Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Motou Town, for the Eighth Route Army, was a prominent position to kill the Japanese army, and for the Japanese army, compared with the plains, occupying Motou Town could win a respite.

Just as Zhou Weihan expected, Motou Town became the focus of contention between the enemy and us. The Japanese army took the logistics regiment as the vanguard, and more than a thousand Japanese troops from the 163rd Regiment acted as cover troops on both sides. They moved closer to the direction of Motou Town.

The heavy machine gun position surrounding Motou Town was arranged in a semi-arc shape, with more than a dozen anti-aircraft machine guns in the middle. The soldiers watched coldly as more than [-] little devils from the logistics unit slowly approached Motou Town.

1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters, 400 meters, the distance is getting closer and closer.

"Fight!" With the order of the commander, nearly 90 heavy machine guns opened fire in unison. The dense firepower net completely enveloped nearly 2000 Japanese soldiers in front of them, and more than ten anti-aircraft machine guns sprayed hot bullets. It penetrated the bodies of several Japanese soldiers one after another, smashing the Japanese soldiers in front of them into pieces.

A hell-like scene was staged in front of the little devils, and some little devils in the rear watched the soldiers in front of them collapse in front of them with mutilated bodies.

This was a naked massacre. Even the soldiers on the heavy machine gun positions did not expect that the little devil would cooperate so much, and nearly two thousand Japanese soldiers were sent to the slaughterhouse at once.

The battle ended quite quickly. Not only did the Japanese attacking troops fail to react, but even Mamoru Iinuma did not expect that Motou Town, which seemed empty and deserted, had actually ambushed an Eighth Route Army unit.

"Nani? It's an anti-aircraft machine gun, and it's the Eighth Route Army attacking Shimen! Why did they appear here?" In Mamoru Iinuma's impression, the Eighth Route Army attacking Shimen should still be staying in the suburbs of Shimen at this time.

"Your Excellency, the position we are in now is still within the range of the anti-aircraft machine gun. It is better to move to a safe place!" The adjutant on the side reminded.

Mamoru Iinuma was shocked when he heard the words. The Japanese army had to avoid the shelling and also needed to defend against the firepower net from Motou Town. However, the artillery wing of the 110th Division could not build a position to fight back.

The artillery shells kept shooting towards the little devil's position, and the Japanese army could not carry out an effective counterattack at all. The 110th Regiment in the front and the 140th Regiment in the rear organized forces many times, trying to break through the ambush circle of the Eighth Route Army, but they were all driven back.

Just as Mamoru Iinuma wanted to order the division and regiment headquarters to move immediately, the heavy machine gun position arranged by Motou Town aimed at this place.

The distance was about two to three miles away. Although the specific position of the Japanese army could not be seen clearly because the Japanese army extinguished the torches, it still did not affect the soldiers in the heavy machine gun position to effectively kill the little devil.

The little devils with the division headquarters included the Artillery Wing, the 163rd Wing, and the field hospital. There were less than 4000 people at full strength, and at the top were the remaining Japanese troops of the 163rd Wing of the Guard Division, which had less than [-] people.

I just witnessed the attacking troops being ruthlessly harvested by the heavy machine guns of the Eighth Route Army. The little devils of the 163rd regiment reacted very quickly, either hiding behind the carriages carried by the logistics regiment, or digging bunkers on the spot.

In a few words, the soldiers in the heavy machine gun position fired at the little devil again after changing the ammunition. Dozens of tongues of flames were especially dazzling in the dark night, and they shot towards the little devil. This passive beating scene made the little devil The devil only felt his scalp tingling.

The bullet hit the chariot with a bang, and the undiminished bullet pierced the body of the little devil hiding behind the carriage, leaving a wound the size of a palm.

"Baga, this is an anti-aircraft machine gun used for air defense. How could the Eighth Route Army have such powerful firepower?" The person who spoke was a devil second lieutenant from the 163rd Regiment.

When the anti-aircraft machine gun is used for flat shooting, it can easily penetrate the so-called tanks of the Japanese army. At this time, how can the carriages, ammunition boxes, and grain bags in front of the little devil reach the bullets of the anti-aircraft machine gun.

As soon as the words fell, a bullet hit the head, and the reddish white liquid sprayed on the faces of the devils around him. The little devils stood up and ran towards the south as if they were going crazy.

"Come back, come back quickly!" A devil veteran shouted, but he could only watch the upper bodies of several escaped devils being torn to pieces under the rain of bullets.

From the start of the battle, the bombardment lasted about five to six minutes. For the Japanese army of the 6th Division in the encirclement, it felt like a year, and people around them fell every second.

