All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 152, Greatly Merciful and Greatly Compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva
"Hurry up, don't be afraid of wasting fuel, pour it all on, and leave it to the enemy anyway if you can't take it away."

The resident of the entire brigade department is now in chaos.

The Japanese army knew that they had no possibility of sticking to it. Some important documents and equipment could not be taken away, and they could not be left to the Eighth Route Army anyway.

The officer who usually commands other people to work with arrogance is now so anxious that he can do it himself.

Sprinkle precious fuel oil on the documents in the archives, and set the house ablaze.

Even so, there is not much time left for them.

The speed of their destruction cannot keep up with the speed of the Eighth Route Army.

The garrison commander Sato Dazuo hurried in with a few guards: "General, general..."

Major General Yamasho Taro, who was in communication with Taiyuan, came out of the room and said, "I'm here, is there any bad news?"

With the series of bad news today, he no longer expects to hear good news.

The hurried officers stopped at the same time and listened.

The bad news that comes at this time is very likely to determine their fate, so they can't help but not take it seriously.

"I came from the front line, and the Eighth Route's attack was very fierce, leaving only the last line of defense. And both the left and right flanks found that the Eighth Route was making a detour, and I have no troops at hand to stop them."

Sato no longer cared about how much shock the public announcement of bad news would bring to those who heard it.

This is a fact of what is happening, an ironclad fact.

Moreover, there is no time for everyone to prepare.

The hearts of the officers who heard the bad news trembled. How could it be so bad?
Knowing that the enemy had entered the city, they immediately dispatched most of their troops, including more than 200 lightly wounded and more than 300 people in the hospital, to the front line.

One and a half squadrons, relying on the streets to build three lines of defense, thought they could last at least two hours, giving them enough time to arrange their retreat.

What now...can't you hold on for an hour?

Yamasho Taro's eyes widened with anger, and his tone was full of disbelief: "300 people, that is, [-] pigs, can't be killed in an hour. How could they lose so quickly?"

"It's hard to say a sentence or two clearly."

Dazuo Sato shook his head: "I only know that if there is no one to stop, the last line of defense is broken, and the Eighth Route will attack here.

General, please leave quickly, I will fulfill my duty as a garrison commander, stick to the last moment, and buy time for you to break through. "

It's not that he is brave and fearless and not afraid of death, but everyone is afraid of death.

As the commander of the garrison, he must bear this responsibility.The garrison was completely lost, and the city fell into enemy hands.

Even if Sato Dazuo broke out alive, military discipline and regulations would kill him.

Rather than being judged for being cowardly and cowardly, it would be better to die in one's own post.

There is a reputation for dedicating to the cause of the empire and the emperor, so that his family can get some compensation and preferential treatment.

Needless to say, Yamasho Taro understood what he meant, whether it was out of respect or sadness, or to do something for him.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"General, please take care of my family, and let my son not participate in the war, come to the damn battlefield."

"I promise you, go at ease."

When a person is about to die, his words are good.

I remember that during the exchange two years ago, Sato also said that his boy was very brave and wanted to apply for the military academy and become a brave imperial soldier.

At that time, the empire was advancing bravely and occupying a vast territory in half a year, and the revolution was just around the corner.

Now, it turns out that they have fallen into a life-threatening quagmire, and if they want to pull out the thighs that are deep in it, they will have to pay the price of blood.

Sato Osamu took the last bit of force that he had squeezed out, the NO.

"General, the time is too short. The investigation troops have not returned yet. At present, the main force of the Eighth Route has not been found on the east, west, and south sides. Where are we going to break through?"

Chief of Staff Nishizawa asked the most critical question.

Their biggest problem now is like being blind, and they don't know anything about the enemies outside the city.

There are three directions to break through. If you choose the right one, you can escape and ascend to heaven. If you choose the wrong direction, you will bump into the enemy. Maybe they will have to confess.

"Let the troops at the east and west gates pretend to be my main force and break out immediately."

"All the rest of the headquarters gather and follow me to withdraw from the south gate."

Yamasho Taro is definitely an experienced and ruthless commander.

In order to achieve the main purpose, he can let nearly 200 people die without hesitation.Divert the attention of the Eighth Route Army and create opportunities to break through.

