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

Li Yunlong was stunned when he received the order. He was about to dig in place, but now he was asked to evacuate. This was a joke.

"No, I won't do it. I'm already halfway done, and that bastard comes to pick peaches?"

The communicator advised, "Captain Li, this is the order of the brigade commander. The Jinbei Independent Battalion came to tell the brigade commander.

But the brigade commander also said that the independent regiment will be responsible for the charge later, so you should be prepared for the charge! "

"Really?" Li Yunlong's eyes widened.

"Really? I heard that there are new weapons to be used. I'm afraid there might be accidental injuries, so I'm retreating a little!"

Li Yunlong rolled his eyes and ordered the troops to retreat three miles, and placed them at the front of all the troops, so that his troops would be in the most advantageous position during the charge.

Twenty minutes later, all the troops had evacuated, and the brigade commander said to Wang Ye,

"Captain Wang, it's your turn. I really want to see how powerful the independent brigade's new weapons are!"

The communicator of the guard squad took out a small radio and sent a message to the rocket artillery battalion.

More than two hours have passed since the 772nd Regiment was withdrawn. The smoke in the battle area has almost dissipated, and the visibility has become better.

Yamazaki Yeping looked at the Eighth Route Army retreating in the distance and said in surprise,

"The Tubalu on the opposite side have all evacuated. Could it be that our reinforcements have arrived?"

Hirakawa Toichiro looked in the direction of the communications team and said solemnly,

"Yamazaki-kun, if the support is really there, we should receive a telegram, which will facilitate our breakout.

There is no news at the moment, I think the Tubalu may have a conspiracy!"

"Oh~? What's the conspiracy?"

"I don't know!" Hirakawa Toichiro shook his head and said helplessly.

Yamazaki Yeping looked into the distance with a telescope, but he saw nothing except the Eighth Route Army retreating three miles.

"Hirakawa-kun, no matter what the Tubalu have planned, based on the intensity of their attack just now, we will definitely be able to hold out until reinforcements arrive!"

A smile flashed across Hirakawa Toichiro's solemn face. "These Eighth Route Army soldiers can only fire two shots and run away. They are good at sneak attacks, but in this kind of positional warfare, they are far from being a match for the Imperial Warriors!"

Liu Changjian, who was five miles away, received the order and said with a serious face,

"Comrades, this is our rocket artillery battalion's first actual combat. Not only the battalion commander and the political commissar are watching,

The 386th Brigade is also watching. If anyone fails to perform at this time, they will all be put in solitary confinement. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The soldiers of the rocket artillery battalion shouted with their faces flushed.

"Everyone obey my orders!"

"Ready to launch!"

A heavy truck has eight rails on it, which can launch 16 rockets at a time. Ten trucks can launch 160 rockets at a time.

Two seconds after Liu Changjian issued the order, all the rockets on the trucks flew out one after another.

Even in broad daylight, you can clearly see the tail flames of rockets streaking across the sky.

The sound of "Swish, swish, swish..." was heard constantly. The soldiers of the rocket artillery battalion had long been accustomed to such sounds, but they still found them very pleasing to the ear every time they heard them.

Because every time a sound was heard, it meant that a Japanese soldier was going to die.

The brigade commander looked in the direction Wang Ye was observing, and saw countless flaming shells streaking across the sky.

He pointed at the sky, his fingers trembling a little. This must be a group of artillery!

The other Eighth Route Army soldiers looked up in the direction of the brigade commander's finger. The soldiers who had retreated three miles saw for the first time the terrifying sight of the artillery cluster.

Especially Li Yunlong, who was cursing just now, when he saw countless shells flying over, his heart trembled, and countless memories of being bombed came to his mind.

Then I thought, wouldn’t it be unsafe to retreat three miles?

The Japanese were at the high point of Lijiaopo. They discovered the Katyusha rockets faster than the Eighth Route Army. Dense rockets were flying in the sky.

Yamazaki Yehei turned his stiff neck and asked in a trembling voice in disbelief,

"Hirakawa-kun, did you see those things?"

Hirakawa Toichiro murmured, "I seem to see the cherry blossoms of the Empire...!"

“Boom, boom, boom…”

In just two seconds, 160 rockets landed on the enemy positions, and almost all of the enemy soldiers who failed to react were covered by the rockets.

The entire Japanese position turned into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

All the Eighth Route Army soldiers felt the ground shaking, and were even more shocked by the power of this artillery.

The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression had been going on for two or three years, and it was the first time they saw the Japanese being bombarded by cluster firepower. It felt like drinking cool water in summer, refreshing from beginning to end.

Just as everyone was immersed in the shock of the bombardment, Li Yunlong was the first to shout,

"Everyone, attach your bayonets and charge!"

The charge horn of the independent regiment sounded, and the soldiers rushed towards the enemy positions with high morale.

When the other troops saw this, they thought that the Independent Regiment should not enjoy this good thing alone, so they quickly followed suit and charged forward.

Three miles sounds far, but it is actually only about 1500 meters. If you add the battlefield area at the front of the enemy's position, it is only about 2000 meters.

The Eighth Route Army's iron feet were no joke. They rushed up the 2000-meter distance in just a few minutes.

Li Yunlong originally thought that he would be attacked by the Japanese when he rushed to the battle area.

As a result, they kept charging towards the Japanese positions, but no one fired a single shot.

When the troops rushed to the enemy's position, they saw that the trenches on the small Lijiao Slope were full of enemy corpses.

After being bombarded by 160 rockets, the horrific heat almost killed the Japanese without any chance of fighting back.

Many corpses looked hideous and dried up due to severe dehydration.

"Wow!" A little soldier couldn't help but vomited, and the other soldiers seemed to be affected and started vomiting as well.

Li Yunlong suppressed his anger and roared, cleaned up the battlefield, and turned around to go down Lijiaopo.

Seeing that the troops had already rushed up and occupied the enemy's position, the brigade commander turned around and ordered the signalman to send a message to the headquarters.

Then he said to Wang Ye, "Captain Wang, what is this weapon? It didn't exist when I went there last time, did it?"

Wang Ye explained with a smile, "This is the White Bear Country's BM-13 rocket launcher, which is mounted on a heavy truck. One rocket launcher can fire 16 rockets at the same time.

Our independent brigade was equipped with ten rocket launchers and formed a rocket launcher battalion.

How could we let this damned Yamazaki Yeping dare to come to the Eighth Route Army's hinterland to show off his power? "

The brigade commander had only heard of it but had never seen it, so he couldn't help but say, "Captain Wang, how about taking me to have a look? I think the launch site is not far from here!"

"Let's take a look!" Wang Ye felt that these weapons were nothing big. The Japanese were already dead anyway, so there was no need to worry about leaks.

While the Eighth Route Army was cleaning up the battlefield, Wang Ye brought the brigade leaders to the launch site.