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

Without taking a rest, Ichiro Katayama checked the body of Lieutenant Colonel Yoshino. He lifted the white cloth, revealing a fat, bloodless face.

"Yoshino-kun, it seems that the garrison has had it too easy! Don't worry, I will avenge you!"

Katayama waved his hand. Perhaps dying on the battlefield was the best ending for Yoshino, otherwise what awaited him would be seppuku.

Katayama's adjutant took out two caliber single bullets and handed them to Katayama Ichiro. The copper-colored bullets were particularly dazzling against the white gloves.

"Yoshi, two calibers of bullets."

Ichiro Katayama picked up the 5.8 caliber bullet and his expression froze.

"Send a telegram to General Yoshio Shinozuka. Perhaps I have found the prince's murderer!"

After receiving the telegram, Yoshio Shinozuka grasped it tightly in his hand and crumpled it into a ball.

"Leave for Anyang tomorrow!"

Yoshio Shinozuka mobilized more than 3,000 loyal and patriotic soldiers from Anyang and joined forces with the Katayama Regiment, preparing to attack Linzhou the next day.

Early the next morning, Huang Jinbiao, commander of the Loyal and Patriotic Army, looked at the rows of dead bodies of Japanese soldiers. His calves were cramped. They couldn't even defeat the well-trained Japanese soldiers. How could they rely on this group of national salvation army "reorganized" from the local security corps?

"Colonel Katayama, our Loyal National Salvation Army is willing to sacrifice our lives for the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, but we have always been responsible for logistics and security. We are good at robbing civilians, but we still lack experience in positional warfare!"

As soon as Ichiro Katayama saw Huang Jinbiao with a mole on his mouth, he knew that this guy must be a coward.

"Brigade Commander Huang, you don't have to shoot, just go dig trenches for our empire's warriors!"

How could Huang Jinbiao, a veteran, believe Katayama Ichiro's lies? He immediately shook his head.

"Colonel Katayama, let's get you a few hundred civilians and make sure we build your trenches straight and deep."

"Baga, Brigade Commander Huang, are you planning to disobey military orders?"

Huang Jinbiao looked at the murderous intent in Colonel Katayama's eyes, shrank his head, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Ichiro Oikata sits on the armored vehicle, half of his body exposed, and sets off!

The cannon fodder Loyalty and National Salvation Army led the way, followed by the Katayama Regiment, and a group of more than 6,000 people marched towards Linzhou.

Ten miles away from the Huan River, Colonel Katayama ordered Huang Jinbiao to lead the Loyal and Patriotic Army to build a position east of the Huan River.

Huang Jinbiao clasped his hands together and bowed towards the four directions of east, south, west and north.

"Buddha Tathagata, all the gods, please protect me and keep me safe. If I can come back safe and sound, I will definitely eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures."

Huang Jinbiao made a wrong calculation. Since he has become a running dog of the Japanese devils, the gods of our China naturally cannot interfere in your affairs.

Huang Jinbiao slowly moved from ten miles to six miles. He was safe and sound along the way. He became bolder and straightened his bent back.

"Humph, it seems that the Tubalu are just bluffing. Brothers, work harder. When we are done, I will treat you all to a meal!"

The ignorant Loyal and Patriotic Army was like a possessed person, forgetting the tragic deaths of the Japanese soldiers they had just witnessed in the morning.

The artillery scout who was lurking a mile away from the road saw Huang Jinrong gradually entering the range of the 105 howitzer through the telescope, and his mouth widened again.

"Hehe, when they are all within range, the captain will have to make dumplings for me!"

Huang Jinbiao rushed all the way as if he was in an empty space, until the last puppet soldier of the Loyal and Patriotic Army stepped into the range of the 105mm howitzer.

24 howitzers fired at the same time, and bullets weighing dozens of kilograms hit the ranks of the Loyal and Patriotic Army.

The chickens and dogs collapsed instantly and ran all over the road, but the shells seemed to have eyes and followed them.

Huang Jinbiao didn't care about that damn Colonel Katayama at all, he just stuck his butt out and walked back.

Ichiro Katayama looked at the embarrassed Huang Jinbiao and waved his hand. The military police raised his Type 38 rifle and a bullet pierced Huang Jinbiao's head full of faith.

"Call the aviation force, find the enemy's artillery position and destroy it!"

At the Japanese air force airport in Taiyuan, three planes took off quickly and flew south.

The underground party near Taiyuan immediately passed the information to the headquarters through a secret radio station, and then delivered it to Li Yunlong and Wang Meng.

"Captain Wang, the Japanese planes are coming. It looks like they are heading for our artillery. Let's hide first!"

Wang Chengzhu ordered the soldiers to put away the 24 howitzers, hang them on the back of a tractor, cover them with camouflage nets, insert camouflaged branches, and pull them into the woods.

"Hehe, then let's test the training results of the anti-aircraft artillery company!"

The three Japanese fighter planes arrived as scheduled, flew to the Huanhe position with their tails wagging and strafed twice. Finding no results, they began to search for the Eighth Route Army's artillery positions.

The Katayama Regiment took advantage of the fact that the Eighth Route Army's howitzers were hidden and quickly maneuvered to the west of the Huan River and began to build positions.

The three planes found an open area in the middle of the dense forest, which was an excellent artillery position. So one plane dived down and seemed to see a long black tube.

"idiot!"

The Japanese pilot pulled the rudder hard, but it was too late. The four 37mm anti-aircraft guns each emptied their six-round magazines, and 24 high-explosive warheads directly penetrated the fuel tank of the Japanese fighter, turning it into a raging fire.

The remaining two fighter planes looked at their brother who had turned into flames and were so scared that they broke out in cold sweats. If they had been the ones who had just dived down, they would probably have had the same fate.

"Baga, when did the Eighth Route Army get equipped with anti-aircraft guns? They look very advanced!"

The two Japanese planes dropped several aerial bombs from high in the sky, and then completed the mission of the air force and flew back to Taiyuan City.

The soldiers of the independent regiment immediately cheered when they saw the Japanese plane being shot down.

Taking advantage of the cover of aircraft, the Japanese had built positions west of the Huan River and began to attack the Huan River positions with Type 92 infantry guns.

Because of concerns that the Japanese planes would make a comeback, the artillery battalion's howitzer company did not deploy immediately.

They could only rely on the 37mm anti-tank guns on the position to directly attack the Japanese fortifications.

Ichiro Katayama observed the terrain through the gun scope of the command center. There was only one way to break through the Eighth Route Army's blockade, which was the stone bridge over the Huan River in front of him.

Originally, Ichiro Katayama was planning to send people to swim across the river, but when he saw the flattened riverbed, he realized that the Eighth Route Army had already deployed machine guns and even landmines on the riverside.

"Orders: The artillery will continue to bombard the enemy fortifications, and the tank squadron and the 1st Infantry Battalion will storm the Huanhe Bridge!"

Five medium tanks and two light tanks formed a long line and marched towards the Huanhe Stone Bridge.

The artillery battalion's 37mm anti-tank guns, under the attack of the 92 infantry guns and the Japanese tanks, forced their way out. Three anti-tank guns fired at the same time, and one shot hit the leading Japanese tank.

The remaining second tank pushed the wreckage of the first tank and continued to advance forward!

“Blow up the bridge!”

The soldiers of the first battalion pressed the ignition device hard, but the Huanhe Bridge did not respond at all...