Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 102 The Bloodthirstiness of the Sharp Knife Troops

The staff officer took out a telegram and handed it to Numata Tokushige: "The Chinese troops crossing the river are very tenacious and have fierce firepower. They are probably the size of a regiment."

“It’s not like your average Chinese army!”

Numata Tokushige was in trouble.

After a day of fighting, he roughly estimated that the number of defenders on the west bank of the Chi River was about 7,000.

It will fluctuate up and down, but not too much.

During the whole day, about a thousand enemies were killed. In other words, the number of defenders on the west bank was about five or six thousand.

This does not include the seriously injured soldiers.

Combined with the current battle situation on both sides of the Chi River, if my guess is correct, the troops crossing the river from this regiment are already the entire main force.

Thinking of this, Numata Tokushige slammed the table and said, "Destroy this unit. The Chinese troops on the other side of the river will be left with a lack of manpower. Seize the opportunity and attack! Attack!"

Staff Officer: "Ha!"

Eastern hills.

Wang Feng led the guards and placed the front-line command post in a safe area in the rear.

Sergei handed over the telegram with a delighted expression: "Sir, the Japanese have taken the bait!"

Wang Feng took the telegram and glanced up and down.

In the direction of Chihe Town, the Japanese army transferred ferry boats from the rear and switched from a feint attack to a main attack.

Logically speaking, if a night attack is discovered, the battlefield should be evacuated in a timely manner.

But after the effect of the flares wore off, the Japanese army took the initiative to fire several rounds. It seemed that they were determined to fight to the death and decide the outcome tonight.

Wang Feng smiled contemptuously: "You are still too impatient."

A large team direction.

The Japanese attack was equally fierce, as if they could cross the river smoothly by destroying the troops in front of them.

Wang Feng casually threw the telegram on the table and said jokingly, "It seems that the Japanese commander on the other side was certain that the troops along the Chi River would be empty after the troops were divided to cross the river. Unfortunately, no matter how much they calculated, they could not have guessed that two thousand people slipped away from under their noses."

"There are plenty of troops along the entire Chi River!"

This raid was premeditated, and even caused the three tactical battalions to sit on the bench for a whole day.

Only used once.

How can you not win if you plan unintentionally?
Sergei cursed: "You despicable and lowly Japs, go to hell!"

At this time, Zhang Hu walked in: "Sir, the troops have been dispersed. When will we launch the attack?"

Wang Feng waved his hand, motioning for the two to come to the table: "Okay, now I will deploy the next stage of the battle."

"We currently have 2,000 soldiers, and we have successfully penetrated the flanks and rear of the Japanese army."

"The main force of the Japanese army is currently gathering on both sides of the Chi River, leaving the rear with a lack of manpower. We must seize this opportunity! We must fight quickly! Quickly!"

Zhang Hu nodded seriously.

"Sir, I understand!"

Wang Feng gestured on the map. After entering the hills, the range of the three-dimensional combat map could just cover most of the Japanese positions.

"The main combat mission of the Second Battalion is to destroy the Japanese army's high-value strongholds, such as logistics, baggage positions, telephone lines, command posts, etc."

"The Japanese army has few troops in the rear, and they are dispersed in detachments (company-level organizations)."

"The Third Battalion must stop the enemy troops retreating along the Chi River and hold their ground until dawn!"

"Do you understand?"

Zhang Hu responded. The aura of a great battle was approaching. His blood was already dilating and he could no longer hold back.

For a long time, the First "Red Flag" Mountain Tactical Corps, or its predecessor, has always regarded itself as a spearhead force.

But there have been no particularly outstanding or unique battles.

The combat missions they undertake are basically the same as those of other troops, the only difference being the main attack and secondary attack.

The Kashiwagi Well Defense Battle was considered a victory, but even so, it took the arrival of subsequent friendly troops to completely repel the invading Japanese army.

It's not a record worth boasting about.

Zhang Hu has always felt that a real battle record is needed to defend the reputation of the "sharp knife" troops.

Wang Feng hammered the table: "All troops move immediately!"

"End the battle before dawn!"

"Yes!"

At Wang Feng's command, the entire army immediately took action.

Among the rolling hills, soldiers moved around with guns in hand like ghosts.

A Japanese military baggage storage point.

A small team of troops is stationed here.

It snowed yesterday and the melted water gathered in the low-lying areas. In order to ensure the dryness of the supplies, all the baggage had to be moved to the hillside.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

There were too many bags to carry, and the Japanese soldiers were panting with exhaustion.

The team leader stood on the top of the slope, looking leisurely and constantly scolding.

"idiot!"

