Not long after, Huangtuling Village was covered by artillery fire. Violent explosions sounded like thunder.
The fireball rising into the sky, even though it was mixed with a lot of black smoke, still illuminated the entire Huangtuling Village as if it were daytime.
"Everyone's eyes are wide open. When you see a Japanese soldier, no matter whether he is dead or alive, shoot him with bullets!" The same order quickly reached the ears of every soldier in the independent regiment position.
Not to mention, in just five minutes of rapid artillery fire, the crackling gunfire never stopped.
Japs were constantly exposed, and were instantly beaten into a hornet's nest.
As soon as the bombardment ended, the company platoon commander began to issue attack orders.
"Comrades, three people form a combat team and attack in a dispersed manner. If you see suspicious places, first use bullets and then grenades. Since the devils are using sparrows to beat us coldly, we should also use guerrilla warfare to retaliate against them. Guerrilla warfare, field warfare
, that is our special skill. Let the little devils know tonight what real guerrilla warfare is!"
A group of three warriors, like ghosts, quickly disappeared into the night.
Because the attacking troops of each company did not gather together, there was almost no movement. The Japanese still alive in the ruins had their eyes on the village road, and they did not notice the Eighth Route Army coming from all directions at the same time.
After the Japanese discovered the danger from their surroundings, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment also discovered them.
"Bah, bang, bang!" The three rifles fired at the same time. The Japanese hiding in the ruins were frightened even if they were not killed, and they did not dare to show their heads casually.
"You two take cover while I go over and reward the Japanese with a grenade!" the leader of the combat team ordered with a serious look on his face.
"Boom..." Not long after, the grenade exploded in the ruins where the Japanese were hiding.
The same small-scale battles were carried out in various locations in Huangtu Ridge, and Japanese soldiers were constantly being killed.
Soon, the remaining three to four hundred Japanese troops were compressed into the middle of the village with the headquarters as the center and a radius of less than 100 meters.
"Baga, can anyone tell me how the Eighth Route Army did it? Our warriors were hidden in the ruins and under the cover of night, how did the Eighth Route Army eliminate them! Also, why didn't they fight back and why didn't they shoot?
Kill the Eighth Route Army!" Colonel Kato finally became anxious. He looked like an angry lion and shouted orders to his surrounding subordinates who did not dare to take a breath.
A major officer who had just retired from the front line had the most say. After hesitating for a minute, he replied: "Sir, the Eighth Route Army is really too cunning!"
"They didn't concentrate their attacks at all. They spread their attacks in groups of two or three, causing their people to be everywhere on the battlefield. Our warriors who were ambushing in the ruins were unable to defend themselves. Many warriors were shot from unknown locations before their opponents even saw them.
Incoming bullets or flying grenades will kill you or blow you up!"
"It's not that the warriors fought desperately, it's that our opponents are too cunning."
Colonel Kato also slowly calmed down, and shouted with regret on his face: "Bagya Road, we all underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army. Using field warfare that the imperial army is not good at against field warfare and guerrilla warfare that Tubal Road is good at is completely a waste of time.
Stupid conductor!"
However, regret is regret. No matter what Colonel Kato's reaction was at this time, it was impossible to let the more than two hundred Japanese who died in the melee just survive.
At this time, Colonel Kato seemed to have figured something out. The regretful expression on his face was instantly wiped away, and then he ordered with a murderous look on his face.
"What the Imperial Army is best at is positional warfare. Even without strong artillery support, positional warfare is still our strength!"
"Gentlemen, everyone has seen the situation on the battlefield. If we break through, we may die faster, which is unrealistic. Therefore, I decided to use the positional warfare that the imperial army is best at to fight the decisive battle with the independent regiment."
"Hi!" The officers around him were all die-hard militarists. By this time, they were no longer as nervous as they were at the beginning. They all answered loudly with murderous intent on their faces.
"Da da da!" As the scattered soldiers of the independent regiment continued to move towards the middle of the village under the cover of night, the sound of machine gun fire suddenly sounded in front of them. Then many soldiers were shot and fell to the ruins with expressions of unwillingness.
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"Hide, everyone, hide quickly!" the company platoon commander scattered among the crowd shouted loudly.
Then he shouted an order to the heavy machine gunner following the team.
"The machine gunner takes cover and suppresses the enemy's firepower!"
"Da da da!" As more and more light and heavy machine guns from the independent regiment joined the battle, the firepower that the Japanese had been shouting just now was finally suppressed.
"The Japanese are going to fight us in a positional battle!" Zhang Qing quickly reacted.
"The little devils are no match for us in guerrilla warfare, and now they want to fight positional warfare with us. Tonight I ask them to fight in positional warfare, and they are no match for us."
"Contact the artillerymen at the back and immediately set up the cannon for me. The artillerymen who were hiding in the ruins just now could only fire blindly. Now that they are concentrated, I can just call them one by one and kill them!"
Not long after, a violent explosion sounded at the Japanese temporary defense line.
Under the firelight caused by the explosion, Zhang Qing could clearly see that Japanese soldiers were constantly being killed and wounded on the position, falling to the ground.
"Comrades, charge with me! With machine gun cover, charge forward and kill all the Japanese!" As soon as the shelling stopped, Zhang Qing waved his pistol and led his men towards the Japanese.
There were less than 200 Japanese soldiers left on the battlefield. Although they fired desperately, most of the machine guns were destroyed and they could not stop the independent regiment's attack.
"Comrades, fight with me!" Hundreds of soldiers from the independent regiment rushed forward, carrying rifles, and charged into the Japanese position like wolves and tigers.
More than a hundred Japanese soldiers also knew that they were at the last moment, and fought with the independent group with a fearless attitude.
"Guard platoon and guard squad, rush forward and kill the remaining Japs with your pistols!" Seeing more than a hundred Japs engaged in the final fight against the enemy, the three battalion commanders of the Independent Regiment ordered at the same time.
Twenty minutes later, Zhong Yusheng, the commander of the independent regiment's security company, led a platoon with machine guns and pistols to clear the way, directly cut a passage on the battlefield, and fought all the way to the Japanese headquarters.
"Papapa ... Da Da ..." The machine gun and pistol fired together.
"Comrades, enter the Japanese headquarters and kill their commander!" Zhong Yusheng ordered loudly, waving his pistol.
"Kill!" Dozens of soldiers rushed into the headquarters with a fearless attitude.
But it was still too late. When gunshots rang out outside the headquarters, Kato Colonel knew that he was finished, and he did not hesitate to choose a decent ending for him and commit suicide by caesarean section!
