Songhu: Never Give Up

Chapter 76: Being too clever may lead to mistakes (Please follow and collect)
"Damn it, you really think highly of me!"

Yue Qianli put down the telescope and shouted:
"Send the third company to reinforce, we must hold off the Japanese!"

"Notify the machine gun company, fire three rounds of rapid fire, use rocket launchers to cover the enemy's depth, retreat after the attack, and leave the rest to the infantry!"

Communications staff officer Xu Puguang's eyes were shining with excitement. Three rounds of salvos, that's more than 200 heavy artillery shells, enough to give the Japanese a hard time.

Yue Qianli was also full of expectations. He had bet correctly on the time of the enemy's attack, and the rocket launcher platoon was ready, just waiting for his order.
The Japs really only cared about eating and not fighting. They sent two or three thousand people at one time, ready to take a big gamble with him. Naturally, he would follow them. If he hadn't considered that he still had to hold on for another day, he would have gone all in.

Colonel Murata was also shocked by his own generosity. In order to achieve the goal in one go, he put three infantry battalions into action at once - all in!
It was already 6:30 in the afternoon, the sky was gradually getting dark, and visibility was very low. He was sure that the Chinese heavy artillery group would not be able to react;

Heavy artillery is not like light artillery. It cannot be put into battle without more than a quarter of an hour of preparation time. A quarter of an hour is enough for their attack group to annihilate the Lion Grove’s position. The key word is "fast"!

"Mr. Qingshan, in all martial arts, the only way to be defeated is to be fast. As long as the warriors charge into the Chinese positions, their heavy artillery will be useless."

Colonel Murata said proudly, and Major Aoyama also said confidently:

"Sir, the Chinese were deceived by your previous tactical deception. It was true and false. Even if it were me, I would not have thought that you would launch a thundering attack before dark. You have applied the Chinese military tactics to perfection.

This is called "the disciple surpasses the master". I guess the Chinese commanders are now like ants in a hot pot. I really look forward to seeing them helpless."

After Major Qingshan finished speaking, the two men couldn't help but laugh, with arrogance written all over their faces, because they saw that the vanguard brigade had already rushed to the front of the defenders, and the Chinese had not yet made any reaction;

This distance is already determined...

"Yamedie——"

Major Aoyama's smile suddenly stopped when he saw the "fireworks" all over the sky that terrified him.

"Qingshan Lord - Baga, the enemy is attacking!"

"Boom boom boom..."

72 107mm rockets streaked across the sky and fell to the earth like a meteor shower in the night sky, engulfing the demons that broke into the earth.

Colonel Murata had never seen such terrifying firepower. It was like a bloody mouth that could devour everything. It swallowed up his soldiers one by one, and the shit-yellow color disappeared visibly with the naked eye...

"Yamedie!"

"Ya-me-die!"

Another round of "meteor shower" fell, and Colonel Murata felt like someone fell from a high altitude. He was completely hopeless. The ups and downs of life destroyed his broken heart. His once lofty ambitions turned into nothing in an instant. There was no greater sorrow than this.

Tanimoto Sanfu, who was in the front, didn't know what was going on. He couldn't help but stop and watch the "fireworks", shouting excitedly:
"Senior Xiaolin, there is a meteor shower, make a wish quickly!"

"Bakayarō, you have such a bad conscience!" Sergeant Honda raised his leg and kicked him, hitting Tanimoto's sexy buttocks, which were very elastic and felt good. He definitely did it on purpose;

Private First Class Tanimoto fell heavily on the river bank and got a mouthful of mud.

"DaDaDa..."

At the moment when Tanimoto fell, the position of the Second Battalion was instantly revived, and countless bullets were sprayed at them. Sergeant Honda happened to be the one who got the first prize, and half of his head was cut off by a heavy machine gun bullet.

Sergeant Kobayashi rolled to the ground nimbly and avoided the call of the god of death, but the other Japanese soldiers were not as lucky as him, and their souls were cut off by the god of death's scythe one after another.

Three rounds of rocket rain covered the enemy's deep echelon, knocking down nearly a thousand of them, causing the 43rd Regiment's offensive to pause, as if its momentum had been taken away;
Yue Qianli is undoubtedly the commander who best understands the use of 107 rocket launcher tactics in this era. The reason why this black technology weapon is called a "guerrilla warfare artifact" is because of its tactical flexibility.

If he doesn't take action, then it's fine. But once he takes action, he will destroy the world. After the fight, he will leave, without taking away a single cloud, but only countless devils.

Although the Japanese only lost a few hundred people, their attack rhythm had been completely disrupted. When facing the second battalion's iron defense line, they lost their strength and sharpness and fell into a dilemma.

If they retreated, they would be unwilling to do so; if they attacked, their fighting spirit would be lost. This difficult problem soon faced Colonel Murata.

At this time, he had recovered and his expression had returned to normal. He quickly made a decision and ordered the attack to continue. He would not give in easily!
What he is betting on now is that the Chinese do not have so many heavy artillery shells. This is something the Chinese cannot afford.

After suffering a sudden blow, the Japanese still had nearly 2 men. Although their attack formation was blown to pieces, their numbers were there, so their offensive was still fierce.

It is said that laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway. Yue Qianli showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth;
The army is all about morale. The three rounds of artillery fire just now have already destroyed the morale of the Japanese. Now many soldiers are panicked and frightened, always worrying that shells will rain down from the sky again. They have lost confidence in victory. Such an army will be useless no matter how many people there are.

Sure enough, the Japanese offensive was easily dissipated once it encountered resistance. It seemed that they were coming with great force, but in fact there was no sense of oppression at all. The defenders on the river bank were as relaxed as if they were hunting.

The Japanese skirmish line was pinned down on the beach. Any group of them that came forward would be easily defeated and retreated, leaving behind a pile of corpses.

"Bagayalu, kill the chickens! Those who retreat will die."

The officers in charge were already furious. They kept pushing the soldiers forward and even used the supervision team to fire machine guns at anyone who dared to retreat.
Taro Kobayashi could no longer slack off, so he had to charge forward. If he stuck his head out, he would get stabbed, and if he hid his head, he would not get stabbed either. This only intensified the ferocity in his bones.

He advanced forward with difficulty, rifle in hand, braving the hail of bullets from the defenders, jumping from one shell hole to another, and rushing forward again after firing a shot;

The Japanese soldier Tanimoto followed closely behind him. Both of them were lucky. The bullets whizzed past them but did not hit them.

Before they knew it, they and dozens of other Japanese soldiers had rushed to the river embankment. They were about to attack the embankment. Private First Class Tanimoto seemed to have forgotten the danger and rushed up screaming, as if the tempting military merit was beckoning to him.

The defenders would naturally not allow the Japanese to rush up the river bank. Seeing that the Japanese had already reached the killing range of the grenades, the officers gave an order and hundreds of grenades were thrown out from the bunkers on the river bank, and soon fell into the group of Japanese...

Taro Kobayashi's reaction was still very fast. He rolled into the bomb crater at the first moment. Thousands of lethal fragments produced by the grenade explosion knocked down more than half of the Japanese soldiers. Private First Class Tanimoto's luck also ran out. He was hit in the leg and fell to the ground in pain.

(End of this chapter)