Anti-Japanese War: I have a million soldiers and you call me a division commander?

The first battalion moved quickly and quickly exchanged positions with the supply battalion.

"Your Majesty Colonel, there is a situation!"

The Japanese soldiers were not blind and discovered the movements of the first battalion at the first time.

"Nani?"

Upon hearing the report, the Japanese Colonel Regiment Commander immediately looked towards the First Battalion, which was exchanging troops with the Supply Battalion. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Sou Ga, I knew it. The Eighth Route Army couldn't have such a small force."

As he spoke of this, the expression on the Japanese colonel's face became even happier.

"My goodness, if my guess is correct, these people should be the ones who attacked the Mitsui Village Iron Mine." The Japanese colonel's expression became more and more confident as he spoke. "Look at these people, there are also Chinese Nationalist troops and Shanxi-Suiyuan Army uniforms mixed in. They are obviously the Chinese prisoners of war from the iron mine."

"Hahahaha!"

At this point, the Japanese colonel could no longer hold back and laughed wildly, "It's a good thing they came here now. The more people we attract, the easier it will be to catch them all in one fell swoop."

"Tell the warriors that persistence is victory. Our mission is halfway accomplished."

Following the order from the Japanese regiment commander, the entire battlefield was filled with jubilation. Although they were surrounded, they did not feel the slightest bit nervous about being surrounded.

"Order all troops, don't hide anything, fight like hell!"

"Tell the artillery battalion to ignore the shells and fire hard!"

After the First Battalion and the Quartermaster Battalion exchanged positions, Liu Yiyun, who received the news, did not waste any words and immediately gave orders.

"Da da da!!!!"

“Chuchu chuchu!!!”

"Tong~! Tong~! Tong~!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"..."

They gathered three battalions of more than 3,000 offensive troops, added an artillery battalion, and launched another attack.

The light and heavy machine guns, captured grenade launchers and other firepower that had been hidden before were all released at this moment. The firepower density rose sharply, instantly surpassing the previous firepower density by several levels.

"Nani?!!!"

The sudden change startled the Japanese colonel commander: "What?!? Damn it! What the hell is going on?"

"How could the Eighth Route Army have such dense firepower?!!!"

In the direction of the First Battalion, 200 friendly prisoners of war, divided into groups of three or four, operated more than 50 grenade launchers, providing continuous fire support while the First Battalion launched the attack.

The Japanese colonel regiment commander, who was originally full of confidence, was completely stunned by the dense firepower.

Originally, seven or eight hundred Japanese soldiers occupied a small hill. In addition, due to the tight time and the cold weather, they were unable to build an effective defensive position.

They could only use the bodies of the dead Japanese soldiers as cover, but in just one minute, thousands of shells exploded in this small area, and every time an explosion sounded, a large number of Japanese soldiers were killed.

The dense firepower suppressed the Japanese soldiers so much that they could not raise their heads. More than 3,000 officers and soldiers attacked from all directions at the same time. Even if the Japanese soldiers wanted to fight desperately, it would be in vain at this time.

Not only was there no way to stop it, but I kept dying.

In the end, they could only watch as dense troops rushed in from all directions and carried out the final slaughter of the remaining Japanese devils.

"Hahahaha!"

Looking at the troops charging forward under intensive firepower, looking at the Japanese troops about to be destroyed.

Liu Yiyun laughed happily and loudly: "These little devils, I don't know whether they are really smart or just pretending to be smart!"

"Do you really think that you can compete with us by relying on a not-so-good terrain?"

"Now, you've put yourself in a desperate situation."

Hearing Liu Yiyun's words, Captain Gao also smiled and said, "The First Battalion also arrived at the right time, especially those 50 grenade launchers. They arrived just in time."

"This is equivalent to us having 50 more mortars, coupled with the artillery battalion's more than 20 Type 92 infantry guns, and three battalions of 60mm mortars and three Type 92 infantry guns."

"There are hundreds of artillery pieces in such a small space. If any one of them hits the inside, even if it doesn't explode, it will still kill someone."

As he spoke, Captain Gao looked at the drowned Japanese soldiers and said with a smile, "It seems that this battle will be five, six, seven, or eight minutes faster than we thought!"

"Hahahaha!"

Listening to Captain Gao's words, Liu Yiyun couldn't help but laugh and said, "These little devils are courting death!"

Just as Liu Yiyun and Captain Gao said, when the troops rushed forward, the battle was already lost.

A few minutes ago, the Japanese colonel regiment commander was laughing extremely happily, thinking that he was going to get a promotion and a raise, and reach the peak of his life. Now, looking at the Eighth Route Army soldiers rushing towards him, he was a little dazed.

"Baga?!!!!"

"Why? I don't understand!!"

"How could the Tubalu have such a dense firepower?"

"Is this still the Tubalu I know?"

Just when the Japanese colonel regiment commander was a little dazed, a bullet flew from somewhere and hit him right in the middle of his eyebrows.

The intense pain woke him up. He wanted to say something harsh, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

The telegraph operator holding the radio didn't think too much about it. When he saw the Eighth Route Army rushing up, he didn't hesitate and directly sent a farewell telegram.

Then, he was shot to death.

At the same time, in Zhangjiakou, the headquarters of the Mongolian army.

"Chief of Staff, I think that after this victory, the Eighth Route Army will have to restrain themselves." The Lieutenant General Commander of the Mongolian Army sat in a chair with a very relaxed expression. He held a cigarette in his hand and said to the Major General Chief of Staff beside him with a smile.

"well!"

Hearing the commander's words, the Major General Chief of Staff nodded slightly: "We have laid a tight net this time. The Eighth Route Army will never be able to break through our net. Our Mongolian troops can finally hold their heads high and show their pride."

The Lieutenant General Commander understood what the Major General Chief of Staff said and agreed: "That's right, Chu Feng is a tough opponent. We can only gather more forces."

however!

Before the two could continue to flatter each other, a combat staff officer rushed in anxiously with a pale face and a telegram in his hand.

"idiot!!!"

Seeing the operational staff's expression, the Lieutenant General Commander remained silent. His immediate superior, the Major General Chief of Staff, could not help but curse, "What a panic! Are you still acting like a warrior of the Empire of Japan? Damn it!!!"

Upon hearing this, the combat staff officer quickly stood at attention and said respectfully, "Hi!"

But then, he handed over the telegram and said, "Your Excellency, Commander, Your Excellency, Chief of Staff, the Horinger garrison sent a farewell telegram!"

“What?!!!!”*2!

When the Lieutenant General Commander and the Major General Chief of Staff heard this, their originally dissatisfied expressions were replaced by shock. They subconsciously stood up and looked over in disbelief.