The battle at Wululing ended with the failure of the Chinese defense. The Japanese 40th Infantry Brigade occupied Wululing, which made the Jindong Theater Command uneasy.
On the morning of the 12th, accompanied by Liu Lang, two army lieutenant generals boarded the headquarters of the main Jiuguan position.
Different from the feint attack of just one Japanese squadron in front of the position, the battlefield on both wings was already under heavy artillery fire. In the field of vision of the telescope, rows of khaki Japanese soldiers entered the battlefield 800 meters away. There were at least three infantry squadrons on each side.
Even Zhao Shoushan, who had experienced the battle at Wululing, couldn't help but take a breath. This time alone, the Japanese army dispatched at least 7 infantry squadrons with more than a thousand people, which was almost equivalent to his entire division before Wululing.
The enemy forces faced.
Not to mention, before the attack, the Japanese army carried out artillery fire coverage for more than half an hour as usual. The craters on the Jiuguan position were one after another much larger than the Eight Immortals Table, proving the power of the 105 howitzer.
Is this how the Independent Regiment and the 772nd Regiment withstood the indiscriminate bombardment of the Japanese army in the past three days? How many sacrifices did they make for this? The Army Lieutenant General also had a solemn look on his face.
"Is the kid trying to make a breakthrough on both wings?" Just taking a look at the battlefield situation, the Army Lieutenant General came to the correct conclusion.
"Haha, that's right. Since they had a bloody encounter on the main position three days ago, they decided to break through on both wings. These little devils just want to contain the strength of our main position." and the somewhat solemn Army.
Unlike the lieutenant general, Liu Lang had a relaxed look on his face, smiled slightly, and pointed at the more than a hundred Japanese who were looming 400 meters away from the battlefield.
Different from the fierce offensive and defensive battles that were about to start on the two flanks of the battlefield, the main position was now a battlefield for precision shooters from both sides. From the moment the Japs entered the battlefield 500 meters away, precision shooter-level soldiers from both sides began to exchange cold shots.
The Japanese invaders' marksmanship was good, and the 38-meter cover was accurate enough, but they did not have the sights that local tycoon Liu Tuanzuo provided for each infantry squad's precision shooters. In addition, they lacked the cover of trenches. With effective shooting range
Independent group precision shooters who can also reach 500-meter semi-automatic rifles can pose a threat to them at an ultra-long range of 500 meters, but they have to go at least 400 meters or even more than 300 meters away.
This was probably something the Japanese soldiers, who were proud of their shooting skills, did not expect.
When the three men quietly arrived at the battlefield, both sides were firing coldly but did not launch an attack.
"Two officers, do you want to compete in marksmanship? One shot will determine the outcome. Whoever loses will be treated to a treat after the war." Seeing that the Japanese army was about to fall into the pit he had dug, Liu Lang suddenly suggested.
"You want to defraud this old man again. I won't fall for your deception." Comrade Lao Li, who took the initiative to stay as a battlefield observer, waved his hand and stopped Liu Lang's thoughts.
"Commander Zhao, what about you?" Liu Lang looked at the Army Lieutenant General and said with a smile, "If I lose, I will give your division 4 82 mortars, but if you lose, just give me a soldier."
"Little soldier?" Zhao Shoushan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and pointed at Liu Lang with a smile, "Do you know that the fifth company has returned a soldier alive? However, it is too late to poach him now. He is now
He's not a soldier, but the new lieutenant commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 102nd Regiment. Can you give him the position of battalion commander when he comes to you? If you say yes, then what's the harm in letting him report to your independent regiment?
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"Haha, since Master Zhao doesn't want to give up love, let's change the conditions. If I win, your soldier will have to accept the "Hero" medal of my independent regiment. The reward will be 4 82 mortars." Liu Lang laughed.
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Although sending medals and mortars is obviously a good thing, in this era of numerous factions, it is not easy for soldiers of one army to accept gifts from the commander of another army. Even if the first
The 17th Division and the 386th Brigade are now friendly forces or even allies. No matter how good the relationship is, we cannot take advantage of others.
For Liu Lang, who came from the future, faction is not important to him. The seniors who have made sacrifices for the entire nation are all people worthy of his respect. The fifth company definitely deserves his respect.
Liu Lang, who was moved by the 5th Company of the 17th Division that stood alone at Position 1 for two days, used a form acceptable to both parties.
Zhao Shoushan couldn't help but laugh. How could he not understand Liu Lang's little idea when he was over forty years old? It was good for Xigua to win a medal and get four 82 mortars for the 17th Division, but a certain fat colonel was too confident.
Well! Maybe no one knows that although Zhao Shoushan is the leader of a division, his marksmanship is very good.
"Adjutant, here comes the gun." Although Zhao Shoushan was a Confucian general, he was a ruthless man and didn't talk much.
Without talking any more nonsense to Liu Lang, he directly stretched his hand back, and the adjutant, who was carrying a "Shuilianzhu" rifle, handed over the Mosin-Nagant rifle that had already loaded the bullets.
