Bright Sword: Hosting the independent regiment, all become special forces

Chapter 210 Annihilation of the Fourth Mixed Brigade (for subscription)

The monk also shouted, "Yes!"

It's not that the monk has become bold, but that the devil fired again.

This should be the devil's last attack before it got dark and recuperated. The artillery fire was well prepared, and it exploded for about ten minutes.

Zhang Wei dug out the buried monk from the mound: "Damn, monk, you are so fucking unlucky!"

Zhang Wei pointed to the shrapnel on the monk's shoulder and said with a smile: "Is it a man? I'll pull it out and continue reloading it for you. If it doesn't work, get out!"

The monk stood up and gritted his teeth: "Come on, head, just pull it out!"

Zhang Wei nodded, and immediately pulled out the shrapnel with his hands, and the monk's entire shoulder was instantly soaked in blood.

Zhang Wei quickly tore off the military uniform on the monk's shoulders, took out a bandage and gauze from the first-aid box not far away, applied it on it, and strangled it tightly to prevent further bleeding.

At the same time, he opened the only alcohol bottle and poured it on the monk's shoulder.

"what!"

The monk could hold on originally, but he almost couldn't stand it this time.

The whole bottle was finally emptied. Zhang Wei threw the bottle away and took a look with his head. The devil was only less than 100 meters away from the position.

Zhang Wei subconsciously looked for the grenade box next to him, but it was a pity that it had already been used up.

Seeing this, the monk gritted his teeth, picked up the grenade box not far away, and placed it beside Zhang Wei.

This one didn't hesitate, and quickly threw the grenade.

Zhang Wei's strength throws the grenade fast and accurately, and it often explodes in the air above the devil's head. It can be said to be a humanoid mortar.

Because the sky was slowly getting dark, it was difficult for the Japanese army to find the mortar positions of the Chinese army.

Wang Chengzhu was also unambiguous, and immediately ordered all the shells to be fired.

"Bomm!"

"Boom! Boom!"

There were explosions one after another, and the casualties of the Japanese and puppet troops instantly reached hundreds.

But they still didn't stop their attack.

Nearly half of the casualties of the special column at this time, many weapons have been scrapped, and there is not much combat effectiveness.

Ammunition, shells, and even grenades are all in short supply.

Zhang Wei threw the last grenade, and ended up with the last victory submachine gun handed over by the monk.

Only the last shuttle was left, and even Zhang Wei's ammunition was exhausted after the shot.

Wang Chengzhu's mortar company, after firing the shells, left their lifeblood behind. Carrying self-defense weapons, pistols and other short guns rushed to the forefront of the position, and started a bloody battle with these Japanese and puppet troops.

Now they just need to continue to persevere, they have a chance to survive, if they break through their defense and take over the Fourth Mixed Brigade, then their sacrifice will be meaningless.

Therefore, the position has to be defended.

Zhang Wei even took out his pistol and shot the ammunition in the pistol empty. The gunshots on the entire position soon became sparse, and even became silent.

Zhang Wei shouted hoarsely, "Get the bayonet!"

The soldiers spontaneously dropped the victory submachine guns in their hands, because the number of [-]-type rifles in their hands was not many, and many soldiers' pistol ammunition was also exhausted.

Had to take out the bayonet.

Holding the [-]-type rifle in his hand, Zhang Wei shouted angrily: "Comrades, charge with me! Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"Beep beep!"

The loud charge horn sounded, and all the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the position immediately launched a counter-charge against the Ninth Mixed Brigade, which was attacking from the front.

The head of the Ninth Mixed Brigade who watched was terrified, his mouth trembling: "What kind of army is this!"

Zhang Wei rushed out five or six meters in two or three steps, pierced a devil with a bayonet, quickly pulled it out, and slit the throat of another puppet soldier with a sweep.

The monk quickly picked up a rifle with a few bullets in it, and quickly exchanged it with the spear in Duan Peng's hand.

Duan Peng squatted on the spot and used his rifle to cover Zhang Wei and others.

Zhang Wei and the monk rushed into the flock like two beasts and started killing.

Hardly any devil can last two seconds in their hands.

The situation on Leng Feng's side was not as good as Zhang Wei's. They rushed out, and before they picked up the weapons on the ground, they were knocked down by the devil machine gunners in the distance.

When Zhang Wei saw it, his heart was bleeding. These are all top fighters, elites in all battles.

"kill!"

Zhang Wei roared angrily and pierced the Japanese captain in charge of the attack with a bayonet, then quickly took the pistol from his hand, and pulled the trigger at the devil who was about to shoot in the distance.

The soldiers rushed towards these Japanese and puppet troops bravely, regardless of their own safety.

However, in just 3 minutes, the morale of the Japanese and puppet troops completely collapsed. No matter how the officers shouted, they could not stop their retreat.

