The chief of staff figured it out: as long as the heavy artillery unit of the garrison was killed, the remaining troops and firepower would not be afraid even if they all gathered together to attack.
But luck is not as good as fate, and Li Hao has no intention of killing them through night attacks.
Instead, while the heavy artillery battalion was still there and their aircraft reinforcements had not arrived for more than an hour, we made an all-out effort to annihilate them all here.
The shelling continued, and Japanese soldiers were constantly killed and injured in the roaring explosions.
Although dispersion can reduce troop casualties, it cannot change the fact that heavy artillery is powerful.
No matter how scattered the Japanese and puppet troops are, there will definitely be someone within a radius of 10 to 20 meters.
No matter where the cannonball hits, there will be results, it just doesn't matter how much.
The co-captain also realized this situation, and a look of anxiety slowly appeared on his calm face.
"Baghe Road, why haven't the bombardments of the garrison stopped yet? Don't their heavy artillery shells cost money? A shell only kills two or three people. Even the heavy artillery troops of the Imperial Army are not that wealthy!"
"Sir, the garrison seems to be preparing to use artillery shells to consume us in large numbers!" The chief of staff was also anxious and quickly expressed his thoughts.
"I can see that!" the captain replied angrily, eyes wide.
"At first, one round of artillery shells could kill more than a hundred of us. Now that we are scattered, one round of artillery shells can only kill twenty or thirty of us. If the one who fired the artillery was the heavy artillery unit of the Imperial Army, it would definitely be killed in this case.
Stop shooting, it's a waste to use heavy artillery like this."
"But the garrison didn't stop!"
"Their ammunition reserves are certainly not as large as those of the Imperial Army, but they are wasting artillery shells so much. There can be no other reason than using artillery shells to kill and consume us in large numbers."
"One round of shelling can kill twenty or thirty of our soldiers, and ten rounds of shelling can kill two to three hundred of us."
"If they have enough ammunition and cannonball like this for ten minutes, our few troops will be blown up."
"Inform the troops that they will continue to disperse to further reduce the damage caused by artillery shells to us."
"Our troops are limited, and if we kill each one, we will lose one. We must not let their conspiracy succeed."
The chief of staff quickly accepted the order and immediately called the guards and messengers around him to separate and give the order.
At this time, the Japanese and puppet troops on the battlefield were all hiding on both sides of the mountain road in units of infantry platoons and infantry squads.
If attacked, this infantry team will definitely not be defeated in one blow, and it will definitely have the ability to protect itself for a short period of time.
Then move closer to nearby troops while fighting, and wait for an infantry squadron or two infantry squadrons to gather together.
These troops can not only protect themselves, but also carry out counterattacks under the cover of sufficient firepower to defeat the Eighth Route Army attacking them.
If you continue to divide your troops, your troops can only move in units.
If attacked, the opponent only needs to kill more than one platoon of troops, and the combat unit will be defeated in one blow. It will not even have a chance to assemble and will be killed by the opponent on the spot. This gives the garrison an excellent opportunity to defeat everyone individually.
Chance.
Therefore, after receiving the order from the commander of the regiment to continue dividing the troops, each squad leader somewhat refused.
But military orders cannot be violated, especially in the highly hierarchical Japanese army.
Even if their superiors tell them to die, they must carry it out with their heads held high.
In the woods northeast of the battlefield, more than a hundred soldiers were shuttled through.
Each soldier was wearing camouflage and blended in with the surrounding environment. He was holding a gun and was very alert to touch forward. The Japanese army wanted to find their traces more than ten meters away and prepared in advance, but the possibility was almost zero.
The eighth company commander walked in the middle of the team holding a box cannon.
The thunderous sound of artillery at the foot of the mountain provided them with the best cover, and they were able to reach the foot of the mountain without being noticed by the Japanese.
When the company commander waved his hand and wanted to lead the team to move forward, the reconnaissance squad leader ran over panting heavily.
"Company commander, there are Japanese soldiers fifty meters ahead. Thirteen people. They are equipped with a light machine gun and no grenades. They should be a combat unit."
"Fifty meters away from the left and right wings of this group of Japanese soldiers, there are two groups of Japanese soldiers scattered. There are also a dozen people. They are equipped with a light machine gun. One has a grenade, and the other does not..."
The Eighth Company Commander understood immediately after thinking about it: "In order to avoid artillery fire and reduce casualties, the Japanese had to divide their troops and hide. I didn't expect them to be so dispersed. They acted directly as combat units. It was a blessing from God."
Having said this, the Eighth Company Commander's eyes began to shine.
Holding the box cannon in his hand, he excitedly ordered: "This is an opportunity given to us by God. There is no need to say, kill them!"
"The first platoon is with me to deal with the Japanese at the front, the second platoon is responsible for the ones on the left, and the third platoon is responsible for the ones on the right."
"The security squad followed me, firing two heavy machine guns to support the second and third platoons respectively."
"First get close to the Japanese, then wait for the shells to explode and shoot them, trying to eat them silently."
"Rumble..."
A shell hit and exploded more than thirty meters away. Although the dozen or so Japanese soldiers lying here were not injured, everyone's ears were buzzing from the explosion and they were dizzy.
Although it was painful, no one showed it, and instead everyone showed a look of relief on their faces.
If the shell just hit them more than ten meters away, more than a dozen people would definitely not be lying here intact, and they would be seriously injured if they were not killed.
"Rumble..."
Another artillery shell exploded near them, this time the impact point was further away than before.
But the dozen or so Japanese soldiers were not happy.
The moment the shell exploded, dozens of bullets suddenly appeared from nowhere and flew towards everyone from all directions.
Everyone was lying on the ground with their heads in their hands, feeling highly nervous. Some people were praying in their hearts that the next shells that would hit them would be far away from them, and they were not at all wary of the surroundings.
When the opponent fired, the shell exploded just in time. The violent explosion completely covered up the sound of the gunfire, and nothing could be heard.
Faced with the sudden bullets, everyone was blinded.
The bullets seemed to appear out of thin air and penetrated their bodies without any warning.
More than a dozen Japanese soldiers were hiding in this area, under the unified command of a commander. However, in order to prevent everyone from being hit by artillery shells, they lay several meters apart from each other, motionless.
Amidst the rumbling sound of artillery, even if a soldier is killed by bullets flying inexplicably, the comrades nearby will not notice anything.
A total of three groups of little devils were killed by the Eighth Company silently.
At this time, the Eighth Company had reached a position 500 meters away from the Japanese artillery position.
The Japanese soldiers dodging artillery fire are getting denser and thicker in front, and they will definitely be exposed if they continue to advance.
In order to catch the opponent off guard, the company commander decisively stopped.
"Everyone stop advancing and prepare your gas masks. As soon as the artillery fire from the heavy artillery battalion stops, we will attack the Japanese artillery positions."
"The gas bombs are right there. If we take down the Japanese troops who fired the gas bombs, we will win this battle."
"Boom..." The last cannonball fell.
The moment smoke rose into the sky, a soldier was blown into the sky along with the splashing fire.
Only then did the regiment commander's tense nerves calm down and he quickly ordered: "The troops will assemble immediately and the artillery will be ready for battle."
"Inform Mr. Springfield that if the Eighth Route Army attacks us, we will immediately launch poison gas bombs to stop them."
"In order to avoid artillery fire, our troops were too dispersed and could easily be defeated individually by the Eighth Route Army."
"Only when we gather together can we form combat effectiveness and protect the artillery until the aviation force comes over."
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