The officers standing in the courtyard were like mirrors in their hearts, and they all knew the mystery of this.

Isn't it natural to sacrifice some people for the sake of the overall situation?

No one will object.

Even later, they may become the price of being abandoned and sacrificed.

They can only pray to their gods in their hearts.

Pray for good luck and don't encounter such a bad situation.

The road outside the city was difficult, so he gave up the high-end car, Yamasho Taro boarded a truck and sat in the co-pilot.

Senior military officers have trucks and motorcycles to ride on, and drive directly to Nancheng.

Low-level officers and soldiers at the grassroots level wished they could grow two legs and run desperately to keep up.

The sound of guns and guns was getting closer and closer to them. It might not be long before the Eighth Route Army was about to call.

The garrison headquarters of the Japanese army was captured without much resistance. The Japanese army knew very well that there was no point in defending it.

Arranging barricades on the streets, people entering residential areas, and blocking the way of attack is the key.

Standing at the garrison headquarters, the watchtower that the Japanese army used to monitor, Chen Hao used the walkie-talkie in his hand to continuously report the enemy's location to the attacking troops.

There is no doubt that in the street fighting where Lao Liu is rampant, it is very important to find the enemy one step ahead.

It's just that it's not a panacea.

Not long ago, the Japanese army added some artillery power.

The two [-]-type infantry artillery did not hesitate to blast the shells, smashing the brick walls on both sides of the street to increase the obstacles of the attack.

More critically, they changed the usage of the grenades.

The grenadier team, in a team of two, takes advantage of the grenadier hitting a parabola.

Enter the courtyard of a private house that can provide concealment effects, one of them will act as the observation commander, and the other will launch without vision according to the information provided.

The grenades fired by the grenades frequently fell on the heads of the Eighth Route Attacking Troops, causing heavy casualties.

It also blocked their offensive momentum.

Standing on a high place, Chen Hao could see the enemies lying on the walls and roofs as observers, but he could not point out the Japanese soldiers using the grenades.

A grenade fired from a grenade fell on the roof not far from Li Yunlong, causing a rain of gravel.

The tiger who was so frightened that Li Yunlong fell under him couldn't stand the stimulation: "Commander, you should retreat a bit, even if you hurt a little, the political commissar will not let me go."

Unable to control Li Yunlong's going to the front line, Zhao Gang put pressure on those around him.

Even if Hu Zi had Li Yunlong backing him up, he was afraid that Commissar Zhao would make sense to him.

Besides, this place is really dangerous, the cold gun shot from nowhere, the grenade grenade that suddenly fell.

In just a short while, he encountered several dangers.

Huzi was really afraid that something would happen to Li Yunlong, so he worried about him.

"What's more dangerous than this is that I haven't experienced it before. The little devil who can kill me hasn't been born yet!"

When Li Yunlong just fell down, the back of his head touched the ground, his head was somewhat dizzy, but his mouth was still stubborn.

However, he took the risk to go to the front line in person, and the effect was naturally good.

When the soldiers saw the regiment leader standing with them, their morale increased by [-]%.

Even those who have been injured and cannot go to the line of fire with minor injuries still insist on fighting.

Li Yunlong climbed on the wall on Huzi's shoulders, and could see part of the battlefield.

This should be the last line of defense of the Japanese army, but it wasted more time than breaking through the first two lines of defense.

Could it be that the only way to destroy them is to wait for the detoured troops to arrive?
At that time, the devil major general might have run away.

"Haozi, you have a lot of ideas, is there any way?"

Li Yunlong himself didn't realize it, and when he encountered a critical and difficult question, he must ask Chen Hao if he had the opportunity.

"Yes! Bringing the tanks in will solve the problem. The devil's [-] infantry artillery can't do anything to him, but our tanks can crush the enemy with impunity."

This answer made Li Yunlong want to roll his eyes.

The decision not to drive in the tanks was a joint decision they discussed before.

Thirty to forty tons of big guys will not only destroy the roads in the city, but will also be restricted by the narrow streets of the city, which may create opportunities for the enemy to destroy them.

Besides, I didn't expect it before, and it's too late to drive in now.

It's better to wait for the detoured troops on the left and right to fight over, that may be faster.

