Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Now Li Yunlong has figured out the pattern. With the reverse slope, communication trenches and forward observation posts, when the Japanese shelled, the soldiers turned to the reverse slope and the heavy machine guns went into the anti-artillery holes, doing everything possible to reduce casualties among the soldiers.

Sure enough, as soon as the Japs retreated, artillery shells immediately hit the machine gun positions again.

Although the Japs were bad, their artillery was accurate. They fired their mountain cannons at the designated heavy machine gun positions of the independent regiment one by one.

Fortunately, the heavy machine guns had already entered the anti-artillery holes, otherwise Li Yunlong would probably have wanted to die.

This time, the Japanese infantry moved up the mountain under the cover of artillery.

Mountain artillery, infantry artillery, and flat-fire artillery bombarded the Dushan position until the sky was covered with yellow earth and the sun was no longer visible.

Without the suppression of heavy machine guns, it was difficult to pose a threat to the densely packed Japanese infantry with mortars alone. After a bombing, the Japanese would immediately come to reinforce.

The sporadic headshots by the special forces snipers lurking outside the positions had little effect.

Zhang Dabiao threw his hat down in a hurry.

"Captain, shall I lead the commandos in a counterattack?"

Li Yunlong looked through the telescope for a while and pondered for a moment.

"Okay, gather the light machine guns!"

"and many more!"

Wang Meng, with his face covered in dirt, patted the dirt on his head and came over.

"Captain, wait a moment, I have prepared a little surprise for the devils!"

After saying that, he pointed to a hidden place on the side, where there were a dozen black iron pipes as big as washbasins.

The special forces soldiers placed black powder at the bottom of the iron pipe, then put a wooden board on it, and finally stuffed in a 10-kilogram TNT explosive pack.

As soon as the fire was ignited, more than a dozen explosive packs flew more than a hundred meters and hit the heads of the Japanese. As soon as they landed, all the Japanese within a radius of ten meters were blown into the sky.

"Hahaha, you're such a genius, this thing is great! How did you make it? Tell everyone about it when you get back!"

"This thing is called the conscienceless cannon. It's very powerful, but its accuracy is not very good."

"Hahaha, what a good name. We don't need to have any conscience when we fight the Japanese! It doesn't matter if we can't hit the target accurately. As long as the explosion radius is large, accuracy won't be a problem!"

Think about it, an error of ten meters and a radius of twenty meters, what does it matter?

A dozen explosive packs directly wiped out an entire battalion of Japanese soldiers. In desperation, Katayama had to give the order to stop the attack.

Katayama really couldn't understand it. It was fine if this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers had "anti-tank guns", and he could tolerate having dozens of heavy machine guns, but how come they also had such large-caliber cannons?

"Kill him!"

The Japanese artillery turned their guns and fired at the "unscrupulous cannon" position. The special forces had already run away after lighting the fire, leaving behind only the gasoline barrels.

But those gasoline barrels exploded, and it wouldn't be difficult to go back and ask the Japanese for a few more.

The battle fell into a stalemate again. It lasted from dawn to dusk, and both sides seemed tired and stopped fighting.

At midnight, on the Japanese territory, there was a team of one hundred Japanese soldiers, with their upper bodies naked, half of them holding Type 99 rifles, and their bodies were covered with cantaloupe grenades. They looked like the Japanese suicide squad.

"Dear warriors of the Empire, the spirit of Bushido will march with you to the battlefield of the Eighth Route Army!"

After Colonel Katayama finished speaking, he began to sing.

"Sakura, cherry blossoms, in the late spring March sky, there are no clouds and it is so clear..."

The song ends, "Let's go!"

This group of Japanese soldiers with "sanitary napkins" tied on their heads crawled stealthily towards the Dushan position.

"Qiusang, can we still return to our beautiful hometown?"

A Japanese soldier, who seemed to be homesick because of the Japanese folk song, asked his companion beside him while crawling.

"Harukami-kun, even if our bodies remain on the battlefield, our spirits will return home! Come on!"

The Japanese soldiers were clinging to the ground like wriggling poisonous insects. They were ready to use their Type 99 rifles and grenades to clear a path and buy time for the large force waiting in the wings to attack.

The Japanese thought that the night was the best cover, but they didn't expect that they were just sheep to be slaughtered in the special forces' night vision goggles.

Wang Meng pulled Li Yunlong out of the command post on the reverse slope in a servile manner.

"Captain, wake up quickly and I'll take you to see the show!"

Li Yunlong was sleeping so soundly that his saliva was flowing out.

"Don't be such a jerk, what's the point?"

"The Japs are coming!"

When Li Yunlong heard that there were Japanese devils, he became excited and ran towards the position while touching the mirror box.

When we arrived at the position, we were quiet and took out the telescope again. It was pitch dark and there was no one in sight.

"Damn it, you lied about military intelligence, where did the devil come from?"

Wang Meng gently pressed the night vision function of the telescope in Li Yunlong's hand.

"Look again?"

When Li Yunlong took a look, he was shocked to see hundreds of red shadows crawling on the ground.

"Captain Wang, this is great stuff. This thing can be used like this? Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Captain, you hide yourself like a treasure every day, afraid that I will see you. How can I have the chance to teach you?"

Li Yunlong smiled awkwardly. He had gotten this thing from Wang Meng by half-stealing and half-cheating. How could he dare to show off in front of Wang Meng? What if he was asked to take it back? It was better not to show off one's wealth!

"Alas, Old Li is so poor that he locks up any goodies he gets, fearing that someone might want to take advantage of them. How about letting the mortar take care of them?"

"Hey, no need, just watch!"

Wang Meng pressed Hou Zhen's intercom, and the special forces deployed one by one. Like shooting rabbits, they shot tracer bullets at the heads of the devils, killing them one by one.

The two Japanese soldiers who missed their hometown finally realized their dream and passed away.

The Japanese suicide squad found something wrong. It seemed that countless eyes were staring at them in the dark, but they knew nothing about it.

Fear suddenly took over and crushed their Bushido spirit to pieces. After the first person took the lead to run back, the second and the third followed.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers standing up, the special forces were delighted and the fighting became easier. In less than five minutes, there was no movement on the position.

They retreated after the battle, and the Japanese artillery shells were useless.

Colonel Katayama was so angry that he overturned the table in the command center. Although the Eighth Route Army was not easy to fight before, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult battle.

In less than a day, several tons of artillery shells were fired and more than 800 imperial warriors were lost, but the army did not advance even a single inch.

"Baga! We'll launch the general attack tomorrow morning!"

At dawn the next day, the Japanese artillerymen smashed all their assets into the Dushan position, and several anti-artillery holes collapsed.

"Warriors of the Empire, based on my understanding of the Eighth Route Army, they are at the end of their rope and have almost used up all their ammunition. All the troops, regardless of wave, kill them!"

This time, the Japanese infantry did not wait for the artillery fire to extend, but rushed up directly. The Japanese artillery fire stopped only when they were 50 meters away from the ridgeline position.

The observation post lurking on the flank informed the headquarters of the situation. Before the shelling could end, the soldiers of the independent regiment entered the position from the tunnel. This charge killed more than a dozen soldiers...