"Be quick!"

"You clumsy fellows, did the Emperor raise a bunch of you useless people?"

A Japanese soldier came running over and said, "Mr. Xiaojing, the battalion headquarters has issued an urgent order. All troops must be on alert tonight to prevent a night attack by the Chinese army."

The squad leader looked disdainful and snorted, "Private, you worry too much. With the capabilities of the Chinese army, it is impossible for them to get here."

The Japanese soldier in charge of delivering the message froze: "This is the captain's order."

Seeing that someone dared to refute him, the team leader looked a little displeased.

Just as he was about to scold him, he suddenly realized that the messenger belonged to the brigade headquarters and was not a soldier under his command.

Because of the different subordinate relationships, he couldn't say anything.

He could only say coldly: "The order has been received."

The mission had been completed, so the messenger did not stay here for too long and immediately turned around and left.

Looking at the messenger, the captain muttered: "How is it possible?"

After saying that, he yawned, turned around and walked into the tent.

Under the cover of night, there was a rustling sound in the man-high grass at the foot of the hillside.

"Captain! There are devils ahead!"

"I saw it, keep your voice down!"

"To fight or not to fight?"

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The soldiers lowered their voices and gathered together to plot.

The detachment leader casually broke off a grass stem and gestured on the ground: "Team one will attract the enemy's firepower in the front, and teams two and three will attack the flanks!"

"Fifteen minutes to capture this group of devils!"

The three squad leaders said in unison: "Yes!"

The detachment leader added: "Tell the brothers below to be careful and not to damage the baggage!"

"Did you hear that?"

"Don't worry, brothers, we will know how to control the severity of your attacks!"

Captain: "Okay! Disperse the formation and launch the attack in five minutes. Listen for the gunshot!"

Under the bright moonlight, the soldiers walked quietly, trying to keep their voices as low as possible.

Behind the battlefield, the Japanese troops were not very alert and were tired from long hours of work, so they did not pay any attention to security at all.

The Japanese soldiers slumped on the hillside, gasping for breath.

The lower-level soldiers in any country have to do dirty and tiring work.

The only guarding force on the entire hillside was a heavy machine gun mounted on the top of the hill.

It was well known that Chinese soldiers were malnourished and generally suffered from night blindness.

During the day, a squad of 54 people could only tie with a company.

At night, he could beat the two of them so badly that they were pissing their pants.

One Type 92 heavy machine gun is enough to block the entire foot of the mountain.

This is why the squad leader was dismissive of the so-called night attack by the Chinese army.

On the slope.

A Japanese soldier panted: "Did you hear any sound?"

Another Japanese soldier frowned and said, "I think I heard something. It might be a mouse." In this remote wilderness, it's not surprising to hear any sound.

"No! There won't be so many rats!"

"Ok?"

The Japanese soldier who asked the question first raised his gun, squinted his eyes, and aimed at the grass below.

Just about to pull the bolt.

The next second, a gunshot suddenly rang out in front of him, and a bullet came straight at him, hitting him in the chest.

Before he could pull the trigger, he fell down with a bang.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Quick!! Counterattack!!"

The Japanese soldiers reacted very quickly. After a brief panic, they immediately organized a counterattack.

And set up a circular defense on the top of the slope.

The squad leader rushed out of the tent and pulled out the Type 14 Nambu pistol from his waist.

He was very calm in his heart: "Protect the baggage! Counterattack!"

There was a lot of gunfire all around, and the surroundings were full of figures and shrouded in darkness. The team leader couldn't tell how many enemy troops there were.

The battlefield was filled with the sound of Type 38 rifles. The Central Army of this era wore khaki uniforms like the Japanese Army, but the color was lighter.

But visibility is very low under the moonlight, and at a distance, it is impossible to see the subtle differences.

For a moment he even thought that he had been mistakenly attacked by friendly forces.

The squad leader yelled at the top of his lungs, not because he was nervous, but because the gunfire on the battlefield was too loud and it would be easily covered up if he didn't yell louder:
"Grenade launcher! Grenade launcher!"

"Destroy the firing point! Quickly!"

An 8-man grenade launcher team rushed up, equipped with a total of 3 grenade launchers.

Although they were a logistics unit, they were not short of experienced grenadiers. They set up the grenade launcher in a few seconds and, after a rough description, placed the grenade into the barrel.

boom!
There was a flash of white smoke, and a grenade was fired, landing in the grass below the hillside.

The smoke from the explosion rose up, rolling up the dirt on the ground and spreading and splashing in all directions.

One machine gun completely silenced.

The detachment leader was anxious, so he stood up and walked quickly among the grass with his back bent.