"Is there really no other way?" Li Yunlong asked unwillingly.

After a while of silence, thinking that this was the last line of defense of the Japanese army, Chen Hao said:

"Have someone give me an eighth-nine heavy machine gun, and I will suppress the attacking troops with a wave of firepower from the commanding heights, creating an opportunity."

Li Yunlong vetoed it without hesitation: "No, the machine gun can be sent there, but you can't use it. Borrow your high-tech equipment and let the machine gunner use it."

The commanding heights are what both the enemy and the enemy want to seize. In this battlefield with a radius of several hundred meters, Chen Hao is in the best position and has the best view at this time.

The reason why the Japanese army did not move him was that there was no threat at all.

Whether the view position is good or not, it is too dark to see anything clearly.

But it's a different matter to set up machine guns there, and the condescending strike can cover most of the Japanese positions.

The little devil is not a fool, and the guns will definitely greet them with all their strength.

Being able to use a machine gun for 1 minute in that position can generate huge benefits. Machine gunners who use machine guns basically have to say goodbye to this world.

Having brought weapons and equipment from three divisions, as well as a large amount of supplies, Chen Hao's importance is beyond doubt.

If he was injured and died, Li Yunlong had no doubt that he would have to let the brigade commander get his skin peeled and cramp.

Standing on the commanding heights and being an observer is already risky enough.

As a machine gunner, Chen Hao has lived enough, but Li Yunlong has not lived enough.

"Haha I have the machine gun, don't worry so much, the little devil wants my life, he doesn't have that ability yet."

Chen Hao understood Li Yunlong's worries, and knew that he would most likely not compromise.

He simply took out a spare heavy weapon from his portable space...a merciful six-barreled Gatling machine gun.

The rate of fire of 1 rounds in [-] minute is the highest among heavy machine guns.

The gun in his hand weighed [-] kilograms alone, and a [-] kilogram bullet box weighed [-] kilograms in total.

Either it has to be mounted on a vehicle, or it can only be used as a fixed turret.

However, Chen Hao didn't have so many difficulties using the Gatling machine gun.

The increased strength of his arms allowed him to lift the heavy gun body as easily as holding two AK[-]s.

Use the portable space to load the bullet box, and there will be no load problem.

There is no need to worry about using it alone, just fire it.

The dark night can release the demons in people's hearts.The opportunity was right in front of him, and Chen Hao wanted to give it a try to see how effective this configuration would be.

Turn on the motor, and the six long barrels rotate rapidly in one direction. Standing at the highest point, Chen Hao pointed the gun at the Japanese army position in the distance, and pressed the trigger button.

The merciful and compassionate Gatling Bodhisattva is about to show off his might!
Large-caliber bullets were fired one after another, continuously.

The Gatling machine gun in Chen Hao's hand was like extending a lightsaber hundreds of meters long with bullets, smearing wantonly on the ground.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers who were shooting each other with the Japanese army in the streets and alleys picked up another scene that they will never forget in their lives.

The rain of bullets shot obliquely from above was like a sharp meat grinder, smashing the Japanese soldiers it encountered into a pile of minced meat in an instant.

Just a few seconds.

The little devils behind the sand barrier on the street, including the weapons in their hands, were all shattered.

Chen Hao's goal is much more than that.

The [-]-type infantry gun with a steel shield, and the gunner behind the gun.

The devil soldier who hides behind the wall and keeps shooting coldly.

All the Japanese soldiers that the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army could not deal with just now, as far as they could see, were all ground to pieces in front of the merciful Gatling Bodhisattva.

You know, if this thing hits the top of the tank condescendingly, it can also be destroyed.

At this moment, there is nothing that can block Gatling in Chen Hao's hand.

Standing on the commanding heights, Chen Hao is the god of death, bringing death to the Japanese army with dense bullet rain.

Two boxes of fifty kilograms of ammunition were emptied, and bullet casings piled up all over the floor.

In exchange, the Japanese defensive positions were turned upside down, and the No. 30 little devil was torn to pieces.

"Don't stand still, rush with me!"

The cadre who reacted first shouted, armed with a Type [-] assault rifle, jumped out of the trench like a cheetah, and launched an attack on the Japanese army's position full of pieces of meat.

(End of this chapter)