Under the light of the fire, the Japanese were all excited and their eyes were burning.
Since the Meiji Restoration, the Japanese in the east have only taken the Yellow Emperor as their foundation.
East... They had been rooted in the North for decades, and their understanding of Black Mountain and White Water even surpassed that of Zhang Yuting and Marshal Zhang.
They had waited for this opportunity with great difficulty. How could they not be fanatical?
In fact.
In the eyes of the Japanese, the East in front of them…The 7th Brigade of the Northern Army was no match for them.
As soon as the diplomatic note was issued, the timid and cowardly Zhi... How could that person disobey?
In history, everything was as the Japanese had expected. Zhang Xiaoliu was going to the east... The North cupped his hands and gave up.
However, no one expected that there would be another variable, Feng Xuan, who had transmigrated.
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At this moment, when the Japanese were less than 300 meters away from the camp, all the soldiers could clearly see the appearance of the Japanese.
"Fire!"
The guard battalion commander, Chen Zheng, immediately gave the order.
The 800 American soldiers pulled their triggers in unison.
"Da da! Da da!"
Accompanied by orderly mechanical sounds, orange flames flickered continuously on the battlefield.
More than 400 M1 Garland semi-automatic rifles, more than 100 Thomas submachine guns, and nearly 100 Browning light and heavy machine guns opened fire at the same time.
The bullets that covered the sky penetrated the Japanese's body mercilessly.
At such a close distance, there was no need to aim. Every bullet would hit the Japanese.
"Ah! Yamei fell!"
"Your Majesty, save me!"
"I don't want to die!"
Instantly.
The advancing Japanese seemed to have been reaped by the Grim Reaper's scythe.
Hundreds of bodies riddled with bullets appeared in the fire.
Wails and screams rang out endlessly.
"Baga Yalu! Zhi…How could that person?"
Looking at the tragic scene in the binoculars, the captain of the independent garrison's first brigade, Shimamoto Masayoshi, gritted his teeth, his face red as blood.
He was about to go crazy from anger.
He thought that he could easily conquer Fengtian and conquer the entire East... The North was a gift to His Majesty the Emperor.
He did not expect to suffer such a crushing defeat just as he attacked.
As a special railway garrison in Manchuria, there were a total of six independent garrisons, each with only 750 people.
Moreover, the independent garrison brigade was not equipped with heavy weapons, and its firepower was equivalent to that of the local security forces.
The first independent garrison had lost more than half of its members in the previous round of fighting.
If they were to do it again, wouldn't they all be shattered into pieces?
"Lieutenant General! Zhi…Should they request the guidance of the 29th Regiment?”
Inouyo Taro, the staff officer of the First Battalion of the Independent Garrison, asked respectfully.
Even though Shimamoto Shoichi was extremely unwilling, he knew very well that the number of people in his first independent garrison team was inferior.
They had already lost more than half of their forces in the previous round of attack. If this continued, they would probably be completely wiped out.
" Inform Colonel Hirata to request guidance from the 29th Regiment Artillery."
After pondering for a while, Shimamoto Masa gritted his teeth and gave the order with a livid face.
"Yes, sir!"
InuyoTaro quickly went down to call the 29th regiment command center.
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After a while.
"Xiu! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Dozens of cannonballs with long trails streaked across the night sky.
It smashed heavily into the guard camp.
"Boom!"
The explosion was deafening.
Flames soared into the sky and smoke filled the air.
The shockwave swept across the entire camp, causing soil and debris to be continuously stirred up.
The American Mechanical Soldiers curled up in their cat ear holes, not daring to show even a little bit of their bodies.
After experiencing the day... After the Russian war, the Japanese had improved greatly in terms of tactics and tactics. They were very skilled in coordinating their infantry and artillery.
With just one round of artillery fire, the 29th regiment's artillery began to fire at the guard camp.
Accompanied by explosions, flames, and smoke.
One by one, the Japanese soldiers with Type 38 rifles and burning eyes quickly advanced.
The vanguard of the 29th regiment of the Kwantung Army had also arrived at the battlefield, cooperating with the first battalion of the independent garrison to launch an attack.
At this moment, the Japanese's powerful artillery fire had turned the battlefield into a mess.
Broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the charred black soil.
Not even a complete corpse could be found.
300 meters
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200 meters
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At this time, the Japanese no longer hid their figures and directly charged forward.
"Board!"
"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"
Over a thousand khaki-colored figures charged towards the guard camp.
The opposing camp was still deathly silent. It was as if all the Yan Huang soldiers had died from the bombardment.
Gradually.
The Japanese were getting closer and closer to the camp.
They were just one sprint away from completely crossing the trenches and heading straight for the Northern Camp.
"Fight!"
In an instant.
A loud shout spread throughout the entire camp.
"Da da! Da da!"
The American soldiers who were originally hiding in the anti-cannon holes had unknowingly appeared in the trenches.
Under Chen Zheng's orders.
Everyone stuck their heads out and pulled the trigger.
For a moment, the orange flames illuminated the entire camp.
Nearly 1,000 M1 Garland semi-automatic rifles, Thompson submachine guns, and Browning light and heavy machine guns opened fire.
Countless bullets pierced through the air and covered the Japanese like a storm.
Within a distance of less than a hundred meters, the Japanese could not find cover at all.
Under such a terrifying attack, they were beaten into bloody gourds one after another.
Ramgha Guard Camp.
This powerful modern army of Yan Huang during the Anti-Japanese War completely displayed its own style.
In just one minute.
Most of the thousands of Japanese soldiers who attacked were riddled with bullets.
"Kill!"
"Annihilate all the Japanese!"
"We can't let a Japanese leave the camp!”
Before the Japanese could react, the American soldiers led by Chen Zheng launched a counterattack.
Under the night sky.
Amidst the fire and smoke.
Nearly a thousand American soldiers wearing khaki military uniforms and helmets swarmed out.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The continuous gunshots rang out in a radius of ten miles.
The semi-automatic troops showed their ferocity for the first time in this time and space.
It was just a guard battalion, but their firepower was comparable to an entire Japanese exploration team.
The densely packed bullets made people tremble in fear.
When the defeated Japanese soldiers saw this kind of attack, they couldn't care less and all turned around to escape to their own positions.
The guard battalion drove the remaining soldiers away, sweeping through everything as they headed straight for the devil leader's camp.
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