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

The three battalion commanders competed with each other and agreed to only bring two infantry companies plus one infantry artillery company, carrying four 75mm light infantry guns.

In order to launch a surprise attack and prevent rapid reinforcements from the Japanese in other strongholds, at nightfall, the three battalions used mules and horses to drag infantry artillery and set off towards their respective positions.

At around four or five in the morning, Zhang Dabiao's battalion had arrived at the woods 500 meters in front of Huangzhuang.

"Extinguish the torches and build artillery positions!"

While Zhang Dabiao's battalion was engaged in large-scale construction, a puppet soldier who was dozing off on the roof of a gun tower seemed to see rustling figures in the woods in the dim light.

The clairvoyant poked the snoring monitor.

"Squad leader, there seems to be someone in the woods, could it be the Eighth Route Army?"

The squad leader sat up with a bang, looked left and right, and found himself sitting on the top of the artillery tower, so he became bolder.

"Fuck it, there are more than a hundred brothers in our stronghold, and there are dozens of imperial troops. Do the Eighth Route Army dare to come over? I'm standing here and letting them hit me. They don't dare! Are you exhausted from hiding in the woods with that little widow? Don't disturb my sleep!"

After saying that, he covered his face with his wide-brimmed hat and fell asleep leaning against the wall.

The clairvoyant rubbed his eyes, looked again, and saw that there was indeed a figure, so he was about to speak again.

But when I thought about getting beaten by the Japanese if I lied about military intelligence, I decided to give up.

The fiery red sun rose from the east, and the Japanese soldiers got up from their beds according to regulations and began to train and wash.

Zhang Dabiao looked through the telescope at the Japanese soldiers singing and eating breakfast and he became furious.

"Artillery, artillery, watch carefully, don't blow up the Japanese's dining table, we brothers are all hungry!"

"Okay, let's attack their artillery tower first!"

When the agreed time was almost up, Zhang Dabiao raised his hand and fired a red flare.

When the clairvoyant who was still on the city gate tower saw the flare with its tail dragged, he felt panic in his heart, as if he saw his grandmother.

"Squad leader, squad leader, it's really the Eighth Route Army, they've fired flares!"

The puppet army squad leader climbed up from the corner of the wall, looked at the flare that had not yet fallen, a flash of panic passed through his mind, and then he laughed contemptuously.

"Humph, the Tubalu are just pretending to be a pig with a green onion stuck in its nose! How dare you attack the artillery tower with just those few broken guns? Aren't you trying to gain military merit for us? Let our brothers..."

Before the puppet army squad leader finished his words, he saw black artillery shells coming towards him. He was now certain that the Eighth Route Army was indeed coming to attack the artillery tower, and that they had heavy weapons, but it was too late.

Zhang Dabiao's four 75mm infantry guns aimed at the gun tower, barracks, and training ground respectively, firing three rapid shots.

The Japanese's artillery tower, along with the clairvoyant and the puppet army squad leader, had already flown into the sky, leaving only half of the tower stuck on the ground.

The Japanese squad leader looked at the half-broken artillery tower with a look of fear. The Eighth Route Army actually had cannons, and more than one.

"Baga, organize the troops to counterattack, and immediately contact the strongholds of Xicangzhuang and Zhongbao Village for support!"

The puppet army company commander Chang Wei ran to the phone and started shaking it without even having time to put on his pants.

"Hello, hello, I'm Huang Zhuang, I'm Huang Zhuang!"

But no matter how Chang Wei shouted, there was no response from the other end of the phone.

Chang Wei bent over and rushed out of the door. When he saw black smoke coming out from the direction of Xicang and Zhongbao Village, he knew something was wrong and quickly dropped the phone.

"Taijun, the Xicang stronghold and Zhongbao Village stronghold have also been attacked. It looks like the main force of the Eighth Route Army, with heavy artillery. It looks like there are at least three to four thousand people. Let's retreat first!"

"Baga, don't run away, get into position immediately! Organize mortars and grenade launchers!"

Chang Wei was forced to do nothing. He sighed, stamped his feet, ran to a safe place and hid. He became a puppet soldier because he was afraid of death. He was still fighting for his life as a puppet soldier? Dream on!

Seeing that the company commanders were hiding in the tunnels and firing into the air, these clever and resourceful puppet soldiers followed suit, not showing their heads, and pulling the triggers randomly towards the outside.

The Japanese were well-trained and quickly calmed down from the panic and began to set up mortars and grenade launchers to fight back.

"Kill him!"

The Japanese mortars fired two rounds, killing seven or eight Eighth Route Army soldiers, and were immediately located by the first battalion's artillery company.

The mortar was as useless as paper in front of the 75mm infantry gun, and one round of artillery fire turned it all into scrap metal.

Without the threat of grenade launchers and mortars, Zhang Dabiao prepared to start the infantry charge as planned.

"The mortars blew up the barbed wire first, then extended the bombardment!"

The well-trained company's infantry guns and mortars fired a volley, directly blasting open an open area.

The first battalion, without the barbed wire blocking it, with the support of artillery, rushed into the trench a hundred meters in front of the artillery tower like a tiger descending from the mountain, encountering almost no resistance.

In order to prevent the shells from falling on their own heads, the 75mm infantry gun also stopped firing.

The 50mm light mortars had already followed the infantry into the trenches.

The Japanese Type 92 heavy machine guns and light machine guns began to spew flames, causing certain casualties to the first battalion.

"Mortar, destroy the heavy machine gun for me!"

"Yes!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After a calibration shot, a few crisp sounds of mortar firing directly blew the Japanese heavy machine gun position into the sky.

Without the threat of machine guns, the squad leader, armed with an MP40 submachine gun, formed a fire network and fired forward along the tunnel.

In front of the submachine gun, the enemy's Type 38 rifle is nothing but a white one. The Type 38 rifle is still pulling the bolt, and a dozen bullets will directly make you into a sieve. Do you still want to fight back?

The soldiers of the first battalion cleared the way with submachine guns and hand grenades, and they crushed the thirty or so Japanese soldiers along the way like slaughtering pigs, sending them to meet their grandmothers.

"Report to the battalion commander, the Japs have been completely wiped out!"

The blade of the big knife behind Zhang Dabiao hasn't been pulled out yet, and this is the end? Not fun!

"Is that all? Go look again to see if there's anyone still breathing!"

A gunshot rang out from a tunnel at the very end.

Chang Wei knocked the hat of a puppet soldier off with a slap.

"Fuck you, fire now!"

Zhang Dabiao seemed to have heard the charge and rushed over with a submachine gun in hand. As soon as he turned the corner, he saw dozens of legs scraping on the ground and quickly shrank back.

Zhang Dabiao winked, took a few large German bullets from the soldier behind him, pulled the string, paused for three seconds, and threw them in.

"boom!"

There was a huge explosion, and broken limbs flew out of the tunnel.

Zhang Dabiao held his gun, stood in front of the tunnel, and fired rapidly, emptying the magazine.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, we are all Chinese, we surrender!"

Zhang Dabiao stared at Chang Wei, whose face was blackened by the explosion, with vicious eyes. Compared with the Japanese devils, these dog traitors were more hateful, helping the Japanese devils to bully the people, rape and plunder!

"Aye, did you see any prisoners?"

"No, no, all the enemies on the position have been wiped out!"

"Da da da!"