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Chapter 487 Chapter 486, a brief silence

With the addition of lighting before and after the blockade with Molotov cocktails and thorough clearing of grenades, the Japanese's sneak attack plan turned into a perfect closed-door dog-beating war.

These Japanese soldiers didn't even get to see what the soldiers guarding the Line of Sky looked like before they were all wiped out in the narrow mountain path of the Line of Sky. Many of them were even blown into several pieces.

As the mountain wind howled, a strong smell of blood began to drift upwards and reached the nostrils of the soldiers in the operations room.

"Isn't this smell bad?" An old soldier pointed outside and said to the new recruits, "This smell is much weaker than when we clean up the battlefield! When I have a chance to clean up the battlefield for you, you will know how terrible the smell is after someone dies..."

"Okay, seal the ventilation holes in the southern half! Seal the chute openings as well, and seal the observation openings as well!" Tian E's voice echoed far away in the tunnel, and the soldiers took out bags of mud and sealed the openings.

After the tunnel was sealed, the smell in the tunnel suddenly became much better! Because the tunnel entrance on the north side was open, there was still a breeze blowing in from the north entrance, then passing through the tunnel, and finally discharged from the south bunker, so the tunnel was not stuffy.

Everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened. Even the Molotov cocktails gradually went out, and the narrow strip of sky returned to the embrace of darkness.

"Bagayaru..." As if knowing something, the voice of Colonel Kuzuki in the south was filled with anger, reluctance, and heartache. But no matter what, Fujino and his men who went to attack would probably not come back. Therefore, Kuzuki also returned to his tent in dismay, and continued the attack tomorrow after recuperating.

In a flash, several hours passed. When the sky began to turn pale, soldiers with guns appeared at the trumpet mouth.

"Be careful, everyone. If you feel unsafe, shoot him first!" The old soldier leading the team gave the new recruits a warning and resolutely walked at the front of the team.

That's right, these people are the soldiers of the third company of the first battalion. They came here to clean up the battlefield! Last night's closing the door and beating the dog was perfect, except that they didn't clean up the battlefield.

Now, while it's still a little light in the sky and the Japanese haven't attacked yet, why not clean up the battlefield quickly to make room for the Japanese behind us?
Puff, puff... The veterans were experienced and set an example by piercing two transparent holes in the chest of every Japanese soldier they saw. The new soldiers who followed the veterans followed suit and continued to stab the Japanese soldiers behind them. So soon, the chests and backs of some Japanese soldiers were pierced with three-edged bayonets.

No one blamed the new recruits for their unnecessary actions. Instead, the veterans were very satisfied with the new recruits' courage to take action! Of course, some veterans also raised their lips slightly, waiting to see the new recruits make a fool of themselves.

That’s right, after finishing off the enemy, it’s time to carry the bodies. The real battlefield training for the recruits begins here!

Although they had undergone a year of training, most of the new recruits in the first battalion had never seen such a bloody scene, so they who were carrying the corpses held back their efforts and lifted the devils onto the carriages, pulled them back to the north entrance, and then looted the spoils for the veterans.

"Haha, you guys look like that! Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit? It will be fine once you get used to it! When our platoon leader fought in his first battle, he was so scared that he peed his pants. But now, when you look at it, the number of Japanese soldiers killed by one man has to be counted to ten!" The old soldiers joked about their platoon leader without any concern to ease the discomfort of the new recruits.

At the northernmost part of the trumpet mouth, the soldiers of the basic regiment had been busy for a long time. They had dug out a large earth pit. At this time, they saw a horse-drawn carriage rushing over, spilling blood all the way.

"Okay, follow the old rules, take them all off!" Zou Ming looked at the miserable state of the devils and ordered the soldiers. "Well, Captain Zou, do you want to let the soldiers of our basic regiment participate? Not for anything else, just to touch this blood!" Wei, the political commissar of the 2nd regiment of the basic regiment, came over and asked.

"That's no problem. It's training. Let's just get started! By the way, we don't like the equipment on the Japanese. The captain said that if your core regiment has any that we like, you can take them away. We just need to replenish some ammunition!" Zou Ming said to Political Commissar Wei very considerately, once again displaying the style of the guerrillas' money-giving boy.

"Huh? The reputation of the money-giving boy is well-deserved!" Political Commissar Wei was stunned for a moment, then sighed. Then, under the leadership of the veteran, the soldiers of the basic regiment completed an important step in their growth.

It was dawn, the red sun rose in the east, and wisps of smoke rose from the Japanese positions. In Xijing Town, there was even more smoke and the roar of engines.

"Colonel Katsuragi, the armored squadron will have to wait a whole morning before launching an attack! We need to maintain all the vehicles to ensure that there are no problems during the battle!" On the tank squadron side, the squadron leader Takeo Kobayashi reported the situation to Colonel Katsuragi.

"The tank squadron is our important trump card. Now is not the time for you to move out. Don't be anxious!" Colonel Kuzuki said, and walked to the artillery position.

"Colonel, the artillery position needs to move forward 2 kilometers! After yesterday's observation, the Eighth Route Army's bunkers are very strong and we need to get close to shoot!" Ogasawara of the artillery battalion reported.

"Then let's move forward 2 kilometers and build a position! Now, set up all the battalions' 6 Type infantry guns at the front line. We need to officially launch the attack!"

Under Ge Mu's command, the Japanese mountain artillery built positions forward, and the infantry artillery was simply set up on the mountain ridge that served as the frontline position, aiming at the narrow gap in the sky at a distance of 1000 meters.

At the same time, the Shigeto Battalion under the 222nd Regiment was ready to launch an attack from the front.

As a battalion of the field regiment, Shigeto's battalion has a standard organization of 1100 people, including 4 infantry companies, 1 heavy machine gun company, and a mountain artillery squadron. Its strength should not be underestimated.

Such a force and equipment is nothing to the opposing Youyi Battalion! However, the devils don't think so. They always think they are very powerful, so Shigeto made preparations before the attack without waiting for the mountain artillery positions behind to be set up, and wanted to launch an attack immediately.

However, Kuzuki was sober. He stopped Shigeto's request to attack and waited until the artillery was in place.

At the north entrance of Yitiantian, in the air-raid shelter command post, Li Yuexuan closed his eyes slightly and saw all the arrangements of the Japanese through the small map.

"Is that so?" Li Yuexuan thought to himself, "Let's let the devils attack first. When they lose their fighting spirit, it will be time to reap the harvest!"

(End of this chapter)