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

Noda smiled disdainfully. Who doesn't know how to brag?

The two Japanese regiments had a simple meal and immediately packed up their supplies and prepared to leave.

Wang Ye, along with the brigade commander and other command personnel, have arrived at a hillside in Luoyeling, 1 kilometer away from the Japanese camp.

"The Japs are packing up their supplies and preparing to leave!" Wu Gang put down the telescope and said to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye looked at his watch. The ticking sound of the hands was like a death warrant. When the hands slowly pointed to 2 o'clock, Wang Ye ordered,

"Send a message to the forward observation post of the artillery battalion, and attack at 2 o'clock sharp. I want them to destroy all of the enemy's heavy weapons as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

The two Japanese regiments had less than 20 infantry guns in total. As for the Type 41 mountain guns, only the Yoshiwara Regiment had four.

But these guns were useless because the 88mm anti-aircraft guns had a range of up to 14 kilometers and the Japanese guns could not reach them at all.

Although the main target of the 88mm anti-aircraft gun when firing horizontally is the enemy's tank armor, Wang Ye has no merit points, so he can only make do with the enemy's infantry.

Anyway, as long as you hit accurately, the flesh and blood of the Japanese will definitely not be harder than armor.

At 2 o'clock, the Japanese had already formed an attack position and were ready to break out. Just as Yoshihara was about to give the order, countless black spots suddenly appeared in the scorching sky.

Before the Japs could react, more than 20 shells fell.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

The 10-kilogram grenade fell into the Japanese troops, and countless fragments passed through the bodies of the Japanese at high speed, as smooth as a blade passing through a cream cake.

The high temperature of the fragments caused the Japanese corpses to emit a foul odor when they fell to the ground.

The Type 41 infantry guns and Type mountain guns that Yoshiwara was so proud of were blown to pieces by the grenades. The parts on the guns turned into bullets and pierced through the Japanese one after another.

Just one round of salvos basically paralyzed the Japanese's heavy weapons.

Yoshihara quietly stood up from his hiding place, staring blankly at the hellish scene before him.

He didn't know what had happened. Why did a simple rescue mission take such a turn? What kind of army were they facing?

Why was the fire so powerful? No one told him the answer, because the second round of shells had already fallen.

The 88mm anti-aircraft gun can fire 15 to 20 rounds per minute. Zheng Dapao's artillery command skills were upgraded to elite level by Wang Ye.

So even though the 88mm anti-aircraft gun was not very suitable for attacking Japanese infantry, it still fought effectively under the command of Zheng Dapao.

The shelling continued. In one minute, Zheng Dapao fired more than 400 shells. The Japanese camp stretched for more than one kilometer and was plowed through by Zheng Dapao like plowing the land.

Wang Ye originally planned to fight for a full minute, but the Japanese were too bold and the troops had not built many anti-artillery facilities in the field.

After the Yoshiwara Regiment arrived, the troops expanded rapidly. The children's group attacked quickly, and the Japanese had no way to defend themselves.

So after only three rounds of attack, the Japanese were completely defeated, and Wang Ye wanted to call a halt. However, the artillery camp was too far away, and by the time his order arrived, Zheng Dapao had already finished the attack as planned.

Wang Ye was in tears. Damn it! He fired so many extra shells. They were all earned by using merit points.

The battlefield was in dead silence. Wu Gang reminded, "Captain, can we start the charge?"

Wang Ye reacted instantly. He stood up and shouted, "Blow the charge horn. Everyone charge. We want those alive!"

The majestic charge horn sounded within a few kilometers of Luoyeling. The children's group soldiers rushed out with their blood boiling and shouting slogans.

In an instant, countless children's groups dressed in camouflage combat uniforms rushed out from the mountains and forests of Luoye Ridge.

The brigade commander stood on a high place and watched the children's group charging. He couldn't help but say to Ding Wei and Li Yunlong,

"Have you noticed that even when charging, the children's group soldiers charged out in groups of three.

And no matter how chaotic the battlefield was, they did not change. Even if they fell behind in killing the devils, they would quickly regroup with other lone soldiers.

The combat quality of the children's regiment soldiers is too high."

Ding Wei and Li Yunlong watched the battle below seriously. They had never seen such elite battles before and they could learn a lot of experience from it.

Yoshihara and Noda were actually fine, they just felt uncomfortable in their ears because the explosion was so loud that they became a little deaf.

When their ears finally recovered, they heard the familiar charge, and the Japanese realized that their opponents were actually the Eighth Route Army.

"Bagayalu, fight back, fight back quickly!" Noda roared in panic.

The Japanese officers who had just reacted gathered their troops immediately, but the shelling was too horrific. The Japanese camp was littered with broken limbs and arms, and less than half of them were still capable of fighting.

When the children's group soldiers rushed to the Japanese camp, the Japanese troops had already rushed out fearlessly.

We can’t win in an artillery battle, we can’t win in a gun battle, but the Japanese are specially trained in hand-to-hand combat, so how can we not win against them?

The Japs will not bow until they are on the verge of death. They will not be satisfied unless they try.

Except for the third battalion and the guard battalion far away in Pingyang, all other battalions of the Children's Corps were dispatched. All the troops added up to more than 3500 people.

Although the Japanese had been bombarded, the 88mm anti-aircraft gun was not a professional indirect-fire gun for bombing Japanese infantry. There were only about 8000 Japanese soldiers left out of the more than 4000.

But most of them were injured, and there were no more than 2000 people who were still capable of fighting.

The numbers of both sides were equal, and the Japanese should have the upper hand, but don't forget that the children's group had many assault rifles and submachine guns in their hands.

Before the Japanese got close, the front soldiers of the children's group had already opened fire.

"Da da da..." The sound of gunfire continued to ring out along the one-kilometer-long road, and every bullet killed a Japanese soldier.

When the two sides came into contact, the children's group showed extremely strong combat effectiveness. These soldiers were strengthened by Wang Ye using merit points.

The combat skills have been ingrained into their bones, and the logistics of the children's group are in place. During this period, both veterans and new recruits have all gained muscle. When the two sides are compared, the difference in strength is immediately apparent.

The children's group's combat teams were able to deal with the attacks of the devils calmly.

The three-man combat team, with an assault rifle and two Type 38 rifles, beat the Japanese to a pulp and were no match at all.

At 2:10 pm, the hand-to-hand combat began and ended at 3: pm.

The soldiers of the children's corps on the battlefield were covered in blood, and they all stood tall like gods of war.

When Wang Ye brought the brigade commander and others to the battlefield, the soldiers had already begun to clean up the battlefield. Li Yunlong looked at these soldiers with fiery eyes, wishing he could grab his independent regiment.