Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Zhang Dabiao is still very good at arranging tasks! A huge city, with a string of turrets extending on both sides, looks very much like the ancient official hat with wings. In order to cut off the wings on both sides, make the huge city an isolated city, and eliminate some Japanese puppet troops, Zhang Dabiao chose a comprehensive and focused interception strategy.

On this cold night, while the new recruits of the Beishan detachment leaned against the mountain ridge, leaned on their backpacks, and even wrapped themselves in military coats to rest, the team responsible for fighting the two ends was still wandering in the mountains. In fact, the team responsible for fighting the two ends set out before dark, but the mountain roads they needed to take were all narrow paths. In some places, there were no roads at all, only smooth rocks, so it was difficult to walk.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, in the mountains and forests, the light of the flashlights flickered like a ghost fire, and the soldiers under Zhang Dabiao kept moving forward under the guidance of the flashlights. Fortunately, the comrades were familiar with the terrain, otherwise, rushing through the mountains at night would be no different from seeking death.

Time passed quickly, the mountain wind whistled, and the sky was about to brighten. At the ambush point led by Bai Dabao, the clanging sound was still ringing, and there were constant crisp crashes from rocks rolling down the hillside, and flashes of sparks from the pickaxes hitting the rocks.

All this shows that the new soldiers who had rested for a few hours last night are now digging trenches and repairing positions! Not only them, but also the soldiers of the company sent by Zhang Dabiao are busy.

Click...the flashlight lit up and then went out, and Bai Dabao's face flashed by.

"It's five o'clock in the morning, messenger, have everyone stop and rest, and quickly eat some marching rations to restore their strength! Tell the new recruits that your hard days are over, and the rest of the time is just waiting for battle! Also, whoever dug the individual pit just now will be responsible for fighting in it. If you die because you didn't dig your own bunker well, you can't blame anyone but yourself for being too lazy!"

As Bai Dabao's voice fell, several messengers quickly passed the order to the entire battle line. Well, the battle line was not long, spanning only more than 500 meters from east to west and only more than 50 meters from front to back.

Soon there was no more noise from construction on the front line, only the sound of water falling on the ground and the sound of soldiers chewing fried noodles. Don't get me wrong, the water falling on the ground was the soldiers washing their hands with warm water from the kettle, and then pouring the fried noodles into the lunch box to make dough, and then they could eat...

After breakfast, the sky began to turn pale, and soon the sun dyed the eastern sky red. As the sun rose higher and higher, fierce gunfire and explosions were heard in the valley west of the position.

"The battle has begun, everyone cheer up and get ready for battle!" When the gunshots were heard, Bai Dabao issued a new order, making the recruits extremely nervous.

At this time, the role of veterans came into play. Looking at the nervous and trembling recruits, the veterans began to tell their experiences in the first battle and passed down some skills: "Remember, you guys, try to stick the muzzle out from the right side of the cover, unless you are left-handed, then do it this way!"

"Why? If you stick your gun out from the right side, your entire body will be protected by the cover! If you stick your gun out from the left side, not to mention that more of your body parts will be exposed, your shooting range will also be affected."

“When throwing a grenade, don’t hesitate! Remember, after pulling the ring, don’t look down to see if it’s on fire, just throw it out quickly! Two years ago, there was a fool who pulled the fuse and wanted to see what color the smoke was. As a result, the squad leader threw him out and hugged him into the bomb shelter! Yes, that fool was me. I almost scared the instructor, our platoon leader, to death!” “Hahaha…we remember the squad leader!”

"I know you're nervous, but everyone has their first time, right? When your deputy squad leader fought in the first battle, he was fine. He just kept firing. What a bold guy! But his marksmanship was not good enough. He didn't hit a single Japanese soldier with 10 bullets! But he was lucky. He didn't get hurt in that battle. Instead, I killed a Japanese soldier and got a cut on my arm!"

"So, remember this, don't be afraid. The braver you are, the less likely you are to die! Why? When you're nervous, you become numb, you can't remember anything, and your brain stops working. Isn't that the same as waiting to die? If you're bold and not afraid, your movements don't change, and your body is agile, you can dodge the bullets that are chasing you! Remember, no matter how fast the bullet is, it's still shot by a human! Your opponent is not the bullet, but the Japanese soldier who shot you! As long as you're faster and more accurate than that Japanese soldier, you can survive and kill him!"

Time passed quickly, and the veterans never tired of telling these stories, teaching the new recruits all the lessons they and their predecessors had learned with their blood. This was nothing more than allowing the new recruits to remember more knowledge and make fewer sacrifices.

At this time, in the ravine more than 1000 meters west of their position, the 3rd Company of the st Battalion of the Independent Regiment was fiercely attacking a gun tower. But in the fairly flat square in front of the gun tower, a sturdy soldier was pushing a tank filled with wooden boxes and covered with a quilt, trying to move forward.

The river sand in the wooden box, the wooden board outside, and the wet quilt were all ways to stop the enemy's bullets. The disadvantage was that it was too heavy and it was difficult for the soldiers to push it.

Beep, beep, beep... The bullets kept hitting the quilt, penetrating the quilt and hitting the box board, forcing the soldier pushing the cart to lean over the handle and try hard to balance the cart and move forward.

Finally, this earth tank rushed to the bottom of the artillery tower under the cover of its comrades behind it using heavy machine guns, assault rifles and other weapons, while bearing the fire from the Japanese Type 99 light machine gun.

"Set up the explosive pack..." At this time, the small blaster hiding behind the wooden box came out, picked up the explosive pack from the car, and thrust it against the outer wall of the bunker. If you look from another angle, there is actually a one-meter-square hole on the other side of the bunker, which was caused by the last explosion.

"Swish..." The fuse of the explosive pack was lit, and the petite soldier tried hard to run backwards in a zigzag pattern, shouting as he ran: "Retreat quickly, it's going to explode..."

"Retreat now..." The sturdy soldier didn't care about the earth tank, and swung his legs to the other side to evacuate, running in a different direction from the thin soldier. (End of this chapter)