Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

The news of the capture of Niangziguan Village soon reached the ears of Major Kitamura of the Japanese squadron, but Kitamura was powerless to do anything about it.

He knew very well that after losing Niangziguan Village, which supported the defense, Niangziguan would face direct enemy attacks.

That's right, he still doesn't know who wiped out his entire team of warriors.

However, at present, the entire Zhengtai Road is under attack, fighting is going on everywhere, and everyone is calling for support from the brigade headquarters, so he knows very well that he is actually in danger now.

"Sir, the brigade told us to hold on. They'll find a way..."

"Inoue-kun, this is all within my expectations. The brigade headquarters is in trouble right now and has no troops to send."

As expected, Major Kitamura was right, and Staff Officer Inoue's call was useless.

Upon hearing this, Second Lieutenant Inoue anxiously asked, "Sir, our squadron of warriors and a company of Imperial Army troops were completely wiped out by the enemy in less than half an hour. We don't even know which unit they are from. What should we do next?"

This made Beicun serious. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Niangzi Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The imperial army has several artillery towers and bunkers as a barrier. We should be able to hold out for a few days, or even ten days."

"Besides, I think the ones attacking us are most likely the Eighth Route Army. They lack powerful offensive weapons, so it will be difficult for them to capture us."

Staff Officer Inoue nodded slightly, then, as if thinking of something, he spoke hesitantly, "A few days ago, an Imperial battalion in Yangquan was captured by the enemy. From the news sent by the brigade, it is confirmed that it was that army..."

These words instantly sobered Inoue up, and he frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

Yangquan was not very far from him, and the news that a battalion of their brigade had been completely wiped out by the enemy had already spread, and they all knew about it.

If it really is this army, their small squadron will be in danger.

Boom boom......

Before he could figure it out, the artillery bombardment from the third regiment arrived.

At this moment, the Japanese communications soldier rushed into the command center and almost knocked Beicun to the ground.

Now, Beicun, who was already a little angry, slapped the signalman twice, leaving ten clear fingerprints on his face instantly.

The Japanese signalman looked innocent, but didn't dare to say anything, so he reported honestly.

"Sir, the enemy has begun to attack. They have heavy artillery, and our main gun tower collapsed in just two seconds."

When Kitamura heard this, he didn't bother to question the signalman's recklessness and hurriedly said, "Hurry up and follow me to the position. Inoue-kun, you come with me too!"

Da da da!

Da da da!

The sound of fierce gunfire was heard on the battlefield. Perhaps feeling that the end was approaching, the Japanese in another artillery tower fired crazily at the soldiers of the Third Battalion of the Third Regiment.

Of course, the distance between the two sides was still seven or eight hundred meters, and the Japanese's actions were just to boost their courage.

Boom boom boom!

Another round of shelling followed, and these emboldened devils completely returned to the arms of their aunt.

The independent brigade's 107mm rifle had a range of 1500 meters, which was very effective against the Japanese artillery towers. With all ten guns fired at the same time, the remaining Japanese artillery towers collapsed soon after.

However, the Japanese artillery tower was gone, but the Japanese were still in the fortifications near the tower. As the three companies of the third battalion charged to the left and right respectively, the exchange of fire between the two sides officially began.

Because the Third Battalion was feinting its attack from the bottom up, it was at a disadvantage in the battle. Fortunately, the role of the snipers gradually became prominent. With the scope in hand, the Japanese soldiers four or five hundred meters away could be easily hit.

Wen Jiayi peered through the telescope for a while and ordered, "Don't let the other battalions laugh at these little devils. Let the artillery company continue firing. Don't be so freaking frugal."

As soon as his order was conveyed, the artillery company commander became excited and shouted to his artillerymen: "Brothers, prepare the artillery fire and flatten the front for me!"

As the commander of an artillery company, what he likes most is to fire the cannons casually. As a man, who doesn’t like that?

After a while, ten shells were loaded into the muzzle, and then arcs cut through the air and smashed into the Japanese position as if they had eyes.

The artillerymen of each regiment of the independent brigade are different now. After such a long period of rest, the artillerymen continue to practice under the leadership of veteran artillerymen.

Up to now, every artilleryman's firing was very accurate, so the Japanese soldiers in the fortifications were in dire straits. The shock wave formed by the huge explosion directly threw the Japanese soldiers into the air, mixed with some broken limbs.

The Japanese fortifications within a few dozen meters were almost flattened by artillery shells, and the internal organs of a large number of Japanese soldiers were shattered, and it was obvious that they were dead.

Boom boom boom!

The artillery company continued its second round of bombardment, and the Japanese who were lucky enough to survive were also wailing.

Taking advantage of the cover of the artillery company, the three battalions directly started the charge mode. The remaining more than one hundred Japanese soldiers could not withstand the attack of thousands of people and were quickly defeated.

The remaining dozens of Japanese soldiers turned around and ran away, but thanks to the sniper, they left behind a dozen more before the end.

In the core position of the Japanese army, Major Kitamura and Lieutenant Inoue felt that the end had come. They did not expect to be defeated so quickly, and there was no hope at all.

Beicun now knew for sure that the enemy was indeed the Independent Brigade, otherwise it would be impossible to take their position so quickly.

"Bakayarō!" Beicun could only curse angrily, but unfortunately no one cared about him now.

As the soldiers from the three battalions surrounded them, Beicun stared fiercely at the soldiers surrounding him and chopped the air with his sword powerlessly a few times, as if to give himself courage.

After Wen Jiayi rushed over, he took a look, said "Kill them all" and turned away, looking very arrogant.

Second Lieutenant Inoue understood some Chinese, and was speechless when he heard this. He had not thought about surrendering, but wasn't it a bit too much to kill them like chickens?

Da da da!

Before Inoue had a chance to think, the soldiers' machine guns started firing. The remaining thirty or so Japanese soldiers didn't even have a chance to struggle before they were all swept to the ground by the soldiers.

Major Kitamura was hit by several bullets, his eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

He never imagined that he, as a small team in China, could chase an entire regiment of the Chinese army, but now he died in such a mountain valley.

"Bah, this little devil is still holding his head high!" Niu Dadan said disdainfully, and then ordered loudly: "Don't just stand there like idiots, clean up the battlefield quickly!"

The Third Regiment didn't have to put in any effort to defeat a mere reinforced squadron of the Japanese. Even the Third Battalion, which sent out troops, suffered only a dozen wounded and two deaths.

After the battle of Niangzi Pass ended, the Third Battalion began to clean up the battlefield. The clothes of the Japanese soldiers were stripped off one by one, and even all the bullet casings on the ground were not spared.

By this time, the independent brigade's arsenal had been built. If the soldiers wanted to have sufficient ammunition, they had to store every grain of ammunition in the warehouse. As for whether they would have the chance to send it back, that would be another matter.