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Chapter 172 I can't count on it

There were more than 160 people in a company of recruits and a main platoon. In the end, only more than 80 people left the position alive. The others all died and stayed in the position.

"Your Excellency, Captain, the Eighth Route Army...the Eighth Route Army on the position have escaped again!" The captain of the second squadron ran over and reported with an aggrieved look.

Seeing that the captain was about to get angry again, the squadron leader hurriedly said: "However, many people of the Eighth Route Army were killed by us. A close visual inspection showed that there were more than 70 corpses of the Eighth Route Army on the position. It must be the rear troops of the Eighth Route Army who knew that they were fighting.

If you don’t win, then the battlefield will collapse!”

After hearing these words, the captain's mood really improved a lot, and he was no longer angry. He directly ordered: "Then why are you standing still? Order the troops to continue the pursuit. It won't take too long to kill so many of them in one battle.

, the Eighth Route Army we are chasing will be completely killed by us!"

Hundreds of Japanese troops, led by Feng Tao and Yan Song, kept going and left the Shangjie stronghold nearly eight kilometers away in less than two hours.

Zeng Quan, who was lurking near the Shangjie stronghold, without saying a word, directly ordered his troops to secretly surround the stronghold and wait for the opportunity to attack.

At this time, nearly 1,300 Japanese troops who returned to the west of Laiyuan City to aid were harassed by Ma Qingyun's troops from the 1st Company of the 3rd Battalion and finally ran into the blocking position of the 1st Battalion.

"The reconnaissance team was indeed right. At least one battalion of the Eighth Route Army is stationed here!" Looking at the defense line with a frontal width of more than 200 meters two hundred meters away, the Japanese commander Qiu Shui said solemnly.

Then he began to issue an order: "All artillery fires. After five minutes of artillery fire coverage, heavy machine gun cover, the first infantry squadron launches an attack, trying to break through the Eighth Route Army defense line in one attack and reinforce the west of the city!" Two artillery teams with six mortars and one

The words were lined up, and as soon as Qiu Shui's order came out, six artillery shells rushed out of the barrel and flew towards a battalion position a few hundred meters away with a screaming sound.

"Rumble..." Soon, a violent explosion exploded in the first battalion position.

Under the light of the fire, Qiu Shui clearly saw that several Eighth Route Army soldiers were blown out of the trenches.

"The heavy machine guns are in position, the first squadron is ready to attack!" Major Qiu Shui, with his eyes shining brightly, ordered loudly.

Similarly, at the 1st Battalion headquarters less than 50 meters away from the area covered by artillery fire, Wang Ping and Zhang Qing were both holding binoculars and staring closely at the battlefield.

As soon as the Japanese bombardment began, Zhang Qing issued a series of combat orders.

"There are many Japanese cannons and well-trained gunners. Fighting head-on is definitely not an option!"

"The mortar platoon will counterattack immediately and fight guerrillas with the Japanese artillery. We must not let the Japanese continue to bomb our infantry with artillery shells!"

"The infantry artillery platoon is ready for battle, specializing in attacking Japanese offensive troops."

"There are many attacking troops, so they can attack in a dispersed range. It's easy to aim. One blast will cover a large area, and there's no need to constantly adjust the shooting angle!"

As soon as the three mortars opened fire, they fired five rounds of rapid fire at the Japanese.

There were a total of fifteen artillery shells. No matter how poor the quality of the gunners was, three shells hit the Japanese artillery position, overturning a mortar, killing and injuring seven or eight gunners.

The Japanese responded quickly without changing their position. They adjusted the muzzle according to the trajectory of the artillery shells and launched a counterattack on the spot.

In less than half a minute, five artillery shells hit the position where the first battalion's artillery platoon had just been with a scream.

The explosion of the first round of shells had not completely stopped, and the second and even third rounds of shells rushed out of the barrel.

The generous Japanese gunner fired ten rounds of rapid fire before he stopped.

Just when they thought that the Eighth Route Army's artillery positions had been razed to the ground and the mortars were blown to pieces. When they were about to adjust the artillery fire angle back and continue shelling the Eighth Route Army's blocking positions, another series of sharp points made them pale.

The whistling sound reached their ears.

"Baga, what's going on? Why does the Eighth Route Army still have mortars!" Upon hearing this, an artillery squad leader knew that the shells were flying towards them. His face changed and he shouted loudly.

"Boom, boom, boom..." He was answered by three violent explosions.

While the buzzing sound generated by the explosion was still echoing in their ears, the screams came one after another, and then reached their ears.

"Rapid fire again, find the Eighth Route Army artillery positions immediately, counterattack, kill them, quickly!" Another squad leader ordered very anxiously.

In less than twenty seconds, fifteen shells exploded around them.

This time, two mortars were blown over, and many gunners were killed and injured.

Of course, the Japanese army's reaction speed was faster than before. Within ten seconds of the bombardment stopping, three shells rushed out of the barrel and hit the artillery platoon.

At this time, dozens of gunners had just dismantled the mortar, then carried it on their shoulders and prepared to fire at the next position.

But the shells hit them too fast, and as soon as the screams reached their ears, the explosions sounded behind them.

The three gunners screamed and fell to the ground, dying.

"Retreat quickly, ignore them, and evacuate here immediately!" the heartbroken platoon leader shouted loudly.

More than a dozen people ran forward another seven or eight meters, and three explosions reached their ears.

This time, only one gunner fell to the ground, and his whole back was blown to pieces. It was obvious at first glance that he was hopeless.

"Continue to retreat, quickly rush to the next artillery position to counterattack and take revenge!" The platoon leader's eyes had turned red and he continued to shout.

In the end, two mortars were saved.

Without saying a word, the platoon leader angrily ordered his men to set up artillery to counterattack.

As the artillery shells from both sides came back and forth, constantly consuming the opponent's strength, Major Qiu Shui's expression became more solemn.

He frowned and ordered: "The artillery can't be counted on for the time being. Heavy machine gun cover and infantry charge. Tell the attacking troops that there is no mortar cover, but the grenade in their hands is not a vegetarian. They must suppress the Eighth Route Army to attack!"

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As soon as a total of three heavy machine guns fired, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers rushed to the battlefield.

"Captain, the Japanese have begun to attack!" Zhang Qing said to Wang Ping with a questioning look.

"Fight how you want! I'm just here to watch the battle, don't ask me!" Wang Ping said angrily, his eyes never leaving the telescope, staring at the battlefield.

Zhang Qing, who had gained a lot of confidence, did not hesitate and ordered directly: "Little artillery squad, keep an eye on the Japanese and shoot them with heavy machine guns!"

"The heavy machine gun is designed to attack the exposed grenadiers of the Japanese, and the others are to attack the infantry. The infantry artillery platoon is waiting for orders to fire artillery to support the infantry at any time!"

A total of nine grenade launchers fired together. With their numerical advantage, nine grenades dropped from the sky and silenced a heavy machine gun in one go.

"Baga, how come the Eighth Route Army is equipped with so many grenades!" Major Qiu Shui cursed with great dissatisfaction.

But no one answered his question, and Qiushui, who was bored, directly ordered: "What are our grenades for? Counterattack immediately. Do we have to wait for the Eighth Route Army to blow up all our heavy machine guns? Also,

Move up all the grenade launchers of the Second Squadron and suppress the Eighth Route Army's firepower before attacking!"


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