All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 205, more than half of the casualties of the independent regiment
"Damn, these little devils are dying? Aren't they afraid of the plane overhead and throwing bombs on their heads?!"

The squad leader, who was shooting with a Type [-] heavy machine gun, complained angrily at the top of his voice.

He had fought a war for a year, and he had never seen a fight like this.

A few meters away, the deputy shooter was shooting short bursts with an assault rifle: "If you blow it up, it will blow up. Fuck, there are a lot of devils anyway, so it's not a bad thing to go to see the king of Hades."

The momentum of the devil's attack was very fierce. There were too few of them, and everyone wanted to split it in half and use it.

The bullet was opened and used, and the effect was very significant.

As the secondary shooter, he sustained an attack and killed seven enemies.

Based on the simple concept of the soldiers, killing one is enough, and they see their own lives very clearly.

"Damn it, die as soon as you die, I've already made enough money!"

The squad leader manipulated the heavy machine gun and fired more fiercely, the bullets were accurate and ruthless.

The Japanese army who was attacking more than 300 meters away was bitten by bullets so tightly that they dared not raise their heads lying on the ground.

An accident is an injury, and a more serious one is death.

In the command post of the regiment, Li Yunlong pursed his lips and held the binoculars in his hand, staring straight at the forward position, where the Japanese army was attacking for the third time.

The speed and efficiency of the Japanese attack was not as good as the previous two.

In the sky, a huge flying formation has already arrived above the position.

After suffering from the portable air defense missiles, the Devil's aircraft no longer dared to descend to an altitude below 3000 meters to carry out precise dive bombing.

It seems that it is going to carry out horizontal carpet bombing at the current height.

Li Yunlong has heard people say that there is a difference between the two.

High level bombing, bombs can be thrown inaccurately.

For example, if you aim at a big tree and throw a bomb, it is not uncommon for the bomb to fall 3000 meters away from the big tree after falling 500 meters.

In other words, the Japanese army that is launching an attack is very likely to be severely bombed by their own air force.

"It's evil, is the little devil so desperate?"

Li Yunlong was a little puzzled.

It is not uncommon for the Imperial Association Army to be used as cannon fodder, and the little Japanese will not spare even their own people, and they are so stubborn as cannon fodder.

Aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of frontline soldiers?

From the valley behind, suddenly four large sky-piercing monkeys soared into the air one by one, and flew towards the Japanese air formation one after another.

The Japanese planes discovered these uninvited guests, and they all carried out emergency operations to avoid danger.

The queue in the air suddenly became chaotic.

Visible missile deterrence.

Of course, if the plane can avoid the missile by moving its position casually, the missile cannot have that kind of deterrence.
The four missiles, like bullets with eyes, brushed past some Japanese aircraft.

When the pilots were lucky to escape, they hit the planes around them and released a beautiful big firework.

"My God!"

"God is above!"

The living people are all exclaiming.

Any efforts they made seemed to be in vain, and whichever one the eight-way missiles wanted to hit, they couldn't escape.

It's luck to survive, isn't it?

I can only pray to God to bless me and let myself have good luck.

"All hits, the devil's planes seem to be in disarray." The radar station chief murmured.

He wasn't quite sure if it had the desired effect other than hitting the destroyed plane.

In any case, let the second launch vehicle be ready.

Li Yunlong looked at the four planes that were blown up in the sky, not too much joy, but also a little dissatisfied: "Why only four planes were shot down, isn't there still a lot of missiles?"

"Old Li, what do you think it is? It's under the planes!" Zhao Gang asked.

The explosion of the plane produced a lot of fragments, all of which fell freely downward and hit the heads of the attacking Japanese army.

Also incidentally killed a few unlucky ones.

Just as Li Yunlong was about to say that it was nothing more than debris from the plane, he suddenly noticed that there were some silvery-white light spots falling from the sky, like clusters of small flames.

What it was, he didn't know either.

It was carried by the devil's plane, so it is definitely not a good thing.

The messy Japanese flight formation began to throw bombs at the Eighth Route Army's position according to the established target.

It looked like a flying bird laying eggs.

An aerial bomb loaded with a large amount of explosives roared down from the sky.

When an aerial bomb weighing at least tens of kilograms fell on the ground, a column of mud tens of meters high was immediately set off, billowing black smoke into the air.

The shock wave lifted the sandbags weighing hundreds of catties, leaving only a deep pit with a radius of about ten meters at the bomb drop point.

