In the eyes of everyone, dozens of Sdkfz251 armored personnel carriers quickly rushed to a stop more than 100 meters in front of the first position. When the vehicles stopped, a steady stream of soldiers began to jump out from behind the vehicles.
Then these soldiers quickly rushed to the position and began to clear away the remaining Japanese troops on the position.
"hiss……"
Brigadier Wang of the 386th Brigade took a breath and murmured: "This is too fast."
He turned to ask Commissar Zhou beside him, "Old Zhou, how long did it take for the new regiment to rush to the Japanese position from the time it set off?"
Zhou Zhengwei thought for a while, "It's about one kilometer from the starting position to the Japanese position. It took them two or three minutes in total."
"Two or three minutes... Oh my God!" Brigadier Wang couldn't help but exclaimed: "Doesn't that mean they are charging at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour?"
"If I'm not wrong... it's like this." Political Commissar Zhou couldn't help but grin.
Normally, it is very difficult to attack the opponent's position. Sometimes it takes the attacker half a day or even several days to capture the opponent's position, and it requires huge casualties.
But what now? They saw the soldiers of the new regiment arriving in front of the Japanese position in a semi-open armored personnel carrier, almost running, without suffering any casualties during the process.
Brigadier Wang asked Brigadier Chen who was not far away, "Old Chen...have all of your brigade received this kind of infantry-tank collaborative training?"
"How is this possible?" Brigadier Chen smiled bitterly, pointed to the front and asked: "Do you think our 386th Brigade can afford those iron guys or hundreds of heavy artillery?"
Brigadier Wang looked at the majestic No. 4 tanks galloping across the Japanese positions in front of him and shook his head helplessly: "Yeah... I didn't say that."
Not to mention the Eighth Route Army, this was true for all their armies during this period.
Take the plane as an example. Could it be that the Eighth Route Army really couldn’t get the plane?
Wrong, there were several captured planes in Yan'an at this time, and there was no shortage of pilots.
But why the Eighth Route Army was useless? There is only one reason, and it was all caused by poverty.
Without aviation kerosene, aircraft spare parts, various supporting measures at the airport and professional ground staff, those seemingly majestic guys can only lie down on the ground. There is nothing they can do to raise an aircraft, let alone an armored force.
Yes, as soon as that thing is started, the ocean of white flowers will fly away like flowing water.
Thinking of this, Brigadier Wang picked up the telescope again in frustration.
At this time, the new regiment, battalion and company responsible for attacking the right wing of the 45th Regiment were rapidly advancing deep into the Japanese position under the leadership of a black-faced company commander.
"Pay attention to alternate cover. The third row searches the front, the second row covers the left wing, and the first row follows me to the right." The company commander holding an MP40 Schmeisser submachine gun kept giving orders.
I have to say that the MP40 is indeed an excellent melee weapon, especially in small trenches, where the submachine gun can maximize its firepower advantage.
On the other hand, the Japanese army did not pay much attention to the development of submachine guns due to lack of resources.
The standard equipment of the Japanese army is the Type 38 rifle. Although this rifle, which has been in service since 1907, has the characteristics of long range, high accuracy, easy to master, simple manufacturing, and good at hand-to-hand combat, it is not suitable for the current situation, even because of its narrow
The trenches and the hands and feet are tied up.
"Da da da"
As soon as they rounded a trench, the company commander fired a burst of fire at a passing figure in front of him, sifting through a remaining Japanese soldier who wanted to make a sneak attack.
"Beware of sneak attacks by the remaining enemy troops." He turned around and ordered, and he took the lead and continued to attack the enemy's core position.
At this time, a stone was pushed out of the remaining bunker on the right, and a gun muzzle was exposed inside.
Under the conditioned reflex of "get down", the company commander quickly got down and shouted loudly.
"Da da da"
An eleven-year-old light machine gun commonly known as the crooked handle rang out, knocking the platoon commander and the two soldiers of the company next to him who had no time to react to the ground. Looking at the platoon commander who was twitching around him, it seemed that he was dying.
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"I will fuck you little devil."
The black-faced company commander looked at the row of captains lying in a pool of blood with their eyes split open. He roared angrily, took out a smoke grenade and threw it out, and then shouted loudly: "Burn these bastards to death!"
Taking advantage of the opponent's line of sight being shrouded in smoke, the machine gun fire became messy. A soldier carrying an iron can and holding an M2-2 flamethrower took the opportunity to rush to a place more than 30 meters away from the bunker and lay down, attacking.
The shooting hole of the quasi-bunker was a fire dragon shooting out.
Suddenly the fire in the bunker shot up into the sky, and there was a scream of "Ahhh...". After a while, four firemen who were covered in fire ran out of the bunker and ran towards them dancing.
Holding down a soldier who was about to shoot them, the black-faced company commander gritted his teeth and said, "Don't shoot, burn them to death and treat them as a memorial to Platoon Leader Ma and others!"
Several Japanese soldiers who were on fire burned for about ten minutes before the fire slowly extinguished them. By this time, they had been burned into a ball of black charcoal-like mummies the size of a puppy.
The black-faced company commander led dozens of soldiers to form a circle around several burnt corpses. When he saw the faces of some soldiers nearby showing unbearable expressions and some soldiers looking into the distance, the black-faced company commander
A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
He pulled over a soldier who turned around, and his cold voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Wang Zi, look at it. This is how you will deal with these bastards from now on. You will definitely have to deal with them."
You have to use whatever means you need, they are just like the little devils, they are a bunch of beasts, do you understand?"
"Ming...understand!" The recruit, who had just joined the army for less than three months, replied with a trembling voice.
"What? I didn't understand. Don't tell me this. Go tell the dead platoon leader Ma and these two brothers." The black-faced company commander pulled the soldier with a cold face to the place where platoon leader Ma and these two brothers came.
shouted in front of the bodies of the two fallen soldiers.
"explain!"
"I understand, kill these beasts..." The recruit in front of him yelled at the corpse of the fallen soldier with all his strength.
"What about you? Do you all understand?"
The soldiers all around stared at the black-faced company commander with red glasses and shouted loudly: "Understood, kill them by any means necessary."
"Okay, I hope you can remember what I said today." The black-faced company commander, who is well aware of the cruelty of the battlefield, is doing everything possible and every opportunity to teach his soldiers how to survive, but he doesn't know that everything he does is...
He was clearly seen by a group of people behind him.