Like the gods of war, they held their positions covered in blood. ,

"Quick, pick up the ammunition, throw the weapon back to the position, Leng Feng, lead someone to set up a few thunderstorms, be careful of the devil's sneak attack at night! Duan Peng, Wang Chengzhu, hurry up, bring the wounded back to the position, the devil is probably about to shell!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers moved quickly, and within 5 minutes they left the stabbing place and returned to the trenches on the hillside.

Sure enough, the devil's retaliatory bombardment arrived soon, but fortunately they had already retreated into the trenches, and casualties were minimized.

After this round of attack, there were only less than 100 infantrymen left. The brigade leader of the Ninth Mixed Brigade was bleeding, and even a little scared.

Who is their opponent and why they have such fighting power is simply terrifying.

However, a mere 500 troops blocked their Ninth Mixed Brigade's attack for half a day, and caused them thousands of casualties.

Jiyuanxin devil rarely said with emotion: "It's easy to shake the mountain, but it's hard to shake the army!"

"Send a report to General Okamura. We have tried our best. It is preliminarily judged that the one blocking our army should be a part of the Independent Regiment of the [-]th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army. Our troops suffered heavy casualties. Please evacuate!"

"Hay!"

The head of the 300th Mixed Brigade didn't know that his colleagues were about to give up on him at this time, and now they had only the last [-] people left, plus [-] wounded soldiers, who were besieged on two hills above.

They have already repelled two charges of the Eighth Route Army, and their casualties are very heavy, and even the artillery brigade has been wiped out by the Eighth Route Army.

There are still a lot of shells left in the artillery brigade, and now they have turned their cannons to them, bombing non-stop.

. . .He complained helplessly: "Baga! Don't these damn Chinese people know how to save shells? Damn it!"

"Brigade Commander, we have been unable to get in touch with General Okamura, our radio appears to have been damaged during the recent battle!"

"Can it be repaired?"

The confidential officer shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the brigade commander, I'm sorry I can't do anything, we've run out of substitutes!"

Fujimoto Daiki slumped on the chair weakly: "It seems that today is the day we will be loyal to the Great Japanese Empire and His Majesty the Emperor!"

The sound of artillery fire gradually subsided, and the loud charge horn sounded, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army charged all over the mountains and plains.

He sighed helplessly: "Order them, never surrender, and be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Your Excellency, Head of the Brigade!"

Fujimoto Daiki waved his hand: "Don't worry about me, it's time for me to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!"

After speaking, he picked up the command knife on the table, and picked up the pistol hanging on his waist with his right hand: "His Majesty the Emperor!"

He rushed out screaming.

The devils in the headquarters, those who committed suicide, those who resisted stubbornly.

The suppression by the Special Second Regiment and the Independent Fifth Brigade lasted until the second half of the night.

As soon as the battle ended, Shen Quan led two battalions to support Zhang Wei and others.

It was night, and the Ninth Mixed Brigade also gave up its attack and retreated fifty miles away.

Zhang Wei and others stayed in the trench for most of the night. They didn't see any attacking devils, but they expected reinforcements to come.

With a wave of Shen Quan's hand, the soldiers of the Special Second Regiment quickly stepped forward to send the wounded soldiers down, and gathered them together to deal with them.

Came to Zhang Wei's side: "Head, are you all right?"

Zhang Wei waved his hand. He barely rested that night and acted as a soldier: "Damn, I'm exhausted, prepare a stretcher for me!"

Zhang Wei sat paralyzed in the trench after speaking, and took off his cloth shoes and leggings with no effort.

The ankle was swollen badly, and Shen Quan was stunned: "Head, did you break your ankle?"

When Zhang Wei heard it, he cursed: "Fart, don't worry about me, you kid, go to the Black Tiger Special Forces to see how they are doing, clean up the battlefield, let's retreat!"

"Yes!"

On this day, the Fourth Mixed Brigade was completely eliminated from the Japanese Army's order of battle.

At the cost of more than [-] casualties, the Eighth Route Army wiped out this Japanese army mixed brigade with a staff of more than [-].

Of course, the number of his predecessor, the Fourth Brigade, was exactly what the Independent Regiment gave him.

Now the complete annihilation is naturally indispensable to the credit of Zhang Wei and others.

Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

The chief of staff received the news in the middle of the night, and came to the boss excitedly: "Boss, the fourth mixed brigade has been wiped out, and no one has escaped! The ninth mixed brigade of the Japanese army has also been unable to continue its attack and has retreated to Fifty miles away, according to Zhang Wei's report, they caused at least two thousand casualties to the Ninth Mixed Brigade."

The boss's stinky face got better: "How about their casualties?"

The Chief of Staff sighed: "More than half of the Black Tiger Special Brigade of the special column suffered casualties, and many of them recovered from their injuries and could not continue to participate in the battle. Most of the other platoon-level cadres were also killed. Four company commanders of the Special Second Regiment were killed, and the second battalion commander was seriously injured. Moreover, the Independent Fifth Brigade can't make up the basic organizational system. According to the report of the brigade commander, the troops he currently has can only be compressed into one battalion."

(End of this chapter)