As they spoke, the Japanese secret service team had already smoothly launched an attack…
Under the night sky, these old devils who had been trained in close combat, encounter combat, and night combat were like fish in water. At a distance of 20 to 30 meters, the automatic firearms in their hands were completely accurate.
Amidst the gunshots, the first wave of guards that rushed up was completely annihilated within a few minutes. The Japanese Special Agent Team occupied the only three-story brick house in the middle as they wished. The three Japanese organized a high point fire suppression at the corner of the roof, and the two Japanese began to advance...
" The enemy's firepower is very weak. They don't have any heavy firepower, and the power of the grenades is also very weak. Team 1 and 2 will advance along the houses. Team 3 will establish a position..."
Sakai looked at the hand-made grenade in his hand and weighed it in his hand. Then, he broke the wooden handle and opened the interior. The low-quality yellow explosives convinced him that no matter how many of these grenades there were, they would not pose a threat to the house they occupied.
With this house, it was equivalent to a solid bunker, which was advantageous to him.
" Ono-kun, go and inform Colonel Yamamoto of the situation here. Tell him that I'll be able to completely destroy this regiment in an hour." Inside the sturdy brick house, the arrogant Sakai raised his submachine gun and fired as he spoke to the signalman beside him.
Charge!
At this time, facing the fierce firepower of the Japanese, the 1st Battalion, who had just figured out the situation, launched a second wave of attacks without hesitation. Two platoons of troops charged at the Japanese's position. At the same time, the limited number of machine guns in the 1st Battalion started to suppress them.
"You're quite brave."
Sakai laughed coldly as he killed a Machine Gunner with one shot.
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Regiment headquarters.
Kong Jie was leisurely looking at the good things he had obtained today.
100 German-made grenades.
"Where did Li Yunlong get these good things?”
Feeling the heavy and exquisite grenade in his hand, Kong Jie was amazed.
This German-made grenade was heavier, bigger, had more explosives, and was more powerful. It looked like a work of art, and there were even pre-made fragments on the shell of the grenade. When it exploded, it would definitely send a large number of people flying.
In comparison, his own Bian Zao looked like a lump of dirt, and the explosion might only be in two halves.
"Sigh, if we could make this thing ourselves, why would we be afraid of the damn devils?”
Kong Jie put the grenade in his hand away and cursed.
Why was the 8th Route Army being chased away by the Japanese? Why was it always surrounded and always trying to break out? Wasn't it just because their weapons were inferior to the Japanese? In the end, it was because the industry was inferior to others.
A Japanese bunker could only be filled with assaulters with grenades.
Suddenly, there was a gunshot from afar. Just as he thought that someone's gun had misfired, a series of gunshots followed. Moreover, it was a type of gunshot that he had never heard before.
Enemies…
Moreover, it was at the back of the camp…
How did the enemy get in?
Kong Jie's expression changed drastically at the thought of this. He raised the shell spear in his hand and charged towards the rear.
" First Company Commander, lead your men and continue to attack. You must take down that house in the middle…"
The first battalion commander of the independent regiment had bloodshot eyes as he looked at the brick house in the distance with a ferocious expression.
This brick house was called the Yang Family Compound. It was left behind by a rich family in Yang Village. It was said that it was built to resist the rampant bandits here. It had resisted the attacks of bandits many times and its structure was quite sturdy.
After the independent regiment was stationed, it had been strengthened and could completely withstand the direct fire of heavy machine guns. Grenades would only lose a layer of skin. It was the core of the 1st Battalion's defensive position.
After all, this place was backed by a cliff that was more than twenty meters high and faced the village entrance. There were three defensive positions in front of the first battalion, and the two wings were guarded by the other troops of the Independent Regiment. According to their calculations, this should be the safest place in the entire battalion.
And now, the enemy had actually climbed up from behind the rock wall…
How did he get up here? The battalion commander couldn't understand.
He had already sent people to knock out all the points where he could grab nails on the cliff behind him. The entire hanging rock wall had been flattened, and the stone stakes on the top of the cliff had been cut down. Even the oldest hunter could not climb up.
However, he knew that he could not let the Japanese continue to occupy this house.
" At all costs..." the battalion commander said fiercely. The Japanese were now using their houses to build a high vantage point, suppressing the enemy with firepower, and covering the two sides of the Japanese as they attacked.
Their positions were facing the village entrance and facing away from the cliff. They had never considered that the enemy would attack from behind, so now the entire camp was exposed to the Japanese's firepower without any cover.
The Japanese soldiers on both sides of the battlefield attacked his position repeatedly, almost killing his soldiers.
If this continued, the entire base would be lost. Therefore, they had to take down this house at all costs.
"Yes, sir."
Looking at the brick house dozens of meters away, the first company commander gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
This group of devils was not ordinary.
Each of them had a set of fancy traps, and each of them was using melon grenades. This was a formation that they had never seen before.
The Japanese cantaloupes grenades were good stuff. They were powerful and easy to throw, but the Japanese rarely had them. Most of them used grenades.
Moreover, the Second Company had already launched two waves of attacks, and each time, they were almost completely annihilated. A total of three platoons had fallen, and no one could return. As long as the Japanese fired, one person would definitely fall. This group of Japanese were almost all sharpshooters.
Therefore, they could not let the Japanese occupy the house. Otherwise, when the rest of the Japanese troops arrived…
The company commander threw his hat on the ground, pulled out the shell gun at his waist, and personally led the charge.
Nearly a hundred soldiers of the Eighth Route Army braved the heavy snow and stared at the dense firepower of the Japanese. Under the cover of the sparse machine gun fire, they rushed towards the brick house in the middle of the rear position.
Da da…
Da da…
The submachine gun in Sakai's hand fired a series of short bursts. Sakai looked at the hundreds of soldiers of the Independent Regiment who were charging at him without any cover. He sneered and did not stop. As the muzzle of his gun spewed out flames, the charging soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.
This feeling of killing made the Japanese army major enjoy it very much.
The brick houses were all empty, and the shooting range was completely unobstructed. Furthermore, the Independent Regiment had cleared all the shelters in front of the houses when they built the camp in consideration of future battles. Therefore, at this distance of nearly 50 meters, the soldiers could not find any shelter at all. They could only brace themselves and charge.
Da da…
The Japanese continued to shoot accurately. Finally, after paying a huge price, a few soldiers rushed to the bottom of the house. Without any hesitation, these soldiers pulled out the grenade and threw it straight up.
On the third floor of the brick house, a few Japanese soldiers turned their guns and fired a series of bullets at the soldiers downstairs. At this time, the grenades had not been thrown out yet. They fell from their hands and rolled to the corner of the wall.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
More than ten grenades exploded outside the wall.
More than a dozen low-quality yellow explosives in the border area were only equivalent to more than 300 grams of standard TNT. This little power only blew a small hole in the reinforced brick house and blew up a few bricks. The overall structure of the house was not affected at all.
"So weak…"
Sakai said with a cold smile after reloading the magazine.
"Retreat, retreat!"
The company commander was forced to give up the attack as he clutched his shoulder. In the five minutes of attack, only 40 of his 100 men survived.
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