horse, I won't be able to spare him."
Use your rifles as much as possible, there are more than thirty Japs, and the three of us can't even get enough points for each one."
"Use the gunfire from the second battalion commander's side as a signal to take action. After the battle is over, seize the time to pull the horse to a safe place, and then prepare to ambush the retreating Japanese."