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

When the fighting in Northeast China was raging, Chang Guangzhou could not bear to see the Independent Column enjoying its glory, so he ordered the expeditionary force in the country to immediately prepare to cross the Nujiang River and launch an offensive towards western Yunnan.

After Yu Xiaoqing on the east bank of the Nujiang River received the order, he was overwhelmed by a sense of mission that no one else could do better than him. With high spirits, he decided to launch a surprise attack on the west bank of the Nujiang River when the fog was thick on September 9.

They originally thought that they would have to wait for a few days for the heavy fog to come, but they were lucky. At five o'clock in the morning on September 9, Yu Xiaoqing, standing on the east bank of the Nujiang River where it was pitch dark, gave the order to attack.

The elite members of the special forces battalion, carrying the American equipment assigned to them, paddled in rubber boats and attacked towards the west bank of the Nujiang River under the cover of thick fog.

Everything went smoothly. The vanguard had successfully landed the rubber boat and began to move towards the enemy's first line.

However, the unlucky guy from the special forces battalion stepped on a landmine, and not only was he blown to pieces, but he also successfully let the sleeping Japanese soldiers discover the enemy attack.

The first line of defense's direct-fire weapons, heavy machine guns, light machine guns, rifles, anti-tank guns, and infantry guns fired wildly into the thick fog.

The soldiers of the special forces battalion also frantically pulled the triggers in front of them.

Neither side seemed able to determine the other's position and could only attack the fog as if possessed.

But it is obvious that the Japanese attack was more efficient. Their calibrated shooting element allowed them to send metal jets to the desired location without any effort.

The special forces battalion in the thick fog was even troubled by not being able to tell the directions.

So this was a one-sided massacre.

The thick fog dissipated, and Yu Xiaoqing tremblingly held up the telescope and looked at the Tan mudflats littered with corpses. A special forces battalion plus half a regiment, with only a few hundred people, broke through the first line of defense and hid in Daheng Mountain.

"Bombard! Bombard! Keep pushing!"

Deputy Division Commander Tang Ji originally wanted to dissuade him from wasting artillery shells, but seeing that Yu Xiaoqing had already made up his mind, he gave him face.

A howitzer battalion fired crazily at the Japanese's first line of defense, while the remaining half of the regiment of soldiers resolutely boarded the rubber boats and began to row towards the other side regardless of their own safety.

Their ending was simple, either they were killed by the Japanese artillery shells and bullets, or they retreated and were killed by the supervision team!

The howitzers of this battalion are completely ineffective. Takeuchi Renzan has hollowed out the mountain, and it is filled with reinforced concrete. Unless a gunner goes out and steps on dog shit and shoots a shell directly into the firing hole, it will be of little use.

Moreover, at this time, the Japanese soldiers on the first line of defense may have only left a small number of troops to shoot at the troops in the middle of the river, and the main force had already moved to the second line of defense through the gasoline barrel channel.

Sure enough, when the artillery fire stopped, the soldiers of this half regiment came ashore and were about to step onto the mudflats that had been plowed by artillery fire, but they were once again shot through the chest by bullets.

This half regiment of soldiers had no place to retreat and could only crowd onto the mudflats and charge headlong up the mountain.

Yu Xiaoqing looked at the soldiers falling down in rows on the mudflats on the opposite bank. He felt a sinking feeling in his heart, then a sweet sensation in his throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground.

He Shuguang immediately carried Yu Xiaoqing to the jeep and took him back to the military camp. The half-day attack ended in failure after suffering the casualties of an entire regiment.

After the 20th Army's Huo Kuizhang learned that the river crossing had failed, he had no choice but to report the battle situation and request the M Air Force to launch a saturation attack on the Nantianmen position.

But the M Army is now stuck in a quagmire, fighting a life-and-death battle with the Japanese on the Burma Road, so it has no time to pay attention to you.

On the one hand, the war in the Northeast was winning victory after victory, but on the other hand, Chang Guangzhou was unable to even cross the Nujiang River, and he felt hopeless.

"I have always thought that the reason for the repeated retreat was that the weapons and equipment were inferior to those of the independent column. Now it seems that this is not the case. The 20th Army has obtained a batch of American equipment, and the troops that forced the crossing first were all equipped with American equipment. Why couldn't they win?"

Chen Bulei was unable to answer this question either. After all, the outcome of a battle was intricately related to the officers' command, the soldiers' quality, and their fighting will. It was not just one factor that could determine success or failure.

"Sir, can we ask the troops of the independent column to join the battle? Didn't Chief of Staff Wang Meng say last time that there is an elite force that can open up the Nujiang River?"

How could Chang Guangzhou forget, but he is still struggling with it.

Stalin's stage was Berlin, and he was prepared to use the mustache as a punching bag and give it a good beating to shut up those who tried to attack him.

Roosevelt's stage was southern Myanmar. Although it was struggling and showing signs of decline, it was still a country that carried the entire Southeast Asia.

Not to mention Churchill, he was just a bystander.

The independent column's stage was in the Northeast. With an army of more than 300,000 men, they swept through like fallen leaves in the autumn wind and occupied one-third of the target in just a few days.

His stage was in western Yunnan, but he was blocked at the stage entrance and was not allowed to perform?

Forget it, it’s better to let the independent column show off its skills than not have any performance myself, right?

"Send a telegram to the independent column, ordering them to capture Nantianmen and cover the 20th and 11th Army Groups in crossing the Nujiang River!"

After receiving the information, Wang Meng smiled slightly. All this was in his plan, so he called Li Yunlong who was taking care of the baby.

"Old Li, how are you doing as a nanny?"

"Oh my God, are we going to have a war? Let me go to the battlefield quickly. These two little ancestors are more powerful than thousands of troops!"

"Haha, you wish! As usual, you are on night shift, so you can take a rest in the duty room. By the way, Chang Guangzhou has spoken, so shall we proceed according to the plan?"

"You decide. The two little guys are causing trouble again. I'll go take a look!"

Wang Meng listened to the baby crying on the other end and quickly hung up the phone.

After calling Li Yunlong, Wang Meng sent a telegram to Chu Yunfei, asking him to issue an attack order to the commando team based on the specific situation at the scene, and to ensure that the three mountain divisions would go first.

Chu Yunfei was rubbing his hands in anticipation, finally getting the chance to have a good fight this time.

August 1944, 8 was still a good day. There was still thick fog over the Nujiang River that morning. After yesterday's surprise attack, the Japanese began to launch attacks on the shore from time to time and re-laid mines overnight.

Dong Dao led a 100-man commando team, equipped with weapons and equipment and three days of dry food, and paddled in a rubber boat towards the west bank of the Nujiang River.

Yu Xiaoqing climbed up from the hospital bed and sneered. He thought the independent column had some clever tricks, but now it seemed like nothing special.

But he vaguely discovered that the target of these dozen rubber boats was not directly towards the Japanese's first line of defense, but slightly to the south.

Dong Dao approached the shore and blew two "cuckoo" sounds towards the forest.

A man with a bandolier wrapped around his body and holding a general-purpose machine gun came out and said:

"Follow me!"

What? Armed Taoist Priest?