Zhao Ting's counterattack was unexpectedly successful, pushing the defense line forward by five to six hundred meters, directly threatening the Japanese's frontline command center.
At the same time, Zhao Ting and the others had occupied this position. They had directly caused a dent in the originally neat defense line of the Japanese soldiers, as if a nail had been embedded.
If the Chinese army were to use this place as a springboard, it would be very convenient for them to attack forward or sweep out from both sides. It would be very disadvantageous to the Japanese.
The ghost was naturally unwilling to give up. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that Zhao Ting and the others had yet to stabilize their footing to counterattack and take back this position.
After Zhao Ting and the others took over the place, they quickly repaired the trenches and quickly clashed with the Japanese soldiers.
Although the Japanese soldiers were roaring like mad beasts, they were still fighting.
However, the soldiers of the 3rd Battalion who were guarding the position were as firm as a mountain, especially Zhao Ting, the sharpshooter. He specifically targeted the Machine Gunners, Grenadiers, and officers who posed the greatest threat.
In just half an hour, not only did the Japanese fail to take back the position, but they also lost two second lieutenants and more than ten machine gunners and Grenadiers.
One had to know that the training of Machine Gunners and Grenadiers required a lot of time and effort. With so many of them killed by Zhao Ting, the overall combat effectiveness of the Japanese squadron was greatly reduced.
When the Japanese suffered a defeat, they still wanted to counterattack, but the commander of the 301st Regiment, Zhang Lingpu, brought reinforcements and stabilized the position. The Japanese had no choice but to retreat.
"The devils have retreated, the devils have retreated!"
Seeing the arrogant Japanese soldiers quickly turn around and leave in frustration, the Chinese soldiers cheered loudly.
"Bang!"
" Congratulations to the host for killing a Japanese soldier. Battle points 50."
Zhao Ting aimed at the retreating soldiers and knocked one of them to the ground. He panted heavily and sat down on the ground.
He rubbed his sore shoulders and took a water bottle from a dead soldier beside him. He unscrewed the lid and gulped down a large mouthful of cold water before he relaxed.
From the time they used explosives to blow up the attacking Japanese soldiers, to the time they counterattacked and occupied the Japanese soldiers 'position, and then resisted the Japanese's counterattack.
During this period of time, it was almost a high-intensity battle. Zhao Ting did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. After all, bullets did not have eyes on the battlefield.
Now that the Japanese had retreated, he could finally relax. He felt as if his entire body was about to fall apart, especially his shoulders, which were sore from the recoil of the 79 rifle.
Even though the battle was very fast, Zhao Ting did gain some points. After a series of battles, he had accumulated 6000 points.
"Congratulations to the host for unlocking the beginner close-combat skill. Would the host like to learn it? A special reminder: learning this skill costs 5000 points.”
The battle had ended, and the mechanical voice of the war system rang out again.
Zhao Ting had already fully understood the power of the Beginner Godly Sniper skill. Now that he had unlocked a new skill, and a melee skill was a life-saving skill, he naturally would not give up on learning it.
"Studying."
"Host, please wait a moment."
Soon, a white light flashed. The exhausted Zhao Ting felt that his entire body was filled with powerful strength again. He threw a punch that carried a faint sound of wind.
Although he did not know how powerful this beginner melee combat skill was, Zhao Ting believed that since it was something from the war system, it should not be too bad. If there was a chance, he could recruit people to practice it.
While Zhao Ting was resting, the Chinese soldiers did not rest after the battle. Instead, they were busy repairing the trenches and cleaning up the battlefield.
" Captain, we've made a fortune this time. We've seized 15 boxes of Japanese cantaloupes and three crooked machine guns. We've seized more than 30,000 bullets."
Soon, the acting platoon leader of Third Platoon, Old Wang, brought his brothers back to Zhao Ting, the acting company commander, carrying bags of things.
The things they had seized were piled up like a small mountain, and this was only what they had seized. Seeing so many things, Zhao Ting was also happy.
Zhao Ting was now the acting company commander, so he recommended Old Wang, who he was familiar with, to be the acting platoon leader of Third Platoon. Battalion Commander Wang Hai also agreed.
"How are the casualties of our brothers?”
This company could be considered his own team now. Zhao Ting looked at these brothers who were covered in smoke and in tattered military uniforms and asked the only remaining acting platoon leader, Old Wang.
Old Wang replied," Our battle went smoothly. Five died and six were injured. One platoon leader was sent away with serious injuries. The rest are all here, and there are still thirty-one heads.”
It was inevitable for generals to die in battle. Right now, the Chinese army and the millions of Japanese soldiers were fighting fiercely on the battlefield, and countless people died every day.
In such a vast battlefield, human lives were like grass. Therefore, this time, they not only paid a small price to defend their position, but they also counterattacked and seized the Japanese's position. To Old Wang and the others, this was a profit.
Zhao Ting also knew that they were used to seeing life and death and had become numb to the deaths of their brothers, so he understood them.
"Remember the brothers who died in battle. When the time comes, their families can also get a pension.”
"Send the injured brothers to the back and let them recuperate in peace.”
"Yes, sir!"
"Brothers, you played very well today! He showed off the might of our Chinese soldiers and did not embarrass us!”
Zhao Ting looked around at the surviving brothers and praised them. This made these brothers very excited. After all, it was an honor to be praised by their commander.
"Old Wang, open all the canned food we seized from the Japanese. Tonight, we'll make canned potatoes for our brothers to eat. We'll open up some foreign meat to reward everyone!”Zhao Ting said with a smile.
If it was in the past, these seized good things would be intercepted by the officers of all levels, and the soldiers at the bottom could only pick up the leftovers.
Now, in order to win the hearts of the people, Zhao Ting directly rewarded these canned food to the soldiers who had gone through life and death with him.
"Thank you, Company Commander!"
"Thank you, Company Commander!"
"Company commander is a good person."
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After hearing Zhao Ting's words, these brothers were all excited. Their impression of Zhao Ting, the new acting company commander, continued to rise.
Verbal praise was just to make the brothers feel better, but this reward of eating canned food was a real benefit.
"Look at you guys. As long as you follow me and fight the Japanese, I'll treat you to canned food every day.”Zhao Ting laughed and scolded heroically.
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