Anti-Japanese War: I have unlimited assistance

Chapter 506 Is this a guerrilla force?
"Major, bad news! We are surrounded by the Eighth Route Army."

In a small grove of rocks in the mountainous area northwest of Ping'an County, Major Yoshida Kyoji had just woken up when a staff officer hurried over to report.

The surrounding terrain is all rolling mountains, the typical loess terrain of northwest Shanxi, lacking vegetation. Only here is there a bit of green.

After Yoshida Kyoji led more than 100 paratroopers to break through the encirclement of the 2nd Tank Battalion, they arrived here to hide.

As for the adjutant Ichiro Akita, he was on his way to break out when he was hit by a tank shell and exploded on the spot, sacrificing his loyalty to the Tianhuang.

Thinking of the battle that night, Yoshida Kyoji was still frightened. The Eighth Route Army dispatched dozens of heavy tanks to encircle them and shot them like pigs, and they had no power to resist.

However, even at this point, Yoshida Kyoji still felt that the holy war would win and the Great Japanese Nation would win, and this was just a minor setback.

Hearing the staff officer's words, Yoshida Kyoji was suddenly startled and hurried to the edge of the woods to check the situation with a telescope.

Looking through the telescope, I saw that a few hundred meters away, the Eighth Route Army was setting up machine guns, and people were running with ammunition boxes on their shoulders.

This group of Eighth Route Army soldiers were very different from the main force. Only a few of them wore Eighth Route Army uniforms. All of them were wearing ordinary people's clothes. The few soldiers who wore helmets on their heads were just captured Japanese helmets. They also had Japanese equipment in their hands, including Type 38 rifles, Type 99 light machine guns and Type 92 heavy machine guns.

Seeing this scene, Yoshida Kyoji immediately laughed.

"Why is the Major laughing?"

The staff officer standing by was stunned. Even at this point, he was still laughing. He must have had his brain blown off by a shell.

The Eighth Route Army that surrounded them had at least two thousand people, while they had only more than a hundred people. This huge difference in numbers made the surrounding paratroopers look despair.

"They are not the main force of the Eighth Route Army, they are just guerrillas."

Yoshida Kyoji spoke with contempt. He had obviously done his homework before coming to northwestern Shanxi to carry out this mission.

Distinguishing between the main force of the Eighth Route Army and the Eighth Route Guerrillas is just basic exercise.

He had seen many battles of the North China Front Army, and he knew that an ordinary squad of the Locust Army could chase down and fight against the guerrillas of the Eighth Route Army numbering over a thousand people.

His paratroopers are all elite soldiers of the Type A Division, and each of them is at the level of a shooting instructor.

Therefore, Yoshida Kyoji was not panicked at all, and was even a little expectant and excited.

"Order all locust troops to prepare for battle. We will attack from that direction and then launch a surprise attack to completely defeat this group of Eighth Route Army guerrillas."

"This group of guerrillas is the real Tubalu, and they are vulnerable."

Yoshida Kyoji issued an order that in order to defeat this guerrilla force, the siege situation must be changed first.

This old Japanese soldier had rich combat experience, and he knew very well that only by changing the siege into a head-on confrontation would there be a chance of winning this battle.

"Hi."

The Japanese staff officer quickly went to convey the order.

Although the retreat the night before was very embarrassing, Yoshida Kyoji applied for airdrop supplies from the North China Front Command yesterday and received a batch of combat supplies and canned food. With four Type 4 heavy machine guns, the firepower was greatly enhanced.

However, as soon as the Japanese radio signal appeared and airdrops were made on the Eighth Route Army's territory, the position of the Japanese paratroopers was exposed.

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"When the fight starts, you all have to fire as hard as you can, full force."

"If saving ammunition results in the loss of soldiers, the entire brigade will undergo a week of intense training."

"After the battle, everyone should be re-shot. No one should be left alive. The best place for the little devils is hell!!"

