All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 337, Street Fighting?Dogs don't fight
"I'm a god of the gods. It's not our place to eat meat. It's our turn to eat bones."

Looking at the sound of rocket bombs destroying the world in the distance, Kang Ya sent greetings from eight generations of Long Wenwen's ancestors who assigned the task in her heart.

Hundreds of rockets washed the ground, and people and buildings were blown into rubble.

Do the Erlian people still need to be beaten when they go up?
Just collect the corpses from the enemy directly, don't take it too easy.

Looking at the task I received, I have to lead dozens of people under my command to break through two streets, stand firm and divide the Japanese control area.

In real street fighting at close range, it is difficult to give full play to the advantage of firepower, and you will die if you are not careful.

Is this still done by someone?
Kang Ya was very dissatisfied, but because of the majesty of the officer, he had no choice but to obey orders.

"Sweep every room and start attacking!" Fortunately, he is still a deputy company commander, so he picked up the walkie-talkie to give orders, so he didn't have to go to the most dangerous front line.

The fully armed combat squad quickly approached along the base of the wall, climbed over the high wall and broke in.

The infantry company had been taught the essentials of street fighting.

The most important thing is concealment. In order to avoid being killed by the enemy's cold guns, combat troops should try to avoid appearing in wide areas such as roads.

Walking through the building, you must be good at using explosives to open up passages in the building, try to transfer from building to building, and avoid being exposed to the road for a long time.

Sweeping in buildings inevitably requires increased firepower.

Focus on strengthening the configuration of various explosives. You can carry enough bullets, but you must carry enough grenades.

Ideally, the vanguard should detect the enemy, strike with bazooka grenade, and greet the grenade before it is too late, and try to avoid a large number of indoor close-range combat.

In addition, there must be firmness, with destroying the enemy as the first task.

Give up distinguishing the nature of personnel in close combat and concentrate on destroying the enemy.

Hesitation will defeat.

Decisiveness may cause accidental injury, after all, it is not oneself who dies.

Keeping the three elements in mind, the soldiers kicked open the door of the room, pulled the trigger and fired at the room, immediately achieving the first victory.

"Kill one of the little devils!"

Chirping screams came from the distant room. The soldiers could not understand Japanese, but they could tell they were cursing from the tone of their voices.

The deputy squad leader once witnessed a soldier who was tricked out by the enemy's trick to lure the enemy, was attacked by a black gun in the corner, his lung was pierced on the spot, and he died before he could be sent to the rear.

After suffering a loss, he didn't take this trick at all, but directly smashed the wooden handle grenade into it.

The grenade exploded, sending up a man-high cloud of smoke.

The little devil in the room was still alive, and continued to shout mocking words, mixed with one or two Chinese words, such as cowards and Chinese people's titles.

The soldiers were filled with righteous indignation, and pulled out grenades from their waists one after another, intending to send the little devil to hell.

The deputy squad leader stopped them and picked up the walkie-talkie to call the bazooka support team.

A [-] fire was aimed at the house where the sound came from, and most of the house was bombed down, burying a devil under the rubble.

It really is a miracle.

Then came another round of empty rooms, discovering the enemy or being ambushed by the enemy, and then destroying the enemy with heavy firepower.

The front-line soldiers threw grenades frantically, as long as someone was in the room, they would throw them directly.

Then use explosives, including large-caliber rifle grenades, rocket launchers, and bury people and houses together to blow up a path.

In some places, infantry vehicles can drive in to provide support, making it easier to fight.

Until you meet an L-shaped building in a row, there is a door on the front of the building, one on the left and one on the right.

The deputy squad leader led people to choose the one on the left, and then found that it was actually an arsenal, storing dozens of boxes of weapons and ammunition.

Looking back, I found that the trigger mechanism was installed behind the door on the right, and there were three grenades hanging on the door.

After seeing clearly, several people couldn't help swallowing their saliva, not even daring to pant for breath.

If they had chosen the door on the right, they would have already lined up at the Underworld by now.

However, the Japanese soldiers upstairs would not give up the general's arsenal, and the soldiers could even see figures dangling on the stairs.

The deputy squad leader beckoned to let people get out, fighting recklessly in this kind of terrain, pure and desperate.

Isn't it just an arsenal?

Blow him up!
The support engineers at the rear waited for everyone to leave the building, and then threw the blasting tubes into the building like throwing javelins.

There was a roar of heavy artillery shells, and the first half of the building collapsed instantly, and the ammunition inside began to set off fireworks.

