Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

After hearing the order from their captain, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers from the second squadron immediately looked for a suitable shooting angle behind the bunker. They raised their Type 38 rifles and blew up the street lamp bulbs standing on both sides of the railway.

Fortunately, there were enough people participating in the shooting, otherwise, with the poor hit rate of these little soldiers, there would be a high probability that they would have to fight a second round.

Due to the lack of serious combat training for a long time, coupled with the lack of training of the garrison troops on weekdays, there were still fatal misses at the fixed targets of more than ten meters.

Miyajima Junji almost fainted when he saw this scene, and secretly vowed to increase the training volume of his soldiers after returning. But he also overlooked one thing, that is, the comfortable life has corroded his body.

As the entire battlefield fell into darkness, the hit rate of the Eighth Route Army soldiers began to gradually decline.

The Japanese also discovered the enemy 300 meters away through the muzzle fire. Under the leadership of their respective squad leaders, more than 100 little soldiers launched a tentative counterattack.

In the eyes of these people, the Eighth Route Army is still suffering from insufficient ammunition. As long as they can get close to the enemy and start hand-to-hand combat, even if there are more enemies, they still have a chance of winning.

Obviously, these devils don't know what it means to look at each other with new eyes after three days of separation.

If it were the Eighth Route Army in the past, they would naturally want to take the initiative to fight hand-to-hand. But now the main regiments of these three divisions are almost overflowing with light weapons reserves.

The little devils have no one to support them, so they die. But the soldiers are the apple of their parents' eyes, and they are all soldiers who are not easy to train. Only fools will fight you with bayonets.

Facing the enemy who tried to sneak up, the soldiers of the reinforced company directly opened a big move. The artillerymen immediately took out the grenade launcher and mortar and bombarded the little days in front.

Fortunately, the devils still remembered the previous tactics, and the skirmish line saved their lives. These little days were divided into groups of three or four people, and each group had a large interval, which added a lot of difficulty to the artillery.

But the problem was not big. The devil's attack failed completely, and even suffered greater casualties.

Seeing that his squadron's attack was extremely difficult, Junji Miyajima bit his back teeth angrily, and didn't care even when his teeth bled.

The Japanese habitually underestimated their opponents, and the disadvantages of this practice have been fully exposed. The squad without the tactical core grenade launcher is completely committing chronic suicide in the current situation.

The first squadron only brought five crooked handles this time, and there were only three light machine guns on the motorcycle that were not carried with them. It was impossible to get rid of the enemy's suppression with just this little firepower.

Junji Miyajima is now in a very regretful mood, and he wants to slap himself a few times.

If he could go back a few minutes ago, when he saw that the so-called guerrillas did not cut the wires, he would definitely let his soldiers prepare for battle.

This way, at least in the early stage of the ambush, it can ensure that the losses of the side will not be too great.

And he finally realized one thing, the enemy who destroyed the railway was not a small guerrilla. Such firepower is definitely the regular army of the Eighth Route Army, and it is even possible that it is an elite force.

The enemy's goal must not only be to destroy the railway in front of them, otherwise it would be a waste of talent. According to his experience, the only target that was worth the Eighth Route Army's organized, premeditated and drastic action was the Jingxing Coal Mine.

Although this devil was just a small squadron leader, his strategic vision was really good, and he lived up to his experience of fighting all the way from the grassroots.

Just when Miyajima Junji was still thinking about how to deal with the ambushed enemy, several deafening explosions came from the Jingxing Coal Mine. The huge noise could not even cover the nearby gunfire.

This accelerated his thinking and made him make a "heroic" decision. That is to abandon some of his soldiers and go back to reinforce the second squadron in the mining area.

In order to complete this operation, the Eighth Route Army sent out the main force that was nowhere to be seen. In this case, the railway was destroyed and it would not necessarily be punished. It was not a war crime.

If there was any problem in Jingxing Coal Mine, the three squadrons stationed there would have to take the blame for their superiors, and Junji Miyajima, a small lieutenant, would definitely die.

As the saying goes, it is better to die than to die.

Abandoning the soldiers under your command is naturally a very painful thing. But compared with your own life, there is no need to think about which is more important.

Thinking of this, Junji Miyajima drew his command knife and shouted to the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the temporary bunkers around him:

"The first and third squads are ready to launch an attack! The second squadron follows me! It's time to be loyal to the locust! This is the responsibility of our warriors!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the soldiers at the bottom were all shocked as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

These days, they organized a wave of counterattacks fearlessly. Although the number of casualties rose sharply, this suicidal attack did have a certain impact on the reinforced company.

