Bright Sword: An eight-year-old boy led a group to fight the Japanese invaders

Kato Ying's face looked extremely ugly, as if he had been slapped thirty-eight times. He looked through the telescope again and then said,

"Colonel, you are not mistaken. Our warriors have been slaughtered. An entire squadron of warriors died on the way to the charge."

"Bagayalu! Why does the enemy have such powerful firepower? Did you find that the enemy's heavy machine guns are very powerful? What kind of machine guns are they using?"

Watanabe felt that there was something wrong here. Why was the enemy's firepower so strong?

"From the sound, it's probably the Maxim and the German MG42 general-purpose machine guns."

"What kind of enemies are we facing? Where did they find these machine guns?" Watanabe was racking his brains but couldn't figure it out.

"Watanabe-kun, are we still going to attack?"

Watanabe wanted to go back. He had no way of fighting against an unknown enemy and unknown weapons and equipment. But he couldn't leave.

Before coming, he asked Major General Sasaki to contact the Taiyuan Command to request air force support. Now the plane hasn't arrived yet, and he wants to run away?

Did he go back and tell Taiyuan that the enemy had strong firepower and many heavy machine guns, and he couldn't figure out the situation on the opposite side, so he went back?

There's no such embarrassing thing as this?

"Immediately arrange for the artillery squadron to bombard the opposing positions, and contact air support. The planes from Taiyuan will take time to arrive, so wait until the bombardment is over before continuing with the bombardment!"

When the Japanese artillery position began to prepare for the bombardment, Wang Ye had already ordered the troops to withdraw from the position. After all, there was only Zhou Zhizhen's company guarding the position, so it was very easy to evacuate now.

Wang Ye stood outside the command center and looked at the devils in the distance, "Is Wang Dabao here?"

"Commander, Wang Dabao reports in!" Zheng Dapao, the newly appointed battalion commander of the artillery battalion, ran over to salute and shouted loudly.

Wang Ye put down the telescope and looked at the young man in his twenties in front of him. "Dabao, the enemy's artillery squadron will start shelling soon.

You keep an eye on it, find the enemy artillery position, and then kill them, understand?"

The Japanese artillery squadron was equipped with 6 Type infantry guns. This type of gun was light in weight and very suitable for mountain warfare, so both the Japanese, the Eighth Route Army, and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army liked this gun very much.

Wang Ye originally wanted to exchange German-made large-caliber heavy artillery to form his own artillery battalion.

But now in the mountainous area, the mobility of heavy artillery without the towing of heavy trucks is zero, so he only exchanged four German-equipped Type 41 88mm anti-aircraft guns for the artillery battalion, mainly for air defense.

This time, he directly assigned the artillery battle to the first battalion. Wang Dabao's artillery company was equipped with 9 Type infantry guns, and the gunners had all been strengthened by him.

He just didn't believe that the system-enhanced artillery company could not defeat the Japanese artillery squadron.

"Please rest assured, Commander. I have already given the order to the artillery company. If the enemy's artillery dares to show up, we must shoot them to death. We must not let them escape!"

Wang Dabao was very excited. He had never thought that he could become a battalion commander after leaving Dawangzhuang with his grandfather.

In fact, there are not only children's groups and devils around Yerenling, but also intelligence personnel from other forces are lurking nearby.

After the Japanese raid last month, Northwest Shanxi had a brief period of peace. The deployment of the Watanabe Regiment was the biggest event of this month.

Therefore, all parties are observing which unit is so desperate as to dare to provoke the entire regiment of the Japanese?

The result was shocking. The Japanese squadron was completely wiped out by the enemy with just one charge, especially the firepower, which was quite fierce.

The scouts of the Eighth Route Army looked at the positions in the distance through their binoculars and said enviously,

"Squad leader, which army are fighting the Japanese? Their firepower is even stronger than that of the Central Army. I wish we had this firepower!"

"Well, although our weapons are not as good as theirs, our soldiers can still fight the devils fearlessly.

It doesn't matter what the weapon is like, as long as it can beat the Japanese, it's fine. Besides, it's useless to just envy them, right? You should observe the battlefield carefully and don't miss any details. You will have to report to your superiors when the time comes!"

The reconnaissance squad leader of the Eighth Route Army didn't know that one day he would also run around with a sniper rifle.

At 4:12 p.m., the first test shell from the Japanese artillery landed more than 30 meters in front of the children's row of positions.

The Japanese artillery began to adjust the parameters quickly. They were very skilled in this aspect. The Type 92 infantry gun had a relatively short range. As long as there were observers in front, they could convey the landing point information by manpower.

So the Japanese artillery adjusted quickly and began rapid firing at 4:19. The firing rate of the Type 10 infantry gun was about 6 rounds per minute, and 50 guns could fire more than shells per minute.

Zhang Wu, the captain of the artillery company under Wang Dabao, was originally an artilleryman of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. After joining the Children's Corps, he was strengthened by the system.

His current level is equivalent to that of an elite artillery commander. After the Japanese artillery opened fire, he immediately calculated the position of the position and then moved the artillery position forward.

Wang Dabao was at the artillery position, and asked worriedly, "Lao Zhang, are you sure we can hit the enemy's artillery position from this place? This is our first deployment, and we must not make any mistakes!"

"Don't worry, Battalion Commander!" Zhang Wu answered seriously while loading the ammunition.

"Report to the company commander, loading is complete!"

Zhang Wu looked at the serious expressions of the artillery soldiers and waved the command flag in his hand, "Three rapid shots, fire!"

Zhang Wu didn't even fire a test shot, he just opened fire. He was confident that there was no problem with his calculations and the Japanese artillery would definitely not be able to escape.

Watanabe was looking at the bombed-out positions on the opposite side, feeling happy, when he suddenly heard a whistling sound.

"Boom boom..." The explosion of the falling shells had already sounded. Watanabe looked back and saw that the artillery position had turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Moreover, the children's group's shells continued to fall, and the ammunition of the Japanese artillery positions was also detonated.

By the time Watanabe came to his senses from his shock, the entire Japanese artillery position had become a ruin. The position was riddled with pits from the bombings, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere.

"Baka!" Watanabe was running towards the artillery position in a daze, and the guards beside him hugged him tightly.

"Colonel, you can't go over there. The enemy's artillery is likely to fire again."

Watanabe was looking dejectedly at the artillery position that had been bombed into ruins. He stood there woodenly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chief of Staff Kato Ying said helplessly, "Watanabe-kun, you should immediately order the troops to retreat, otherwise the enemy's artillery fire may soon extend to our camp!"

Watanabe suddenly came back to his senses, "Yes, yes, yes, the entire army retreats 500 meters, quickly!"

Kato Ying's reminder was very timely, because Zhang Wu had already ordered the artillery fire to be extended.