"Where's the leader? I'm looking for the leader!" Suddenly, a loud shout sounded outside the headquarters.
Then Wang Ping saw political commissar Cheng Xiao's bodyguards being brought in.
"Report to the leader, the political commissar asked me to report that the troops have begun to evacuate Laiyuan City. You can lead the troops to retreat!"
"What good news!" Wang Ping said very happily.
Then he ordered Zhang Qing: "Let the troops withdraw from their positions and start retreating! The Japanese are retreating now, and we are retreating too. They must not have expected it. By the time they react, we will have retreated far away!"
At the stronghold on the street, the Japanese who were chasing Yan Song had left the stronghold nearly ten kilometers away.
At such a distance, even if Zeng Quan ordered the infantry artillery to fire a shot, the Japanese ten kilometers away would not be able to hear it.
"Since the Japs have gone far, don't hide anymore. Company Commander Zhou Zhengyang, you are the only main company here. It's up to you whether we can capture the stronghold." Zeng Quan's eyes became hot as he stared at Zhou Zhengyang and ordered.
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"Chief of Staff, please rest assured. We figured out the offensive route a few hours ago. The soldiers have reached a position about a hundred meters in front of the Japanese formation, and two infantry cannons are also aimed at their machine gun fire points. As long as we start the attack,
These firepower points will definitely be destroyed as soon as possible, and then the offensive route of the troops will be cleared!" Zhou Zhengyang was very happy and cautious about having the opportunity to perform in front of the Chief of Staff, and immediately revealed his plan.
"Very good!" Zeng Quan was very satisfied with this plan.
"The three companies of the new barracks will launch feint attacks from the other three directions to attract the enemy's troops and firepower. Therefore, the enemy you have to face is only a small team. I will give you ten minutes to break into the enemy stronghold!"
More than fifty Japanese soldiers with minor or serious injuries were all lying in the two barracks of the stronghold for treatment. From time to time, screams could be heard, which was particularly intrusive.
In addition to these wounded soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness, there were less than 130 Japanese troops capable of fighting in the stronghold, not even an infantry squadron.
However, their equipment is very good, not only possessing two infantry guns, but also three heavy machine guns, six grenade launchers, and six crooked handles.
If the stronghold is not very big, this firepower is enough to turn the stronghold into a fire hedgehog, destroying all enemies who want to get close to the stronghold.
But here's the problem. The Shangjie stronghold is really too big. More than a hundred people are divided into four directions of the stronghold, and only one Japanese can be assigned every five or six meters.
As for the machine guns, there are a total of nine light and heavy machine guns, divided into four directions, which directly means that no two machine guns are responsible for the defense line with a frontal width of one hundred meters.
It was precisely because there were too few defensive troops and the Japanese were very careless that they thought there was no Eighth Route Army around the stronghold. Zhou Zhengyang, who took the lead, led the team until they were fifty meters away from the Japanese before they were discovered.
"Baga, there is someone there, shoot quickly... bang bang bang!" A scream followed by several gunshots broke the tranquility of the battlefield once again.
There were more than thirty Japanese soldiers standing in front of Zhou Zhengyang, and they pulled the trigger on the pitch-black battlefield in front of them, regardless of whether they spotted the enemy or not.
Although he was annoyed that his troops had exposed their target, Zhou Zhengyang was very rational from beginning to end.
"No need to hide anymore, counterattack immediately, machine gunners, grenade launchers, suppress the Japanese, others continue to rush forward!"
"Machine gunners are shooting, there are Japs over there!" a platoon leader shouted, pointing at the Japs who had just fired a few dozen meters away.
"Click, click, click...the machine gunner didn't say anything, turned the muzzle slightly and fired a string of bullets, and then heard a faint scream.
So many Eighth Route Army troops suddenly appeared in front of the position, and all the Japanese troops in the stronghold were frightened. They all fired with crooked guns, heavy machine guns, and grenades outside the position.
At this moment, two voices that made many Japanese soldiers feel desperate suddenly sounded on the battlefield.
The two light and heavy machine guns that had been shouting happily just now all went silent.
The violent explosion not only blew the machine gun into scrap metal, but also affected several nearby riflemen and fell to the ground in a bloody state.
"Baga, the enemy actually has infantry artillery. Quick, send troops to reinforce the eastern position. Without machine gun support, they will definitely not be able to stop the enemy's attack!" The frightened squadron leader shouted loudly, regardless of his identity.
Zhou Zhengyang also saw the picture of the Japanese machine gun firepower point being destroyed.
With a fanatical look on his face, he immediately seized the opportunity and ordered: "The Japanese machine guns are gone, cover the fire, charge with me!"
The four machine gunners directly used the crooked handle to fire continuously, and beat the Japanese positions fiercely.
The whizzing bullets blinded the Japs in one fell swoop, and five or six Japs were killed on the spot. The remaining Japs who were still alive all shrank behind the bunkers, not daring to show their heads.
"Comrades, charge with me and rush into the enemy's position!"
Zhou Zhengyang jumped up from the ground, raised his Mauser pistol and rushed forward.
The security team was afraid that something might happen to Zhou Zhengyang, so they followed him closely.
The other three platoons were not willing to lag behind and rushed forward with their rifles in hand.
"Prepare grenades!" Zhou Zhengyang shouted loudly while charging.
The Japanese were also anxious and shouted loudly: "The enemy is coming up on Bagh Ya Road. Prepare grenades and fight with the enemy with bayonets."
"Throw grenades!" At the same time, the commanders of the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese Army issued this order at the same time. The only difference was that one issued it in Japanese and the other in Chinese.
Then I saw grenades and grenades flying towards each other.
This time, Zhou Zhengyang's second company undoubtedly took another big advantage.
With their superior strength, they threw over a hundred grenades and hand grenades at the Japanese at once. In the violent explosion, the Japanese positions were directly shrouded in gunpowder smoke.
The Japs threw less than twenty grenades sporadically, and the violent explosion killed more than twenty Eighth Route Army troops.
Zhou Zhengyang was heartbroken and shouted loudly: "Comrades, rush forward, kill all the Japanese, and take revenge!"
There were no surprises in the result. More than a hundred grenades and hand grenades could not blow up twenty Japs. Even if they were beaten with iron, they would be blown into pieces. Therefore, Zhou Zhengyang easily entered the thick smell of blood and gunpowder smoke.
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"The first platoon attacks to the north, the second platoon attacks to the south, and the others follow me into the stronghold, attack to the west, and kill all the Japanese soldiers!" Zhou Zhengyang was not happy about this, and continued to order with a frown.
Hundreds of people flanked dozens of Japanese soldiers, and the result is self-evident.
In less than half an hour, the gunfire in the stronghold stopped.
However, the dozens of seriously wounded soldiers left behind by the Japanese army put Zhou Zhengyang in a very difficult position.
"Company commander, do you want to give them to me?" one of his platoon commanders suggested, wiping his neck.
"No, they are all seriously wounded and have no room to fight back. Killing them is massacre, so what's the difference between us and the Japanese!" Zhou Zhengyang shook his head and refused!
