The Hengzhong Village stronghold is only one kilometer away from the battlefield.
As soon as the gunfire rang out, the Japanese squadron leader stationed here climbed to the top of the gun tower and looked at the scene with his binoculars.
Dozens of figures of the Eighth Route Army clearly entered his field of vision.
Seeing them kill the Imperial Alliance Army and the ten Japanese who were supervising the battle with lightning speed, anger suddenly welled up in my heart.
The deputy captain on the side called for a fight on the spot: "Sir, I will lead a small team to kill these Eighth Route Army soldiers and intercept the strong men who were rescued by them."
The squadron leader returned his anger and did not lose his cool.
The military headquarters sent two consecutive telegrams asking the front-line troops to defend their strongholds and not leave their strongholds without orders. They should take the initiative to attack. The meaning is self-evident.
Therefore, he knows better than anyone else: defending the stronghold is his first priority.
As for the strong men under guard at the stronghold, they must all move to the back.
No matter what you do, the premise must be to ensure the absolute safety of the point, and you can't take any chances.
He continued to stare at the battlefield, shook his head and said in denial: "No, one infantry squad is too many."
"Excluding the various bunker garrisons, the total mobile troops in the stronghold are only one squad. If we give them all to you, if something unexpected happens, the stronghold will have no reserve available."
"I can only give you half of the troops from the reserve force, half a squad from the Imperial Army and two platoons from the Imperial Army."
"Even if the Eighth Route Army really has some conspiracy and something happens to the reinforcements, the defense of the stronghold will not be affected."
At the end of the battle, Liu Senyun led the first and second squads 400 meters forward to establish a defensive line.
This place is more than 600 meters away from the stronghold. Apart from mortars, the Japanese army cannot provide any other fire support to the reinforcements.
There were not many Eighth Route Army troops participating in the blockade, and their forces were very scattered, so the reinforcement effect of mortars was also very limited.
"Captain, there are enemies coming! There are more than twenty Japs, fifty or sixty puppet soldiers, less than a hundred people in total." The scout rushed over panting and reported.
Liu Senyun looked happy and shouted: "Comrades, the enemy's reinforcements are not many, we can fully cope with them."
"Everyone is ready for battle."
"The machine gunner is on standby. You cannot fire in advance without my order. I will leave you to greet the little devils and try to kill them with one fatal move."
Time was limited, so no one had to repair the fortifications.
Using only the trees that the villagers had just cut down, each soldier built a half-meter-high bunker in front of him.
Then he half-crouched behind the bunker with a rifle mounted on it, aiming at the Japanese and puppet troops rushing towards the stronghold.
"Kill me..."
A platoon of puppet soldiers was driven by the Japanese to rush to the front. There was no formation or cover, and they rushed towards the guard platoon in a swarm.
These puppet troops were all transferred from other battlefields by the Japanese and had never fought against the garrison.
In addition, with the Japanese backing behind them, and heavy machine guns and mortars inside the stronghold to provide fire cover, they could advance, attack, retreat or defend. These puppet troops behaved particularly arrogantly.
Two hundred meters away, the Eighth Route Army did not fire...
One hundred meters away, the Eighth Route Army has not fired yet...
In response, these puppet soldiers regarded the guard platoon as the Eighth Route Army they had encountered before.
The equipment was poor and the ammunition was insufficient. In order to inflict the greatest blow to the opponent, they would wait until the opponent was 50 meters away before firing. They would only fire three rounds of bullets. After that, they would throw grenades, and finally rush out of the position to fight with the attacking troops with bayonets.
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These puppet troops have become accustomed to this style of play and have come up with many solutions.
If the Eighth Route Army blocking the front also plans to use this style of fighting against itself, they will be defeated.
With this idea in mind, the attacking puppet troops became more and more arrogant.
"shot……"
Just when the puppet army thought that the Eighth Route Army would not shoot at a distance of 100 meters, Liu Senyun shouted an order.
"Ba..."
The rifles in his hands rang out at the same time. The puppet platoon leader, who was rushing in the middle of the team, looked at the blood hole that suddenly appeared on his chest. He instantly showed a shocked expression of disbelief, and then his eyes widened with a smile.
He fell to the ground in despair and unwillingness."
"Baba..."
The remaining dozen rifles fired at the same time, the gunshots were short and intensive, and they were forced to fire in bursts from heavy machine guns.
Every soldier in the guard platoon is carefully selected from the whole battalion, and when placed in the combat unit, he can at least be the deputy squad leader.
Therefore, their marksmanship is poor, and they even have several sharpshooters.
In just one round of shooting, nearly ten of the thirty or so puppet soldiers fell.
The remaining puppet troops were confused, and the scene in front of them was completely beyond their expectations. It was something no one expected.
But the Japanese would not give them a chance to react.
Their goal was to kill a battalion of guards and snatch back the rescued young men.
As for the life and death of the puppet soldiers, they didn't take it seriously at all.
"Kill me...the troops continue to attack forward!" the Japanese lieutenant leading the team waved his command knife and shouted with a murderous look on his face.
The twenty-odd Japanese soldiers were training their troops, and at the same time they raised their rifles with fixed bayonets, pointing the blade of the knife directly at the puppet troops in front, forcing them to continue to attack forward.
Compared with the imminent death, there may be a glimmer of hope in charging forward.
After weighing the pros and cons, the puppet troops in the trap decided to bite the bullet and continue to charge forward.
"Baba..."
Gunshots continued to ring out on the battlefield, fired by the guard platoon and also fired by the Japanese.
However, because there were no bunkers and the troops were completely exposed to the opponent's guns, the puppet troops' casualties were obviously greater than those of the guard platoon, and much greater.
When there were still fifty meters away from the blocking position of the guard platoon, there were not many puppet soldiers left in one platoon, and the Japanese who followed behind were completely exposed in front of the guard platoon.
"Machine gun preparation..." Liu Senyun ordered decisively.
Seeing their comrades killing the enemy happily, while hiding behind the bunker and being unable to move, the three machine gunners almost went crazy.
After hearing Liu Senyun's order, the anxious expression on his face was quickly replaced by excitement. The machine gun was mounted on the bunker and began to search for shooting targets.
"Shoot..." As soon as the words came out of Liu Senyun's mouth, the machine gun rang out.
The bullets were wrapped in flames and flew out from the constantly shaking muzzle, just like the little devils with eyes that penetrated into the machine gun gloves and sights...
In just one fire attack, three machine guns killed nearly half of the Japs.
The Japanese lieutenant who led the team plopped down on the ground, dodging the hail of bullets that came towards him, and then shouted with a look of pain: "Retreat, everyone retreat immediately!"
"Grenade shooting, knock out the Eighth Route Army's firepower points for me."
"Contact the stronghold. I want artillery support to destroy all the enemy bunkers!"
