A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

The old Japanese soldier Sakata's face was filled with despair.

However, after being extremely scared, he calmed down instead.

"Pu Youjun, please stop trying to persuade us. Forget about breaking out. You know, we can't even get out of this tent now..."

"Nani?"

Uratomo Jiro was immediately shocked, and he walked out of the tent with some disbelief.

Above the sky, three drones were closely monitoring the tent.

Seeing someone walking out of the tent, a drone dropped a Triumph grenade.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, smoke filled the air, and mud and water flew everywhere.

"Pfft!"

Uratojiro, whose face was covered in mud and whose body was covered with wounds, was knocked down into the tent by the impact of the Triumph grenade.

"puff……"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was seriously injured in the explosion just now.

This was when the reconnaissance company of the spearhead regiment intentionally controlled the range of the explosion and had no intention of taking his life for the time being.

Otherwise, he would have died instantly from the explosion just now.

"Colonel, everything you said is actually true..."

With the ironclad facts before his eyes, Uratomo Jiro finally believed it.

At this moment, his expression was no different from that of the old Japanese devil Sakata, and was instantly filled with despair.

Sakata raised his head and looked at the tent above his head, his face full of regret.

"We got carried away. The victories we've seen over the past six months have made us forget the crisis. If we had known the Sharp Knife Regiment was coming, we would never have been able to set up this tent."

"No, if we had known the Blade Regiment was coming, we wouldn't even have come to Cangyun Ridge. It would have been better to run as far away as possible."

"Uratomo-kun, do you know that in last year's battle, even Brigadier Generals Nakamura and Maruyama were so frightened by the Sharp Sword Regiment that they didn't even dare to wear uniforms with military ranks. Their small planes chased them to the point of no return, leaving them helpless and as helpless as dogs..."

"puff--"

Uratomojiro spat out blood again.

"Colonel, so you knew from the beginning that we couldn't go back, right? Then why did you ask the First Infantry Battalion to come and reinforce us?"

The old devil Sakata nodded slightly, a wry smile appearing on his face.

"Yes, Urayasu-kun, from the moment we learned about the appearance of the Sharp Knife Group, we knew that we were finished."

"I understand that Zheng Kaixuan hasn't blown up the tent yet because he wants to kill our reinforcements, but I have no choice but to ask for help."

"If reinforcements had arrived, we might have had a chance to survive a little longer. If we hadn't asked for help, this tent would have been razed to the ground by now."

Nobuyuki Sakata sighed.

"Alas! From the beginning to the end, Zheng Kaixuan has been leading me by the nose, and I have been forced to step into the trap he dug for me in advance. I once boasted that I was a master of military strategy, but in front of him, I was like an unarmed child, toyed with in his hands."

"If Heaven gave birth to me, Sakata, why did it give birth to Zheng Kaixuan?"

Outside Cangyun Ridge, at a fork in the road.

A battalion of Japanese infantry rushed over in the heavy snow.

As they walked, the Japanese infantry squadron leader and deputy squadron leader kept complaining.

"The commander is really something. He led his main force to fight against the New 772st Regiment, an external unit of the th Brigade, while we are fighting against the nd Regiment, the main force of the th Brigade. I really can't understand why the commander asked for reinforcements to deal with a mere New st Regiment."

After passing the fork in the road and climbing over a hill, the Japanese infantry battalion arrived at the battlefield.

The moment they reached the hillside, all the devils figured it out in an instant.

The battle below was completely one-sided.

Hundreds of soldiers from the spearhead regiment moved in and out of the Sakata regiment's positions, unstoppable.

Thousands of soldiers from the New 1st Regiment were also advancing on the battlefield.

The entire Sakata Regiment's only remaining living space was a hill and a valley.

What surprised these Japanese soldiers the most was that on this battlefield, the artillery and infantry of the spearhead regiment had achieved perfect coordination.

Under normal circumstances, artillery fire strikes enemy positions before the infantry charges.

Once the infantry begins to charge and the two sides engage in a melee, the area of ​​the battle can no longer be bombarded.

The shells are blind and cannot distinguish between friend and foe.

But the spearhead group simply created a miracle!

While the two sides were engaged in a melee, the third battalion commander Yang Wanli commanded the Triumph mortar vehicle to achieve precise strikes on the Japanese on the battlefield!

The shells always exploded next to the Japanese, but the soldiers of the New 1st Regiment of the Sharp Knife Regiment, who were not too far away from the Japanese, were not affected at all.

Of course, this is mainly due to the effective command of Zheng Kaixuan and others and the strong coordination between various combat units.

"Zhang Dabiao, lead your troops forward 100 meters from the left side along the o'clock direction. Don't move even a meter more..."

"Shen Quan, tell the soldiers on the right to stay away from that big rock..."

With accurate data, real-time transmission, real-time reporting and analysis by the reconnaissance company's drone operators, and Zheng Kaixuan's efficient command, the soldiers strictly followed orders and obeyed them.

With these unparalleled advantages, perfect coordination is achieved between infantry and artillery.

At the same time, on two other hills not far from the battlefield, several Japanese soldiers appeared, staring blankly at the ground below, stunned with shock.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly and get back to work..."

Coincidentally, several Japanese reinforcement troops all began to retreat, no, to flee.

The battle below immediately scared them out of their wits.

This isn't a battle at all, it's simply a one-sided massacre of the Japanese...

After seeing the drones in the sky and the extremely powerful artillery firepower, all kinds of horrific legends about the Sharp Knife Regiment finally began to emerge in the minds of these Japanese reinforcements.

In the minds of many Japanese devils, the Sharp Knife Regiment is the devil from hell, and Zheng Kaixuan is the living King of Hell!

King Zheng is here. If I don’t run away, will I just wait here to die?

They have no time to care about the command center, the wing commander and the chief of staff.

However, it is easier said than done. Zheng Kaixuan spent a lot of time setting up a nest just to catch these bastards, so how could he let them run away like that?

On the mountain road outside, hundreds of soldiers from the Sharp Knife Regiment had quietly blocked the intersection, blocking their way of retreat.