Chapter nine hundred and fifth actual combat training
Brutal battles unfolded on several streets, with dense firepower nets intertwined with bullets colliding fiercely. Many houses were on fire, whistling orange-red flames swept along with the cold wind, and the air was filled with a choking, burning smell.
In urban street fighting, there is a 90% certainty that the attacker will win. The guerrilla officers and soldiers attacking the Japanese are advancing unhurriedly, and the recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time are being tempered in the fire.
The layers of resistance from the Japanese security forces failed to stop the brothers' progress. On the contrary, the little Japanese guarding behind the barricades became the meat in the mouths of the brothers.
The Type 92 infantry cannon from the machine gun battery was also brought into the city. Yang Ling was worried that these cannons would cause casualties to the people, so he planned to push the Japanese to the east of the city and then concentrate their artillery fire for an intensive bombardment.
But the Japs' machine guns blocked the streets. They transformed some people's houses into bunkers, and opened observation holes and shooting holes in the walls to block the brothers.
The enemy's bullets were flying wildly on the street, but the bullets of the brothers could only hit the wall, sending smoke and dust everywhere, leaving holes riddled with bullet craters, but they were helpless against the Japanese who were hiding behind the wall.
So the brothers in the machine gun company pulled up the infantry cannon. The Type 92 can not only shoot in a straight direction, but also in a direct direction. It can be said to be an artifact on the battlefield.
"Boom!"
With the deafening explosion and flames rising, a large dark hole was directly blasted out of the wall of the bunker converted from a private house by the Japanese.
The Japanese soldiers who were hiding behind the wall and shooting were directly blasted to pieces by high-explosive bombs. The surrounding buildings were also blown away by the explosion, and the crashing rubble fell like a waterfall in the smoke and dust.
There was no earth-shattering cry of killing. Two three-man assault teams had already rushed up from the darkness where they were hiding, and pounced on the enemy's firepower point.
When fighting at night like this, the flames of guns will reveal one's position, and the cry of killing will also attract the enemy's muzzle. The brothers have also learned well and fight in silence.
Although the Japanese behind the wall had been shelled once and the heavy machine guns no longer roared, the brothers who rushed towards them were still not at ease.
While sticking to the wall, they unscrewed the bottom cover of the grenade, bit off the fuse with their mouths, and then threw it down the hole without hesitation.
Several little Japs who were not affected by the explosion were hiding in the darkness. They saw their companions wailing in pain a few meters away. Instead of trying to save them, they quietly lurked in the darkness with grenades in their hands.
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The surviving little Japanese knew very well that there would be Chinese officers and soldiers coming to inspect the results of the battle and clean up the remaining enemies. Moreover, they had already seen the black shadow flashing outside the cave and the sound of footsteps stepping on the rubble.
Some of the Japs held grenades in their hands ready to throw them out at any time, and some Japs pointed their guns at the hole leading directly to the street. Once Chinese officers and soldiers rushed over, they would definitely not survive.
But the little devil miscalculated. Today's Chinese officers and soldiers are no longer those who had no experience in street fighting.
The reason why the Chinese Army's combat effectiveness is getting weaker and weaker is that, in addition to the large number of veterans dying in battle and recruiting many new recruits, the experience and lessons gained with blood on the battlefield have also disappeared with the large number of veterans' sacrifices.
When the new recruits fight against the Japs, they will encounter the same bloody lesson, and many people will die.
There are many veterans in Yangling's guerrilla corps who have survived fierce and bloody battles. Their entire company was sacrificed and they were the only ones left alive, but they have summarized the enemy's fighting methods on the battlefield.
Many veterans like them died before they could pass on the experience gained with blood on the battlefield, but now Yang Ling's army has a large number of such veterans.
Yang Ling had asked them to tell some of the tactics and methods of dealing with the little Japanese they encountered, and record them for promotion to the entire army. He just didn't want his brothers to suffer the same sacrifices in future battles, and he didn't want them to be the same.
The place fell twice.
Smoking grenades were thrown into the hole that was opened. The Japanese soldiers who were preparing to ambush saw something flying in, and they realized something was wrong.
But it was too late, a roaring sound suddenly sounded, and the orange-red flames were dazzling and gorgeous in the smoke.
Countless pieces of debris and smoke spurted out from the holes in the wall, the air was filled with hot smoke, and the strong shock wave even knocked out the corpse of a Japanese soldier.
Before the gunpowder smoke cleared, the brothers in the assault team, holding bayonets in their hands, rushed in despite the choking gunpowder smoke.
"Huh! Huh!"
After the brothers rushed in, they did not hesitate to assassinate any suspected enemy targets they saw. Those Japanese who lost their balance due to the shock wave of the explosion soon fell down.
The Japs' conspiracy failed. No matter whether they were alive or dead, more than ten Japs were stabbed into sieves. The brothers also quickly dealt with the Japs who threw themselves to the ground and did not know whether they were alive or dead.
This is not because of the cruelty of the brothers, but because this is war. When promoting battlefield experience, they remembered that some veterans said that there was a kid who pretended to be dead. They did not last any last hits and were killed by grenades thrown by the Japs.
Several brothers, so now the brothers would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let the danger remain.
It was not until it was confirmed that all the targets had been eliminated that the brothers breathed a sigh of relief. Some people got out of the holes and reported to the troops on the street that they had captured this firepower point, while others began to squat down and search for loot.
Attacking this firepower point eliminated a team of more than ten Japs, but only two of the brothers were scratched by explosive fragments. The exchange ratio reached 1:13, which is a surprising statistic.
I think back when I was in Shanghai and Nanjing, the exchange ratio between the two sides was often ten to one, dozens to one. Sometimes a small squad of Japanese soldiers could block a company of Chinese officers and soldiers in an alley and beat them all to death...
Now the brothers have grown up from the temper of the war. Although many are still new recruits on the battlefield for the first time, with the experience of veterans and the command of these experienced grassroots commanders, their combat effectiveness is astonishing.
When the main force of the guerrilla army advanced along several main streets, attacking in unhurried turns to hone the combat effectiveness of the officers and soldiers, a group of elite brothers had already penetrated behind the Japanese.
Leading the way was Luo Feng, a veteran of the former First Route Guerrilla Force. He was holding his shiny black ghost-head knife in one hand and walking at the front.
Behind him was a group of hunched and tiptoeing guerrilla officers and soldiers. The commander was the company commander Dao Zi, who came over with his most elite brothers.
They passed through the long and dark alleyway, and went deep behind the Japanese. Behind them in the north direction of the city, the orange-red firelight of the explosion kept shining, and there was a lot of gunfire there.
But in the dark alley they passed through, it was eerily quiet, except for the messy footsteps and heavy breathing of the brothers.
When Luo Feng and his brothers had just turned around the alley, they suddenly saw a dark shadow in front of them. He was shocked because he had bumped into a Japanese.
But without any hesitation, he pounced forward like a cheetah and pushed the opponent against the wall with the ghost-head knife in his hand, with the blade pressing on the opponent's neck.
All this happened in a room of lightning and flint. Just as Luo Feng was about to cut the man's throat with a knife, there was a flash of fire from the explosion in the distance, and he saw clearly that it was a frightened face. He was not a Japs, but a common man.
"Who are you!"
The cold blade was still close to the skin, and Luo Feng's eyes were full of coldness.
Dao Zi also heard the movement in front, and the brothers all loaded their bullets with a loud bang. Seeing that Luo Feng had the situation under control, he quickly crouched down and warned in all directions.
"There are Japs, there are Japs hiding in the yards and alleys..."