For a time, under the influence of the special forces battalion's anti-charge spirit that disregarded life and death, the national army defenders stationed at the Great Yarn Factory all erupted with unprecedented fighting will and fighting spirit.
Countless soldiers in tattered clothes, straw sandals, and carrying large swords rushed out of the trenches and charged at the Takeuchi United Army's position. The shouts of killing the Japanese for revenge resounded throughout the sky of Zhabei.
The Japanese, led by Takeshi Neizo, were completely disrupted by a sudden gust of wind. The originally flawless plan to wipe out the Chinese garrison instantly turned into a bubble and became a stone that was lifted and smashed on their feet.
The all-pervasive mustard gas instantly wiped out the firepower advantage of the Takeuchi regiment. The soldiers of the tank squadron choked to death in the cramped cockpit before they could even open the cover. The exposed light and heavy firepower points were all temporarily silenced. The soldiers were desperately looking for gas masks.
"General, please retreat to a safe place. The Chinese assault team is about to arrive.”
In the command center of the Takeuchi United, the officers were anxiously advising the commander. The hierarchy in the Japanese troops was very strict, and there was a joint responsibility. If the commander did not protect himself on the battlefield, he would be dismembered after the battle.
"Baka Yalu!"
"Ha Yi!"
Akita, the assistant officer of the General Staff Department, nodded and bowed as he accepted the order. He would die anyway. If he died in battle, his family in Hokkaido would receive preferential treatment. If he died in defeat, his entire family would be disgraced.
In that era, the Japanese soldiers were stronger than the national army in terms of physical fitness and military training. Even after being accidentally injured by their own poison gas bombs, they quickly recovered from the panic and began to enter the battle position under the strong suppression of the assistant officer.
Rhythmic long and short bursts of light and heavy machine guns rang out from the Japanese camp, reaping the lives of rows of soldiers who had launched counter-charges.
The Japanese began to suppress them with their powerful firepower. The 547th and 548th Regiment had to lie down and look for cover. From time to time, they would pull out their Zhongzheng rifles and fire at the Japanese.
However, by the time the Japanese regained their senses and began to organize a counterattack, more than a hundred warriors from the special forces battalion had already broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese and headed straight for the command center of the Three Takeshi.
The command post was in the shape of a concave, connected to each other by a traffic ditch. Takeuchi himself was located in the center of the concave. There were light and heavy machine guns in the hidden fortresses on the left and right, forming a crossfire posture that was enough to cover all shooting angles.
The hidden fortress responsible for the safety of the command center finally showed its might. It spat out a fire net and tore the three special forces soldiers who were carrying explosives at the front into pieces. A dark red mist exploded in front of Guo Zixu.
"Everyone lie down!"
"Occupy the tunnel at the junction of the traffic ditch. Set up the heavy machine guns and shoot the Japanese if you see them. Don't save your bullets.”
Guo Zixu gave another order. Then, he lay down in the sandbag pile and observed the situation through the scope on his helmet.
As long as they could take down Takeuchi's headquarters, the Special Agent Battalion would be able to escape the Japanese's encirclement and drive down the Suzhou Creek to reach Sihang Warehouse.
At the same time, Takeuchi Renzo also noticed the Chinese commando team in front of him, but he did not panic at all. Instead, he felt like a cat catching a mouse.
With just a hundred assault troops, they wanted to take down the fortified headquarters? It was simply a fantasy and a fool's dream.
"Order, the 2nd and 4th Infantry Squadron to quickly approach the command center. We must annihilate this Chinese garrison.”Takeuchi Renzo was as steady as Mount Tai as he gave the order.
Very soon, two squadrons of Japanese soldiers moved over from the front and rear of the Special Forces Battalion, and they had already started a fierce exchange of fire.
The long and narrow trenches and traffic channels allowed the special forces battalion's weapons and equipment to play an advantage. The Japanese's advantage in numbers was not so obvious.
The Japanese did not dare to use mortars and grenade launchers because they were afraid of accidentally injuring the command center. They could only charge forward one team at a time, but they could not withstand the crossfire of the semi-automatic rifles and heavy machine guns of the special forces battalion.
"Shen Dalang, think of a way.”Guo Zixu pulled Shen Dalang over.
Shen Dalang used his thumb as a ruler and glanced to the left. He rolled a circle and glanced to the right. He shook his head helplessly and said,""No, Battalion Commander. I realized that the Japanese's bunkers were designed too craftily after a closer look. The command center is like a turtle's head that has shrunk into its shell. There is no shooting angle at all.”
"Give me the flamethrower, and the two of you will follow me out of the trenches. I will bring you to burn the Japanese!”
Guo Zixu gritted his teeth and pointed at the three fire-breathing soldiers. He continued,""Deputy Chen Lian, organize a counterattack and suppress them. I'll leave Shen Dalang's two hidden fortresses to you.”
Da da da, da, da!
Seeing that the battalion commander was about to personally charge to pull out the Japanese's secret fortress, Li Fugui did not care about his own life and death. He risked being shot and set up the M60 general machine gun to provide fire cover for Guo Zixu.
Guo Zixu took advantage of the gap and stepped out of the trench. Two fire-breathing soldiers followed closely behind and quickly rushed towards the Japanese's command center.
"Baka!"
"What are the 2nd and 4th squadrons doing? Inform Ito Nakasuke that if he can't wipe out all the Chinese people in five minutes, he will kill himself to thank His Majesty!”
Takeuchi Renzo was already a little flustered because he saw three people rushing out of the Chinese people's position and heading straight for the command center.
Wasn't the leader the young commander who gave him the middle finger?
"Baka Yalu, what do you stupid Chinese people want? Private Xiao Tian, is the machine gun in your hand a fire stick? I order you to stop them!"
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