By the way, I glanced at the young colonel who was a few years younger than me but two ranks higher than me. That meant that the soldiers in our division would not care about your "hero" medal.
But, I really want those four 82 mortars! The adjutant major is really conflicted. Commander, is it better to win or not?
"Mr. Zhao has a brilliant plan, and even the gun is ready. The Mosin Nagant is definitely a good gun." Liu Lang gave Zhao Shoushan a thumbs-up, which made the major adjutant so angry that he no longer felt conflicted at all.
Um, Commander, didn't you prepare your gun that time when you went to the battlefield? Commander, you must defeat this arrogant fat man.
However, Zhao Shoushan did not take the nonsense of a certain group to heart. He looked at the observation port with a telescope for a long time and said, "Brother, just use the little Jaap hidden 400 meters away as a bet. Whoever hits the target will win."
How about winning?"
"Haha, I think it will work. If Commander Zhao wins, Commander Liu might as well add two more 82 pistols. As a witness, I don't want anything else. I think Commander Liu's pistols are pretty good. How about giving one to me, Old Li?"
Comrade Li, who had withdrawn from the competition, became active now.
From a gambling point of view, he was sure to make a profit without losing any money. Anyway, he had shamelessly said it. No matter what the outcome was, Liu Lang would probably give him one of the Black Star pistols that he was attracted to.
It can only be said that those who can get into this position are extremely talented.
"The target chosen by Commander Zhao is quite difficult!" Liu Lang looked at the target described by the Army Lieutenant General in the telescope and couldn't help but feel a little pain in his balls.
He dared to say that he had never seen such a cowardly Japanese.
That guy, during the five minutes he was observing, didn't show up at all. He kept hiding under the rock that was strong enough to withstand mortar bombing. Damn it, where is the so-called pride of the Imperial Japanese Army?
"Hey, if it's not difficult, wouldn't that look down on you Liu Tuanzuo too much? Let us have a Chinese division commander and a Chinese regiment commander to let the little devil clearly know that this is China's territory, whether you are afraid of death or not,
You're going to die." Zhao Shoushan replied with a smile.
Then, he leaned down very seriously, locked his eyes on the sight, and latched onto the rock where the target was 400 meters away. He waited until the guy showed up and fired a shot.
400 meters is almost the limit for shooting without a scope. The size of the target in the field of view will never be larger than an apple.
Liu Lang smiled slightly, picked up the telescope and stared at the target, not caring at all about the trickery of the Army Lieutenant General who had aroused his competitive spirit. He took the initiative to choose the first shot and hit it. No matter if Liu Lang shot again or not, he would win.
If he missed, with the stubbornness of this timid rat, he would naturally not be able to drill out of the rock even a little bit. Unless the bullet could turn, Liu Lang would never be able to hit him, and it would be a draw in the end.
The lieutenant general of the army applied the art of war to the game played by the two of them on a whim. As for the life and death of the Japanese soldier, in the eyes of the two army generals, it was actually insignificant. In fact, his life was even more important than his death.
They would rather see a Japs who are living quietly influencing more Japs, rather than a stubborn Japs who are screaming and charging forward.
And the target they were targeting was also a frequent visitor to the main position. He had been to this place three times a day, and counting today, it was already the fourth time.
Second Lieutenant Matsuda had never thought that he would be so unlucky. Could it be that he was going to die sooner or later? How could he go to the battlefield even if he had no legs?
Originally, he had been sent to the medical team of the brigade. Half of his foot was blown off, so he was definitely considered a wounded soldier. Although he did not have the gentle nurse of the brigade field hospital, he was good as long as he did not face the hail of bullets from the Chinese.
Unexpectedly, as the battle on both wings went unsatisfactory, the number of seriously injured people killed in the two days was shocking. The already crazy captain Li Dengxing ordered that all lightly injured people were not allowed to retreat to the rear. And he, this unlucky guy,
, was classified as a minor injury by those stupid doctors...
So Captain Matsuda sadly took the order to fight again. To his surprise, the superior soldier Ikehayashi miraculously survived and was assigned to his command. It couldn't be because of his unlucky name.
Right! Second Lieutenant Matsuda immediately drove "sooner or later" away from him, especially when he found a rock that could withstand mortars after entering the battlefield.
The only thing that comforted him now was that the battlefields on both wings were flesh-and-blood battlefields, and the main position in the old pass was a feint attack instead. As long as he hid here safely for two hours, he could retreat with his life saved.
He had to hide. Although there was no hail of bullets or mortars raining down, the Chinese's cold guns were too accurate. In less than half an hour, at least a dozen unlucky guys were shot and killed by cold guns 400 meters away.
He must not make those stupid mistakes if he loses his life.
Of course, Second Lieutenant Matsuda didn't know that he was being targeted by a Chinese general and a Chinese colonel, and became the prey of a bet.
This was not an honor for Second Lieutenant Matsuda, who was determined to save his life first.