Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Chapter 422 Killing in the Dark

Boom boom boom!

Da da da!

A bright moon hung in the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield as if it were daytime. The independent regiment's attack began...

Ichiro Kawai, a Japanese soldier from Kumamoto, was lying in a trench praying for the protection of Amaterasu. There were more than 20 Japanese soldiers like him around him. They were from Kumamoto, Kagoshima, Miyazaki...

The Japanese came to a place where they shouldn't have been, so they had to be prepared to die.

Boom boom!

Two large-caliber grenades exploded dozens of meters away from Kawai Ichiro. The power generated by the explosion instantly destroyed more than twenty Japanese devils.

Ichiro Kawai was still alive, and the protection of Aunt Amaterasu might be of some use, but he was injured, with half of his face covered in blood and one of his shoulders blown to pieces.

He suddenly felt a little regretful at this moment. His injuries were now beyond saving even in the hands of their skilled medical staff. He might as well not pray and die early to avoid enduring such great pain.

"what!"

"Bakayalu, my eyes!"

Ichiro Kawai's howls sounded like punishment from hell, making the aunties floating in the sky disgusted and move away from him.

Ichiro Kawai rolled over on the ground in pain, covering his eyes with one hand. The pain that went deep into his bones made him regret living in this world.

Unfortunately, he cannot die for the time being. How can he be worthy of the Chinese people who died at their hands without enduring great pain?

"Bakayarū, Mom, I shouldn't have come to China!"

A few minutes later, Ichiro Kawai died with his last murmur. There were many similar situations on the battlefield. How could the artillery battalion's heavy artillery possibly joke with the Japs?

The artillery battalion at this time was not afraid of the Japanese artillery fire. Their Katyushas were always ready. Once the Japanese artillery shelled, a large number of grenades would soon be in place.

The 106th Division without its artillery group was no different from a tiger with its teeth pulled out, so the German heavy artillery of the artillery battalion opened fire at almost full power and did not care about the artillery shell reserves at all.

Inside the Japanese command center, Matsuura was cursing, he was cursing the independent regiment.

"Bakayaro, these despicable guys from the Independent Regiment have no respect for the spirit of Bushido. Don't their artillery shells cost money?"

"Bakayaro, aren't they afraid of the Empire's retaliation..."

The independent regiment's artillery fire completely made Matsuura lose control, his speech was obviously confused, and after a while he gave the order:

"Tanaka-kun, Nagaichi-kun, Kijima-kun, the Independent Regiment lacks the spirit of Bushido. You must hold your position and deploy field artillery and heavy artillery when necessary!"

The Japanese army's field artillery of an entire division was destroyed by the special forces. At this time, there were only about twenty field artillery pieces and five heavy artillery pieces left in the 106th Division, which were not enough to fill the gaps in the artillery battalion.

You have to know that each battalion of the independent regiment is equipped with 107 rocket launchers, plus the Katyusha of the artillery battalion. If the Japanese dare to take action, they will almost be destroyed.

Gu Changfeng didn't care whether the Japanese dispersed their artillery fire or not. He had already given orders that if the Japanese field artillery dared to attack, they would be taken down directly without giving them any chance.

Inside the independent regiment's headquarters, Gu Changfeng watched calmly for a moment, then turned to Zhao Chong and said, "Telegram to the artillery battalion. Don't worry about the Japanese mountain and field artillery. Use up all the ammunition. If you don't have enough, I'll supply them!"

Gu Changfeng was very domineering at this moment. The casualty points of several thousand Japanese soldiers had increased by more than ten thousand. He only needed to exchange them for some artillery shells. He was not panicking at all.

When Zhao Chong heard the order, he immediately sent a telegram to the artillery battalion.

Lu Daya was delighted. He looked at his signalman and said, "Send a message to all the soldiers. Except for Katyusha, don't keep any heavy artillery shells. Use them all. If there are not enough, the commander will replenish them!"

He hasn't felt such a pleasant command for a long time, it's really wonderful!

At the various artillery positions of the artillery battalion, militiamen gathered and delivered artillery shells to the soldiers' positions.

The soldiers no longer cared about the transfer and just beat the Japanese mercilessly, without any humanity!

All the grenades that the militiamen had worked so hard to deliver were sent to the Japanese positions by Gu Changfeng with just one order. It had to be said that it was a waste.

The artillery battalion's bombardment lasted for a full hour. The Japanese soldiers defending the outer positions were bleeding from all seven orifices, and a large number of them were killed. Many of them were shocked to death in the trenches before they could even fire a shot, and then buried by the collapsed soil, without even needing to be buried.

Of course, the Japanese commanders were not without reaction. They also resisted when they saw their soldiers being blown to death.

With Matsuura's order, the Japanese artillerymen used two 155 caliber heavy artillery and ten field guns. However, just after firing two rounds, the rapid-fire artillery they feared arrived and directly covered the entire area.

The 107s of each battalion, especially the th Battalion, two regiments of the Eighth Route Army, did not attack ordinary Japanese soldiers, but focused on the Japanese mountain and field artillery and heavy artillery. It was impossible for the Japanese soldiers to bombard them.

At six o'clock in the morning, the battle lasted for two hours, and loud military bugles rang out from the mountains everywhere!

Led by company commanders and platoon leaders, the soldiers rushed towards the Japanese.

"Brothers, charge and kill the devils!"

"Comrades, charge! Kill these beasts!"

Shouts of killing rang out from all directions, and under the moonlight, agile figures, like ferocious killers, rushed towards the Japanese positions with murderous intent.

The attacks from all directions were like huge waves in the sea, layer after layer, constantly impacting the Japanese defense line.

Boom boom boom!

Da da da!

M60, Type rifle, mortar, grenade launcher, Type rifle, melon grenade, countless bullets and shells greeted the Japanese. One soldier fell, and ten soldiers followed behind him. The Japanese were knocked down one after another on their positions!

The front line was lost, the first line of defense was lost, the second line of defense was lost...

The Nakata squad was killed in action, the Shimomura squadron was killed in action, the Asano battalion returned to the arms of Aunt Amaterasu, and the Tanaka regiment suffered heavy casualties...

Bad news one after another reached the Japanese command headquarters. The old Japanese soldier Matsuura was about to explode. He could only pray that day would come soon. The brave warriors of the Imperial Army could not hold on any longer!

This dark night was destined to be a nightmare for him. Only at dawn could he wait for support and the Independent Regiment and the Eighth Route Army would stop their attacks.

After countless prayers and sufferings, the sun finally rose in the east!

Its daybreak!

As the Independent Regiment and the Eighth Route Army soldiers stopped attacking, Matsuura finally felt relieved and successfully held on for another day!

However, he soon discovered that something was wrong, because in the place where they had lost control one kilometer away, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and the Independent Regiment were consolidating their defense lines and digging trenches on the spot!

With the Japanese's field fortifications already in place, the soldiers only needed to reinforce them and they could completely block the Japanese inside.

The encirclement was greatly reduced, and the devils were completely panicked. The old devil Song Pu could do nothing but curse the independent regiment and the Eighth Route Army.

After several hours of use and loss, the bullets in the hands of their soldiers were only ten per person.

What can Matsuura do?

He can't even take the risk of breaking out now!