All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 181, Moment of Crisis

Twelve rockets fell and hit a large area.

After the explosion ended, Major Moto got up from the ground in disgrace.His helmet fell off, and the dust fell from his hair in a flick.

He spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva, and spit out the dust that poured into his mouth.

Looking at the destroyed artillery position, Major Benno felt sad from his heart: "Damn it, it's another rocket launcher."

Faced with such a violent bombardment, the Japanese army, who knew the truth, would no longer foolishly think that it was an artillery battalion firing.

But this is even more desperate.

A rocket launcher that is as light as the [-]-type infantry gun, a rocket launcher squad of five people, and enough rockets can form a firepower strike for an artillery battalion.

When the number of rockets gathered is enough, all targets will be covered by rockets, turned into fly ash and annihilated.

The Japanese army, which once had the advantage of artillery fire, became nothing in front of rocket artillery.

The transformation of strong and weak forms is really unacceptable.

But even if Shao Zuo Benye didn't accept it in his heart, he had to face the reality.

He must solve the predicament, otherwise the falling rockets will wipe out all the chips in his hand.

"Pass my order, the first and second squadrons press forward across the board, and fight close to the Eighth Route Army."

"As long as we get close enough to the Eighth Route, their artillery advantage will definitely not be able to be used."

Major Benno added that he was speaking to the messenger as well as himself.

This trick was learned from the Eighth Route Army.

In the past, in order to limit their firepower advantage, the Eighth Route Army would rush forward to fight with bayonets if they could not fire a few shots in battle.

If you have me in both sides, you will not be able to play the firepower advantage of artillery and machine guns.

But things are not the same now after all.

Both the enemy and the enemy have automatic firearms in their hands, and they can kill people when they get close. There are almost no large-scale bayonet battles.

As we get closer to combat, can we make the eight-way shooter avoid the use of rocket launchers on a large scale?

"I hope it will be as I imagined." Major Moto was really confused.

In the current situation, he almost lost the possibility of leading troops into the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army and capturing the leader of the Eighth Route Army alive.

Continuing to persist now is nothing more than a gamble and another possibility.

The third team, which disappeared after rushing into the village, is currently on its way in a different way.

The team leader who led the team had a topographic map of the village in his hand, drawing in detail the layout of the village's houses, where the gates opened, how many wells were there, and where they were located.

If the villagers of this village saw this map, their jaws would drop in shock.

The place where they have lived all their lives can be known to outsiders with a detailed map.

The maps drawn by the Japanese army are so detailed and terrifying. The earliest ones can be traced back to the Sino-Japanese War of [-]-[-]. They even know how many guns on the coastal defense fort can be fired than the defenders.

The third team did not take the village road.

The squad leader drew a circuitous route on the map in his hand.

Holding the crudely made ladder not long ago, the soldier detoured to the rear of the second line of defense by climbing the wall and piercing the roof.

Zhou Shuren once said: There are no roads in the world, if there are many people walking, the road will become a road.

Such an unconventional way completely exceeded the expectations of the defenders.

After all, I didn't plan to use this place as a battlefield before, so there were a lot of negligence in defense in a hurry.

However, planning has not always been smooth sailing.

The closer the village was to the core, the more villagers and cadres of the Eighth Route Army gathered. Not only did the method of climbing walls and passing through houses not work, but people discovered it.

Seeing a reflective helmet suddenly appearing on the wall, the female nurse who was comforting the wounded cried out in shock: "Demon, the little devil is here!"

Everyone in the yard was fried.

"Notify the troops quickly."

"Evacuate the crowd and run!"

Like ordinary people, medical staff have never learned how to fight, and they are not even equipped with a pistol for self-defense.

The wounded soldiers in the hospital are all veterans of the special service regiment, who just retired from the front line today.

They can shoot and fight.

But the key is that there is no gun in hand, who would have thought that the devil would actually touch the field hospital?

The little devil who climbed the wall and looked back retracted his head. After a few breaths, a few black grenades were thrown in through the courtyard wall.

"Pick it up and throw it back."

"Get down."

A squad leader with a leg injury reacted very quickly. He rushed over from the stretcher with all his strength, picked up a grenade and threw it back.

The Type [-] cantaloupe grenade of the Japanese army has a burning fuse for four to five seconds.

