"Hit him!"
A tearing roar sounded from the Eighth Route Army's position. It drowned out the sounds of gunfire on the battlefield.
This was a signal for war.
The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who had been enduring the enemy's artillery fire, vented their anger on the enemy at this moment.
There was a dull clatter. Three Type 92 heavy machine guns were firing.
More than half of the battlefield was covered by their firepower. The endless bullets became a scythe that reaped the lives of the Japanese.
However, if one were to ask who was the best scythe to harvest the enemy in this war, the few heavy machine guns would have to be placed at the back.
The main character was the light machine gun that emitted a crisp clattering sound.
As soon as the light machine guns of the assault team appeared, they stunned the Japanese who were charging at them.
Like peeling a fruit with a knife, the hundreds of Japanese soldiers at the front fell to the ground.
The sudden appearance of firepower had achieved at least half of the battle results, causing huge casualties.
The Japanese behind him subconsciously lay on the ground and was horrified to see bullets flying over his head.
"What fierce firepower!"
The infantry could not rush up, and the light and heavy machine guns that provided fire support could not react in time because of the sudden appearance of so many firing points.
The Japanese army's offensive was halted.
Zhang Dabiao skillfully reloaded the light machine gun. He had been paying attention to the enemy's offensive and knew that this was a good opportunity.
"Comrades, charge with me!"
He picked up the light machine gun and rushed out of the trench, charging towards the enemy.
The machine gunners of the assault team also reloaded their magazines and charged out with their machine guns.
They charged while shooting at the enemy, suppressing the Japanese until they could not raise their heads.
"Haha, Japanese, taste Grandpa's bullets!”
"I'll reward you with a foreign toy!"
The powerful German product blew up a sergeant.
As the assault team rushed out, the loud and clear charge horn sounded.
The soldiers of the entire regiment followed the attack sequence and rushed out of the trenches in waves, launching a counterattack against the enemy.
Li Yunlong led a battalion to follow the commando team. When he saw Zhang Dabiao leading the commando team, he was like a sharp knife, killing his way into the Japanese formation.
At this moment, the Japanese who were holding light machine guns and running away were killing happily.
"Motherf * cker, they're charging so fast!"
The firepower was too fierce, and the Japanese could not even use their samurai spirit to fight with their daggers.
They could only be defeated miserably.
It was rare to see such an opportunity to kill the enemy. Li Yun Long was very envious.
"The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. Charge with me!”
Li Yunlong held a Mauser pistol and chased after the assault team.
If he ran any slower, he wouldn't even be able to drink a mouthful of soup.
The new group of warriors were like ferocious tigers descending from the mountain, venting their anger on the enemy.
Even though the Japanese soldiers of Sakata United were the elites of the elites, they were still humans.
They were also afraid of death.
The Japanese were stunned.
In the Japanese command post, Nobutetsu Sakata held up his binoculars. He watched as his troops surged forward like the tide and then retreated like the tide.
"Nani?"
He put down his binoculars and glared at them. His tone was filled with disbelief.
"With just their little military strength, they actually dare to launch a counterattack!”
"What is our opponent trying to do?”
The lieutenant chief of staff was also dumbfounded.""I don't understand. The actions of this group of eight are not normal.
After being surrounded, they actually launched a frontal assault on us.
Could it be that those hidden firing points gave them confidence?”
The Eighth Route Army was good at hiding their strength. They had the strength of a regiment and at most a battalion at the front.
It was normal to hide their firepower.
So why was he using all his firepower to launch a frontal counterattack?
"It's either a desperate charge or a tactical deception. They must have a conspiracy that we don't know about, but we can't know about it at the moment.”
Nobutetsu Sakata came to a conclusion. A soldier's intuition told him that there must be a conspiracy.
He picked up the binoculars and looked again. Gray military uniforms flooded down from the mountains and plains like a tide, hitting the earthen yellow waves and continuously retreating.
Tactical deception?
A few hundred men was already one-third of the strength of the Eighth Route Army.
If this force was used as a tactical deception, then what was their purpose? Where was the fatal blow?
Nobutetsu Sakata was deeply puzzled.
However, Sakata was still very confident in the combat strength of his troops.
As a regular division, the soldiers of the Sakata United Army were all elite veterans.
From 1937 to 1940, he had fought with all the factions in China and had not lost a single battle.
A small Eighth Route Army infantry regiment would only become an insignificant part of the honor of the Sakata United.
Through the binoculars, one could see that the imperial army at the front line had not fallen behind in terms of combat quality. They had already formed a temporary defensive line in units of squadrons.
The scattered soldiers were also gathered by the squad leaders and quickly moved to their own troops to organize the defense.
He wondered what kind of strange tactics the 8th Route Army had come up with. However, in the face of absolute strength, it was still unable to withstand a single blow.
Sakata put down his binoculars and smiled.
Only such an opponent was interesting and worthy of being his enemy.
The assault team, which was the new group of sharp knives, had also encountered quite a bit of trouble at this moment.
The elite troops of the A-class division were not made of mud. Whether it was the officers or the soldiers, their military qualities were not to be underestimated.
The Japanese reserve team had already formed a line of defense in a hurry, using light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers to suppress the assault force.
The disadvantage of the light machine gun's firepower not being able to last long enough was already evident at this moment.
After the retreating Japanese entered a defensive line to catch their breath, they began to approach the commanders at the bottom of the line.
Several teams formed a small team and could control a defense line that was hundreds of meters long.
At this moment, the Japanese army's military superiority was displayed, causing the two wings of the Eighth Route Army commando team to squeeze.
At this moment, the assault team was already half-surrounded by the enemy.
"Second squad, occupy the high ground on the right and set up fire cover.”
"The people from No. 5 Middle School, press forward and eat this damn enemy!”
His attack was blocked and he suffered a huge loss. For him to spout nonsense before the attack, it was undoubtedly a slap in the face.
Captain Takahashi's anger needed to be appeased with the enemy's blood.
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