The Japanese scout Yasuo Igawa was very alert on the battlefield. After Zhou Wen's first shot, he didn't hesitate at all. He immediately lay down, rolled over, and hid in front of the large rock that was barely considered a bunker.
Later, when he had just completely covered his body, "Whoosh! Whoosh!" Three bullets were fired, and the experienced sound from the impact point made him know that he was being targeted by a master.
He immediately knew that the strange and low sound coming from his ears was the sound of a gun, but he didn't have time to think about what gun it was. He only knew that if his movements were even 0.1 seconds slower before, now he had changed.
Became a corpse.
Just like the two leading soldiers on his left and right sides before, although they also fell down on the spot at the same time, they were still turned into two corpses with lingering warmth.
Igawa Yasuo's hiding position was just right where he could see the black hole on the forehead of one of the corpses that was still bleeding. It was like the eyes of a demon from hell, glaring directly at him, making him feel numb all over.
He quickly turned his head to look. The scene behind him almost made his nerves collapse. His face looked like he had seen a ghost. The most elite soldiers of the Japanese Empire were attacking the opponent with precision and violence beyond his own knowledge.
Under the ground blow, it completely lost its resistance within a few seconds.
All the officers were dead, all the sergeants were dead, all the supporting firepower was gone, and there were only a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered with faces filled with fear and despair.
At this moment, his head began to become confused, confused by the conflict between the scene in front of him and his inherent thinking. This is the Chinese army that he has always known? Which Chinese army can have this kind of ability? Even the soldiers of the Japanese Empire can
An unattainable level of combat power?
At this moment, he, who had more than ten years of experience as a hunter in the mountains of Hokkaido, Japan, and had even hunted brown bears, knew that he and all his teammates behind him had become prey...
The battle ended quickly, and nothing unexpected happened. Although Igawa Yasuo escaped the bullets from the front, all his movements were reflected in Zhang Xiaoping's six-power sight 400 meters away from his side and behind.
It's futile and redundant.
Zhang Xiaoping admired the battlefield qualities of this Japanese scout and gently pulled the trigger.
At the same time that his bullet hit Ikawa Yasuo's heart, an 81mm heavy-duty slap cannon bullet also accurately fell, completely ending Igawa Yasuo's pain before his death.
Zhang Xiaoping, who was lying behind a bush and wearing a ghillie suit, sighed helplessly. He saw that this Japanese soldier was extraordinary. He might also be a sharpshooter of the Japanese army. He also thought about searching the corpse for a while.
He tried to see if there were any trophies that interested him, but Xu Dacheng's accurate shot made his plan come to nothing.
If you still want to find any intact limbs of this Japanese scout in the center of the explosion of a heavy bomb weighing 6.9 kilograms, your chances of winning the first prize in lottery tickets are lower than those of future generations.
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At 8 o'clock in the morning, Commander-in-Chief Jiang, who had been awake all night, finally received the battle report message from Zhou Wen from the temple. The previous worries and anxiety had been completely replaced by shock and disbelief.
If the message from the 156th Brigade that the Japanese troops had stopped attacking and retreated to the front line before last night had not arrived at the same time, Commander-in-Chief Chiang and Commander Cai would have suspected that Zhou Wen was lying about his military exploits and would not believe it was true.
You must know that since the Songhu War began, tens of thousands of people from China and Japan have been fighting fiercely for nearly a month. When the ammunition reserves before the war were almost exhausted, the results achieved by the 19th Route Army were only at the cost of more than 2,000 casualties.
, killed and wounded less than a thousand Japanese soldiers, of which the total number of Japanese soldiers killed on the spot that could be accurately counted was only more than 300, and the bodies were basically dragged back by the Japanese army.
Now you Zhou Wen said that relying on the Shanxi Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army of more than 1,000 people from the Central Party Committee, in a short period of time before and after dawn this morning, more than 800 Japanese troops who landed at Zhaojiaqiao were annihilated and killed, and nearly 100 Japanese boats were destroyed.
At the same time, they also shot and killed a total of 81 people from a reinforced squadron of Japanese troops lurking behind our army in a field southeast of Miaohang Town.
How dare you, with only 1,200 men, split your troops into two groups in such an important battle that affects the direction of the entire war?
Why is it that the chief military officer does not command the small troops that go to ambush the enemy on the main battlefield?
How fucking confident do you have to be, or even arrogant, to arrange it like this? And how damn did you win?
It is impossible for any military commander of the Chinese army to believe this kind of thing based on a telegram alone. Some even more grumpy people may directly send people to arrest Zhou Wen directly in the name of lying about military information. You are so fucking
Is it because I don’t understand or because I have read too many interpretation novels that I am so bragging without even making a draft?
However, not long after, a telegram from the 122nd Brigade was sent over, confirming the news of the defeat of the Japanese army, and reported that their regiment was now cooperating with the soldiers of the Shanxi Anti-Japanese Volunteer Army of the Central Party Committee to clean up the battlefield. It was confirmed that there were many Japanese corpses on the river beach.
There were more than 320 corpses of Japanese soldiers that were salvaged from the river and could be basically identified. Among them were the corpses of the Japanese major captain and several lieutenant-level officers, as well as many broken limbs.
The arm cannot recognize Yunyun.
At the end of the message, it was also reported that twenty-seven Japanese prisoners and wounded soldiers had been caught in a coma after being overly soaked in the river. What should the command do with them?
At this time, General Jiang and Commander Cai couldn't help but not believe it. However, they were speechless while holding several long messages. The facts in front of them almost overturned their usual cognition. Both of them were a little confused for a long time.
I can't come back to my senses. This is just like a dream. No, I have never dreamed of such a glorious victory and ending.
At the same time, Major General Shimomoto Kumaya, the brigade commander of the Japanese 24th Composite Brigade, was also in a daze at the brigade headquarters and began to doubt life.
When the remaining more than 180 frightened rear guards of the Japanese 143 Brigade led the adjutant of the brigade who ordered them to retreat and retreated to the Japanese position at Wusongkou in embarrassment, Major General Xiayuan knew that the attack had failed.
Although he didn't know how his plan was discovered by the Chinese army, it did not affect him from immediately issuing retreat orders to the other two brigades that were still attacking the main position of the 156th Brigade of the Chinese army.
There is no need for the precious lives of Imperial soldiers to be wasted on this hopeless attack.
Next, he immediately learned about the tragic experience of the 143rd Brigade from the adjutant of the brigade, but he still couldn't believe that it was all true. He stood on the Japanese position in Wusongkou, silently looking at Yunzao Bang
Deep in the river, he hoped that his loyal and brave soldiers of the 143rd Brigade would evacuate more people and come back.
However, the reality was cruel. Until daybreak, on the river where the morning fog began to dissipate, except for the cool breeze blowing, not even a single imperial rubber boat appeared in his eyes.
But he still couldn't believe it or didn't want to believe it. He even poked his cheek with the hand holding the telescope, but the pain he felt told him that he was not dreaming.