Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Stationed at Niangzi Pass is a security squadron of the 4th Brigade of the Japanese Independent Mixed Brigade. The captain is a lieutenant named Kameichi Ikeda.

But don't think that because this old devil's military rank is only a lieutenant, you don't think he has any abilities. Unlike those losers who are just waiting to die, this guy has a lot of combat experience.

He was one of the first batch to land in China and participated in the Battle of Xinkou three years ago. It is for this reason that this squadron has been stationed here.

Ikeda Kameichi has a motorcycle that he likes very much. Although he has been driving it for three years, it still looks new. This is due to his careful maintenance every day.

After dinner today, this little guy was wiping his car as usual. But at this moment, the messenger from the squadron stumbled in.

Looking at the other party's rough look, Ikeda Kameichi showed a dissatisfied look. He didn't like to be interrupted when doing things. But considering that there might be important news, he patiently said:

"Iguchi-kun, you are a samurai who conquers Japan. You must always pay attention to your image. Look at what you look like now. Tell me what makes you so uncontrollable."

Seeing the calm and composed appearance of his own officials, the messenger seemed to have found his backbone. He adjusted his state, then took out a piece of paper filled with information and said:

"Your Majesty Lieutenant, since eight o'clock tonight, I have received several messages from nearby stations and strongholds."

"And the messages are surprisingly consistent, saying they're under attack, so let's pay more attention."

It is reasonable for this news to spread, although the troops will step up communication channels such as telephone lines as soon as the offensive begins.

But there are too many places to operate at the same time, and it is inevitable that some things will be missed, and some lucky devils will always be able to spread the news. As a result, the Japanese defenders at Niangziguan still received early warning from a small number of colleagues.

But Kameichi Ikeda didn't appreciate it. Instead, he stared at the messenger in front of him with his little eyes. The Japanese lieutenant slowly approached the opponent, and then slapped him hard on the face.

"Think about it with your pig brain, is our situation the same as other strongholds? Whether it is the Eighth Route Army or the Shanxi-Sui Army, with the terrain of Niangzi Pass, they will need at least one brigade to defeat us."

"Do you know how many people there are in a brigade in the Republic of China? Use your dog eyes to see for yourself. Are there any enemies here?"

"Even if a brigade comes, we can still use the people at the foot of the mountain to blackmail those hypocrites who pretend to be benevolent and righteous. Go away and reflect on yourself."

Although Ikeda Kameichi's words are very conceited, these are the confidence given to him by past experiences.

The location of Niangzi Pass is very special. The entire North China Front does not want anything to happen here. Once it is attacked, it only needs to hold on for a while and reinforcements will arrive.

What's more, the four turrets built on the hillside next to it are made of relatively special materials. Compared with others in Jin Province, it is relatively solid.

Although no enemy has attacked here in the past three years.

But during construction, they had experimented with the Type 92 infantry cannon, and the 70-mm-caliber barrel gun could not destroy these solid defensive buildings in one go.

According to his experience. It must be the Eighth Route Army that destroyed the Zhengtai Line. Those poor guys could only resist their brother country in this form.

But even the main force of the Eighth Route Army did not have any decent heavy artillery.

As long as those beggars dare to have any crooked thoughts about the ladies he protects, then he will definitely lead his subordinates to make these enemies suffer.

Thinking of this, he decided to leave some soldiers to guard the pass, while he took most of the defenders out to patrol on his beloved motorcycles.

This is a task they have to perform every day. Maybe they can kill some Eighth Route Army soldiers today and save themselves some money for promotion.

Although the life in Niangziguan is quite comfortable, he yearns for a life of making achievements. As for the life and death of friendly forces? Sorry it has nothing to do with him.

At eight o'clock exactly, Kong Jie led his independent group and quietly reached Niangziguan Village on the mountainside.

The size of this village is indeed quite large, mainly because after the Japanese occupied the pass, they drove out all the villagers who originally lived in it.

In a crop field, Kong Jie took out the map given to him by the deputy division commander, looked at the battalion and company commanders around him and ordered:

"Leave the Japs and puppet troops in the village to the Second Battalion to deal with them. Try not to make too much noise, otherwise it will be troublesome to disturb the gun towers on the mountain."

"After we capture the village, we will immediately send out signal flares to notify our brothers to start attacking!"

While the Independent Regiment was still assigning tasks, a gunshot suddenly rang out at the Niangziguan Railway Station at the foot of the mountain, followed by a hail of gunfire.

Everyone's expressions suddenly changed. It was obvious that the battle below had started for some unknown reason.

