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

Seeing that he was being beaten by the tanks of the independent column, Yamaji Hideo was so angry that he gave a stupid order.

"Order all tanks to launch an attack on the Lion Bridge position, the transmission artillery team to attack the enemy tanks, and all artillery of the Third Mobile Artillery Regiment to provide fire coverage to the Lion Bridge at all costs!"

The Lion Bridge position was once again engulfed in flames, and at this time the Fourth Army's Artillery Division and the Eighth Army's Artillery Brigade were trying their best to stop the 110th Division at Erlang Temple and were unable to do anything else.

Li Jiayu was extremely anxious as he looked at the intelligence transmitted by various divisions and brigades.

"How is the 124th Infantry Brigade doing? Can we temporarily withdraw the artillery division and artillery brigade to support the 123rd Armored Division?"

"It's a tough fight. They don't have tanks or combat vehicles. Their biggest advantage is their artillery. If the artillery is withdrawn, I'm afraid the Erlang Temple position will be in danger!"

"Then we can only place our hopes on the Liangshan Special Forces!"

At this time, in Kangwang Village, ten miles away from Luoyang, a combat team of more than ten people wearing camouflage uniforms appeared in the grass nearby.

The team was led by Duan Peng, captain of the Liangshan Special Operations Team of the Independent Column.

"Captain, the coordinates have all been transmitted back to the Third Army Artillery Division. Once we have completely evacuated, we can use the rocket artillery regiment to cover their headquarters with artillery fire!"

"Haha, this Hayashi Yoshitaro is too cunning. He set up his headquarters outside the range of our howitzers, but he certainly didn't expect that the range of our rocket launchers is 20 kilometers!

Also, send the coordinates to the headquarters immediately, and see if the aviation division wants to get involved!"

"That's right. This old devil is very cunning and has three burrows. He changes places from time to time. If we hadn't followed him closely today, he would have really gotten away!"

"Have each team immediately place bombs in key locations and retreat to a safe area in half an hour."

After Duan Peng finished speaking, he flashed into the darkness, and then dozens of dark shadows appeared outside a heavily guarded tent.

Duan Peng and others used a specially made black dagger to cut the neck of the Japanese sentry, and then rushed into the tent, pointing their silenced pistols at the forehead of the stunned Lin Fangtaro and the remaining radio operator.

"Hayashi Yoshitaro? You're hiding really well. In order not to expose your position, you even brought a radio operator with you?"

As Hayashi Yoshitaro listened to the translated words, his expression gradually changed from surprise to fierceness.

"What's your name? Why don't you sit down and have a chat?"

It was obvious that Hayashi Yoshitaro wanted to delay time and let the patrolling Japanese soldiers discover the abnormality of the tent, so that he might have a chance to survive.

Because, although there are only a few people in front of them, they can reach this location without making any noise and break into the tent. How can they be ordinary people?

The murderous intent is too strong!

"Chat? Chat about your grandma's legs!"

Duan Peng rushed forward and cut Lin Fangtaro's throat before he could react.

The remaining radio operator had a look of horror on his face, and then he also rushed over, but he was undoubtedly like a moth flying into a flame, seeking his own destruction, and soon turned into a cold corpse.

"Find the code book and report the coordinates of the main force of the Japanese to their field artillery regiment!"

These soldiers all knew how to send messages and speak Japanese. After finding the code book and frequency on the table, they immediately sent a message to the 110th Field Artillery Regiment.

"Because the 124th Infantry Brigade of the th Army of the th Army of the Independent Column has begun a counterattack from the Erlang Temple position, orders are given to immediately fire at our positions south of Erlang Temple and clear all ammunition! Execute immediately!"

After issuing the order, the soldier put the code book into his pocket and smashed the radio to pieces. Duan Peng also cut off Lin Fangtaro's shoulder straps with general stars and immediately withdrew from the tent.

As luck would have it, as soon as I walked out of the tent, I saw a squad of Japanese soldiers patrolling twenty meters away.

"Baga! What kind of work is this!"

"Our own people! Our own people!"

The Japanese soldier poked his head in confusion and walked over with a rifle in hand.

But when they got closer, they realized that they were not our own people at all. They were clearly soldiers from the independent column!

"idiot!"

Before the Japanese soldiers could pull the bolts of their rifles, tongues of fire spit out from the rifles of Duan Peng and others, directly hitting the dozen or so Japanese soldiers.

"withdraw!"

Duan Peng and others fought and retreated, and just as the Japanese army began to gather towards them, meteors hit Kangwang Village.

The soldiers of the Liangshan Special Forces ran away. The "Chang'e" rocket launcher was powerful, but its accuracy was still a bit lacking. If they were hit by a rocket, it would not be a problem that could be solved by just wrapping a bandage around it.

At this time, the bombers of the aviation division also came towards the light. There were no civilians or troops of the independent column within a ten-mile radius of this place. The bombers of the aviation division had no scruples and poured aerial bombs on the head of Hayashi Yoshitaro's headquarters.

The Japanese infantry regiment that was attacking Erlang Temple was fighting fiercely and making good progress. They were only one step away from the position of the independent column and victory was in sight.

Just when they were about to report the good news to Hayashi Yoshitaro, suddenly there were sharp whistling sounds from the sky, which sounded like they were coming from their own artillery positions.

"Yo, these guys from the Field Artillery Regiment can finally do something useful!"

But no one expected that these shells would land accurately on the heads of the Japanese infantry regiment, one after another, without any sense of misfire!

The Japanese infantry regiment that attacked Erlang Temple never imagined that they had to guard against both the artillery of the independent column and their own artillery shells.

Moreover, judging by the firing rate and density, it looks like it's some irreconcilable hatred, the hatred for the murder of one's father, or the hatred for the theft of one's wife?

This inexplicable shelling wiped out all the artillery shells of the 110th Field Artillery Regiment and almost half of the troops of the Infantry Regiment.

At this time, the artillery regiment and armored infantry regiment of the 3rd Armored Division, which had already repelled the 123rd Tank Division, quickly supported the Erlangmiao position.

The 124th Infantry Brigade and the 123rd Armored Division Armored Infantry Regiment at the Erlang Mountain position counterattacked the 110th Division from the front and flank respectively.

The command system of the 110th Division had been paralyzed by Duan Peng's Liangshan Special Forces. The leaderless Japanese soldiers began to flee on a large scale under the "persuasion" of artillery fire and bullets.

The Armored Infantry Regiment of the 123rd Armored Division drove armored vehicles and chased the Japanese devils fiercely, driving them directly into the Yellow River to feed the fish.

At this time, Nakaike Sanfu, the commander of the 1st Division that attacked Dianzhuang north of Luoyang, began to doubt his life.

Without the independent column's aircraft support and heavy artillery support, they were still unable to break through the position of a mere armored division!

Nakaike Sanfu raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The hour hand was pointing to five o'clock.