My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 349
"Here...there is another telegram from Saito General Sato asking for tactical guidance. How should we respond?" Kimura raised another piece of paper in his hand, with a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Tactical guidance? Huh! What a bunch of useless red deer! Are you scared out of your wits after losing a squadron? When did the soldiers of the Empire become so weak!?"

Kikuchi snorted coldly, and his words were full of taunts to the friendly army, without any politeness in his words: "The commander of the division is so stupid, he actually handed over the search wing to that coward. Pass the order, and the troops will speed up. After entering Lashio Immediately launch an attack on the enemy's position!"

Kimura smacked his tongue inwardly, so he, the captain from a big family, could speak so nonsense, if someone else dared to speak so outspokenly, he would have been punished long ago.

"Then us?"

"Well...Reply to Saito, the 128th Regiment will attack the enemy first and attract the attention of the enemy. If you want to talk about support...this is our greatest support, ho!"

With a haughty expression on his face, Juchi let out a low drink and rode away on the horse, leaving only Kimura shaking his head helplessly.

The entire 128th Regiment did not intend to hide their whereabouts at all. The troops marched quickly along the road with great momentum. What they wanted was to put pressure on the enemy and first destroy their inner line of defense.

"Huh...huh..."

The sky gradually became cloudy, and the wind began to howl, and it was already a scene of heavy rain.

At this time on the Shuangfeng Mountain, Meng Fan frowned and looked into the distance, the telescope seemed to be on his head, and he didn't take it off for a long time.

This arrogant and domineering play of the Japanese is indeed a bit bluffing. Originally, they planned to learn from Long Wenwen to launch a small sneak attack. Meng, who is already cautious, is annoyed when he sees this posture. He dares to go out and encounter difficulties, so he should be honest. the top of the hill.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderclap, followed by rain pouring down, and the majestic heavy rain instantly enveloped the misty world of splashes.

"Put the shells in the box first, find some canvas to cover the mortar, and move!"

"Put the gun down, don't get in the water, do you need me to say it after fighting for so long?"

"Not spicy, send a few more scouts out, the rain is too heavy and you can't see clearly from the bottom of the mountain!"

Meng Fanao walked through the position and commanded the soldiers to deal with this sudden situation. The rain drenched the soldiers' hearts, and the bad battlefield environment made everyone feel bad.

The heavy rain made the originally dry road muddy, and it also brought great obstacles to the soldiers on both sides. Not only did it become more difficult to move, but the visibility also rapidly decreased. The most important thing is that no one likes to fight in rainy days.

Seeing that the rain would not stop for a while, and worried that the dozens of mortars would be affected by the rain, Meng Faner hurriedly sent someone to the Japanese army warehouse to find some tents and set up curtains for the artillerymen.

And the Japanese army a few kilometers away may come over anytime and anywhere, and the soldiers in the trenches can only persevere in the rain with tears in their eyes.

In a single-soldier anti-gun bunker, Bu Lai was preparing to light a cigarette, but when he touched the breast pocket and the cigarette case with the fire color, it was soaked by the rain, and he smoked a woolen cigarette.

"The bastard's cover is dripping, and the pockets have become water curtain holes. Which purse still has cigarettes? Give me a few sips."

The soldiers around said no, they either ran out of smoke or got wet from the rain.

Bula leaned on the earth wall and sighed to the sky. It was a bit uncomfortable not to be able to smoke after getting addicted to cigarettes.At this time, an old soldier ran over, bowing his body like clutching some treasure.

"Commander, I still have two sticks, be careful not to get wet."

The veteran spoke Sichuan dialect, grinning and took out a few half-damp cigarettes from his pocket, and struck a match very politely.

Bu Lai readily accepted his kindness. Fortunately, although the cigarette was a bit wet, it could still be lit. After taking two puffs beautifully, the nourishment the smoke brought to the lungs finally made me feel much happier.

"Huh... tsk tsk, it's okay brother, it's still the old sword card, I owe you a pack and I'll pay you back when the supplies come up."

Saying that it was not spicy, he took all the remaining cigarettes over, and called the veterans to go into the bunker to smoke and smoke.

Now he is very addicted to cigarettes. Whenever a big battle is coming, he has to smoke a few to relieve the tension before the battle. This has become a personal habit.

"Oh, I don't know why (it doesn't matter) it should be done."

call out……

The veteran smiled and was about to bend down to enter the bunker when there was a scream in the sky.

The soldiers with sharp ears heard this and hurriedly drilled into the trenches, but the sound of thunder and rain covered up the sound of the shells to the greatest extent, and the soldiers didn't realize that the shelling had begun until the explosion sounded in their ears.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Intensive artillery fire came along with the roar of thunder, and it didn't take a while for the Shuangfeng Mountain position to explode. Sandbags and sawdust flew around, the mud was blown up into the sky, and the bodies of some unlucky soldiers were blasted to pieces.

"Don't show your head! Get into the bunker and hide!"

"Drag the heavy machine gun down, hurry up!"

A shell exploded next to Bula's anti-gun bunker, and he quickly hugged his head and leaned against the pothole, the mud on top of his head fell down, so fascinated that people almost couldn't keep their eyes open.

Bura raised his arms above his head to protect his eyes and looked out with difficulty. The veteran outside had disappeared, leaving only a pool of black blood and a few pieces of minced meat, nothing else.

The companion who was still chatting and laughing with me just now disappeared in front of his eyes, even Bu La, who was used to life and death, felt very uncomfortable.

"Your uncle, even has 75 field guns..." Meng Fanle, who was hiding on the ridge line, couldn't help complaining.

The Japanese bombardment is very intensive. Judging from the power of the impact point, in addition to the 92 infantry guns, there are also many 75mm field guns. This wing has definitely been strengthened.

"Hurry up, hurry up, retreat to the back!"

The sound of the explosion was getting closer and closer, and Meng Fan was so frightened that he hurriedly called people to run to the opposite slope.

On this not-so-precipitous hillside, the ridgeline is not safe, and our side is full of mortars. Only the 81-caliber M1 can barely reach the enemy, but it is impossible in this hazy heavy rain. Lock the position of the opponent's artillery position
"Leave a few observers on the ridgeline, and cheer up the artillery company. Once this wave of shelling is over, the devils will have to come up, and then give me a hard blast!"

Cannonballs were bombarded recklessly on the hillside. The soldiers who had not been suppressed by the enemy for a long time could only hug their heads and curl up in the trenches, praying that the shells would not fall on their heads.

The Shuangfeng Mountain position is already in a mess, thanks to the repair of many individual artillery bunkers in advance, otherwise it is unknown how many casualties will occur...

(End of this chapter)