Sword life

Chapter 197 Cannon Fodder Rush Forward

To the east of Liaoyang is the Qianshan Mountains and the Liaohe River passing through it. On the northeast plain of Yimapingchuan, it is already a rare defensive position.

This is also the reason why the No. 19 and [-]th divisions of the little devil did not run away immediately. In Liaoyang, they could still defend according to the danger, but when they ran to other places, the terrain was flat, and there was no place to defend if they wanted to.

More than 19 people from the remnant of the No.5000 Division of the Japanese Army were assigned to the front line of Daheishan, relying on the terrain to defend against the southeast attack.

Gui Saburo sat behind a wooden table with a calm expression, but when he picked up the teacup, the tea began to shake violently, obviously his mood was not as calm as he imagined.

Kojiro died, and two mixed divisions were buried with him.

What frightened him the most was that Fengtian didn't hold on for even a day, and was conquered by that guy. Although the real combat power of the two temporary mixed divisions was only two regiments, they didn't survive even a day. Greatly exceeded his expectations.

Now that guy's military strength has surpassed No.19 and [-]th divisions, and his firepower is even greater, that is, with the planes during the day, he can get a chance to survive, but once the planes fly away, the overwhelming artillery fire will appear again. Become the master of the battlefield.

Needless to say, a lot of the ammunition in it was snatched from Fengtian, and now it has become a sharp weapon of that person, hitting the heads of imperial soldiers!

'What a waste! "Kame Saburo was indignant. If he really wanted to run away, he couldn't leave the ammunition to that guy. What kind of idea is this guy Kojiro!
At this moment, there was another roar, even after a distance of more than ten miles, it still carried a destructive majesty. Needless to say, it must be that guy's 150mm heavy artillery that started to attack again.

After several days of artillery battles, the sixteen 19mm heavy artillery of the No.150 Division were completely lost, and the remaining 75mm field artillery became an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Baga, waste!" Guisanlang was anxious and wanted to kill someone, everything was fine, why did such a guy appear!
"It's not good, General Kame Saburo, outside, outside." A staff officer ran in rashly, and what he said was even more unpleasant.

Guisaburo slapped this ignorant guy fiercely: "Remember, you are an imperial soldier, you can't be intimidated by that guy, understand!"

"Hey, that guy's army is digging trenches! It's too close to us!"

"How close!"

On the Daheishan front, the positions of the Tenth Army were full of soldiers digging trenches. The distance between the trenches of the two sides was less than 50 meters.
"Boom!" The grenade was thrown into the trench of the Tenth Army and exploded. Several soldiers fell down screaming, and sandbags set up every few meters blocked most of the shrapnel.

On the little devil's side, after the big explosive package exploded, the entire trench, whether it was machine guns or sandbags, was all shattered into pieces. The shock wave hit the next trench, and the little devil in the trench also vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Ah!" Zhang Gang sneezed, watching a piece of news passing in front of him with satisfaction.
[You killed twelve elite little devils, reward 2400 points! 】

It was quite fun to play. In this kind of hand-to-hand combat, the advantage of the defensive side was greatly offset. The current exchange ratio has been reduced to [-]:[-].

Even better, most of those fighting in these trenches were not soldiers of the Tenth Army, but those puppet soldiers who surrendered. No matter how many people died, Zhang Gang didn't feel bad.

As for those who dug trenches, most of them were little devils who surrendered, and they deserved it if they were beaten to death and blown to death!
"Commander, why are you here again! No, you have to go down, or I won't fight the battle here, and everyone is here to protect you!" Brigadier Kong Jie ran over sweating.

"Go, go, fight your battle, I don't need you to worry about it!" Zhang Gang pushed Kong Jie away, aimed at a small devil's trench, and threw a big explosive package directly.

This thing is cheap to make, ten points a piece, and if you throw it out, you only need to blow up a little devil to get back the cost. Zhang Gang doesn't know how many he lost, and the feel is getting better and better!

The explosive package flew out in a whirl, and flew into a little devil's trench seven or eighty meters away. It exploded loudly, blowing up smoke from the little devil's entire trench.

This trench is the main trench of the little devils. The ninety-two style, all the crooked handles are concentrated here, and there are seven or eight grenadiers. After being blown up, the firepower of the little devils suddenly weakened. Anyway, the puppet troops in the trench They swarmed up and charged towards the little devil's position.

The little devils started to shoot violently, but without heavy fire suppression, especially heavy machine gun suppression, their gunshots seemed very sparse.

The crisp sound of "[-] Dagai" reverberated in the air, and one of the rebel soldiers ran headfirst into the ground, but the charging crowd was not affected at all, and they still charged bravely.

The distance between the trenches of the two sides was only tens of meters, and within ten seconds of launching the charge, the soldiers crashed into the little devil's trench anyway. Now, it was the little devil's turn to suffer.

Routine grenade throwing, a trench was almost covered by grenade shrapnel, and all the little devils hiding in the trench, without exception, were covered in shrapnel and died in great pain.

Seeing this situation, the little devil simply rushed out of the trench with a bayonet in his hand, intending to start a hand-to-hand battle with the soldiers anyway, but unfortunately, the opponent he met this time did not respond.

Anyway, there are always a few fighters with two-handed box cannons in the soldiers. These soldiers shoot their bows left and right, and the box cannons fly up and down, playing the effect of a submachine gun, killing the little devils who pounce on them one by one!

The charge was very smooth, and three trenches were captured in one go before being blocked by the kid's machine gun and the [-]nd Artillery.

In this charge, anyway, more than 300 soldiers were killed or injured, more than 100 imprisoned prisoners were killed, more than 100 imps were killed, and more than 100 were injured. With an exchange ratio of one to twenty, you can make a lot of money!

(End of this chapter)