Although I don't know why the friendly forces did not launch the attack according to the predetermined plan, there is no time to think about these trivial matters now. In order to prevent the artillery towers from threatening the comrades in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region, Kong Jie had no choice but to prepare to order a storm.

Just when the soldiers were about to charge, a battalion commander stopped his regimental commander. He pointed to the gun tower in the distance and said:

"Captain! Wait! The turret is not firing!"

After getting the prompt, Kong Jie looked at the fortifications in the distance with some confusion. Logically speaking, the tactical quality of the Japanese in such an important transportation area would not be too bad.

Even if he is not a subordinate of Category B division, he should still be the leader of Category C.

The battle had already started for a minute, and even the Japanese and puppet troops in the village ahead made some movement, but the heavy machine guns in the turret still did not fire.

It was less than 500 meters away from the open space in front of the station below. Even a blind man could kill many people by pulling the trigger.

Adaptations on the battlefield are important, after all, plans can never keep up with changes.

It would take almost five minutes for the Japs and puppet troops in the village to gather together. The hundred or so enemies could hold out for five minutes at most under the firepower of their regiment.

As long as the four gun towers on the mountain didn't fire within ten minutes, he could try to kill the enemies in the village first.

The main reason is that street fighting is very important for the quality of individual soldiers and the cooperation of the team. The casualties are likely to be high when they are cleared. When the Japs came down the mountain, they were almost a living target.

After weighing the pros and cons, Kong Jie decided to take a gamble.

If enemies in the gun towers appear during the attack, the enemy's attention will be attracted to them, and this will not harm friendly forces.

Ambushing the Japanese in the village when they are eager for support would be a huge benefit. Thinking of this, Kong Jie immediately ordered without hesitation.

"First battalion commander, you take your comrades to the flanks to set up machine gun positions. Once the Japs in the village are in a position where they are neither above nor below, hit them hard. Our mission is to end the battle as soon as possible. Don't worry about the bullets."

"Second Battalion Commander, as soon as the battle begins, you and your soldiers rush to the village! There must be enemies left behind there! Your mission is to rely on the village to launch a strong attack on the Japanese who are stubbornly resisting."

"Third Battalion Commander, take your men and join me and the commandos to outflank the enemy! Our two battalions will fight over a hundred people! We must deal with the enemy quickly!"

Although this tactic is simple, it is not brainless.

When you have the advantage in numbers and weapons and equipment, just be careful of any ambush. A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, but Kong Jie is using force to overwhelm others in a serious way.

After the Japs in Niangziguan Village gathered together, they immediately went to support along the not-so-wide mountain road.

In order to buy time and cooperate with the defenders in the station to encircle the Eighth Route Army below, they did not even check whether the surrounding environment was safe.

Seeing the enemy's position getting closer and closer, the first battalion commander clenched the wooden butt of his gun excitedly. After the Japanese arrived at the planned ambush site, he spit out the grass roots in his mouth and shouted to the soldiers:

"Hit me!"

In an instant, a barrage of rifles and machine guns covered the Japanese in front like a big net. The narrow mountain road left little room for them to hide.

The enemies fell in pieces like wheat during the autumn harvest. Time seemed to have returned to the era of volleys of guns, except that the only people waiting in line to be shot were Japanese soldiers.

After waiting for ten seconds, Kong Jie immediately led the commando team and rushed out of the crop field. Acting with him were the comrades of the third battalion. Both sides rushed towards their goals almost at the same time.

The battle ended quickly, and even the shell guns in the commando's hands were not even finished with bullets. The number of Japanese soldiers was simply not enough for the two battalions of the independent regiment.

When Kong Jie joined the First Battalion, there were only a few Japanese soldiers still breathing on the mountain road. He pulled out the big blade behind him and chopped off the head of a Japanese who was not dead yet.

The pressure in large arteries such as the carotid artery is extremely high, and blood spurts out immediately after being cut.

Obviously this was not the first time that Kong Jie had done something like this. While swinging the knife, he adjusted his position to avoid the dirty blood. On the contrary, the traitor who was pretending to be dead was shocked.

After seeing that they had been exposed, the two Japs immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed. The steps made of bluestone were soon stained red by the blood on his forehead.

"Master Ba, please spare your life! Master Ba, please spare your life! Give me a chance to make meritorious service! I am a local!"

Seeing that the weakling had wet his pants, the third battalion commander slapped the opponent in the face with a big blow, and then kicked him again.

"The locals are still considered traitors! It's really embarrassing for your ancestors!"

Time is urgent now, and Kong Jie has no time to verify whether his words are true. The friendly forces below were still struggling to attack. They were blocked by the four bunkers in the station.

"Leave one platoon to clean the battlefield, and let the rest of you enter the village with me! You have to be fast!"

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