"What, encountered the main force of the China Army!"
The Japanese communications soldier, who was covered in gunpowder smoke, had one arm still bleeding. When he reported the situation encountered by the 5th Infantry Squadron to the Japanese battalion leader Hirayama Kei, Hirayama Kei was also shocked.
"The main force of the China Army is actually here!"
Captain Kei Hirayama quickly changed from shock to excitement. Finding a decisive battle with the main force of the Chinese team has always been what they longed for most.
Because the quality of soldiers and weapons and equipment of the Chinese ** team are not as good as theirs, in a head-on confrontation, they have the firepower advantage and can always beat the Chinese ** team to pieces. Then it will be easier to handle, cover up and expand.
The result is easy to win.
However, with the end of several major battles, in addition to the frontal battlefield where the Chinese Army assembled heavy troops to confront them because they had to defend the defense line, in most other theaters, most of the Chinese Army have learned to avoid them.
Edge.
The result of this is that every time they want to find the squadron for a decisive battle to eliminate the opponent in one fell swoop, they can never find the opponent's shadow. It often turns into a chase and hide-and-seek, often with little gain.
Now, they encountered the main force of the Chinese Army at a distance from the frontier. This made Captain Hirayama Kei's blood boil again.
"Do you know the opponent's number? Is it the 89th Army or the guerrilla force?" Soon, the calmed down captain Kei Hirayama asked two questions in a row.
The communications soldier hesitated for a long time and did not answer. Instead, he grimaced in pain because his arm was shot.
In such a dark night, it was indeed difficult to figure out the numbers of the troops fighting them in a short time. However, Hirayama Kei, who was in a good mood, had no intention of continuing to ask questions and waved his hand for the communication soldiers to retreat and bandage their wounds.
"Your Excellency, Captain, according to intelligence, apart from some local self-defense forces, the main force of the Chinese Army operating in this area is the North Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps. Moreover, this place is very close to Jieshou. The fifth squadron may have encountered North Jiangsu.
Guerrilla Corps." The combat staff analyzed after pondering for a few seconds.
Captain Hirayama Kei nodded and agreed with the combat staff's view, because he felt that the possibility of encountering the main force of the Chinese Army in this area, except for the North Jiangsu Corps, was very small.
"There is an old saying among the Chinese people. It takes no effort to find a place even after wearing iron shoes. Since they don't wait for death at the head of the community, but come to our door on their own initiative, how can we just sit back and wait for death." In the eyes of Captain Hirayama Noble.
Full of fighting spirit.
"Your Excellency Captain, what do you mean?"
"Order the troops to surround them. I want to turn this place into a cemetery for the Chinese Army!" Hirayama ordered with great enthusiasm.
"Hiyi!"
The Japs' operational staff bowed their heads heavily, and immediately summoned messengers to deliver orders to each squadron.
Upon hearing the fighting ahead, the Japanese squadrons that had stopped to hide and wait for orders were so excited that they almost jumped up after receiving the order to attack.
Along the way, they first marched in mud and waded through icy-cold rivers, and then they were attacked by cold guns and artillery fire. They were already feeling angry.
Now when they heard that the main force of the 5th Squadron was fighting in front of them, they acted quickly as if they had found an outlet for their anger.
The Japanese troops quickly divided into several groups and moved toward the front where the firefight was taking place. They wanted to annihilate this Chinese force and let out a fierce sigh of relief.
The Japanese soldiers were vindictive and moved very quickly. Under the leadership of commanders at all levels, they trotted forward in battle formation.
In addition to the Japanese soldiers who rushed forward along the road, some outflanking troops left the road and started a roundabout operation again.
For a time, all the roads leading forward on the highway and farmland ridges were crowded with Japanese soldiers armed with live ammunition. They were like wolves with glaring eyes, trying to pounce and tear off a piece of meat.