After all, it will take some time to kill dozens of pigs, not to mention the lively people.

Commander Yang, who was watching the battle in the temporary command post, shook his head with some dissatisfaction. Although the casualties on their side were almost negligible, the performance of the soldiers exposed many potential problems.

After thinking for a few seconds, the young division commander said to the staff officer beside him:

"It seems that our troops have not yet accepted the fact of transformation. We have fought too many guerrilla warfare and ambush warfare in the past, and our tactical thinking is still a bit rigid."

"After this raid is over, I have to report this to the division commander. First-class troops need to adapt to various battlefields, and our soldiers must continue to learn."

After hearing these words, the staff officer on the side quickly wrote the summary in the notebook in his hand.

The battle itself was an ambush, and our own weapons and equipment were clearly superior. The speed of annihilating enemies is now slower than expected.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

In the past, even the main regiment of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region mainly relied on guerrilla warfare and ambush warfare, and our own soldiers lacked experience in fighting on flat terrain.

And at that time, we strive to continuously consume the vitality of our small lives and achieve the goal of long-lasting water.

Positional battles are extremely rare, and usually occur when the enemy forces them to fight. This has developed the habit of soldiers being a little petty when facing the enemy.

It can be said that the typical hardware has kept up, but the software is still lagging behind.

But that’s all a thing for another day. An army with faith will not have to worry about being without combat effectiveness. The shortcomings now can be slowly made up for in the future.

At this moment, the staff officer on the side pointed in another direction, and Commander Yang immediately picked up his telescope.

In order to observe the entire command battlefield, this temporary command post was built at a higher location.

Through the vision provided by the moonlight, he saw a small group of Japanese soldiers retreating. This scene made everyone present smile intriguingly.

Because the retreating little devils are about to step into the minefield prepared for them by the reinforced company.

During the preparation phase, the soldiers did not place minefields on both sides of the railway.

Although that position can maximize the killing benefits of the mines and have the opportunity to kill more imps by surprise, it will also increase the risk of exposure of the mines.

The task of the reinforced company is to block the enemy. Whether it can be completely annihilated depends on the specific situation. If the enemy retreats immediately due to early exposure, it will be more than worth the loss.

Placing mines in the enemy's retreat is different.

The Japs must have been very anxious when they came. They wished they had a few extra legs and rushed to the battlefield to inspect the damage to the railway. At that time, it was impossible to have the time to clear mines, nor to be so careful.

There is only one retreat route back to Jingxing Coal Mine. Normal people would relax their vigilance about the section they just walked when returning from the original route.

Once you break into the minefield at this time, you can not only cause greater damage, but also play a perfect blocking role.

And it's not just landmines waiting for their day in that direction, but also the comrades in the tail attack positions who are sharpening their knives and fighting for their lives.

Junji Miyajima finally managed to escape from the battlefield with the second team. Because some soldiers were dissatisfied with his behavior of escaping from the battlefield, they almost used special skills to defeat him.

For the grassroots soldiers, you, a lieutenant, made our blood boil. But now that we have all taken off our pants, you actually order us to retreat?

In order to save his own life, Miyajima Junji begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, and he also tried to reason with the facts, and finally persuaded these uncles to return to the defense together.

This series of operations took some time. As a result, he, who was already very anxious, had no intention of checking whether there was any ambush on the way back.

The only good news is that due to Junji Miyajima's timely stop loss, the team is almost full, and only a few unlucky ones died beside the railway.

When these Japs rushed back with pale faces, they had no idea that they had been targeted by something.

After all the enemies walked into the minefield, the platoon leader, who was ruthless and silent, pulled the rope directly. The heavy mine exploded directly in the center of the Japanese infantry.

The entire platoon of soldiers immediately launched an attack after receiving the signal. Faced with this calculated and unintentional ambush, the Japanese had no chance to resist.

Only five minutes passed, and all the enemies of this small team died in the cemetery carefully selected by Commander Yang.

Under the leadership of the platoon leader, the comrades walked out of the sortie battlefield. They cleared the battlefield briefly and quickly and prepared to return to support the main force.

But at this moment, a steaming "corpse" moved tremblingly. This was Junji Miyajima, who was not completely dead.