Several Japanese soldiers wanted to escape through the broken windows upstairs, but the soldiers outside who were still in shock gave them a shuttle, and it was unknown whether they were hit or killed. The Japanese soldiers were quickly engulfed in flames.

However, not all terrains allow the use of rockets and blasters to solve problems.

As they entered a narrow alley, the Japanese soldiers in the yard began throwing grenades at them.

A grenade blew up the light machine gunner on the spot, but fortunately he was wearing body armor and survived.

Another one exploded at the deputy squad leader's feet. I don't know if the grenade was damp, and the deputy squad leader's foot was still attached to his leg.

This wave of grenade rain from the Japanese army caused four more wounded in the second squad. The only luck is that no one was killed.

The second squad leader took the rest of the soldiers and threw all the grenades on his body into the yard. After more than a dozen explosions, there was no movement in the yard.

Not daring to break in, a soldier used his shoulders as a ladder to help his companion climb up the wall.

Under the guidance of the thermal imaging low-light night vision device, the three heat sources in the yard can be seen at a glance, and the soldiers quickly fired three long bursts.

Afterwards, it was found that it was correct. The grenade explosion failed to kill the person directly, and the fatal wound was still the gunshot wound.

One night passed, Kang Ya successfully completed the task, but there were five more corpses and sixteen wounded under his command.

In the early morning, many commanders gathered at the forward headquarters for a meeting.

Familiar people will inevitably gossip when they meet.

"Come on, you've got a good deal. The rockets are saturated to attack, and even the helicopters cooperate with you to fight. How about it? You've got a big deal!"

Yao Ma tried to control his expression with seriousness, he wanted to keep a low profile, and he didn't want to act too frightened, which would make others jealous.

Seeing Milong's stinky face, wouldn't it be exciting to say it!

But the joy comes from the heart, and the skill of controlling the expression is not good enough, and the corners of the mouth are still curled up to hide the joy.

"There's nothing to say, it's all the rocket force, and the helicopter helped a lot. We went to replenish the enemy's guns and collect the corpses. We did some trivial things."

Yao Ma tried his best to downplay the role of the company he led in his words, and put all the credit on others.

The other two company commanders who got the task of chewing hard bones couldn't help but envy him for his shit luck.

The company commander surnamed Zhao turned his head and saw Kang Ya: "Oh, isn't this company commander Kang? With a straight face, who owes you money."

"It's none of your business."

Kang Ya looked upset when she saw everyone, as if she owed him half the money.

Company Commander Zhao stared at him, frowned and bared his teeth: "What the hell, I've taken gunpowder. If you don't accept it, let's do it to the best of your ability."

"Just do it, whoever is afraid of whom."

Although the words are tough, the people who say them are not angry enough.

Kang Ya turned her head and glanced at the attic: "But with Deputy Head Long, I don't have the same knowledge as you."

He has a lot of problems himself, and he always likes to pick other people's reasons. When he meets someone who is weak, he will go up and pinch him, and when he sees someone who is worse than himself, he will immediately get out of the way.

To describe it in one sentence: a bitch who bullies the weak and fears the hard, the little bastard.

Long Wenwen, who hadn't slept all night, cheered up and called everyone up.

Reporting on the degree of mission completion, troop casualties, and results obtained is only one aspect.

What's more, I want everyone to conclude that after a day and a night of street fighting, there must be some gains.

Useful experiences are shared and promoted, and the lessons learned from losses are also shared, so as to save others from falling into the same trap.

Everyone refused to say anything, so Long Wenwen called the names directly:

"It's important, you even took down the Japanese army headquarters and eliminated the commander of the highest rank of the Japanese army in the city, the chief of staff, Major General. Tell the big guys first."

Yao Ma, who was named, didn't want to show off the limelight. He had already learned about the casualties of his respective troops from several old men, and he was not very optimistic.

All in all, it is their company that has the least loss and the biggest gain.

And it's based on picking up a cheap one, just having fun in private, there's no need to show off and add salt to other people's wounds.

Yao Ma reluctantly stood up and said: "In terms of experience, there is one thing, that it is really easy to cover and destroy with firepower.

Most of the buildings were razed to the ground, and the little devils were buried under the rubble.

Our fighters hardly encountered any decent resistance, and it didn't seem much different from field battles.

So, I think the best way is to use bazookas to scrub the ground. "

Many officers in the room who participated in the night siege operations all had expressions of envy on their faces.

There was only one thought left in the big guy's mind: "We also want to wash the ground with rocket bombs. The soldiers don't have to bother, and go directly to collect the corpses. How enjoyable it is! Is the key to the above?"

