The bad premonition in his heart made the squadron leader realize that the next battle would definitely not be easy.
As a veteran, he trusted his sixth sense on the battlefield.
Therefore, when faced with the request of his subordinates to fight, although he agreed, he was very cautious in issuing orders!
"Three special operations teams launched an attack from the front and two wings together. We used the assault formation that we usually train the most to launch the attack. Once there is a strong counterattack from the enemy, and the troop casualties exceed 30% and it is still impossible to break through, we must retreat immediately.
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"We are special forces and are not equipped with heavy weapons. Therefore, the assault speed must be fast and we cannot let the enemy unleash the power of their heavy weapons."
At the headquarters of the New Regiment, behind the circular positions, all the soldiers held their breath. In order to avoid exposing their targets and being used as living targets by the Japanese, everyone tried to keep themselves still and stared at the battlefield.
"The devil, the devil has appeared!" Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded in the middle of the camp.
"Da da da..." Knowing that he was exposed, the Japanese commando subconsciously pulled the trigger of his submachine gun in the direction of the sound. In an instant, a string of bullets flew towards the circular position.
The first soldier to spot the Japs had his head blown off by two bullets on the spot because his head was exposed. He fell down behind the position with a look of fear on his face.
"Counterattack, fire machine guns, kill the Japs commandos!" The platoon leader guarding the position was stunned for a moment and reacted quickly.
"Click, click, click..." Three light and heavy machine guns fired at the same time. Dozens of bullets intertwined to form a bullet net, which enveloped the Japanese assaulter.
His reaction speed was very fast, and he wanted to throw himself on the ground to avoid the bullet.
But dozens of bullets from different directions had sealed off everything around them. Just when he was about to lie down on the ground, a bullet penetrated his shoulder and another bullet penetrated his eyebrow, killing him instantly.
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"Da da da... bang bang bang..." Other ghosts also appeared.
Rifles, submachine guns, and three light machine guns reinforced by each special operations team, all fired.
He fired while charging forward, and all the bullets flew towards the circular position. His accuracy was no worse than that of the Japanese squatting on the spot and shooting.
Three machine gunners were killed on the spot, and two other riflemen were also killed. The others were pinned down behind the position, unable to raise their heads.
The platoon leader was also suppressed by the bullets flying above his head. He was anxious but could do nothing.
"Da da da!"
Suddenly, the sound of machine gun fire that the platoon leader was very familiar with sounded from both wings of the position.
Two heavy machine guns and four light machine guns fired together, forming a crossfire to block the Japanese.
"Comrades, one or three platoons came to support us with fire. Three more Japs were killed, and most of the firepower was divided. Seize the opportunity and shoot immediately. Kill a few more of them and there will be no one left!"
The platoon leader ordered with excitement on his face.
Then he personally held the handle of the heavy machine gun, and while there were no bullets flying over his head, he suddenly raised his head and pulled the trigger, shooting out all the bullets in just three seconds.
The assistant shooter who took over the light machine gun should be smarter. After raising the machine gun to the preparation position, he put it on the position and fired hard at the Japanese.
"Shoot, shoot when you find an opportunity, use the most intense firepower to stop them and kill them!" the platoon leader who quickly retracted his head continued to shout.
"Whoosh!" Before he could finish his words, a string of bullets flew back against his scalp.
"Comrades, don't be afraid. The Japanese have two shoulders and one head. As long as our counterattack firepower is strong enough, we will definitely be able to stop them!" The squad leader scattered among the riflemen encouraged him immediately when he saw that some recruits were timid.
Seeing some brave soldiers start shooting, they forgot all about concealment and continued to shout.
"Do you want to be used as a target by the Japanese? Take cover immediately and take a shot to change the position!"
"If you don't want to die, give me some spiritual points and move your shooting positions more often, so that the Japanese special forces don't take aim!"
"Bang!" A soft sound of rifle shooting that would hardly attract anyone's attention suddenly sounded on the battlefield.
The machine gun next to the platoon leader tilted its head, and a bloody hole appeared in its head. Red and white brains kept pouring out, and the machine gun fell to the back of the position together with it.
"It's a Japanese sniper. The Japanese sniper is out. Everyone, please take cover!" The platoon leader, who made a quick judgment, frowned and shouted.
"Come on, deputy shooter, keep shooting, the machine gun fire cannot stop, be careful to move your position!"
The three Japanese team leaders, who were full of confidence just now, have now been overwhelmed by the powerful blocking firepower of the new group.
The firepower of a submachine gun is very powerful, but compared with light and heavy machine guns, its power is much smaller. Therefore, using a submachine gun to shoot at the heavy machine guns equipped by the new regiment is suicide.
"Captain, the firepower of Tubal Road is too fierce, we can't continue to attack forward!" A sergeant not far away rushed over and reported.
The squad leader frowned and shouted in a questioning tone: "Where are the snipers? Why didn't you shoot to kill the Eighth Route Army's machine gun fire!"
The second lieutenant next to him immediately replied: "The sniper has already fired. But the enemy is not afraid of death at all. The machine gunner is dead and the deputy gunner cannot be taken care of at all. Moreover, there are eight or nine machine guns in front of us, and the sniper is also within the range of the machine gun.
The sniper must move his position as soon as he fires, otherwise he will be beaten to a pulp immediately!"
While he was talking, two more assaulters fell to the ground with screams.
"Captain, one of our snipers was shot and injured!" At the critical moment, the team leader heard a voice that made him even more desperate.
"Retreat, retreat immediately, cover with snipers and machine gunners, retreat to the woods behind!" The squad leader was very reluctant, but still gritted his teeth and ordered.
The vice-captain looked at the captain with disbelief.
"Why are you still standing there? Organize the troops to retreat!" The captain continued to order unmoved.
"The Eighth Route Army's firepower is too fierce. No matter how elite we are, we can't withstand the opponent's many machine guns and fierce firepower!"
"What our special forces are good at is mountain warfare, sneak attacks, and raids, not positional warfare like this. Storming the enemy's position is a matter for the main force and the field force."
"The Eighth Route Army was so well prepared, but we lost the opportunity to launch a surprise attack as soon as we arrived!"
The Japanese retreated. In order to reduce losses, they retreated very quickly and did not even take away the corpses on the ground.
The Eighth Route Army's blocking firepower was so fierce that someone might be killed if they were delayed for just one second. There was no need to risk another life for a corpse.
"Sir, our raid failed. The enemy's blocking firepower was too strong, and we have no suppressive weapons. We can't rush through at all!" The three squad leaders all stood in front of the squadron leader with their heads lowered, without saying a word.
The premonition turned into reality, and the squadron leader's face didn't look good either.
Especially after knowing that the total casualties of the three teams exceeded twenty, his face became even more ugly.
"Baga, I was too impulsive. I let you attack even though I knew I had lost the opportunity to launch a surprise attack. I will bear all the responsibility for the defeat!" In order to let the subordinates learn a lesson and understand what real special operations is, and in order not to let them
Losing confidence in special operations, the squadron leader decided to take over all responsibilities.
"Bang bang bang..." At this time, the annoying gunshot sounded again behind him.
"It must be the special forces of the Eighth Route Army. Knowing that we were defeated, they wanted to pounce on us and bite us!" the squadron leader said with a sullen face and gritted teeth.
"The troops will assemble immediately and we will withdraw. They are too familiar with the terrain here and we are no match for them!"
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