Within 50 meters of the bomb drop point, there is almost no chance of survival.

It looked like he was in good shape, but his internal organs had been shattered by the shock wave.

After the bomb-dropping plane in front flew by, the bomb thrown by the plane behind exploded in the air, scattering silvery-white light spots.

Li Yunlong was numb.

He has already seen the effect of those fluttering silver spots falling on the ground.

Wherever it falls, it will catch fire, and it will not be immune to human beings.

Li Yunlong saw many Japanese soldiers being set on fire, got up from the ground and ran wildly.

The wind helps the fire, not only has no effect, but also burns more violently.

Whoever sees the whole human-shaped torch is afraid.

The rest of the Japanese soldiers chose to shoot and end the suffering of those soldiers.

Now the devils spread this thing on their own positions.

What's the matter, I'm afraid that the people on the battlefield are not dead, so they have to burn it again?
The falling flames, like the bombs in front, completely covered the position and the surrounding mountains.

Not only the earth is burning, but even the tops of the mountains are burning, turning into flaming mountains.

Zhao Gang was dumbfounded: "This is an incendiary bomb, and the devil is getting more and more frenzied."

He couldn't think of another word to describe it.

If he was in that position, how desperate would he be?

Of course, war is so cruel. If there is a more cruel and effective method to win, the generals will readily agree to use it.

Li Yunlong hesitated for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie: "Activate the third defensive position immediately."

"Third Battalion Commander, take the rest of the people back and go behind the three defensive positions."

On the second defensive position, I am afraid that there will be no living people.

The fortifications on the position were destroyed so badly that even if they were regained at a heavy price, it would be difficult to hold them.

Lose a defensive position a day, and the last defensive position is left.

With this retreat, the independent regiment has no room to retreat.

Otherwise it means the failure of the task.

Before the flames were completely burnt out, the vanguard of the Japanese army took the risk and immediately seized the second defensive position.

They met no resistance.

The Japanese soldiers didn't even have the idea of ​​stabbing the corpse with a bayonet to make up a knife.

Because the people on the battlefield were already dead, and their bodies were scorched by incendiary bombs, and they would crumble as soon as they moved.

Hisao Tani, who was watching the battle from the rear, laughed wildly after receiving the news from the front line.

He is quite satisfied with this coordinated attack.

"Is there a third position ahead? Continue to call for air force support, I will make it the grave of the Eighth Route Army!"

Gu Hisao raised his voice an octave, and ordered with full confidence.

Now that we have figured out the way to success, it is not a problem to have ten to eight positions, let alone one or two positions.

"The No.13 Regiment lost a lot. Adding all the infantry squadrons together, you can't make up a complete brigade."

Tokutaro Tokutaro's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he became more and more unconfident, and swallowed his pleading words.

Gu Hisao withdrew his gaze: "We have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders, and the higher-ups are watching!
My Sixth Division must overcome all difficulties and win the Eighth Route Arsenal as quickly as possible at all costs. "

All the senior officers present knew it.

The higher the combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army changed to new weapons, the more important the arsenal in the valley became.

What is at all costs?
Even if the entire Sixth Division is wiped out, it must be done.

Eighty planes are dispatched to support at every turn, and this is not just a joke.

If it can't be done in the end, one person present counts as one, and no one can think about it.

Gu Hisao said with a serious face: "Everyone, a lot of time has been wasted now, we can't give Eight Roads time to sabotage.

Now there is no slack in the slightest, and we must continue to work harder to defeat the Eighth Route Army in one go.

Do you understand? "

Many officers stood at attention and raised their heads and answered in unison: "Understood!"

The officers returned to their posts, exerting pressure on the next level, squeezing the last potential of the military personnel.

The capture of the second defensive position just now is far from the end.

It can be seen as a new beginning.

The artillery bombarded the infantry and rushed, and the infantry rushed after the artillery bombarded.

One more sentence should be added to the new tactics: the infantry rushes at the plane, and after the plane bombs, the infantry rushes.

Throughout the day, the Japanese Air Force dispatched a total of 370 sorties to bombard the Independence Regiment.

The third defensive position was lost by the first bombing.

Under the cover of rocket launchers, the soldiers brazenly launched a counterattack, competing for positions with the Japanese troops rushing to the position.

Every time it was not long after it was taken back, Japanese planes came to bomb it.

