The next day.
Early in the morning.
Blind Cheng's three regiments arrived at the Ten Mile Slope.
The Yamazaki Regiment occupied the most advantageous terrain on the highest slope of the Ten Mile Slope. They had already built perfect fortifications.
The trenches were connected and were half a meter deep. They could be moved to any location, transporting ammunition, and dispatching troops with ease.
Due to the advantage of the terrain, the trenches could be stacked layer by layer like terraces, creating more firing points and a three-dimensional attack system.
Moreover, the light machine gun and heavy machine gun firing points were scattered in an orderly manner, forming a perfect crossfire.
The mortar squad was in the center, hidden in a deep pit. They were attacking in a straight line.
The mortar's parabola attack could completely hide itself. As long as there was one person in charge of observing and calculating the attack distance, it could carry out a precise attack.
Without the same parabola strike weapon, this situation was difficult to break.
In other words, the 8th Route Army, which had no mortars or anti-aircraft guns, could only be beaten up!
This was the reason why the commander of the Yamazaki United Team, Daisuke Yamazaki, looked down on No. 8.
Although his mortar squad only had five mortars and less than 100 shells, they were still arrogant.
Other than the mortars, he also had two Type 92 heavy machine guns, 10 crooked light machine guns, and the rest of the infantry were all Type 38 rifles. They had plenty of ammunition.
Compared to the Eight Paths, he had the capital to be proud of! What was wrong with being arrogant?
……
Blind Cheng stood at the top of a hill two kilometers away and observed the situation with a telescope. His expression was very ugly.
The Japanese's defense was very difficult to deal with. He could tell at a glance.
Moreover, the commander of the Japanese seemed to be very proficient in mountain warfare.
The terrain he chose was not only the highest terrain in the vicinity, but the surrounding terrain was also very disadvantageous for the subsequent offensive.
The terrain here was narrow and could not accommodate too many people. They could not launch a fierce attack at the same time and could only come in batches.
This was a tactic known as adding fuel to the tank, and it was a taboo tactic.
Because of the strategy of adding fuel, they could not gather too many troops to launch a fierce attack. If the troops were scattered, it would only be easier for them to be defeated one by one.
It could be said that the best way to attack this kind of battle was to organize the fiercest attack. Although there would also be heavy casualties, it would allow the other party to bear the greatest pressure and have a greater chance of winning.
Blind Cheng was in a very bad mood. He could not see any chance of winning with this kind of strategy. However, the situation was right there. Even with such conditions, there was no other way.
No matter how hard the bones were, they had to be gnawed on!
After observing for a moment, Blind Cheng gritted his teeth and ordered,""Third Battalion, First Company, Second Company, get ready…"
"3rd Battalion, copy!"
"Third Battalion, Second Company, copy!"
The two companies that received the order quickly began to prepare.
About two minutes later, two companies of nearly 200 people, led by two company commanders, shouted,""Comrades, charge, comrades, kill…"
They followed the narrow valley and rushed towards the high defense of the Japanese…
The weapons in their hands were almost all made in Hanyang, and there were a few grenades hanging on their waists.
"Charge, kill…"
"Charge, kill…"
The shouts were incessant, and he was fearless of death…
Every soldier knew that if they were the first wave, they would definitely die.
However, every warrior was determined. For the sake of victory, they were ready to give up their lives at any time.
1000 meters, 800 meters, 600 meters…
The commander of the Japanese regiment, Yamazaki, looked at this scene with a contemptuous smile on his face. He was not in a hurry to give the order to fire.
To him, the 200 men from these two regiments were like vegetables delivered to his doorstep, ready to be harvested at any time.
500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters…
The soldiers of the two companies were getting closer and closer to the Japanese. They were so close that they could clearly see the black muzzles of the other party's guns.
Charge! Charge faster.
This was the thought of every eighth path soldier. As long as they could charge forward and fight hand-to-hand with the other party, victory would be theirs.
Because other than that, they had no other advantage.
Daisuke Yamazaki was not in a hurry either. He took out his sword and wiped it with a cloth…
150 meters!
When they were about 150 meters away, he gave the order,"" Pass on my order. Light machine guns and heavy machine guns are not allowed to fire. Only riflemen are allowed to fire. Fire after aiming. Save bullets…"
"Hey!"
The messenger quickly passed down the order and then passed it on to each other through the circular defense.
In a short period of time, the Japanese had received their orders.
It had to be said that this kind of defensive formula that was connected by circular sections was very good.
Even if they were to fight, with the sound of gunfire, this method of communication could quickly convey orders.
Very quickly.
They reached a distance of 100 meters.
"Bang bang…"
The Japanese soldiers fired their Type 38 rifles.
This kind of individual attack mode was more accurate.
At a distance of 100 meters, the Japanese were all good at shooting. They didn't choose to shoot headshots, but chose to shoot at the torso.
As a result, the Japanese were able to hit all their targets without missing a single shot, saving bullets to the greatest extent.
As a result, the soldiers of the eighth division of the two companies screamed and fell row by row, blood flowing from the gun holes in their bodies.
One by one, they fell into a pool of blood. Their eyes were still filled with unwillingness. Their blood-covered hands were still clutching the ground as they tried their best to climb forward and get closer to the little ghosts 'camp...
Until his last breath!
Tragic!
The scene was extremely tragic!
The two of them had killed nearly 200 soldiers of the Eighth Route in just a few minutes!
The Japanese stopped firing.
At the small slope.
Blind Cheng's eyes reddened.
His heart was bleeding as he looked at the corpses that had fallen one after another. These people were still alive and kicking a few minutes ago, but now, they could no longer wake up.
But there was no other way. This was war, and they had to face it.
His heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, and his face gradually twisted. Suddenly, he shouted,""Little Japanese, f * ck your grandmother!"
After shouting, he gave another order loudly,"Third Company, Third Company, Fourth Company, get ready…"
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ps。She was afraid that the big shot would forget about daily life, fresh flowers, monthly votes, evaluation votes…and then she would be thick-skinned and ask for a wave of gifts…
The kind that would roll around on the ground and beg, and would not get up without support…
The data was not ideal. The big shots should support it. Such data made Xiao Mo wonder if he should continue writing…
Big shots, please give me more support. Flowers, monthly votes, evaluation votes, throw more over…
At the very least, he could leave a comment to let Xiao Mo know that there were still people watching…and not on a single screen.
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