"Boom ~"
"Pah, where are our cannons? Hurry up and blow up the Japanese's cannon!”
A Type 92 Infantry Cannon shell exploded beside Li Wu, splashing mud all over his body. He stood up and roared.
As soon as he finished speaking, four or five 75mm field cannons flew toward the Japanese.
However, Li Wu no longer had the energy to care about whether the Japanese's artillery had been blown up or not, because the three Japanese battalions had completely pressed forward. In the eyes of the Japanese, it would be an insult if they could not break through Zhou Weiguo's position in the first wave.
Gunshots rang out continuously from the camp, and the three battalions under Zhou Weiguo's command that had just walked out of the training ground had all entered the camp.
Zhou Weiguo's soldiers were dying one after another, and the Japanese soldiers were also falling. At this time, both sides had no room to retreat, let alone retreat.
Both sides were already fighting until their blood surged and they went crazy.
The soldiers who were transporting the ammunition were already going crazy. Ammo was constantly being delivered to the position, and orange shells kept jumping out of the barrels.
Zhou Weiguo walked up to the battlefield with a light machine gun. His expression was very ugly. His troops had not even fully formed and had already suffered such a tragic battle. A large number of soldiers had died, and even many of the clone soldiers had died.
"Shoot them all, don't save your bullets!”
Zhou Weiguo walked up to a Browning M2 heavy machine gun and pushed the two corpses away. He started to shoot with the heavy machine gun himself. A cloned soldier silently walked up to Zhou Weiguo and loaded his gun.
What Zhou Weiguo didn't know was that just as the casualties on his side were about to reach the point where he couldn't take it anymore, the casualties of the Japanese on the other side were also reaching the limit of the Imperial Guards.
Konebun placed his commander's sword on the ground and gritted his teeth. He looked at the battle in front of him with a gloomy expression.
"Impossible! Impossible! That was impossible! How could these bandits have such powerful firepower? Even the Central Army didn't have such powerful firepower when they had the same number of people. How could they have such powerful firepower?”
Konebun looked at the battlefield in front of him and listened to the continuous gunshots. He kept muttering to himself.
He didn't believe that these bandits had such powerful firepower, and he didn't believe that these bandits would cause so many casualties to his troops.
"Guard, retreat! We've already lost more than half of our men.”
Matsushita Naoto walked up to Keibun and said in a deep voice.
"No, I can't! They could not retreat! I must break through these bandits 'defense line today. Their firepower had been reduced by half. With their firepower, the consumption of ammunition would be astonishing. Not even any of the Empire's regiments could maintain such a high firepower output under such circumstances.
And I don't believe they still have ammunition to continue fighting like this!”
To be honest, there were not many countries in the world that could withstand such an intense firepower output.
At the very least, only a few countries, such as England, Germany, the United States, Italy, and France, could withstand such firepower.
In the eyes of the guards, this kind of firepower consumed a lot of ammunition. These people from Clear Wind Camp were just a group of bandits. How could they have so much ammunition to squander?
Wei Guowen was really wrong about this. Zhou Weiguo really did have so much ammunition to squander. This underground was the arsenal of the alien base. In a war here, he had no shortage of ammunition.
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Time passed by slowly. The Japanese were still charging forward, and the First Battalion was still roaring. However, the firepower on the battlefield was only left with a little more than one-third.
The three battalions had a total of 171 light machine guns, but only 60 of them were left. The three battalions had a total of 45 Browning M2 heavy machine guns, but only 17 were left. The soldiers were also dying in large numbers.
Sometimes, Zhou Weiguo hated himself. If only he could have one month, no! Even if it took half a month, he would still train these soldiers.
Some people said that dragging soldiers who had not undergone strict training into the battlefield was not meant to send them to their deaths. Now, Zhou Weiguo truly understood the meaning of this sentence.
They were the ones who had died the most among the newly recruited soldiers.
The sky began to darken slowly, and the first heavy snow of the year fell from the sky.
Snowflakes slowly drifted in the sky. Zhou Weiguo lay in the trench and panted heavily.
Zhu Ziming walked over with a dark face.
"Brother, the Japanese have retreated!"
Zhu Ziming said with a smile.
Zhou Weiguo also smiled and nodded. The Japanese retreated. After fighting for an entire afternoon, the Japanese finally retreated.
He stood up from the trench and lit a cigarette for himself.
"Li Wu, Sun Fugui, Zhao Shoutian, what about you three?”
Zhou Weiguo shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Second Leader, stop shouting. I'm here! Li Wu, that old fellow, is injured!"
Shoutian Zhao's weak voice sounded. Zhou Weiguo walked over and saw Shoutian Zhao lying in the trench, panting heavily. He was holding a water bottle bag in his hand.
"Li Wu is injured? Where is he?"
Zhou Weiguo looked at him and asked.
"He was carried to the back. The Japanese had shot him in the shoulder, so he should be fine. Riches is at the position over there."
Shoutian Zhao pointed to the other side.
Zhou Weiguo nodded and said," I understand. Go and count the number of people and the casualties of the various battalions immediately!" Then report it to me!"
Shoutian Zhao nodded and stood up to do a headcount.
Meanwhile, Zhou Weiguo sat down and took big puffs of his cigarette.
Zhu Ziming walked over again.
"Brother, there's something that I can't figure out. Why didn't you fill in the guard battalion just now? If we fill it in, we might not be able to kill so many people.”
This was also something that Zhu Ziming did not understand. Even at the most critical moment, Zhou Weiguo did not transfer Xu Hu's guard battalion over.
"That is our last reserve team. If the last reserve team is transferred here, there will be no one to stand guard for us tonight. Moreover, it would not do without a reserve force. Today is only the first day, and we've already filled in the last reserve team. The battles that follow won't be big!”
Zhou Weiguo smiled bitterly. He knew that the old devil Keimei Bunmei still had a troop under his command.
The Japanese had three infantry battalions under their command. From the situation this afternoon, the Japanese should have brought all their forces.
However, this was not the case. The Japanese had 3,800 soldiers in a single infantry regiment, 1,100 soldiers in a single battalion, and 3,300 soldiers in three battalions. Where did the other 500 people go?
These 500 people were naturally the communication squadron and transport team of the Japanese regiment.
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