The Eighth Company Commander shouted while holding the box cannon and rushing out of the hiding spot.
A few dozen meters away, a dozen Japanese soldiers who had received the order to assemble and assemble were approaching the artillery position, all with their backs exposed to the Eighth Company.
"Pa bang..."
The Eighth Company Commander raised his box cannon and fired three times. Commander Cao, who had a plaster flag on his rifle, fell down at the sound, with two bloody holes appearing in his back.
""Bah bah... da da da..."
Not to be outdone, other soldiers fired bullets from their guns one after another.
While running, pull the bolt, eject the bullet case, push a new bullet into the chamber, hold the flat end in your hand, and continue shooting.
Among the soldiers, the machine gunner is the most enjoyable to fight.
Holding the light machine gun in his arms, he pulled the trigger forward, and the familiar sound of machine gun fire rang out.
Strings of bullets jumped out of the gun and flew towards the Japanese's back in a fan shape.
Several Japanese were killed at the same time, sweeping away a large area.
"Sir, the Eighth Route Army is coming from the northeast of us. The offensive firepower is very fierce. Our troops are too scattered and will collapse at the first touch. We are no match." The chief of staff witnessed the unstoppable situation of the Eighth Company all the way and reported anxiously.
The major next to him started to panic and continued to report: "Their target seems to be an artillery position."
"Chuntian-kun's troops are also there. If the Eighth Route Army is allowed to rush over, they will definitely be killed first."
The captain took a deep breath to keep himself calm.
Although he didn't know how this Eighth Route Army appeared, he knew one thing clearly: the Eighth Route Army must not be allowed to advance into the artillery positions.
Whether it is ordinary artillery or artillery that fires poison gas bombs, they are their trump card against the garrison, and nothing can happen to anyone.
He quickly drew out his command knife, pointed at the direction where the Eighth Route Army was charging, and ordered: "Tell Mr. Springfield to fire gas bombs immediately to stop the oncoming Eighth Route Army."
The messenger rushed to the artillery position to give the order.
After his back completely disappeared, the regimental commander turned his attention to the Eighth Company, which was charging forward quickly, and silently said that the artillery could counterattack quickly.
I didn't expect the sound of cannons on the artillery position, but I did expect the sound of gunfire in the level.
The terrifying and dull sound of anti-aircraft machine gun fire suddenly sounded.
Thick bullets passed over everyone's heads and flew toward the artillery position.
The effective range of more than one thousand meters allows anti-aircraft machine gun bullets to fly to the battlefield and still have huge lethality.
If an artillery soldier wants to serve the artillery in his hand well, he cannot do it alone. There can be as few as two or three people, as many as five or six people, surrounding the artillery, becoming the best target for anti-aircraft machine guns.
Many people were killed and injured in an instant, and those who were still alive did not care to continue firing and quickly dispersed to avoid the hail of bullets flying towards them.
"kill……"
At this time, there was also a cry of killing coming from inside the level.
More than a hundred Eighth Route Army troops rushed out of the checkpoint like hungry wolves, howling and rushing toward everyone at very fast speeds.
The light machine gun was held in the arms of the machine gunner, and he fired while attacking.
Bullets kept passing by the commander of the regiment. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. His heart was trembling, and he pointed at a messenger and gave the order.
"Go and tell Mr. Chunchun to use half of the artillery to fire gas bombs at the Eighth Route Army rushing out of the checkpoint and stop them too."
"Others quickly gathered towards the artillery positions and resolutely repelled the Eighth Route Army's attack."
"As long as the aviation troops that reinforce us come and kill us, we will win."
"Not only can we kill their heavy artillery units, but we can also kill the nearby troops besieging us. Kill two birds with one stone."
"We killed more than 2,000 people in the garrison the night before yesterday. If we kill more than 1,000 people in the garrison and their heavy artillery battalion today, there will be no one left in the garrison, and the entire army will be destroyed not far away."
"Boom boom boom..."
While waiting anxiously, the long-lost sound of artillery fire finally came from the artillery position.
After a few seconds, no explosion was heard, but a large amount of smoke rose from the center of the attacking troops of the garrison.
These fumes are highly toxic, and the captain knew it very well.
The thicker the poisonous smoke that filled the battlefield, the happier he became, and before he knew it, a smile appeared on his face.
As if victory was within grasp, he shouted excitedly: "The Eighth Route Army attacking us has been covered in poison gas, they are finished."
"The troops will assemble immediately and I will launch an attack to kill them."
"Ordinary artillerymen seize the opportunity to fire and continue to cover the checkpoint with artillery fire. The power of the anti-aircraft machine guns is too great. They cannot be allowed to hide on the checkpoint and shoot at us unscrupulously."
Several mortars were the first to launch a counterattack.
As soon as the roaring explosion sounded, the gunfire on the level stopped.
The remaining artillerymen seize the opportunity to join the battle and fire more shells towards the level.
The captain was even happier than before.
The offensive troops of the garrison were blocked by poison gas and their lives and deaths were unknown. The powerful air defense troops were also suppressed by artillery fire and could not shoot.
The balance of victory is tilting towards me little by little.
As long as the aviation force arrives on the battlefield in time and kills the heavy artillery battalion of the garrison regiment, it will win this battle.
Accidents always happen unexpectedly.
the more you hope, the harder you fall.
When the commander of the regiment was confidently waiting for victory, the Eighth Route Army, shrouded in poisonous gas, unexpectedly rushed out.
Wearing a pig-nose mask, holding a gun, and holding a light machine gun, he continued to attack the assembled subordinates.
"Da da da... bah bah..."
Amidst the chaotic gunfire, soldiers were killed one after another...
The co-captain was stunned for a full ten seconds before he reacted. His eyes were round and he clenched his fists to suppress the anger that was surging out of him to keep himself calm.
In his previous judgment, the limited gas masks of the defense group were all in the level.
Many subsequent battle plans and concepts were made based on this judgment.
Now that this judgment was wrong, it meant that many of my judgments about the garrison were wrong, and many of my operational plans for the garrison were also wrong.
The current posture of the guard group is not like stalling for time, but rather taking advantage of your illness to kill you and eliminate yourself here.
The co-captain was frightened by the idea that suddenly popped into his head, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was true.
A glance at the battlefield revealed that there were at most 500 troops being assembled, scattered across a 500-meter radius, making it difficult to form a combat effectiveness.
The two Eighth Route Army troops attacking us were just the opposite, like two sharp knives, thrusting straight into the artillery positions.
The subordinates encountered along the way were too scattered and their firepower could not be concentrated. It was impossible to intercept the firepower, and they all collapsed at the first touch.
According to their current offensive, if they are not stopped as soon as possible, they will be able to reach the artillery position in five minutes at most.
The artillery with more than 200 people left was certainly no match.
Once the artillery is gone, the gas bombs will lose their value because they cannot be fired, and their two major trump cards will be gone.
Even if the aviation force arrived on the battlefield in time, they would not be able to make a comeback, let alone turn defeat into victory.
The more the captain thought about it, the paler his face became, and he completely lost his composure.
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