The cold voice of Li Chaoqun, captain of the Ping'an County Battalion of the New 1st Regiment, rang in the ears of the soldiers. After hearing about a week of devilish training, they all shuddered. One by one, the soldiers raised their weapons with murderous eyes, and the muzzles of their guns and cannons were aimed at the direction of the Japanese.

Li Chaoqun was a veteran Red Army soldier. After the 120th Division advanced into northwestern Shanxi, he was sent to Ping'an County to organize local people to resist the Japanese invasion. Soon, he single-handedly formed a 300-man Ping'an County guerrilla force. However, due to poor weaponry and almost no logistical supplies, his guerrilla force was constantly suppressed by the Japanese invaders in Ping'an County, and their space for movement was shrinking.

But at this time, Li Yunlong brought the New 1st Regiment, the Independent Regiment and the New 3rd Regiment to northwest Shanxi.

Li Chaoqun's guerrillas were reorganized into the New 2500st Regiment. He continued to serve as the guerrilla captain, but the number of personnel had increased to . Their weapons and equipment were much better than those of the three main divisions when the Eighth Route Army was first established. They had machine guns, cannons and machine guns, and in terms of logistics, they had enough ammunition.

The artillery platoon leader reported on the walkie-talkie that the artillery position had been completed.

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

"Shoot." Li Chaoqun gave the order to open fire without hesitation, his tone full of murderous intent.

All of a sudden.

Bullets, artillery shells and other types of firepower bombarded the grove where the Japanese paratroopers were.

"Baga! Mortar!"

Yoshida Kyoji rolled over and hid behind a rock. He saw more than a dozen orange-red muzzle flames rising from the opposite hillside, which meant that this Eighth Route Guerrilla Army had at least a dozen mortars.

Moreover, the expected explosion was delayed by a full three seconds. The Eighth Route Guerrillas installed delayed fuses on the artillery shells, specifically targeting targets in the woods and behind bunkers.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The entire forest was shaking.

The artillery salvos, directed by the platoon leader himself, plowed through the pile of rocks like a comb.

More than 20 Japanese paratroopers who had just set up their Type 92 heavy machine guns were blown away.

A paratrooper sergeant rolled on the ground holding a burning grenade launcher. In a blink of an eye, he was ignited into a fireball by the incendiary bomb he was carrying, and a miserable Japanese scream was heard.

"Is this a guerrilla force?"

Yoshida cursed, his tone full of disbelief.

As for it?
A guerrilla group equipped with so many mortars?
This is simply a waste of natural resources!

This is called the Eighth Route Army Guerrillas, what are the Locust Army?
But after cursing in his heart for a while, he realized that the most elite Japanese paratroopers, who were extremely skilled in individual combat, had suffered more than thirty casualties in one encounter, and now there were less than a hundred of them. Gritting his teeth, Yoshida shouted the order:

"Light machine guns provide cover, and the rest of the paratroopers put on bayonets!"

Yoshida's knife tip trembled in the smoke. He had to fight his way out, otherwise they would all die.

The Japanese mounted bayonets on their cavalry rifles. Even their submachine guns had bayonets, and the Type 44 cavalry rifle was no exception. The Japanese even wanted to mount bayonets on light machine guns and heavy machine guns.

In addition to the machine gunner, Yoshida led the remaining eighty-odd paratroopers out of the Luanshilin grove and divided into three groups to attack the Eighth Route Army mortar position on the mountainside.

Dozens of chains of fire suddenly lit up behind the mountainside, and the dense sound of gunfire and artillery fire made a wild sound like tearing cloth.

Dozens of light machine guns and ten 20mm machine guns hidden on the reverse slope opened fire at the same time, and bullets and shells poured down on the Japanese who were attacking in a fan-shaped pattern like a rainstorm.

"Call me."

Li Chaoqun roared.

He operated a 20mm machine gun and fired at the Japanese, his hand constantly pressing the trigger. Almost every short burst of shot would blow a Japanese soldier into pieces.

rear.

It was a series of soldiers responsible for transporting ammunition, densely packed like ants.

(End of this chapter)