Double-Cut During the War of Resistance: My Wife Came from 1937

The artillery barrage just now had already caused heavy casualties among the Japanese troops.

The remaining Japanese soldiers aimed for the legs, but their accuracy was very low.

Therefore, after a small number of assault troops were wounded, a large number of Eighth Route Army assault teams, armed with AK rifles or Type 56 assault rifles, charged directly into the Japanese trenches.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

Faced with these guns, each with 30 rounds and capable of continuous firing, the Japanese soldiers in the trenches were simply no match for them.

Moreover, each of these Eighth Route Army soldiers carried a spare magazine containing 30 rounds of ammunition.

"Baka yarou!"

On the rear lines, upon hearing his subordinate's report, Nagao Hamayuki, the commander of the Japanese Third Battalion, couldn't help but curse, "When did these damned Eighth Route Army guerrillas become so powerful?!"

Infantry-artillery coordination—that was the sure-fire winning formula for the Japanese army in the past!

Each time, the artillery would bombard the infantry before they charged, and then the artillery would bombard them again.

The Japanese army swept across the land using this simple and brutal method, routing the various Chinese armies.

But now, they are being suppressed by the Chinese Eighth Route Army.

"Damn it, if this weren't a mountainous area where those Type 41 75mm mountain guns couldn't be transported in, and the entire regiment only had six Type 92 70mm infantry guns, how could you be so arrogant!"

"Fortunately, they didn't know how to extend their artillery, or rather, they didn't have enough shells to waste, so they couldn't use artillery to stop our counter-attack!"

After Captain Nagao Hamayu finished his tirade, he immediately ordered his adjutant, "Immediately order the reserves to launch a counter-charge and retake the position!"

"yes!"

The adjutant responded, immediately started making a phone call, and issued orders to the company commanders at the front.

"Kill the chicken!"

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese troops inside the second line of defense began to rush towards the first line of defense along the interconnected trenches.

The main trench was not a straight line, but rather serrated and winding, so the Eighth Route Army could not clear out the Japanese troops here in a short period of time.

The Japanese troops here are still putting up a fierce resistance.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Da da da! Da da da!"

Soon, soldiers spotted the Japanese troops inside the trenches and engaged them in fierce firefight.

Meanwhile, the soldiers who were not wearing bulletproof vests had already entered the torn trenches.

The officer in charge ordered, "Leave some of you here to continue clearing the trenches; the rest of you, come with me and charge into the second line of defense."

Immediately, those at the front, holding hand-held bulletproof shields, followed by the others wearing bulletproof vests, rushed into the trench.

This time, it was a temporary field position, and the time to build fortifications was limited, so the Japanese army only had forward foxholes, the first main trench, the second support trench, and the last reserve position.

Upon learning of the ferocity of the Eighth Route Army's offensive, Battalion Commander Nagao Hamayu couldn't help but dial the regimental headquarters.

Battalion Commander Nagao Hamayuu said respectfully, "Colonel Awabe, our Third Battalion is under fierce attack from the Eighth Route Army. The lines of our companies are under pressure, some positions are in critical condition, and there is even a possibility that our second line of defense may be breached. We request tactical guidance!"

"You idiot, are you a pig? How could you let the Chinese beat you up like this!"

Regimental Commander Colonel Hideaki Awaihara cursed, "The Chinese are far less brave than our great Japanese army! Your battalion should organize its units to counterattack and repel the enemy with the fearless spirit of Bushido!"

"The regimental reserve still needs to support other areas and cannot provide you with strong reinforcements in a short time. You should go to the front line in person and demonstrate to your subordinates the fearlessness of our great Japanese army!"

After saying that, Colonel Hideaki Awai hung up the phone.

"Snap!"

Upon hearing that the other side not only refused to send reinforcements but also continued to pressure him into sending him to his death, Captain Nagao Hamayuu gritted his teeth and cracked his knuckles.

In the end, all he could do was sigh.

He knew that if he dared to retreat, he would surely be killed by the enemy.

It seems we have no choice but to fight to the death.

Captain Nagao Hamayuu took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "Order all units to uphold the code of Bushido and not to retreat in shame!"

"Clang!"

He drew his command sword and issued his final order: "Everyone in the battalion headquarters, and the soldiers in the reserve positions, join me in annihilating the Eighth Route Army!"

"Emperor Banzai!"

Upon receiving the order, all the Japanese soldiers on the position launched a final, desperate charge.

……

On a hillside.

Old Wu and his assistant have already set up McMillan.

For guns like the McMillan, a tripod would be more effective; otherwise, a gun that weighs over 23 pounds even when unloaded would become even more cumbersome with bullets added.

Old Wu first used a 5x scope to observe the enemy situation.

He did not find the Japanese regimental command post.

Clearly, the Japanese regimental command post was built on a reverse slope or in a valley.

However, it is impossible to observe the enemy from the front lines.

If it were that easy to observe, it would have been destroyed by concentrated mortar fire long ago.

However, a forward observation post was built on a mountaintop.

There was a telephone line there, so the observed information could be transmitted directly back to headquarters.

Old Wu discovered that he could only aim at the Japanese battalion command post at most.

There were people coming and going inside, and there were also shelters, so it was necessary to wait for a long time to catch them.

"High-ranking Japanese officers are really hard to find!"

Old Wu remained observant and did not rush to fire.

Because Commander Yang had specifically instructed them not to fire their weapons lightly.

Firing too many shots could expose them.

This left Lao Wu speechless.

The soldiers below were fighting a bloody battle, but he could only watch, which was truly disheartening.

Previously, when they were in the mountains, they had only used McMillan to hunt wild boars and roe deer.

He had been studying this gun for many days, but he had never killed a Japanese soldier!

"Um?"

Suddenly, Lao Wu saw a group of Japanese officers hurriedly walking out of a Japanese command post 2000 meters away.

However, even with a 5x scope at this distance, the view was somewhat blurry.

He immediately switched from the 5x scope to the 25x scope, and the image became crystal clear.

The leading Japanese soldier held a command sword with a reddish-brown tassel, had a pair of binoculars strapped to his chest, and wore wide-legged riding breeches that were narrow at the bottom and had large knees, along with tall black leather riding boots.

Judging from the two bars and one star on the other's shoulder insignia, he is clearly a major and battalion commander.

This person was none other than Captain Nagao Hamayuo of the Third Battalion.

Old Wu snorted coldly, thinking to himself, "If I can't defeat Itagaki and Awa, I'll use you as a sacrifice!"

Then, Lao Wu aimed the crosshair at the other man's chest and pulled the trigger.