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Chapter 330, the devastating infantry coordination
At the forefront, the attacking troops were withdrawn and replaced by members of the second battalion.

Inside the temporary machine gun bunkers, one behind the haystacks, one behind the rock bunkers.

Dozens of machine gunners pulled the bolts and pushed the bullets into the barrels of the guns. Their eyes were facing the muzzles of the devils' positions, and their eyes were small, observing the movements on the enemy's positions.

Next to a group of veteran machine gun shooters, there were younger submachine gunners, each with several magazines stuck in their bodies.

In the upcoming battle, they will cooperate with the machine gunner to focus on attacking close-range targets.

The second battalion commander poked his head out slightly behind an inconspicuous rock at the front line, carefully watching the enemy's position that was bombarded by artillery fire.

I don't know when it started, their new second regiment and the Japanese army exchanged the roles of the offensive and defensive sides.

In the past, they were the ones who were bombarded and attacked.

Now, it's them bombarding the enemy and attacking the enemy's position.

Turning his head away, he looked at the soldiers who were about to charge with him, their faces were full of determination and a little tired.

The second battalion is the head of the old battalion, and the proportion of veterans is large. These people followed the army to win one battle after another, and experienced all kinds of fierce battles.

Everyone's psychological quality is top-notch. Even though they are surrounded and the forbidden area is very dangerous, no one shows a nervous look.

Some people have candy in their mouths to supplement their physical strength, and some are smoking cigarettes with indifferent expressions, showing a very relaxed expression.

"The frequency of the gunfire has dropped, and we can launch an attack now," the deputy of the Second Battalion reminded.

The infantry and artillery coordination of the New Second Regiment, infantry and artillery, both sides have some summarized and agreed rules.

For example, the decrease in the frequency of artillery fire means that the artillery coverage is coming to an end.

At this time, the enemy was suppressed by the artillery fire and did not dare to show up. The infantry could quickly approach the enemy's position when they launched an attack, and wait for the artillery fire to stop.

The infantry was already very close to the enemy's position.

If you are not afraid of being bombed by your own artillery, you can run faster and you can rush to the distance where you can throw a grenade into the enemy's trench.

"attack……"

The second battalion commander shouted the order to attack in a hoarse voice.

At the same time, there was the roar of the soldiers in the whole battalion: "Meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins."

Immediately, more than a dozen heavy machine guns fired bullets at full speed at the same time.

The soldiers picked up the weapons in their hands, jumped out of the bunker like a dam flooding the flood, and rushed forward.

The commando team composed of light machine gunners and submachine gunners ran the fastest, and they almost charged on their own shells.

The closest shell that fell was only a dozen meters away from them, and it was almost blown over by their own people.

The second battalion commander had no choice but to scold: "Take it easy for me."

On the Japanese positions.

The First Infantry Battalion firmly controls the two lines of defense in the forward position.

Relying on the trench fortifications dug in advance, they can still defend the previous attack.

It even made its captain Miki Kumaji a little suspicious: this kind of offensive intensity is at best stronger than the hard stubble of the Central Army.

How did the Third Infantry Brigade lose three lines of defense in less than an hour, and the whole team was defeated?

When he even received a call from Colonel Yamashita, he made a vow:

"As long as their First Infantry Battalion is here, unless the Eighth Route has wings, no one will be able to pass through alive."

However, when the artillery company began to show its real power and concentrated its artillery fire on the front line, the captain Miki Kumaji knew how powerful this Eighth Route Army was.

The artillery fire was like a hoe swung down by a farmer, turning over the soil on the entire front line.

Hiding in the trenches could not guarantee safety, so Miki Kumaji cursed angrily: "Bastard, is Hachiro crazy?"

The density of this kind of shelling was at least that of an artillery battalion, and converted into the imperial army, that was the firepower of an artillery brigade.

He still used his past cognition to look at the Eighth Route Army. Such an intense bombardment would not be able to be used by the imperial army in a large-scale confrontation at the wing level.

Beggar troops like the Eighth Route can actually get it out. Did they dig up an arsenal?
After the artillery fire is over, the infantry will come up, which is a common tactic.

Miki Kumaji immediately asked someone to connect to the phone at the artillery position behind, requesting artillery support.

Even if the enemy's artillery positions cannot be destroyed, the enemy's infantry must be blocked to give them time to react.

