Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Boom boom boom!

The two sides about to fight, whether it was the new regiment or Sakata's infantry brigade, were interrupted by sudden artillery attacks.

The completely unprepared Japs were instantly stunned.

In fact, the Japanese infantry heard the sound of artillery, but most of them just felt that their artillery was covering the enemy with artillery fire.

Many of them just scolded these masters in their hearts and did not care about the lives of these foot men.

As for the Eighth Route Army’s artillery?

Don't be kidding, if the Eighth Route Army opposite had artillery, they would have knocked out their own commander's headquarters with one shot.

The quality of individual Japanese soldiers in this era is still very good.

As soon as they were bombarded, grassroots officers began to organize the infantry to avoid the artillery, and tried to contact their own artillery to attack the opponent's artillery position.

But soon!

Another round of gunfire fell.

This time the Japs were not so lucky. The firing parameters of this round of artillery fire seemed to have been corrected.

The Japanese infantry suffered heavy losses, and luck was really on the side of the Eighth Route Army.

A few kilometers away, at the artillery position of the 386th Brigade of the 129th Division, the brigade commander looked distressedly at the few remaining shells that were now empty and murmured to himself.

"You damn Li Yunlong, you have to come back alive!"

As long as there is any sluggishness on the battlefield, you will fall into passivity.

In particular, their opponent is Li Yunlong, a man who never misses any opportunity.

Compared to the shock of the Japanese, Li Yunlong only thought about it for a while and understood what was going on.

The 771st and 772nd Regiments do not have body-mounted artillery, and the only person closest to here who can support him is the brigade commander.

But that's all the brigade's wealth is, and now we have to rely on ourselves.

Thinking of the brigade commander's scolding but caring look on weekdays, even a tough guy like Li Yunlong felt moved in his heart.

These thoughts were fleeting, and the new group quickly regrouped to attack.

"Comrades, the brigade commander can only help us get here, the rest is up to us."

"Take the old devil Sakata's head and give it to the brigade commander. The new regiment will attack!"

Ta da da. Ta da da

The continuous sound of light machine gun fire from the commandos resounded on the mountain road.

The skilled machine gun shooters used a stepped attack to produce the effect of a heavy machine gun, and the dense bullets hit the Japanese at the front.

At this time, it was a matter of life and death for both sides, and the Japanese machine guns also began to fight back.

One by one, the little devils followed the command of the squad leader and began to gather under their own ointment banners, and started attacking with heavy weapons.

The new group of soldiers began to fall in pieces, but these did not affect the speed of the counterattack.

Finally, the two parties officially contacted each other.

Under the cover of machine guns and rifles, Zhang Dabiao's commandos plunged into the Japanese infantry brigade. They disrupted the Japanese formation like sharp knives.

Most of the commando soldiers use shell guns, which have many advantages over rifles in close combat.

The machine gunners behind them also began to look for suitable places to fire freely, while the infantrymen rushed towards the Japanese with their bayonets drawn, fighting with the commandos.

Seeing the little devils starting to get rid of the chaos caused by the shelling, they gradually became organized.

This was what Zhang Dabiao did not want to see. Once the Japs completed their assembly, their commando offensive might be stopped, so he issued a new order.

"Throw out all the grenades! Leave none behind!"

For a moment, the Japs directly in front of the commando team were knocked off their feet after being bombed. Dozens of Japs were blown to death and shocked to death. The organization that had finally improved a little collapsed again.

Commander Li, holding a large blade in one hand and a shell gun in the other, entered the battlefield accompanied by a platoon of guards.

As soon as he cut down a Japanese, he immediately shot and killed another Japanese who wanted to sneak attack him.

Guard Huzi is responsible for the security behind him and is ready to attack at any time.

As the charge progressed, they soon arrived at the shelling location selected by Wang Chengzhu.

With the concentrated firepower clearing the way, and the fact that there were no fortifications or bunkers on the Japs' positions, the new group carried out the combat plan with overwhelming force.

