Although the angry expression on the recruit's face dissipated a lot, it became more determined.
"Please don't worry, squad leader. I will no longer be impulsive. I will shoot and change places, kill the Japanese, and avenge the injured squad leader."
One after another, the new recruits matured in the face of death. Just like the veterans, they shot and killed when they saw the opportunity to block the Imperial Army.
Of course, during this process, there were more recruits and many veterans who died before they had time to mature, or were injured and retired from the battlefield.
After all, the Imperial Army was not a Japs. In the face of huge casualties, they did not turn around and retreat as before. Under the threat of the officers and Jaap instructors, they continued to move forward step by step.
However, their attack speed is too slow.
The longer they were delayed on the battlefield, the more time and opportunity the Eighth Route Army had to shoot and kill them.
At sixty or seventy meters, most of the more than 300 Imperial Alliance troops had been lost, and there were still more than 100 people scattered on the battlefield, continuing to move forward step by step.
Many of the more clever Imperial Alliance troops were directly killed and lay motionless on the ground. After the battle was over, they retreated back together with the defeated troops.
There were a main company and a new company on the Eighth Route Army position, totaling 300 people. By this time, more than 100 people had been carried down.
Four of the eight crooked guns were blown up by mortars from the Royal Association Army. This was the result of the machine gunners constantly shifting their machine gun positions.
However, there are more than a hundred people left in the position. Whether they are new soldiers or veterans, they are acting like veterans at this time. They will shoot out whenever there is an opportunity. They will definitely seize the opportunity.
Although there are fewer people, the density of bullets fired is not less at all.
From the beginning of the attack, Ono never put down the telescope he held.
Major General Ono had a panoramic view of the entire attack process, frowning and saying nothing.
The commander of the security brigade next to him also witnessed the entire battle, with a very heartbroken expression on his face.
Every Imperial Army soldier who was killed on the battlefield was his subordinate. In troubled times, the army was a symbol of power and wealth. Every soldier under his command was very precious to him.
Just when he was getting more heartbroken and anxious, Major General Ono finally made a move.
He put down the telescope and ordered in a deep voice: "Wang Sang, ask your people to retreat. They have tried their best, but they will definitely not be able to charge forward!"
"As soon as the Imperial Alliance Army retreats, the artillery brigade will fire immediately. The Eighth Route Army defense forces cannot be given any breathing time!"
"Thank you, General!" Brigadier Wang immediately turned his worries into joy and said with a grateful face, and then gave an order to the Chief of Staff behind him!
"Company Commander, the Imperial Army has begun to retreat!" Yang Xiong, who had a bandage on his arm, was squatting in the trench loading his rifle. The platoon leader who had just finished firing said with a happy face.
"Really retreated!" Yang Xiong immediately seized the opportunity to glance at the battlefield.
The hundreds of Imperial Army soldiers turned around and fired back like lost dogs. They didn't look like soldiers at all.
Yang Xiong's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief, but the Japanese did not give him this chance at all.
Ono's order was to wait for the Imperial Army to retreat before firing, but the artillery brigade captain didn't think so.
The sooner he fires artillery, the less prepared the Eighth Route Army will be on the position. In this case, the powerful artillery shells will definitely cause heavy casualties to the Eighth Route Army. If it weren't for Ono's order, the captain would have just fired when the Imperial Alliance Army attacked.
Want to shoot.
As for accidental injuries, the captain doesn't care at all.
Anyway, the ones who died were not the Imperial Army. As for the Imperial Alliance Army, it will be reorganized at worst. Anyway, there are many cowards in China who work hard for the Empire!
"Woooooooooo..." The scream of the cannonballs streaking across the sky reached Yang Xiong's ears like a reminder.
Yang Xiong's face turned pale after he had just relaxed, and he screamed in shock.
"Bombardment, everyone, hurry up and get into the bombproof cave to avoid the bombardment!"
"Boom..." A violent explosion interrupted Yang Xiong's unfinished order.
Many soldiers still had excited smiles on their faces after winning the battle. The violent explosion blew them away, leaving them no time to react.
"Hurry into the shell-proof hole and rush in!" the experienced squad platoon leader shouted loudly during the interval between shelling.
"Why are you still standing there? Are you waiting to die? Go into the bomb hole quickly!" Seeing some of the new recruits still dumbfounded, the veteran next to him didn't waste any time and directly pulled him to the nearest bomb hole to fire.
"You stupid little devil, you are so cruel that you won't spare any of your own people!" Wang Liang, the instructor of the Second Battalion, slammed his clenched fist on a log supporting the headquarters out of anger and cursed loudly.
"They are not our own people. The little devil has never regarded the Imperial Association Army as a human being. However, this can also allow the Imperial Army Army to see clearly the nature of the little devil, and let them know that they may lose their lives at any time if they work for the little devil, and
Or die in the hands of his master." Zhang Yunshan was also very angry inside, but as a commander, he couldn't show it and could only analyze it in as calm a tone as possible.
"It's just a pain to our soldiers. In this shelling, our people will lose at least one platoon!" Instructor Wang Liang slowly calmed down and analyzed.
"Get Yang Xiong's call right away!" Zhang Yunshan ordered directly without answering.
Soon, the phone call was delivered to Zhang Yunshan. Before Yang Xiong on the other end of the phone could speak, Zhang Yunshan asked with all his face: "Captain Yang, can you still hold your position?"
"Yes, but the casualties of the troops are a bit high, and there are not many machine guns left, only four left!" Yang Xiong answered very firmly.
"The Japanese have figured out your strength. The next attack will definitely be from the Japanese army. There will be at least one squadron and as many as two squadrons. You have to think clearly!" Zhang Yunshan continued to ask without relenting.
"As long as you, battalion commander, give me an additional platoon and four crooked guns, I will be confident in holding the position!" Yang Xiong answered without hesitation.
"Okay! I'll give you two platoons from the garrison camp, and I'll give you four crooked guns, a heavy machine gun, and a small artillery squad. You must stick to the position to block the next round of Japanese attacks.
!" Zhang Yunshan made a decision directly on the phone.
The addition of more troops and equipment than expected made Yang Xiong more confident, and he promised without saying a word: "Please rest assured, battalion commander, if you can't hold the position, I will give myself a bullet!"
The Eighth Route Army's blocking position was once again covered by artillery fire. Although several Imperial Army soldiers were accidentally injured and died on the battlefield, Ono did not say anything and in disguise approved the artillery battalion captain's artillery fire method.
Ono knew the benefits of early bombardment better than anyone else, but because the Imperial Alliance Army would still be useful in the coming battle, he was worried that accidental damage to them would affect their enthusiasm, so he did not directly issue the order. But what the artillery battalion captain did had nothing to do with him.
Well, the commander of the garrison brigade would not offend the captain of the artillery brigade because of the lives of a few of his soldiers. After all, he needed the artillery support of the artillery brigade in many battles.
