Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 13 The regiment commander is worthy of being a graduate of the Whampoa Military Academy, his micromanagement skills are like a god!

Wang Feng was slightly surprised.

Group 358?
Isn’t that Chu Yunfei’s troops?

No wonder. No wonder.
The 358th Regiment is an elite reinforced regiment with more than people, all of whom are carefully selected soldiers.

If you want guns, you have guns. If you want cannons, you have cannons.

Wang Feng drooled at the luxury of this configuration.

In terms of combat effectiveness, it is probably stronger than the 61st Army which was cobbled together.

No wonder it could withstand the frenzied attack of the Fifth Division.

"Fang Yuan, hurry up and act."

"My subordinate understands!"

Zhang Hu led the first battalion to change direction and quickly move forward according to the direction given by the regiment commander.

To make it look more like a workhorse.

Wang Feng specially added both reserve companies to the first battalion.

The first battalion is now back to full strength.

After one hour.

Japanese pursuit troops.

Under pressure from Seishirō Itagaki, the captain of the 5th Division's logistics and supply corps, Akihiro Kawai, personally went to the front line to supervise the battle.

It is imperative to completely wipe out the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army roaming around in the rear.

Akihiro Kawai stuck his command knife into the ground and leaned his center of gravity on it to gain leverage and rest.

idiot!

This Shanxi-Suiyuan Army is really cunning!

Like monkeys in the mountains.

No matter how they were surrounded and blocked, they could always find an unexpected path and quickly escape from the encirclement.

After chasing for so long, we haven't achieved any results at all.

The signalman came running over: "Report, a large group of Chinese soldiers were spotted ahead of the First Squadron!"

Kawai Akihiro showed joy on his face: "Quick, order the second, third, and fourth squadrons to quickly move closer to the first squadron."

"Hai!"

At this time, the 414st Battalion of the th Regiment.

Zhang Hu half-crouched on the ground, using the lush bushes in front of him to hide his body.

"Signalman, send a message to the regimental commander."

The second captain came to his side, eager to try:
"Battalion Commander, there is only one squadron of Japs. Let our Second Company take over. We can definitely wipe them all out in half an hour!"

Zhang Hu shook his head: "No, the commander said that we are a decoy and must not reveal our full strength."

He has already sent up a company.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed the company commander to retreat after firing two shots and not to fight to the end.

The second company commander rubbed his hands and said unwillingly: "Battalion Commander, can one company do it? Will the Japs figure it out?"

Zhang Hu stroked his chin and secretly pondered the battle situation.

His command level is not high and he dare not act rashly.

"Battalion Commander, the regiment commander has an urgent message!"

[The first company's machine gun position moved back 20 meters, and the second company outflanked the Japanese.]

After glancing at the telegram, Zhang Hu raised his eyebrows slightly, confused.

How does the regiment commander know his detailed deployment?
Although I don't quite understand it, it is a soldier's duty to obey orders.

He immediately called the messenger and passed the order on.

Zhang Hu turned his head and looked at the second company commander: "Remember, fire a few shots and then retreat. Don't let the devils entangle you!"

The second company commander looked excited and nodded.

He immediately turned around and went back to gather the troops.

What kind of leader you have, what kind of soldiers you lead.

Zhang Hu usually kills Japanese even in his dreams. The soldiers he leads are all brave and fearless. They always rush to the front in hand-to-hand combat. Even if they are seriously injured, they will desperately replace one another before leaving.

In the dense forest, soldiers from both sides were fighting.

Da da da!
The Japanese soldiers were like they were injected with chicken blood, and their firepower was extremely fierce.

A Type 92 heavy machine gun was set up on the spot, firing continuously towards the front.

The squadron leader kept urging the attack from the rear, and the Japanese rushed up in waves.

On the other hand, the soldiers of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army on the opposite side were hiding behind the bunkers, and there were still a few light machine guns firing.

But five minutes later, only sporadic gunfire was heard from the position.

Only when the Japanese troops pressed too far forward would they throw grenades to fight back.

"Send a telegram to the captain. The Chinese army has very few troops left and is seriously short of ammunition. They are already at the end of their strength!"

The louder the company's firepower, the more excited the attacking Japanese soldiers became.

Since the moment they set foot on this land, no Chinese army has been able to withstand the empire's offensive.

Comrades in the front-line combat troops continue to gain military merits.

Today it is finally the turn of the logistics troops to gain prominence.

If this battle is fought well, maybe he can be transferred to the front line.
"Report, the Chinese army is harassing our right wing!"

The squadron leader was a little surprised: "What?"

"Two teams go over there and disperse them!"

I didn't expect that they were already at the end of their strength, but they still attempted to launch a siege.

It has to be said that the Chinese people's will to resist is indeed strong.

But it was of no use.

The blood will tell them the truth.

Under the slope.

The company commander was lying on the ground. The Japanese grenade launcher shells fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dirt that all fell into his clothes.

I was estimating the time when the battalion commander would give the order.

We've arrived.

"You little son of a bitch, I'll come see you later."

"Everyone is here, withdraw!"

The company commander retreated decisively, and when the Japanese troops behind him caught up, only a pile of old guns were left on the ground.

At the same time, the Second Company, which was on the enemy's right side, immediately issued an order to retreat when they saw the friendly fire cease.

After rushing to the position.

The Japanese squadron leader looked at the guns scattered on the ground and picked them up to inspect them.

The rifling was completely worn out, and the paint on the buttstock had peeled off over a large area, making it look like a firewood stick.

"Souga!"

"The Shanxi-Suiyuan Army was vulnerable and has completely fled. Send a telegram to the captain, and I will apply to continue the pursuit."

Move forward in time a little.

Wang Feng seemed to be standing there in a daze, but he was actually using a three-dimensional combat map in his mind to observe the battle of the First Battalion in real time.

You know what, it feels like playing a war game.

From the God's perspective, each soldier looked like a little man, and Wang Feng could even see the expressions on their faces.

And the action of the finger pulling the trigger.

"Why did Zhang Hu place the machine gun position so far forward?"

"Who taught him to fight like this?"

Wang Feng was so upset that his mind disappeared from the three-dimensional combat map.

"Telegram to the First Battalion"

Listening to the content of the telegram, Zhao Fangyuan was a little dazed.

"Oh my god, the commander is indeed a graduate of the Whampoa Military Academy. He can actually fight a war like this."

(End of this chapter)