Wang Chengzhu's artillery squad began to set up mortars on the Japanese positions.

He lowered the base, installed the barrel, and adjusted the bracket. The smooth flow of a set of movements is pleasing to the eye, and even a layman would give it a thumbs up.

It only took half a minute to successfully assemble a 60mm mortar.

After the gun position was determined, Wang Chengzhu took a deep breath to adjust his mentality.

He gave a thumbs up as usual, squinted his eyes and began to aim. After adjusting the parameters of the mortar, he said to the ammunition hand beside him: "Give me the shells."

The ammunition man next to him was also an old comrade in the artillery squad. He had already prepared mortar shells and immediately handed one to him.

Picking up the cannonball handed over by the ammunition hand, Wang Chengzhu seemed to be a different person.

At this time, he was no longer the honest man who was submissive in front of the regiment leader, but a god of death who made the final decision on the battlefield.

Seeing that Wang Chengzhu decided to fire so quickly, Li Yunlong warned him a little uneasily while firing.

"Zhuzi, you're damn accurate. It's not like you've never done this before firing at the Japs on their positions."

"The guard platoon establishes a blocking position on the spot, and must buy enough time for the artillery. Don't worry about the bullets. If the bullets are gone, you can still find a way, but if your life is gone, it is all over."

After saying that, he led everyone to block the attack on the spot to ensure that Wang Chengzhu's artillery squad would not be affected by the Japanese.

Seemingly seeing the Eighth Route Army setting up mortars, the Japanese around them attacked the position like crazy. Li Yunlong and the guard platoon were under increasing pressure.

The shell gun kept firing, and with the sound of the gunshot, one of the Japanese soldiers would turn into a corpse, but another one would soon take over.

"Zhuzi, hurry up, you're going to be unable to hold it anymore."

Wang Chengzhu ignored the regiment commander who was cursing at the side and stuffed the cannonball into the muzzle.

After letting go, the shells fell from the barrel, and the gun crew immediately turned sideways and lowered their heads.

Boring!

"The sound of the 60-year-old is really like this. It is very clear and sounds good."

A puff of green smoke came out of the muzzle, flames broke out, and the shells drew an arc in the air and headed towards Sakata Nobutetsu's command group.

Unfortunately, the shell did not hit. The shooting angle was slightly higher and hit the communication antenna of Nobutetsu Sakata's headquarters.

"Pillar, you fucking knocked it crooked, that old devil is down there."

At the same time, in the Japanese headquarters, Sakata and his staff were observing the battlefield.

He never expected that the Eighth Route Army would bring him such a big surprise today.

The enemy's collective counterattack had already made him think that the general on the opposite side was crazy, and the ensuing artillery bombardment made him look pale. He did not consider that the opponent still had artillery.

"But fortunately, no matter how crazy these enemies are, hand-to-hand combat is unavoidable."

"Masaka!"

The hand-to-hand combat he was looking forward to was not what he thought. In his impression, when the warriors of his younger brother's country engaged in hand-to-hand combat with each other, they would definitely tear the enemy into pieces.

However, the infantrymen who were fighting hand-to-hand with the vanguard of the Eighth Route Army were already at a slight disadvantage.

The imagined scene of collapse did not happen, and the battle between the two sides was very tragic.

In the training of Japanese soldiers, learning bayonet tactics takes up a lot of time.

These bastards live with bayonets day and night, so it's no surprise that they are so good at fighting them.

Moreover, Japan also adjusted the length of the bayonet according to the actual situation of its own soldiers to adapt to their short stature in order to better function on the battlefield.

Sakata Nobutsu is really hard to accept!

The warriors of his younger brother's country were actually at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.

At this time, an explosion sounded directly above him. The staff officer next to him hurriedly stepped forward to protect Nobuyuki Sakata, and loess and dust spread throughout the headquarters.

The brigade commander picked up two 75 mountain guns abandoned by the Jinsui Army and had 18 shells.

It’s reasonable to play two rounds here.