My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 353
Some people think that fortifications are used to save lives. For a soldier, this view is correct, but for the army, the function of fortifications is to delay the time of death of soldiers.

You can calculate the time when all 100 soldiers are killed in the face of the enemy.If you stand on flat ground, you may be able to survive for 1 minute, simply dig a tunnel for defense, you can survive for half an hour, and planned, efficient and reasonable complex fortifications can help soldiers survive for several hours or even longer. This is the importance of positional fortifications.

At this moment, the two Y-shaped defensive positions are like insurmountable fortresses. The two infantry platoons with more than 400 people just blocked the three-hour three-hour attack of more than [-] Japanese troops.

The two positions are not only equipped with several machine guns, but also have several cross-firing points. There are also two mortar teams pouring shells in the center, plus support weapons such as flamethrowers and bazookas in the double work in the middle of the defense line. The firepower of the entire position The allocation was perfect, and the Japanese army who had been gnawing for a long time had nothing to do with it.

The battle for the Shuangfeng Mountain position had become intense, and the Japanese army had adopted a wheel-to-wheel battle. Once the front team's attack suffered setbacks and losses increased, the rear squadrons immediately stepped forward and took turns to fight, resolutely not giving the Chinese people a chance to breathe.

The soldiers were a little out of breath by this style of play, because they didn't have too many reserves, and there were only two groups of people to replace the first and second lines of defense, but they were still physically and mentally exhausted by the devil's endless offensive see-saw, and the number of deaths is increasing.

When this happened, the mortar company had to join the battle, and the frontier was instantly plunged into a sea of ​​explosions. The sudden increase in firepower caused the Japanese to suffer a lot. Countless soldiers were killed and injured, and the remaining little devils ignored them. The superior had no choice but to flee in embarrassment.

This made Captain Juchi very angry. Sure enough, the other party had hidden something cruel, and that sudden trembling directly killed half of the squadron. Are you angry?
The battle lasted from morning to evening, the little devil had to pay hundreds of casualties but still failed to win the position, and the arrogant Kikuchi had no choice but to withdraw his troops.

Bu Lai threw away his gun and leaned wearily on the sandbag. Looking at the retreating Japanese, he felt mixed emotions. His nerves, which had been tensed all day, could finally relax.

The exhausted soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, they leaned slowly on the edge of the trench in silence, there was no joy of victory, but a feeling of surviving after a catastrophe.

The heavy rain that had been raining for a whole day had gradually subsided now, the puddles on the ground had already been stained red with blood, and there were many bodies inside and outside the camp that had been soaked white by the rain.

Both sides have paid a huge price, and what makes people feel heavy is that this is only the first day, and it is not known how many bloody battles will come later.

Kikuchi also realized that this Chinese army was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined, so he had to change his combat strategy and stop rushing and fighting, racking his brains to think of other tricks.

Kimura walked into the tent slowly, seeing the classmate in front of him standing in a daze in front of the map, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable: "Kikuchi-kun..."

"Needless to say, blame me for being wrong this time. The Huaxia people on the opposite side really have a trick, so it's interesting."

Kikuchi is very stubborn, and uses the method of elevating his opponent to cover up his mistakes. He doesn't want to lose face in front of Kimura, who is both a classmate and a subordinate.

How could Kimura not know his temper, he just saw through and didn't say anything, and then said: "I think it's better to suspend the offensive. It's best to join the search team to attack together. This is the surefire way."

Kikuchi's face darkened in an instant. He even sent that satirical telegram in the morning, and now he is going to ask the other party to cooperate in the battle. Isn't this slapping himself in the face? How could he do such a thing with his pride.

Seeing Kikuchi's hesitation, Kimura sighed and persuaded again: "Let me talk to Saito in my name, for the sake of the empire, he should not be embarrassed."

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On the other side, Long Wenwen and his men quietly lurked on the only way for Saito's search team, originally planning to kill him by surprise and severely damage the opponent's main force in one fell swoop.

But as luck would have it, at this moment the sky began to rain cats and dogs, and the hundreds of soldiers hiding in the woods instantly became drowned.

While waiting anxiously, Long Wenwen appeases the agitated team, staying motionless in the jungle and soaking in the rain... This feeling is not pleasant at all, but they only have one chance, and no matter how uncomfortable it is, they have to endure it.

It's just that the enemy didn't come over after waiting for a long time. Even Long Wenwen couldn't hold back anymore. He sent someone to check it out again, and found that the search team didn't leave, and set up a tent directly on the spot. Stationed down.

"Damn it! How dare you let me go!"

Long Wenwen was so angry that he had been feeding the mosquitoes for a long time in this sweltering woods. This was not counted, but a heavy rain poured them a cold heart, and the other party stopped and refused to leave after the fuck was over. Who do you ask to justify this?

"Die, die, or we retreat, it's not easy to fight in this heavy rain, the brothers are very annoyed by the way they look now..."

Yao Ma leaned over and preached tremblingly, only to see that his lips were a little purple, and a lot of water could be squeezed out of his clothes.

Although the weather in northern Myanmar was not cold at the beginning of November, they were soaked by the heavy rain while wearing unlined clothes. Coupled with the strong wind, the soldiers squatted for a long time without eating a bite, and all of them trembled with their arms around their arms. It was not lightly frozen.

"It's not like that, what are you doing here? I can't wait for a ghost for a long time, and I'm so hungry."

Milong wiped the rainwater off his face, and the water droplets on the brim of the steel helmet kept falling like a curtain. He was tall and big, as if he had just been salvaged from the river.

Long Wenwen rubbed his chin, his eyes moved slightly thinking about what to do next, if he was definitely not willing to go back like this, but how could he pass after being tortured in the woods for a long time without getting any favors?

Although the situation on my side is a bit sad, the same little devil must not feel good. How can so many equipment work in this kind of weather? Maybe the armored vehicles will be stuck in the mud and unable to get out.

He simply slapped his thigh, and said decisively: "Touch and see, if it doesn't work, then withdraw, if there is a chance, let's just fuck him!"

"Hiss... I said, can you slap your own thigh?" Yao Ma grinned and screamed, while still rubbing his left thigh desperately. Long Wenwen's slap was for real. Swollen.

Long Wenwen didn't care about him, he squinted his eyes and said with a mean smile: "Lao Liu, Yangdanzi, you two are looking out for the wind. After the Falcon Squad is broken, I want you to take the brothers to keep a distance. Once you receive the news, attack immediately. Did you hear everything clearly?"

(End of this chapter)