A high-powered walkie-talkie was placed in front of Zhou Weihan, and voices continued to come from it.

"One minute later, three red flares rose from the sky again, all artillery units stopped shelling, and all troops pressed up to wipe out the Japanese army of the 1th Division!" The division commander's serious voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Benefiting from the walkie-talkie, the various units of the Eighth Route Army participating in the war were more closely connected. From the Battle of Shimen, it can be seen that whether it is an attack or a long-distance raid after the troops, after having a walkie-talkie, the overall combat effectiveness of the Eighth Route Army seems to have improved a lot. two grades.

The monk stood on a temporary high platform, holding a telescope to observe the situation on the battlefield ahead: "Communist, the little devil doesn't seem to be as strong as imagined, and he hasn't formed a decent resistance!"

"What is a decent resistance? How can a little devil have a decent resistance? In this battle, the strength of the enemy and us is at least 1:3. The number of artillery in our army is about the same as three artillery regiments of the Japanese army, not to mention light and heavy machine guns. As well as the ability of individual soldiers to fight, to this day, randomly picking some fighters from the main regiments of the participating troops is no worse than the little devils of the 110th Division in front of us!" Zhou Weihan laughed.

As Zhou Weihan said, during the years of Japanese combat, the various military regions of the Eighth Route Army have been tempered into an elite unit in blood and fire.

With the passage of time, the battle has changed from guerrilla warfare and ambush warfare at the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War to mobile warfare, annihilation warfare or fortified warfare.

Taking the 17 regiments in front of us as an example, they gathered fist troops from the four secondary military regions of Taibei, Tainan, Hebei-Luyu, and Hebei. After this battle, they may be called the seeds of the field army.

Whether it is weaponry or combat effectiveness, it is not inferior to the Japanese army, but the Eighth Route Army is currently limited by logistical supplies and cannot support such a large-scale battle.

Perhaps, it will only take a year. Once the Eighth Route Army bases have passed the disaster year and each base has digested the machinery and equipment transported from Jinmen, then it will really have the ability to compete with the Japanese army.

"Communist, I have a request!" The monk jumped down from the high platform in one step, squatting beside Zhou Weihan and said.

"Say!"

"Since I became your bodyguard, I haven't fought against the little devils on the battlefield for a long time. Can you let me go up and exercise my muscles this time? This Garand rifle has become a decoration in my hands. Already!" The monk laughed foolishly.

The monk and Wan Jingang met together. When the monk was alone, he could only obediently stay by Zhou Weihan's side. When the battle started, Wan Jingang ran around in a hurry, and the monk's heart grew. It’s like grass, but you can only stand on a high platform to enjoy your eyes.

"Yes, member of the Communist Party, I have only been with you for a few days. I have seen a lot of big scenes, but I can only watch. If I knew this, I might as well stay in the secret service team. At least I can do a few more things." Little devil!"

"Okay, the two of you are going to turn over old scores now, it's not impossible to let you go to the battlefield, but I have conditions!" Zhou Weihan said.

"Commissioner, I will agree to any conditions!"

"Yes, me too!"

"Monk, you have to kill at least ten little devils this time, or you won't even think about it next time!"

"Wan Jingang, don't you miss the Garand rifle in the monk's hand? You only need to kill fifteen little devils, and I can share one with you after the battle!"

"Yes, member of the Communist Party, don't worry, as long as there are enough little devils, and with the cooperation of monks, I can kill three in and three out!" Wrap your palms in cloth.

"Okay, let's report to the assault group!" Zhou Weihan said.

When Wan Jingang heard this, he turned around and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the monk.

"Commissioner, let me follow the supplementary group. Although the assault group has few people, I'm afraid it won't be enough to follow the assault group!"

Although the monk is simple and honest on the surface, he has a lot of ghosts. Wan Jingang has just arrived, and he doesn't understand the combat methods of Zhou Weihan's troops, so he thinks it is a traditional hand-to-hand combat.

If he really followed the assault group, I am afraid that the little devil on the opposite side would be killed by the bullet before Wan Jingang's iron rod hit him.

"Okay, follow you!"

As three signal flares rose from the sky again, the shelling of the various artillery regiments stopped, but the 17 infantry regiments of the Eighth Route Army ambushing around were divided into the Eighth Route Army and launched an attack in unison.

More than 110 soldiers flew towards the Japanese army from eight directions like eight off-string arrows. As soon as they made contact, a regiment on the northwest side prevented the Japanese army from fleeing north, and the third regiment immediately inserted into the junction of the [-]th Regiment and its division headquarters. , In one fell swoop, the connection between the two Japanese armies was severed.

