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

"Tengshi-kun is right. From my observation, the troops firing from the opposite side are equivalent to our squadron.

Judging from the length of their trenches and the distribution of their firing points, the independent troops consisted of at least one regiment.

But this regiment's firepower is very strong, we must be careful!"

"Hey!"

Tenmuro Ryosuke nodded and immediately ordered the mortar battalion to open fire and destroy the firepower points of the opposite position.

Now it was getting dark, and as bullets from the machine guns and assault rifles of the Independent Battalion were fired,

The orange-red tail flame is a bright light, and the Japanese mortar battalion can clearly see the firing point.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The sound of mortar shells firing continued to ring out, and in less than two seconds, the shells landed near the position of the independent battalion.

Fortunately, this time the test firing was not very accurate. Wang Dabao saw this and quickly ordered the firepower point to be moved.

"Where did Zhang Bing go?"

"Captain, are you looking for me?" Artillery company commander Zhang Bing ran over breathlessly.

Wang Dabao hid in the air-raid shelter, pointing at the mortar shells that kept falling outside and yelled,

"The enemy's mortars are right in front of me. Can't you see it? Go and shoot them down!"

Zhang Bing said nothing, turned around and ran to the back of the position, shouting as he ran, "All mortar platoons assemble!"

The squadron's artillery company was equipped with 12 Type 2.8 infantry guns, which had a range of only 3.8 kilometers, while the enemy's mortars had a range of kilometers.

The artillery company's Type 92 infantry guns could not reach the target, so Zhang Bing combined the mortar platoons of three companies together.

Each artillery platoon has three mortars, and the entire squadron has nine platoons, so when Zhang Bing arrives,

27 Japanese Type 97 90 mortars have been lined up on the battlefield. Zhang Bing said briefly,

"The artillery company's guns don't have enough range. The squadron leader wants you to destroy the damn enemy's mortar battalion. Can you do it?"

"can!"

"Adjust the coordinates!"

After a test firing, the mortar battalion on the opposite side slightly adjusted the coordinates, and the second shell hit the trench of the independent battalion.

Fortunately, Wang Dabao and Zhao Shengzheng were both experienced. After realizing the Japanese intentions, they immediately ordered the soldiers to enter the blasting cave.

Sekigahara Roku and Tenmuro Ryosuke watched as the shells landed on the Independent Battalion's position without hitting their heads. The machine guns that had originally formed a firepower network to suppress the Imperial Army and made it unable to raise its head all fell silent.

They were very happy. When the Japanese soldiers came back with the wounded, Guan Yuanliu pointed to the position of the independent battalion and said,

"Colonel Tengshi, have you noticed that although the enemy has a lot of light and heavy machine guns, they are not good at mortars?

Our mortar positions were outside the range of the Type 92 infantry guns, and the enemy has not yet reacted.

This shows that the opposing commander did not react in time and was poor at responding to the battlefield."

"That's right, so the independent brigade on the opposite side is most likely a guerrilla force, but we don't know where they found weapons and support."

As a top student at the Imperial Army University, Tenmuro Ryosuke is very sensitive to battlefield conditions.

Sekigahara Roku said thankfully, "The 3rd Brigade died somewhat unjustly. As long as we advance steadily, this independent brigade will have no choice but to be wiped out."

Tenshiro Ryosuke felt excited, maybe after this battle, he could get a promotion?

While all the Japanese commanders were imagining the future in the temporary headquarters, the mortar platoon of the first squadron had already adjusted their coordinates.

Zhang Bing shouted, "No need to test fire, just reload and fire three rounds at high speed!"

All the mortar soldiers here have rich experience in attacking. For them, just by using their thumbs, the data of height, distance, wind speed, etc. will all appear in their minds.

Zhang Bing has great confidence in them. This is the perfect combination of weapons and soldiers.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

27 small cannons fired almost in order, and the sound of the shells leaving the guns was so pleasant.

The enemy's mortar battalion had 24 mortars, but only 12 of them were small steel guns that could reach the independent battalion's position beyond the range of the Type infantry guns.

Just as the 12 guns were firing merrily, shells from a squadron began to fall.

Except for a few shells that deviated and landed on the edge of the enemy's mortar position, the rest of the 27 shells hit the position.

The enemy artillerymen watched helplessly as the shells fell, and exploded almost instantly after they hit the ground.

The flames engulfed all the artillery in the blink of an eye. The ground of the entire position shook, and the powerful shock wave blew the mortars and soldiers on the position more than ten meters away.

By the time they landed, the Japanese artillerymen had suffered heavy casualties, and those carefully maintained mortars were shattered and rotten beyond repair.

The three rapid-fire shots were fired in a very short time, less than 10 seconds, and the observer in front quickly sent a telegram back.

Zhang Bing quickly arranged for the mortar platoon to disperse and move, but who knew that the Japanese field artillery battalion would not arrive.

If the Japanese find our coordinates and bomb them randomly, the loss will be huge.

When the Japanese soldiers including Sekigahara Roku and Tengshi Ryosuke were excited, the mortar position of the Japanese soldiers was destroyed.

All the Japanese soldiers watched the violent explosion not far away. The shock wave and the strong wind blew the temporary command post loudly.

The dust mixed in the strong wind made it impossible for the Japanese officer to open his eyes.

Sekigahara Roku and Tenmuro Ryosuke stared in amazement at the mortar position that had turned into ruins, and a chill rose in their hearts.

After a while, Tengshi Ryosuke wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with lingering fear,

"General, the enemy is more powerful than we imagined, both in terms of weapons and equipment, and in terms of command skills.

Are we really going to follow the original battle plan?"

Guan Yuanlu was also shocked, but fortunately, as a general of the empire, he had participated in countless wars and was stronger in heart.

After careful consideration, he said to Chief of Staff Maekawa Iruma, "We arrived at the Jingxian battlefield by ourselves, but the enemy's resistance is stronger than we imagined.

You immediately give orders to the 78th Regiment, and have them secretly march from Yanggu to Xiaolizhuang tonight and arrive before 5 a.m. tomorrow.

We will launch an attack on the opposite position at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Let the 78th Regiment attack Jingxian County from Xiaolizhuang at the same time.

"What the Major General means is that if we hold back the enemy here, Jing County will be empty, so let the 78th Regiment raid the county.

As long as the county town is taken, the enemy here will have to break out to the west in order to avoid being surrounded for two years!"

"Yes, to the east is the railway defense line, they can only go west. As long as we are fast enough and follow the independent brigade all the way, we can catch them and kill them in the base of the Eighth Route Army."

Maekawa Iruma was the one who made the plan. Although the plan has changed now, the purpose is the same, so he excitedly went out to give orders.