Pull out the insurance, knock on the helmet and throw it over, because it only takes a second or two because there is a wall.

From landing to picking it up and throwing it out, there is only one or two seconds of reaction time, and the opportunity is fleeting.

Only a few people reacted, picked up the grenade and threw it back.

Accompanied by the rumbling explosion, the fragments of the bomb killed all personnel within a radius of seven meters, and the wounded soldiers of the Eighth Route Army skillfully lay down on the ground to avoid the explosion.

The fragments of the explosion flew past him along with the stones lifted up.

As long as it is not too close, there is a high probability that it will not be killed by fragments.

in the yard next door.

The Japanese army who threw the grenade reaped the consequences.

When the grenade thrown back by the backhand flew into the air, it exploded because the fuze burned out.

The soldier watched the grenade flying back and subconsciously closed his eyes.

As soon as the grenade exploded, a large number of metal fragments pierced the soldiers like raindrops.

Many felt remorse.

Hell, who would have thought anyone could throw a grenade back?

That kind of subconscious reaction and desperate operation cannot be done by non-military elites.

If they had known that there was such a person on the opposite side, they would have kept the grenade in their hands for two seconds before throwing the grenade.

It's too late to regret now.

Two [-]-type grenades were thrown back and exploded in the air. A single grenade with a killing radius of seven to ten meters covered almost everyone in the yard.

More than a dozen people in a small team were either killed or injured, which is a tragic word in capital letters.

"Throw the grenade one more time, and count for two seconds before throwing it."

Cao Chang, who had several fragments stuck in his body, saw that the sub-leader was shot through the head by the fragments, took the initiative to take over the command, and gave orders to those who were still alive.

Don't blow up the people in the opposite yard.

Those who have already died will die with regret, and those of them who have been injured will die with regret in a short time.

"Go quickly, leave us alone, none of us can leave with us."

"No, I can't leave you here."

"Grenade, lie down quickly."

The grenades that exploded in the air, and the grenade fragments that fell like raindrops, stabbed and wounded the people who had not had time to evacuate.

There are many touching stories in the war.

But not everyone is lucky enough to survive and tell the story to future generations.

The exposed Japanese soldiers were found, baring their fangs.

They don't know where the head of the Eighth Route Army headquarters is, but anyway, those gathered here, whether they are the Eighth Route Army or ordinary people, are their "enemies."

Anyway, kill anyone you see, that's right.

The little devils came in groups, rushing out like wolves into a herd of sheep, and the bursts of submachine guns provided great convenience for their killing.

The grenades they carried with them were like a carnival, and they were thrown at any courtyard they could see at will.

As long as there are people inside, it can cause damage with certainty.

The deputy chief of staff who led the mobile unit on the front line only realized it later.One of his negligence actually caused the little devil to detour to the rear and kill wantonly.

Deep remorse welled up in his heart, and the deputy chief of staff's teeth were almost gritted.

"The people in the eighth row will follow me, and the rest will continue to stand firm. Even if they hit the last person, they will be nailed to the position."

Picking up an assault rifle, the deputy chief of staff directly took the lead and killed him back.

Regret and anger occupied his heart, and he had completely lost his usual calmness and rationality.

at the same time.

Hearing the sound of explosions and gunshots right next to his ears, the boss's face was so heavy that water dripped out: "What's going on, did the Japanese army send a regiment to kill them?"

He didn't name them, but he was obviously dissatisfied with the deputy chief of staff who commanded the defense.

The guard company commander who was guarding the courtyard rushed in with a few people: "Second chiefs, a small group of enemies has entered the village. I will lead people to cover the two chiefs to avoid it first."

The boss widened his eyes and said angrily: "It's just a small group of enemies, what are you afraid of? Is it possible that your guards are just for nothing? You don't need to protect me, go and wipe them out!"

There is only one platoon left in the guard company to protect the head of the headquarters.

The other two platoons went to help evacuate government personnel and ordinary people.

The troops are scattered, and the last remaining force is sent out to exchange fire with the enemy. If an enemy comes over, who can afford it if something happens to the boss?

Master Liu winked at the company commander of the guard, and it was hard for him to persuade him, so he had to let people do it.