"I'm sorry Captain Miki. In the previous artillery battle, our artillery positions were covered by the artillery fire from the eight routes and suffered heavy losses. Now we are urgently shifting positions and cannot provide immediate artillery support."

"Hey... hello... bastard."

The phone was hung up, Miki Kumaji yelled twice, and put down the phone helplessly.

He had wondered before that the cannonballs from both sides continued to sound, but there were not many shells falling on the front line. Where did the shells go?

Now there was an answer, but it wasn't the answer he wanted.

The artillery shells kept falling, and the roar exploded in the ears. Miki Kumaji heard the drop in the frequency of the artillery fire, and immediately realized that the eight roads were coming up.

"Quick, come out and prepare to fight."

There were only a few veterans who responded, and most of the soldiers were still immersed in the sound of rumbling artillery.

The whole person's head is in a daze, and the order is shouted in their ears, and they may not be aware of it.

The cannons stopped.

Before the Japanese soldiers in the trench could react, they threw smoking grenades into their arms.

The 60--meter sprint took only a few seconds, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushed down the mountain like tigers and rushed into the trenches in one breath.

Submachine guns, light machine guns, unleashed deadly bullets on anything alive they saw.

With a perfect coordination of infantry and artillery, the Japanese army in the first line of defense was defeated with almost no effective resistance organized.

Of the more than 300 troops, under the leadership of its captain Miki Kumaji, only less than a hundred could retreat to the second line of defense.

The rest fell in the trenches.

After occupying a trench, the second battalion commander couldn't help urging him, and beckoned Wei Dayong to come to him: "Hurry up, set up the gun."

Monk Wei did not carry the cannon once or twice. The mortar was fired there, and he set it up quickly with his hands and feet.

Yuan Lang then arrived, gave a thumbs up and used the eye jumping distance measurement method to measure. The distance was 700 meters, and the attacking force advanced 150 meters more than planned.

For him, it doesn't make any difference, as long as it is within the range of the artillery, all targets cannot escape the bombardment of the artillery shells.

After making some adjustments to the mortar, Yuan Lang stretched out his hand: "Cannonball."

Wei Dayong immediately handed over one, which complemented each other perfectly.

The shells fell from the muzzle, and the enemy fire was detonated by collision, generating a strong thrust and shooting the shells out of the muzzle.

At this moment, many eyes focused on the enemy headquarters.

Let the time go back to 10 minutes ago.

In the headquarters, Mitsui Ichiro stared intently at the forward position, observing the battle situation at this time.

Before, I just heard that the third infantry brigade lost three positions in 10 minutes, and the entire brigade was defeated.

It was hard for him to imagine, whether the Eighth Route Army was too powerful, or his subordinates were too useless, how could they lose all three positions in four to 10 minutes?

Changing a pig to be a commander can't be such a waste.

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, and now I have seen the defeat of the First Brigade, the tacit coordination of the eight groups of infantry, and the brutal firepower.

Mitsui Ichiro had to admit that he blamed his subordinates by mistake.

Facing such an enemy, even if they brought in the so-called elite Guards Division, they would not dare to say that they could do it.

"General, the First Infantry Battalion may not be able to stop it. The headquarters is already within the range of the enemy's artillery fire. If they want to be on the safe side, they will soon launch an attack on the second position."

Yamashita Junxiu once again saw the enemy who made him humiliated, and an emotion called anger kept hitting his forehead.

But he calmed down and expressed his opinion.

If the entire First Infantry Brigade is defeated, the Eighth Route's breakthrough will become a foregone conclusion, and the plan to eliminate the New Second Regiment will be shattered.

After being reminded, Mitsui Ichiro also realized the current predicament, "Send the reserve team up to strengthen the defensive strength of the First Infantry Battalion.

Tell Miki Kumaji that for the empire and for His Majesty the Emperor, he must stick to the last moment. "

His voice like a cannonball exploding, coupled with the naked threat, can scare people to pee.

The staff officer who led the order trembled all over, and immediately rang the phone to send an order to the forward position.

A few minutes later, a sudden shell exploded.

"Hit it, we hit it."

The Second Battalion Commander waved his fist vigorously, his excitement was beyond words.

As soon as the cannonball hit the soul, it directly killed the devil's headquarters.

The soldiers around were all cheering, with rare smiles on their faces.

"Hit, well done."

Li Yunlong, observing through the telescope, seemed to have returned to the soul-stirring moment in Cang Yunling more than a year ago.

"Hit!"