Seeing that his beloved pants were covered in blood by the enemy, the platoon leader reluctantly stabbed the Japanese lieutenant in the heart with the square pyramid of MAS-36.

After putting away the opponent's Lieutenant Sword, the platoon leader said with some dissatisfaction:

"Who cleaned the battlefield? How come there are still people alive! Aren't you afraid that the Japanese will kill you with grenades?"

At this time, a monitor came over and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Platoon leader, it's my fault! I had donkey hair stuffed in my ears, so I didn't hear the beast humming. I won't do it next time."

"Return to the team!"

By the time the platoon's soldiers returned to the railway, the fighting there was over. After all the comrades were assembled, Commander Yang led the reinforced company to join the reserve team of the third regiment.

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The Japanese army stationed at Shimen was the Eighth Independent Mixed Brigade, and its brigade commander, Major General Mizuhara Yishige, graduated from the Army Non-commissioned Officer School.

This old devil is very good at conspiracy and conspiracy, and even has the nickname of an expert. He once led his troops and used blitzkrieg-like tactics to sneak attack on Guo Preserved's rear command structures many times.

Moreover, Mizuhara Yishige believed that he had a lot of research on the guerrilla tactics of the Eighth Route Army, and he also knew that the Eighth Route Army was good at fighting ambush warfare.

Therefore, after the Eighth Independent Mixed Brigade was transferred to Shimen, he engaged in intelligence work to deal with the guerrillas that continued to harass the Shota Line.

Even since the beginning of this year, the old devil has handed over some daily tasks to his subordinates, while he himself has focused all his energy on guarding the railway.

In order to deal with the guerrillas who came and went without a trace, he personally took people to inspect the villages along the railway, selected and established many railway protection villages.

This Japanese major general knows one thing very well, that is, even the strongest fortress can be broken from the inside.

There is absolutely no shortage of scum among the common people of the Republic of China who sell their ancestors for glory. As long as these things are obtained, the safety of the railway will definitely be guaranteed.

Facts have proved that this trick is very effective, when Mizuhara Yishige implemented a division of labor and responsibility system for those villages that took refuge, and established a strict reward and punishment system.

The road section in charge of the 8th Independent Mixed Brigade set a record of seven consecutive months without accidents, and he only paid some dispensable benefits.

Such a result made the old devil ecstatic, thinking that he had found the password for promotion. Even Toshi Tada, the commander of the North China Front in BP, sent a letter of praise, which has the momentum to be promoted throughout the army.

This period of time has been Mizuhara Yoshishige's highlight moment. He feels that he has a good chance of becoming one of the few lieutenant generals among brigade leaders.

But everything ended tonight, and the dream was shattered very quickly.

I just finished a day's work and was going to find some singers to relax. Just then, a communications soldier found him.

From the panic on the other side's face, the old devil guessed that something big had happened.

"Brigade Commander! The garrison at Jingxing Coal Mine just sent a message. They were attacked by the Eighth Route Army again, and it was also the main force of the enemy."

"Even the railway section from Zhengding to Shimen was attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and the damage was very serious!"

"And all the troops west of Shimen can't be contacted! The chief of staff has sent out cavalry to check the situation!"

After hearing the news, Mizuhara Yishige felt very complicated, with frustration, annoyance and anger intertwined together. It was difficult for him to accept that the enemy easily broke the public order that he had worked so hard to maintain.

The old devil was sitting on a stool, breathing heavily like an old bellows.

Suddenly, he was so fierce that he pulled out the weapon knife on the table and struck it hard on his favorite vase. Then he slapped the messenger on the right cheek, and the entire headquarters could hear his angry shout:

"Baga! Why are you still standing there! Why don't you contact Lieutenant General Iinuma Mamoru immediately and request support from the 110th Division! This is the enemy's general attack!"

"Except for the troops who need to defend the city! Mobilize all troops to reinforce all the strongholds on the Zhengtai line! Immediately! Immediately!"

"I want to personally lead the troops to Jingxing Coal Mine! I want to see how many people there are in the Eighth Route Army!"

Although Mizuhara Yi shouted the order hoarsely, what the old devil was thinking in his heart was:

"It's over, all the hard work has been wasted! Damn the Lieutenant General Brigade Commander! It's my fate not to be sent to the reserve this time."

It's a lot of fun to have a major general these days. This guy died of illness before.