The position changed hands six times and was retaken again.

The aerial bombs blew up the position into the moon, and there are pits everywhere.

The incendiary bombs burned all the soil black, and the air was filled with the smell of burning barbecue.

The fighters of the independent regiment held their positions in such an environment.

On this day, the Independence Regiment paid a heavy price, and the Japanese army also paid a heavy price.

There were corpses everywhere on the ground that were too late to bury.

The No.13 Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army was completely disabled by noon.

The captain of the regiment was killed in the eighth attack, and finally the entire regiment was forced to withdraw from the battle.

The newly replaced No.20 Third Regiment of the Japanese Army suffered a total of more than [-] casualties during the battle throughout the afternoon, and the strength of the three squadrons was consumed.

Every time the Japanese army came to bomb the formation of planes, several planes were shot down every time.

In addition to the affected and faulty ones, 65 aircraft were lost in one day, and there are many new models behind them.

The wreckage of more than [-] aircraft was left in the valley, just like an aircraft grave.

The general who commanded the air force was about to grit his teeth from the pain. He had never been through such misery in his life. Are the eight-way missiles running out?

Even if he was unwilling, he had to continue to send planes to cooperate with the army in combat.

All day long, when night falls,
It is extremely unfriendly to air force bombing, and it is very prone to getting lost and accidentally bombing.

The air force was forced to stop supporting, and the intensity of the war on the ground dropped completely.

The night is silent.

The soldiers seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength in their bodies, leaning against the trenches, not even willing to move their fingers.

This battle is too tiring.

The cruelty of the war, the unprecedented intensity.

They all wondered if they would live to see tomorrow.

But what about living until tomorrow?
The war will go on, and that bitch Lady Luck won't always be on their side.

People are always going to die, it's nothing more than early death and late death.

Or die under some kind of weapon.

The wreckage of the plane left on the mountain wall is like the eyes of the mountain, quietly looking at the valley.

In the eyes of nature, this war must be ridiculous, right?

Zhao Gang leaned against the rock with a haggard face, looking at the sky like a philosopher.

He went to the field hospital not long ago, and there were wounded people crying out for pain, many of them were simply bandaged, and it was not their turn to deal with them yet.

Several surgeons who were urgently transferred yesterday have already performed operations for one day.

No matter how quickly they rescued them, they couldn't keep up with the increasing speed of the wounded.

After the battle, Zhao Gang got statistics. The number of wounded in the field hospital increased by 400 a day, while the number of dead and sacrificed nearly doubled to nearly [-] people.

The regiment suffered a total of [-] casualties, accounting for half of the regiment's establishment.

Nearly two-thirds of the four infantry battalions suffered combat casualties.

The logistics staff and even the cooks in the cooking class have already picked up their guns and are always ready for the next battle.

It's been almost a year since Zhao Gang came to the Independence Group, and it's the first time he's seen the Independence Group in such a miserable state.

Many familiar faces withered and disappeared, and it was torture for the living.

Zhao Gang is not qualified to grieve, he must be strong and give confidence to the soldiers, otherwise the army will collapse in a short time.

In fact, even he himself was worried.

Judging from the current situation, let alone sticking to it for seven days, four days is enough.

"Old Zhao, why are you here?"

Li Yunlong who came over was startled when he saw his face clearly.

"Why can't I be here." Zhao Gang supported the stone and stood up straight: "Old Li, I am your political commissar and partner, so I have the right to intervene!"

Li Yunlong nodded: "Yes, yes, I didn't hide it from you, but I didn't have time to tell you."

The wind on the top of the mountain is a bit strong, and it blows bitingly.

Li Yunlong leaned against the north wind, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and took one: "By the way, do you want it?"

Zhao Gang never smoked, and never drank alcohol before.

This time, instead of refusing, he asked for a cigarette.

With the cruelty of today's war, he couldn't help wondering how long he could live, and wanted to try anything.

The lighter was lit, and Zhao Gang took a puff and choked and coughed.

It's like he can't drink alcohol anyway, and he can't figure it out, why should he smoke?
This stuff is so choking, it's not pleasant at all.

It doesn't seem to have the effect of relieving fatigue.

Li Yunlong skillfully swallowed the clouds and smoked out half a cigarette in one breath:
"This battle cannot continue to be fought like this. It is impossible to hold on to it. We must find a way to break the situation."

(End of this chapter)