"Sir, the outflanking force on the left wing was attacked by the Eighth Route Army. The force is one squad, equipped with one machine gun, and has been repelled by the outflanking force." On the Japanese army position, the communications soldier rushed over and reported, breathing heavily.
"Tell your captain to ignore these sneak attack troops. They must be the rear troops sent by the garrison to harass you. There is nothing to fear." Captain Ishida ordered with a stern face.
"The troops continued to outflank and block the retreating troops of the garrison at all costs and surrounded them."
"Artillery and aircraft, continue to attack, hold them back and buy time for the outflanking troops. We will win this battle."
As soon as the signal soldier left, another signal soldier rushed over: "Sir, the right-wing roundabout force was intercepted by the Eighth Route Army. It has two squads and is equipped with two light machine guns. It has been repulsed by the roundabout force!"
"Let them continue to outflank." Captain Ishida ordered decisively without any nonsense.
The signal soldier did not stay for a second, and rushed to the battlefield after receiving the order.
Captain Ishida's face became more and more serious.
He had a feeling that his plan was about to come true.
As long as the roundabout troops successfully penetrate into place, the retreating troops of the garrison who are being pressed down by artillery fire and aircraft will definitely be unable to escape and will eventually be destroyed by themselves.
"Sir..." Another communications soldier rushed over, brought him back to reality, and then reported with a solemn face.
"The left-wing roundabout force was attacked by two Eighth Route armies at the same time, each with one squad and each equipped with a light machine gun..."
Captain Ishida frowned, but soon relaxed and decided to continue the action according to the original plan.
Looking at the communications soldier, he replied seriously: "I'll reiterate once again, tell you squad leaders, don't worry about these sneak attacks. The roundabout troops will be inserted at all costs."
"We finally managed to hold down the garrison and created this opportunity for insertion. We must not let it go."
"Boom boom..."
Before the signal troops could leave, two explosions suddenly came from the outflanking troops on the left wing.
"It's a booby trap. The Eighth Route Army wants to use booby traps to block our outflanking troops." Captain Ishida made a judgment immediately and then continued to order.
"One more word for your squad leader."
"Let the Imperial Alliance Army go to the front of the team to clear the way and force the Eighth Route Army to give up using booby traps."
"Boom boom..."
Two mortar shells suddenly hit and exploded near Ishida. Three Japanese soldiers and two puppet soldiers were blown over with flying fire. Their lives and deaths were uncertain.
The adjutant next to him was startled and quickly shouted: "The enemy is attacking, protect the commander..."
"Boom boom..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of two shells hit him again.
This time the troops were prepared and only one soldier was bombed.
"Sir, the enemy attacking us is located five hundred meters on the left wing." the artillery staff immediately reported.
"Send a mortar team to fight back immediately and kill them." Captain Ishida ordered seriously.
Then he continued the order: "Contact the aircraft in the sky, find the Eighth Route Army operating around us, and kill them with airborne machine guns and bombs."
"Boom boom..."
The bombardment continued. After receiving the order to counterattack, the Japanese artillerymen immediately separated three mortars, readjusted the firing angle, and prepared for counterattack.
"Boom boom..."
But before the mortars were loaded, explosions sounded around them, and the two shells came from different directions.
Captain Ishida watched this scene clearly, and the serious expression on his face was slowly replaced by solemnity. A bad premonition came into his mind, and he subconsciously ordered: "The artillery troops will move their positions immediately and then counterattack."
"Contact the plane in the sky and ask him to immediately launch an attack on the Eighth Route Army on the ground."
"The superiors sent it here to provide us with air support, not as a decoration."
Pilots have their own difficulties. The fighter plane flies close to the ground time and time again.
But every time the fighter plane passed by the ground, there was no movement below.
Nothing could be seen except barren thatch and bushes.
The ammunition carried by the aircraft is limited. It is impossible to drop bombs on a piece of thatch and waste the ammunition.
Finally, he targeted seven or eight Eighth Route Army troops who were firing artillery.
The pilot decided to seize this opportunity, immediately controlled the fighter plane to climb, circled in the air, aimed at them, and then dived towards them like a predator.
The fighter plane is getting closer and closer to the ground, and the ground that was still blurry just now slowly becomes clear.
But those Eighth Route Army soldiers disappeared unexpectedly, and there was no one around, as if they had just seen it wrong.
After losing the attack target, the pilot subconsciously had a question in his mind: Should he continue to drop bombs?
In the end, he chose to drop the bomb, even if the bomb did not kill a single Eighth Route Army soldier.
The Imperial Army on the ground has repeatedly urged them to launch an attack on the Eighth Route Army. If they do not take action, they are likely to complain to their superiors about their inaction on the battlefield, which will be a big trouble.
"boom……"
The bomb exploded, and the fire was tens of meters high. Black smoke, wrapped in the fire, shot straight into the sky.
What the pilot didn't know was that the Eighth Route Army he was looking for was lying in the middle of a bush dozens of meters away from the impact point. Everyone was covered with a camouflage net that had just been woven from thatch. As long as they didn't move, they would blend in with the surrounding environment.
, you can't spot them even if you stand more than ten meters away.
Of course, bombs falling from the sky are not without some results.
Three soldiers wearing camouflage nets happened to be hiding within the bomb's killing radius. Two were killed and one was injured.
However, compared with the results achieved by aerial bombs in previous battles, these casualties are definitely a drop in the bucket.
Seeing the plane quickly pull up and fly high into the sky again, eight soldiers from the artillery squad immediately emerged from the bushes, set up the artillery again, and entered combat mode.
"Weng buzzing... da da da..."
Amidst the huge roar, the fighter jet plunged to the ground again.
When the ground was still a few hundred meters away, three airborne machine guns fired at the same time, shooting a dense rain of bullets onto the ground.
During the cruise half a minute ago, the pilot discovered that there were dozens of Eighth Route Army troops active in this area, forming a line of skirmishers approaching the outflanking Imperial Army.
He made a decisive decision to attack.
Just like when I attacked the artillery just now, when I adjusted my attack angle and rushed to the ground again, preparing to attack, the target I just discovered also disappeared.
The pilot couldn't figure out why, but he had already rushed to the attack position and had to fire the arrow on the string. He could only control the onboard machine gun to shoot at the ground randomly, hoping to kill a few Eighth Route Army soldiers.
There were indeed soldiers on the ground who were hit by intensive aviation bullets, but only three of them.
If this style of play continues, the pilot will use up all the ammunition brought by the fighter planes and kill at most one infantry platoon of the garrison.