The 110th Wing was surrounded by the 358th Brigade, the New Tenth Brigade, the First Regiment, and the Third Regiment for a while, and then small groups of companies continued to strangle the 110th Wing.

The Assault Regiment and the Supplementary Regiment rushed out from behind Motou Town. The little devils of the 163 Regiment, who had just suffered a heavy blow, hadn't caught their breath yet.

The commandos of the two regiments consisted of light machine guns and submachine guns. The soldiers of the commandos stood on the carriage that the little devil served as a cover, and poured out their firepower towards the little devil. The remaining 163 Japanese soldiers of the 1500rd regiment were like cutting wheat Generally down.

The 163rd Regiment, together with the Division Headquarters and the Artillery Regiment, fled southward in a panic, but the three main regiments of the Luxi Military Region formed a large net to intercept the Japanese army.

On the westernmost side of the battlefield, the tactics implemented by the six regiments of the Southern Hebei Military Region are similar. First, they cut off the connection between the 140th Regiment and its division headquarters. The 50 small artillery opened the breakthrough, and then interspersed to disrupt the already chaotic formation of the 140th regiment.

Hearing the gunshots coming from all directions and the intensifying shouts of killing, Mamoru Iinuma, the commander of the 110th Division, discovered that the Eighth Route Army had planted several times more enemies in Motou Town to ambush the 110th Division returning to Shimen. division.

Seeing that two small units of the Eighth Route Army had broken through the formation of the 163rd Regiment and rushed towards the division headquarters, the little devils of the Artillery Regiment also gave up the idea of ​​bayoneting the cannons and were fighting with the Luxi Military Region The troops engaged in close combat, and the battle situation took a turn for the worse.

"Unexpectedly, Motou Town has become the burial place of my 110th Division. Presumably the Eighth Route Army's attack on Shimen was a fake, and its real purpose is to wipe out my 110th Division!"

"If I concentrated all my forces to break through to one side at the beginning, there might still be a glimmer of hope. I underestimated the strength of the Eighth Route Army!" Mamoru Iinuma murmured palely.

In fact, after the Eighth Route Army completed the encirclement of Motou Town, the fate of the more than 110 Japanese troops in the [-]th Division was already doomed. Even if the Emperor of Japan personally commanded them, they could not save the defeat.

"Your Excellency, General, please cheer up, while it is dark, there is still hope of breaking through!" the adjutant said and handed over an ordinary Japanese military uniform.

There was a flash of struggle in Iinuma Mori's eyes, and he said immediately: "No, I want to live and die with His Majesty's warriors, and use death to wash away my guilt!"

"Send a report to the dispatched army headquarters immediately!"

"Hi!" Seeing that Mamoru Iinuma couldn't be persuaded, the adjutant obediently took out his notebook to record the content of the telegram.

"General Gangcun is at the top, and Iinuma Shouyu led the 110th division of the headquarters back from the hinterland of southern Hebei today. Unexpectedly, the Eighth Route Army has insight into the time and route of the retreat. The Eighth Route Army is marching at an unprecedented speed. Surrender, and deal a fatal blow to our troops. Our troops were besieged by the Eighth Route Army's enemies several times in Motou Town, and we have no hope of breaking through the siege, and our destruction is imminent!"

"This is my responsibility alone. I am determined to live and die with the 110th Division. Only Shimen is an important town for the imperial army. The Eighth Route Army attacked Shimen to force the imperial army to withdraw. In fact, it wiped out my 110th division. It is expected that other mopping up troops will also In this crisis, General Gangcun please make arrangements as soon as possible!"

After Mamoru Iinuma finished speaking, he pulled out his command knife and wiped it carefully. When he looked up, he saw two majestic Eighth Route Army soldiers rushing forward.

Wherever they went, all the Japanese soldiers guarding a small group near the division headquarters were turned on their backs, and they were not the only enemy.

Wan Jingang and the monk were back to back, surrounded by more than a dozen little devils, but there was no trace of timidity on their faces.

These two people originally launched an attack with the supplementary regiment, but they did not play their cards according to common sense. Instead of following the large troops of the supplementary regiment, the two of them formed a group and rushed wantonly among the Japanese army crowd.

"Happy, Monk, it's a fucking pleasure to be your buddy!" Wan Jingang wiped the blood on his face, and pointed the iron rod in his hand at the little devil in front of him.

A dozen little devils looked at the two fierce and strong men in front of them, but they dared not attack for a long time.

"How many?" asked the monk.

"No, how come there are more than a dozen?" Wan Jingang replied.

"How many are you allowed?"

"Fart, I want you to let me?"