Company Commander Zhao got up and asked:
"Deputy Dragon, we don't count on the new rocket launchers. There are a lot of Type [-] rocket launchers. Can you approve a few hundred for our company?"

His words were the voices of several people, and they all looked at Long Wenwen eagerly.

If you can easily kill the enemy, you will only work hard if your brain is pumped.

"I think so too! But half of the city was blown up, including a large number of evacuated civilians. Who is responsible for this, and who can bear this responsibility?"

Long Wenwen glanced at the crowd and asked angrily.

Everyone was asked in silence. A small amount of accidental injury and a large number of casualties are two concepts, and half of Mandalay was flattened... All in all, it is difficult to explain.

Company Commander Zhao said in a deep voice:
"Then I will also talk about an experience. Equipping individual night vision goggles and bulletproof armor will give us more advantages in night battles, so we should try our best to choose at night when we attack."

His experience sharing was recognized.

I have tried the benefits of hitting the blind. If it is not necessary, no one wants to fight in the daytime. They are exposed to the enemy's sight and get shot black.

After a round of sharing, everyone expressed their opinions, and they all shared some useful things, so that those who have never experienced it learned to avoid stepping on pitfalls.

Kang Ya, the last one to stand up, had a stinking face, and said a shocking sentence:
"If there weren't so many powerful fire support, the street fighting dogs wouldn't fight!"

Everyone was stunned, and then they laughed wryly, and these words resonated with them.

In a field battle, being flanked by the enemy on both sides means that you are in a disadvantageous situation.

What about street fighting?
It's a three-sided attack!
You don't know from which direction except behind you, a deadly bullet will be fired, or a grenade will suddenly fall from the sky.

In fact, for them now, it's okay to be surrounded in a serious field battle.

With powerful firepower, the enemy can be completely suppressed, and the fire support from the rear is very timely and the coverage is huge.

They don't have to worry about rushing to break through, and they can even come to a center to bloom.

But in street fighting, the mental pressure is too great, and fighting for a day seems to drain all energy for a week.

The soldiers are all listless, which makes people feel distressed.

Seeing that it was about to become a complaint meeting, Long Wenwen hurriedly interrupted their topic, and changed the subject and said:
"The enemy's headquarters has been destroyed and lost its backbone. In addition, we have issued a large number of letters of persuasion. From today onwards, a large number of Japanese troops may surrender.

If the enemy surrenders, then we don't have to fight in the streets, and we can all breathe a sigh of relief.

So let the following pay more attention, and learn a few Japanese sentences by the way, don't you little devils raise the white flag and call for surrender, you think there is a war and start fighting again. "

I have to say that Long Wenwen is fooling people, and he has not lost his ability to draw big cakes.

An event with only a 100% probability seemed to be [-]% in his mouth. Everyone was amused and their mood became much more relaxed.

Someone even jokingly said, "What does the little devil use as a white flag and put his crotch pants on the pole?"

"Baobuqi really exists, that thing is very suitable! It also fits the little devil's urination."

Those who booed were still giggling, but in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that as long as the little devil had no brains, he wouldn't do that.

I would rather hang my white shirt on a pole as a white shirt than lift up my underpants, it's too shameful.

But that didn't stop the crowd from mocking the little devil and venting their anger after a mouthful.

Meng got annoyed to record everyone's discussions about street fighting in his notebook, and finally wrote down: Either avoid it, or plow the ground with firepower, street fighting dogs don't fight!

He wanted to go back and show the notes to the group, hoping that the Japanese army would not be able to bear the surrender first.

Otherwise, if you win the street battle, you won't get much benefit, and you will have to drive a group of people crazy.

In the evening, the first batch of dozens of Japanese soldiers walked out of the hiding place holding a white flag and chose to surrender.

These people are the original civil servants of the government, and their willpower is the weakest.

Long Wenwen was overjoyed, set them up and set an example, and asked them to persuade them with loudspeakers.

Throughout the night, a large number of deserters appeared in the Japanese army, and they came out one after another to surrender.

Without the backbone and the channel to communicate with the outside world, for the stubborn Japanese army, every day is a more desperate day.

The Sichuan Army Corps persuaded to surrender while fighting, and the Japanese army, including a large number of non-combatants, soon surrendered in batches.

Facts have proved that all the Japanese troops fought to the death without surrendering, which is a lie.

Their reluctance to surrender can only show that they have not been hurt, leaving them in pain and despair.

Otherwise, it would not have happened. Two nuclear weapons landed on the island. Not long after, on August [-]th, the kid surrendered cleanly and unconditionally.

(End of this chapter)