Bright Sword: Develop alone, bring back an artillery regiment

Chapter 57 How many troops does a platoon have?

"Snapped!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Gunshots rang out suddenly.

Although the ghost agents of Yamamoto's special team were well-trained, the Spike members were not vegetarians. What's more, they were all focused on the training ground.

At the same time, the entire prisoner-of-war camp immediately became a mess

The devil's reaction was quick. As soon as the battle broke out, the devils on the surrounding watchtowers pointed their guns at the training ground one after another, and other devils rushed towards this side one after another.

However, the soldiers in the artillery platoon and the prisoners on the training ground were not stupid, so naturally they would not stand still and be shot.

Under Wang Chengzhu's brief introduction, they immediately realized what was going on, and scattered in search of suitable shelters.

Some of them took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the weapons that the little devil had dropped on the ground, and started a fierce exchange of fire with other devils.

After Wang Chengzhu got rid of the leader of the devil's agent, he immediately came to Monk Wei and threw him a pistol.

Monk Wei: "Aren't you Japanese?"

Wang Chengzhu: "Nonsense! I'm Japanese, but can I come to save you?"

"Crack!" Wang Chengzhu pulled the trigger, and dealt with a devil soldier who wanted to rush over, and said, "Monk, your skills are good, but your brain is a bit not so good. You can use knives and guns to solve problems. What can you do?" Why use fists?"

Monk Wei quickly understood that the other party was educating him why he didn't accept the dagger given by the little devil, but now was not the time for a war of words, so he didn't open his mouth to refute, but raised his gun to deal with the devil's counterattack.

The prisoners of the national army in the prisoner-of-war camp had long had enough of the oppression of the little devils, and knew that now was the only chance to survive, so they all red-eyed and launched a counterattack against the charging devils.

"Brothers, you're going to die anyway, fight with these little devils!"

"Kill one is enough, kill two to earn one!"

"Kill!"

The prisoners of war burst out with unprecedented high fighting spirit, while shooting, they rushed towards the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp.

There was chaos in the entire prisoner-of-war camp.

However, it is a pity that the little devil has occupied a favorable position after all, especially the devil's machine guns on those watchtowers, which made the hopes of the prisoners of war come to naught.

"Tut, chug, chug..."

A rain of bullets poured down, and the bodies of more than a dozen national army prisoners of war were smashed into sieves, and they screamed and fell into a pool of blood one after another.

"Stop, stop quickly, listen to my order, don't break through indiscriminately!"

Wang Chengzhu yelled at the top of his voice, but these national army prisoners of war were not his subordinates. In addition, they had been imprisoned for so long, and they had seen one crop after another of their companions die at the hands of the devils, which caused tremendous psychological and physical pain. Trauma, it is difficult to calm down at this time.

Monk Wei said that he was still calm. He frowned at Wang Chengzhu and said, "These devil machine guns are too much of a threat to us. If we don't get rid of these machine guns, it will be very difficult for us to break out."

Wang Chengzhu smiled and said, "Don't worry, these devils won't be running around with their machine guns for long."

As soon as Wang Chengzhu's words fell, the positions of these watchtowers burst into flames, and then, shocking explosions came to everyone's ears one after another.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, half of the six watchtowers had collapsed, and half of the devil's machine guns had misfired.

Monk Wei asked in surprise, "This is?"

Wang Chengzhu: "This is my artillery!"

"Order to go down, let those prisoners try not to get close to the devil's watchtower!"

After a brief exchange of fire, the prisoners of the national army gradually calmed down.

Especially after three watchtowers of the devils were blown up, they saw hope even more, so they all obeyed Wang Chengzhu's order.

"Boom, boom, boom!—"

Soon, the second and third rounds of salvos from the artillery squad came again.

I have to say that the artillery technique of the artillery squad is really not very good. Eight 8-type light mortars fired three rounds of volleys before blowing up all the watchtowers of the devils. Their literacy is estimated to be over after a round of salvo.

But this is also understandable. After all, the artillery squad has only been formed for a few days, and the artillerymen have not trained for long.

"Brothers, rush, kill!"

Outside the prisoner-of-war camp, after the shelling, deputy platoon leader Xu Hailang immediately led the main artillery platoon to launch an attack.

Without the threat of machine gun fire, they went all the way like a bamboo, and soon broke through the gate and rushed into the prisoner-of-war camp.

As the main force of the artillery platoon entered the prisoner-of-war camp, the combat power inside immediately developed in a one-sided situation.

bang bang bang...

Puff puff……

Under the attack from both inside and outside, the devils in the prisoner-of-war camp were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

Originally, there were many devil agents training in this prisoner-of-war camp, but it is a pity that they became the targets of Langya and Squad 1 as soon as the battle started, and they were naturally the first to be killed.

The ensuing battle seemed dull and boring, although the remaining devils still relied on the barracks as their position and resisted desperately.

But as grenades were thrown in one after another, barracks were captured and occupied by artillery platoons one after another.

After half an hour, the battle was over.

All the devils in the Qingshan prisoner-of-war camp were wiped out, leaving no one left.

Monk Wei looked at the hundreds of artillery platoon soldiers in the POW camp with a look of surprise, and asked Wang Chengzhu: "I just heard them call you the platoon leader, are you sure this is a platoon?"

Wang Chengzhu: "Yes, it is indeed a platoon, but my platoon has 8 squads, and each squad has more than 100 fighters."

Monk Wei: "..."

Is a platoon of the Eighth Route Army so powerful now, or have I been imprisoned for too long and can't keep up with the changes outside?

A platoon has more than 800 people, so how many people does a battalion or regiment have?
Wang Chengzhu: "Your name is Monk Wei, right?"

Monk Wei nodded: "My name is Wei Dayong. I have been a monk in Shaolin Temple for several years, so I am also called Monk Wei."

Wang Chengzhu: "How about it, are you interested in doing eight ways with me?"

Monk Wei hesitated: "Do eight ways..."

Of course Wang Chengzhu knew the little Jiujiu in Monk Wei's heart. He smiled and said, "What? Is it because I dislike the harsh conditions and poor equipment of the Eighth Route Army?"

Monk Wei scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Wang Chengzhu continued: "Do you think my troops are poorly equipped?"

Monk Wei shook his head.

A joke, a poop has its own artillery unit, as well as countless machine guns and submachine guns. If this equipment is poor, then no troops are well equipped.

Wang Chengzhu asked again: "I don't know if you are being held in a prisoner-of-war camp, but have you ever heard that our Eighth Route Army killed a leader of the devil's alliance in Cangyunling, and captured a flag of the alliance?"

Monk Wei: "I've heard of this. It is said that the Eighth Route Army's Xinyi Regiment did it."

During this period of time, prisoners were sent to the Qingshan POW camp one after another. Many of these prisoners were captured after Cangyunling, so they naturally knew about it.

Wang Chengzhu said: "My unit belongs to the Xinyi Regiment. In addition, I killed Sakata Shinzhe, the leader of the Sakata Regiment, and I also captured the regiment flag.

Are you willing to join my army now? "

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