On the hillside, the Japanese heavy machine guns took advantage of the terrain and fired frantically downwards. The bullets hit the ground, making a deafening sound.

Fortunately, the distance was close and they reached the machine gun position in just a few quick steps.

He dug up the bodies of the fallen soldiers and picked up the Type 99 light machine gun on the ground.

Pull the trigger.

click!
The trigger was pulled, but the machine gun showed no reaction.
The detachment leader had no time to hesitate, he immediately dropped his machine gun and hid aside.

The Japanese grenade launchers were quite powerful. If they fired special grenades, the killing radius could reach more than eight meters.

The strong shock wave can easily shatter the internal parts of the gun.

The captain looked around and saw that although his side had more than three times as many people as the enemy, they seemed to have the upper hand.

But the Japanese army defended the strategic location, commanding a high position and overlooking the entire battlefield.

If we delay until reinforcements arrive, the entire battle situation will be completely overturned.

The detachment commander shouted loudly: "Bayonet!"

"Team one provides cover, teams two and three charge!"

"kill!!"

Bang!

There was a metallic clang of bayonets being installed in the grass.

The soldiers jumped out from the lush grass, their eyes as fierce as hungry wolves, with only one goal in mind - to rush to the high ground and stab the devil's body with their bayonets.

As the bullet passed by my side, I could clearly feel the air being quickly torn apart, causing the air flow to stir.

Blood, death, and gunpowder did not scare the soldiers.

Instead, I became more excited and more thrilled.

There is really no soldier in the First "Red Flag" Mountain Tactical Corps who is afraid of death.

This force has never lacked role models.

Since the new recruits entered the camp, they have been influenced by various heroic deeds.

The soldiers trained in this environment seemed to have their fear nerves removed.

At worst, we can meet at the Martyrs’ Cemetery!

The superiors will not forget, the people will not forget, and history will not forget their contributions!

The shouts of killing surrounded the entire hill, and soldiers surged up like a tide.

The Japanese squad leader seemed to be energized. He took the rifle with a bayonet, his eyes wide open and fierce.

"Kill him!"

"Onboard! For His Majesty the Emperor!"

The hillside was not high, with an altitude of only more than 30 meters, and the two sides soon came into close combat.

"kill!"

"Damn you little devils! I don't know how many heads your grandfather chopped off when he was in Shanxi!"

Elite against elite, no one deserts the battlefield.

The Japanese army is superior in fighting skills.

Wang Feng's troops were different from other troops in that they had adequate nutrition and three meals a day.

They are stronger than the Japanese army in size and strength.

When the two sides clash, neither is worse than the other.

In the night, the bayonets reflected a cold light, and the blood dyed the snow red. The only sounds on the battlefield were shouting, roaring, and the sounds of flesh being cut and bayonets colliding.

The soldiers were so blood-thirsty that the colors of the uniforms on both sides were almost the same, and the only way to distinguish between friend and foe was by whether they were wearing helmets.

Although the Japanese soldiers were elite, they were at a great disadvantage in terms of numbers.

In a short while, dozens of Japanese soldiers on the hillside were slaughtered.

The hillside was littered with corpses.

The detachment commander used his feet to pull down the body of the Japanese squad leader.

Probably dead.
A broken bayonet was still stuck in his chest, and blood continued to seep out.

His eyes were fixed on the night sky, and he died with his eyes wide open.
The detachment leader spat at the corpse and picked up a rifle from the ground: "Quick, clean up the battlefield!"

"See if there's anything valuable!"

"Take apart all those wooden boxes and see what's inside."

Several soldiers walked over and pried open a wooden box in a few seconds.

“It’s canned food!”

"Canned Japanese meat!"

"Really?"

“I can smell the meat!”

"You have a really good nose."

Several soldiers picked up a can and looked it up and down, not sure if it contained meat, but they could vaguely smell the aroma stolen from it.

The detachment commander came over and took the can from the soldier.

Just one glance and you know what's inside.

"This isn't meat. I've eaten it once before. The Japanese call it canned red beans and rice."

"Put it on quickly!"

The detachment leader handed the can back and opened another box himself.

What comes into view are sealed cloth bags.

When I opened it, I saw it was pure white salt!
The detachment leader was shocked.

It seems that this is a logistics support position. I thought it was an ammunition supply position.
But it’s not a loss.

“Last five minutes!”

"Clean up the battlefield quickly!"

The detachment leader shouted loudly.

The spoils were piled up in the open space, and a squad was left to guard it. They checked the information on the simple map and moved non-stop to the next target position.

(End of this chapter)