Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

Following Zhang Ling's order.

At this time, only a burst of intensive firepower was heard from the position.

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Da da da……

Rumble…

It was also the first time that the Japanese felt the feeling of being taught a lesson by the powerful firepower of the Eighth Route Army.

The two Japanese regiments consisted of nearly 1 people.

Half of them were killed or wounded within half an hour of the battle starting.

The remaining half were completely frightened by the powerful firepower of the 772nd Independent Regiment and lost their combat effectiveness.

Now Commander Zhou in the city was also dumbfounded.

With such powerful firepower, you don't need your own support.

Based on the firepower configuration of the 127th Division, if they ran out to provide support.

I’m afraid that the 772nd Independent Regiment will laugh at me.

Hey, it would be great if the 772nd Independent Regiment was part of our own division.

However, this is not possible.

All over the battlefield, there were flickering flames.

Wherever the flames reached, Japanese soldiers fell down.

There were still a large number of artillery shells falling from the sky towards the positions.

Wherever they went, there were deafening explosions.

The entire position was almost flattened.

In Zhang Ling's mind, there was a constant and mechanical voice reminding him to earn points.

After one hour.

There was not a single living Japanese soldier on the entire battlefield.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were trapped in an encirclement and beaten by the Eighth Route Army when they retreated.

Therefore, these two elite squadrons are basically at the end of their rope.

Soon, Zhang Ling ordered the 772 Independent Regiment to quickly close the front line.

Today, there are probably less than 2000 Japanese devils left.

And they are all stray dogs.

Just continue to close the encirclement.

All that remains is a matter of time.

At this time, the sound of machine gun fire continued to be heard from the position.

With the improvement of the firepower configuration of the 772 Independent Regiment.

The soldiers of the independent regiment basically defeated the Japanese without any casualties.

No, you can't say that.

Because from the start of the battle to now, almost 8000 Japanese soldiers have died.

However, not a single soldier of the 772nd Independent Regiment died.

But two were injured.

One of them accidentally twisted his foot because he ran too fast.

Such terrifying firepower output finally made the Eighth Route Army understand what dimensionality reduction attack means.

Finally, at about 9 o'clock in the evening.

Captain Bichuan, whose arm was broken, led the remaining Japanese army of less than 200 people.

All were trapped on a hillside.

At this time, the captain of the Bichuan regiment also said to the telegraph soldier: "Send a telegram to the commander immediately."

"For example, the combat effectiveness of the 772nd Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army has exceeded all of our cognition."

"If we want to take over the entire northwest of Shanxi, we must eliminate the 772nd Independent Regiment."

"Otherwise, no one can be their opponent. Commander, please concentrate all your efforts on one place."

"Destroy all the 772nd Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army."

"By the way, tell the Commander that the 772nd Independent Regiment has a lot of cannons and advanced light and heavy weapons."

"And their shells are free. They fire them even more wastefully than the Europeans."

"Our two elite squadrons only lasted five hours before they were completely wiped out."

"I'm sorry to His Majesty the Licking Emperor. I will be loyal to him!"

After Captain Bichuan finished speaking, he took out his weapon and fired a shot at the Eighth Route Army soldiers at the bottom of the hill.

"Fight! To be loyal to His Majesty, we must fight the Eighth Route Army!"

The fighting spirit of more than 100 Japanese devils was also low.

Even if they were encouraged, they actually didn't have much fighting power.

After all, this thing, to put it bluntly, is no matter how great you brag about it.

But it is impossible to give you much combat support.

If you don't have the combat power to support you, then it would be a pipe dream for you to defeat your opponent.

However, this is a good thing for Zhang Ling.

Since these remaining Japanese devils want to fight to the death.

Then he can use it to practice.

Just at this moment, Monk Wei, who was in high spirits killing the Japanese, ran over.

"Captain, can you give me a chance?"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ling raised his eyebrows.

As his bodyguard, Wei Dayong was taken on the mission directly by Zhang Ling.

What opportunity do you want at this time?

Wei Dayong pointed at the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side and said, "I saw it when we were fighting just now."

"The damn commander of the opposing brigade is Bichuan, who escorted us out of the prisoner-of-war camp before."

"This bastard used many of my comrades to practice bayonet skills. I can't let him go."

"I will chop off his head myself."

When Zhang Ling heard this, he immediately picked up the telescope and looked at the situation on the hillside.

Although it was dark, I still got a rough idea of ​​what was going on through the telescope with the help of the firelight.

Bichuan was commanding the remaining Japanese soldiers to fight.

However, since Wei Dayong said so.

Zhang Ling also nodded: "Wei Dayong, I'm optimistic about you."

"If I give you a company, do you dare to charge?"

"Dare!" Wei Dayong rolled up his sleeves, his face full of excitement.

Zhang Ling immediately asked him to lead the soldiers of the 3st Company of the 1rd Battalion to rush up the hillside from the flank.

The morale of the Japanese is already low.

In terms of weapons and equipment, it is not as good as the 772nd Independent Regiment.

There is also Monk Wei’s national hatred and family feud.

Naturally, they are no match for him.

Therefore, soon, Monk Wei led the soldiers of the 1st Company and rushed up the hillside.

At the same time, Zhang Ling also surrounded them with the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

Only when he reached the hillside could Zhang Ling see clearly.

It turned out that there were only about 50 Japanese soldiers left fighting around Bichuan.

Some of these Japanese soldiers couldn't bear the pressure and knelt on the ground with their hands raised in surrender.

Zhang Ling took a look and said directly: "Capture the surrendered Japanese first."

"It will be very useful later."

"Yes!"

A group of soldiers confiscated the guns of the surrendered Japanese soldiers and arrested them.

Then, only Bichuan and five Japanese soldiers had not surrendered.

Zhang Ling also looked at Bichuan, and then at the five Japanese devils.

He looked at Wei Dayong: "Solve it yourself?"

Wei Dayong immediately opened fire at the five Japanese soldiers.

The Type 95 automatic rifle can be used at such a close distance, coupled with the simple bulletproof vests of this era.

That's basically a matter of both sides getting ripped off.

Soon, the last five Japanese soldiers around Bichuan were also killed.

Bichuan looked at the scene in front of him and knew that he was going to die.

Wei Dayong also said angrily: "Damn Bichuan, do you still remember me?"

Seeing Wei Dayong like this, Bichuan shook his head: "Your Excellency is?"

"I am a member of the Central Army that was captured by you at Xinkou."

"You son of a bitch, not only did you not abide by the Geneva Convention, you actually used my comrades to practice bayonet skills for your soldiers."

"Bichuan, I fuck you!"

After Wei Dayong finished speaking, he went up and kicked Bichuan hard to the ground.

Bichuan was also grimacing in pain because his arm was broken.

But Wei Dayong didn't care about these.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with anger, and the person in front of him was his enemy.