"Chief, then I'm sorry." The company commander of the guard was clever and waved at the soldiers: "Quick, escort the chief to leave."

When reasoning does not work, it is enough to cook raw rice and cooked rice.

The soldiers of the guard company knew that this was for the chief's benefit, and carried out the order without hesitation. They went up and hugged the boss's arm one by one, almost lifting him up and taking him away.

"What are you doing, let me go, do you still have discipline!" The boss's face turned red and he struggled hard.

In his opinion, this is an act of desertion, and isn't it completely unbeatable?
He can go, but what about the staff of the headquarters and the common people.

The company commander of the guard followed beside him and said: "Chief, you can shoot me after the matter is over. But now you still listen to me and move to a safe place."

He was really worried about the safety of the boss.

The boss is always the soul of the headquarters. Anyone can do without the headquarters, but no matter what, the boss cannot be lost.

Even if disobedience was finally shot, the guard company commander was willing.

Just as they walked out of the yard, a soldier ran over and said to the guard company commander: "Section Chief Zhao has brought people back, and they are cleaning up the enemy."

"They're back, have the enemies over there been wiped out?" Mr. Liu asked in surprise.

According to the previous report, the enemies who attacked the checkpoint guards with fake eyes should have at least dozens of people, the size of a small team.

The chief of the security section brought a special agent company, only about a hundred people.

With such a fast speed, could it be that the enemy over there was defeated, so that he could bring people back?
The soldier who reported the letter said: "The enemy is all wiped out. Consultant Chen did it himself. When Section Chief Zhao took us there, the enemy was all dead."

This is even more surprising.

"The threat is gone, there is no need to transfer, you don't need to carry me away."

As soon as the boss said to the two soldiers beside him, they consciously let go of their arms.

The guard company commander who advocated the transfer was extremely embarrassed, and retreated silently to the corner, avoiding the sight of the boss.

The boss actually didn't mean to blame him. Who can blame a loyal person who is good for himself?

The most rare thing is loyalty, followed by ability.

Chen Hao personally killed dozens of enemies. The boss was very concerned about this matter and asked about the specific situation of that soldier.

I heard that the Dongfeng Warrior was treated like a tank, and Chen Hao personally operated the heavy machine gun on the roof to shoot back and forth, killing the enemy so easily.

The boss was both surprised and delighted, feeling quite emotional: "This Chen Hao is simply a natural killer, but he cannot be allowed to have the opportunity to fight."

Master Liu heard from Brigadier Chen last time that Chen Hao entered the Bank of Japan single-handedly and killed dozens of enemies.

This time it happened directly beside me.

He was amazed by it: "Yes, I heard that he used to say that he was a soldier who specialized in war before, and he was the most elite one. It's really not bragging."

Worry is inevitable.

If the earthen jar is not separated from the mouth of the well, the general will inevitably die before the battle.

No matter how capable people are, accidents will inevitably happen when they do risky things.

The value of Chen Hao to the Eighth Route Army does not lie in killing dozens of enemies, even if it kills hundreds or thousands, it is one thousandth to a million Japanese troops.

A large number of advanced weapons and equipment brought to him, as well as the latest arsenal production equipment, the value of these things is huge and immeasurable.

With advanced weapons, the Eighth Route Army has the ability to kill tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops and completely defeat the little devils.

With this understanding, they were naturally extremely nervous that Chen Hao would be hurt.

The boss asked with special concern: "Where is Chen Haoren, where did he go after the war? Could it be that he followed the spies to kill devils, and if so, bring him back as soon as possible."

Mr. Liu knows that the boss rarely cares about a certain person so nervously.

Of course, he cared just as much.

The soldier who reported the letter replied: "I heard that there was a fight in other directions. Consultant Chen asked for a squad of soldiers. They drove the car and were going to go around behind the enemy and kill the devils by surprise."

"Naughty..."

The boss wanted to say: He really regards himself as invincible, and he dared to go around and stab the devil's ass with ten people, what audacity.

When the words came to his lips, he insisted on holding back, it was too ugly to say so.

Afraid that Chen Hao would be wronged when he came back.

That's a smooth donkey who doesn't listen to harsh words.

The boss pursed his lips and said, "Tell him on the walkie-talkie, be careful, and when he comes back, I'll serve him a celebration drink."

(End of this chapter)