Bright Sword: Infinite Logistics

"Damn it, how did you fight? More than twenty veterans, plus a assault platoon, nearly seventy people, and you have been stopped by two sentries until now?" The commander of the 400th Regiment widened his eyes.

He personally led a battalion to charge forward, but the result was unexpected: in ten minutes, the front line did not advance much. The original battle plan almost completely failed, and the night attack had become an encounter battle.

"Commander, there's nothing I can do. The enemy's sentries are experienced and spotted us right from the start. They used cold guns and grenades to delay us for a long time. The assault platoon finally got close, but the Eighth Route Army's support has also arrived, and their firepower is not weak either!"

The platoon leader lying on the ground had a bitter face and his leg was bandaged - the Type 38 rifle had strong penetrating power and the bullet went straight through him, so there was no need for surgery to remove the bullet.

The regiment commander opened his mouth to curse, but looking at the injured platoon leader lying on the ground, he was speechless for a moment. The old soldier next to him stepped forward and smiled: "Commander, please don't blame the platoon leader. When we were discovered, it was the platoon leader who stood up and spoke. Unfortunately, he failed to deceive the Eighth Route Army and was shot..."

"Humph."

The regimental commander shook his head and no longer intended to hold the platoon leader responsible. The most important issue now was how he could open a breakthrough before the arrival of the new 13th and 14th regiments. If he found that there was no progress on the front line when the two regiments arrived, he would be embarrassed in front of the brigade commander.

"So, the first battalion stays in the front to attack, and the assault platoon goes around to the side and launches an assault from the flank of the Eighth Route Army. Remember to go around as far as possible. The Eighth Route Army has been fighting for so long, they will definitely be prepared..." The commander of the 400th Regiment quickly began to arrange the plan for the next round of attack.

The assault platoon quickly assembled under his command. The previous exchange of fire was not fierce, and the casualties of the assault platoon were not heavy. Only one unlucky man was killed, two were seriously injured by grenade fragments and could not fight again, and the rest were slightly injured. The combat effectiveness of this platoon has not been reduced much. As a surprise force, they still have the power to change the situation of the war.

But sometimes, just slowing down can make all the difference.

"See that over there? That place with the light on is obviously a temporary headquarters. Blow it up!" Hu Sheng held a telescope and looked coldly at the commander of the 400th Regiment - a guy wearing a dark leather jacket, pointing with his arm raised.

Light infantry penetration was the specialty of the Eighth Route Army. The moment the gunshots rang out, Hu Sheng deployed three companies. The fifth and sixth companies directly supported the front, and he personally led the fourth company and an artillery platoon to the flank of the 400th Regiment, preparing to give this group of stubborn troops a little surprise.

"Wait, don't fire yet."

Just as the shell was about to slide down the barrel and fire, Hu Sheng stopped the artillery platoon.

"Chief of Staff, what's wrong?"

"That group of stubborn soldiers are gathering their troops." Hu Sheng handed the telescope to the platoon leader of the artillery platoon: "Take a look. I want to fire a few shots at the place where they are gathering. And the guy in the leather jacket, fire one at him too."

The platoon leader of the artillery platoon looked at it for a few seconds and determined the target: "Chief of Staff, it's a loss to attack him. Although the man in the leather jacket may be a high-ranking officer, I still suggest attacking their assembled troops first. This has a higher hit rate."

"No, the guy in the leather coat must be given a shot!" Hu Sheng took back his binoculars: "Damn it, except for the brigade commander, no one can wear a leather coat in front of me!"

"Okay! Anyway, there are more shells this time."

The artillery platoon leader smiled and turned back to the mortar position. Hu Sheng turned his head and looked at the instructor of the fourth company beside him: "You lead the team to move over now, and when the shells hit their heads, launch an attack."

After arranging the plan, Hu Sheng sighed and turned to look in the direction of Nie Village. Facts have proved that just one step faster, the balance of the battle has completely tipped towards the New 1st Regiment.

The assault platoon of the 8th Independent Brigade had just assembled and had not had time to set off when mortar shells landed one after another around the assembly point. Because the assault platoon was too densely packed, the effect of this round of shelling was immediate, and dozens of people fell down in batches, with no one able to stand.

Such a horrific scene made the leader of the 400th Regiment, who was a little further away, stiffen all over and feel a chill on his back. Not only because the scene was too bloody, but also because he knew that this battle was a complete failure.

The Eighth Route Army rarely uses more than a few mortar shells a year, but tonight they fired so many in one go... The Eighth Route Army must be crazy...

boom!
A shell exploded next to the regiment commander. The huge impact force knocked him over several times. His eyes went dark and he immediately lost consciousness.

“No need to worry anymore…”

A final thought flashed through the mind of the leader of the 400th Regiment.

This series of artillery shells exploded, as if hitting the button for a general attack. First, the fourth company rushed out from the flank, and the large number of automatic pistols equipped burst out with great power at close range, almost instantly suppressing the stubborn troops. Then the charge horn sounded in the front, and the soldiers of the two companies jumped out of their positions one after another, also pouring out firepower.

The pincer attack at an angle of almost 90 degrees caused a large number of casualties in an instant. Most people hid behind the bunkers and trembled, and only some veterans hesitated with grenades in their hands. Although grenades could temporarily delay the attack of the Eighth Route Army, they did not want to throw them out.

If you throw a grenade when the battle line is about to collapse, then what you throw out is no longer a grenade, but your qualification to be a prisoner. If someone thinks you are a threat and shoots you directly, where can you go to seek justice?

If they were the kind of beasts that killed people on sight, then they would be thrown away. They would probably die anyway, so it would be better to take a few of them with them. But now the enemy was the Eighth Route Army, the real ones...

Fortunately, they soon heard the cry of "surrender your weapons and you will not be killed." A few soldiers were angry and deliberately shouted a few times in Japanese, but were quickly stopped by the instructor on the scene. It is better not to do such things to humiliate the other side. Now it is only a victory, it is not time to be proud.

These shouts made most people feel relieved, and they threw away their weapons. The resistance almost instantly weakened. Soon the gunshots on the battlefield became sparse and gradually became quiet.

"Chief of Staff, figured it out."

"The entire 400th Independent Brigade is coming this time. We just destroyed the st Battalion of the th Regiment and the submachine gun platoon of their brigade headquarters. The enemy's main force is coming this way." The commander of the th Company put the last pistol bullet in his hand into the magazine and inserted it into his belt: "Chief of Staff, should we ambush or take the initiative? Or we should ambush and create the appearance of a firefight to lure them in and find an opportunity to stab them in the ass."

Hu Sheng waved his hand and said, "According to the original goal. We must fight all at once tonight. We can't say that we will completely wipe out the 8th Independent Brigade, but at least we must cripple them and make them lose all their combat effectiveness. Otherwise, when the 358th Regiment comes to its senses, who knows what will happen."

"But now we have at least a hundred prisoners. What will happen to them if we continue the attack?"

"Which is more important, the prisoner or the target?" Hu Sheng shook his head: "Let them hand over their bullets and gather here on their own! If they ask, just say that everyone is busy catching the Tian guy and has no time to capture them!" (End of this chapter)