Toshihide Yamashita witnessed with his own eyes that the command post was hit by shells, and he mumbled unconsciously when he was hit.

That headquarters is at least 700 meters away from the first-line position of the First Infantry Battalion.

Balu used a mortar, and even hit it with one shot.

Even if a mortar with a larger caliber and a longer range is used, such a precise strike is extremely terrifying.

"What, you actually hit it?"

Mitsui Ichiro's loud voice cheered up the entire headquarters.

Raising the binoculars, he saw through the lens the fake headquarters that was smoking and was being attacked by shells again. His brows were directly twisted into the word Sichuan, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The eight-way artillery was too accurate, completely beyond their expectations.

"General, what happened?"

His chief of staff was asking.

It was inconvenient for Mitsui Ichiro to sell himself and boast, and to make a fool of Toshihide Yamashita, so the insider told the whole plan.

From using fake news to lure the Eighth Route into the encirclement, to using a fake headquarters to deceive the Eighth Route into taking the initiative to attack.

"Is the headquarters established there a fake?"

A staff officer in charge of guiding the establishment of the headquarters asked in surprise.

Half an hour ago, he received an order to set up a relatively concealed forward command post there, completely according to the size of the brigade command post.

He thought the brigade commander was going to move the headquarters forward.

"That's right, it's a bait, and it seems to work well."

Mitsui Ichiro said triumphantly: "Balu actually thought that we would step on a pit twice. Naive, too naive, hahaha..."

Satisfied laughter filled the entire headquarters, whether everyone understood or didn't understand, they all laughed along.

After laughing hard, the combat staff officer asked again: "Then your next step is..."

Ichiro Mitsui handed him the binoculars and asked him to look at it himself.

The forward command post was blown up, which seemed to be a signal.

At this moment, the artillery fire of the artillery brigade covered the firepower of a position.

A large number of shells repeatedly ravaged the land.

No matter who wins or loses today, that innocent land will be the biggest loser.

Its body carries too many things.

In front of a line of defense, the First Infantry Battalion, led by Kumaji Miki, launched a counterattack like the Eighth Route.

On the two wings, the two squadrons of the Second Infantry Battalion surrounded and pressed up from the two wings.

In this way, a three-sided attack was formed, like a giant python that opened its blood-spitting mouth, trying to swallow the delicious food in one gulp.

"It turns out that the general is wise."

After seeing the general's layout, the staff officer suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up, expressing his admiration for the general's plan.

After hearing his report, the rest of the people also exclaimed and expressed their agreement.

Lure Balu to take the initiative to attack, step into the prepared trap, and then inflict heavy damage on it.

What a clever move.

Hearing the compliments from the crowd, Mitsui Ichiro was a little bit flustered, but deep down in his heart, he was still very calm and regretful.

I underestimated the ability of the Eighth Route Artillery, otherwise, the Eighth Route would definitely have to hit the second line of defense.

The deeper you go, the harder it is to retreat.

The eight roads that fall into the pocket array will have to pay a greater price.

Perhaps it can be encircled and wiped out, but right now, it is estimated that it can only be severely damaged.

The Japanese laughed happily, and it was time for Balu to cry.

The fourth battalion commander who was withdrawn was very unwilling and came to Li Yunlong for a challenge.

He witnessed with his own eyes how the Second Battalion occupied the enemy's position like a bamboo shoot, and how it fell into the enemy's siege.

"Damn, the little devil is playing tricks."

Those who can become battalion commanders are veterans who have experienced many battles. The fourth battalion commander cried out happily when he saw that the devil's headquarters was bombed.

The destruction of the headquarters often means the failure of the command system, the enemy will lose cooperation with each other, and the overall combat effectiveness will be reduced by half.

However, now that the enemy headquarters was bombed, their troops did not panic at all. Instead, they cooperated with each other to create a big scene of encirclement on three sides.

This also means that the enemy's command center has not been destroyed.

The Fourth Battalion Commander didn't even think about it anymore, and immediately suggested:

"Head, the Second Battalion is in trouble, I'll take someone to meet them right away."

Li Yunlong ignored him, but calmly said to the staff behind him: "Order the artillery company to attack his flanks."

"Regimental Commander!" The fourth battalion commander's voice was full of urgency, the second battalion was surrounded, why is the regimental commander not in a hurry at all!

Li Yunlong turned around and said confidently, "Don't worry, the Second Battalion isn't that fragile, keep watching."

(End of this chapter)