The various guerrilla combat groups that had been wandering near the main force of the Japanese soldiers and engaged in cold shooting saw the Japanese soldiers suddenly pounce forward. They were stunned for a moment before reacting.
"Damn it, brothers, come on!"
These dispersed fighting groups are like lone wolves released. They are very flexible in fighting on the battlefield. How can they let the little Japanese get his wish when they see that the Japanese are going to attack their brothers?
"Da da da!"
A group of Japs quickly rushed forward along a dry field ridge and rushed toward the front of the firefight. However, as soon as they reached the middle of the field ridge, a hail of bullets swept over them from the flank.
The little Japs were caught off guard. Seven or eight of them were shot and fell into the water-filled farmland nearby. The surviving ones were still thrashing and wailing.
The surviving Japanese were so frightened that they didn't care about the biting cold in the water-filled farmland, and hurriedly lay down and raised their guns to fight back.
But when rifles and machine guns are shooting at each other, they are no match. Wherever the enemy's gun flames flash, the guerrilla's machine gun crew raises their hands and fires a hail of bullets at them.
The bullets splashed mud and water in the farmland, and the Japanese who fought back were instantly beaten into bloody holes.
The Japs behind saw the ambush in front and rushed to support them. By the time they set up their machine guns, the guerrillas had already run away.
The Japanese troops were frantically rushing towards the front of the firefight, but the guerrilla combat groups scattered everywhere were desperately trying to slow them down.
The previous battlefield of cold guns and artillery turned into a fierce battle in the blink of an eye. Grenades continued to fall into the mud pond and exploded into sky-high water columns. Many Japanese soldiers were staggered by the bombing.
Some brothers even ambush the Japs on their only way to attack the little Japs, and some brothers were bitten by the Japs' bullets because they failed to move in time and fell in a pool of blood.
After all, the Japanese brigade was very strong. Although the guerrilla groups everywhere struggled desperately, the Japanese quickly arrived at the outskirts of the firefight.
As for Shen Biao and others who were besieging the Japanese Fifth Squadron when they saw the Japanese reinforcements arriving, although they were unwilling to give in, they were also veterans who had rushed out on the battlefield. They naturally knew how to advance and retreat, and they turned around and retreated without any hesitation.
The sharp copper whistle was still penetrating even in the fierce exchange of fire. Soon, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who heard the retreat signal turned around and left.
The guerrillas swarming forward from all sides retreated in the blink of an eye. The Japanese squadron leader, who was tensing up and shooting desperately, had finished all the bullets in his pistol. Only then did he realize that the guerrillas had disappeared from sight.
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Seeing that the guerrillas suddenly disappeared without a trace, the Japanese squadron leader who was lucky enough to survive seemed to have lost all his strength. He was lying limply against a stone, breathing heavily.
Soon, the Japanese captain Kei Hirayama led the main force of the brigade to clear away the peripheral obstruction and rushed to the battlefield. When he found the bloody and embarrassed captain of the 5th Infantry Squadron, he couldn't believe his eyes.
In just a short period of time, the fierce and brave general under his command was beaten into such a miserable state.
"Where are your subordinates? Why are there only a few of you?" Captain Hirayama Kei looked at the embarrassed squadron leader and asked with a gloomy expression.
The captain of the Fifth Infantry Squadron had a bitter look on his face: "Captain, we encountered a sudden attack by the main force of the China Army. My subordinates and I were separated..."
Seeing the squadron leader whose forehead was still bleeding, Hirayama Kei wanted to get angry, but he resisted. He turned to the troops behind him and ordered: "Catch up and destroy all the Chinese troops!"
"Hiyi!"
Soon, groups of elite Japanese soldiers rushed toward the places where gunshots were heard, and the remaining soldiers of the Fifth Squadron were also gathered up.
In less than half an hour, a full infantry squadron was beaten down to less than a hundred people, and all of them were injured. This made the captain, Hirayama Kei, feel an unknown fire in his heart.