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Chapter 716: Survival from Death, Victory from the Remnant

"team leader!"

"The Japs are coming from the east!"

"I want numbness!"

"Yao Ma was knocked unconscious by the bomb!"

Before Wang Zhong finished his call, Dong Dao beside him responded loudly.

"Then you go, lead a squad, each of you carry a basket of grenades, come over to support me, and wait for my signal. Once the signal comes, immediately use grenades to greet the Japanese!"

"Yes!"

Dong Dao immediately stopped, saluted, and hurried away.

It turned out that the two heavy machine guns on the east side were taking advantage of the overheated barrels and the time it took to reload bullets, so the Japanese found an opportunity and advanced directly forward.

Wang Zhong adjusted the position and angle of the grenade launcher again, and fired three mortar rounds at the cabinet in the front on the east side.

Accompanied by three loud bangs, dozens of Japanese soldiers charging at the front were immediately blown away by the impact force, aftermath and flying earth and rocks generated by the explosion.

The pressure on the east side dropped suddenly.

The two heavy machine guns took advantage of this gap to replace bullets, used water to cool the barrels, and then started firing again, instantly repelling the approaching Japanese.

Wang Zhong turned the muzzle of the gun again and aimed at the Japanese grenade launcher position which had just been fully replenished and only had seven or eight grenade launchers left. He aimed at the seven or eight grenade launchers and fired three more shells.

Milong's machine gun had already replaced several barrels and more than a dozen magazines had been emptied.

"cake!"

"clip!"

"Brother Milong, there are only three magazines left!" Doubing reminded loudly after handing over another magazine.

Milong was stunned for a moment, but his hands did not stop moving. He continued to hold the machine gun and started firing at the Japanese troops all over the mountains.

A box of bullets can kill five or six Japanese soldiers.

Fortunately, there were four heavy machine guns set up. Even though the Japanese charged fearlessly, their flesh and blood bodies were eventually defeated by the heavy machine guns that were like life-harvesting machines. The fourth wave of the Japanese charge was repelled again.

"idiot!"

"How could this Chinese guerrilla force have such strong firepower, grenade launchers and heavy machine guns, causing heavy losses to our warriors of the Great Japanese Empire."

Seeing his own team retreating, leaving behind countless bodies of his compatriots again, Yamamoto Benlang became furious and almost smashed the telescope in his hand.

"How many troops have we not yet sent up?"

"Your Excellency, there are only two teams left that have not yet been deployed into battle."

"Bagaya road!"

"A small guerrilla group actually caused us to lose nearly an entire squadron."

"How long will it take for the anti-tank guns to arrive?"

"According to the estimated distance, it will take about three hours."

Yamamoto Benlang looked at the battlefield filled with smoke, his face turning ashen.

"Pass on my order. The entire army should rest and wait for the anti-tank guns to arrive before launching the attack."

"Send out scouts, be careful and alert, and always keep an eye on the guerrillas in the mountains to prevent them from taking advantage of any opportunity." Even in a rage, Yamamoto Jiro still did not lose his mind.

After five waves of attacks were repelled in succession, and the battle lasted from noon to evening, and now it is almost dark, the guerrillas have not been captured yet. Instead, they have occupied the high ground again and gained the advantage of terrain. Even after dozens of grenade launchers were destroyed, they were able to remain calm. It can be seen that this Yamamoto Bianlang is completely different from the Sakata Battalion in the last Battle of Gudaokou.

At the same time, on the mountain, Wang Zhong led Snake Buttocks and several others back to the position. Looking at Yaoma, who was unconscious and missing an arm, he asked in a deep voice, "Have we counted our losses?"

"We have sixteen dead, fourteen seriously injured, and more than thirty slightly injured. Among the slightly injured, there are more than a dozen who can still fight." Bula was not here, Yao Ma was seriously injured and unconscious, and Dong Dao went to the opposite side. The task of counting the wounded can only be handed over to Shehuo, who is in charge of the fire army.

"The casualties on the other side will only be heavier!" Snake Butt no longer had any of his usual ease and carefreeness, only solemnity remained on his face.

Wang Zhong said in a deep voice: "Notify Dong Dao that after dark, immediately abandon the opposing position and retreat around to meet us!"

"Yes!"

There were thirty killed and seriously injured, and more than thirty slightly injured, which added up to sixty people. There were only one hundred people on their side, which means that only half of them were intact.

Moreover, the casualties of Dong Dao and Cui Yong in the east would be even greater. Among the more than 200 people, it would be a blessing if half of them were alive and well.

Although most of the lightly wounded soldiers still have fighting capacity, if they cannot receive timely treatment, their injuries will turn into serious injuries, which will also cost their lives.

This is not alarmist talk, but the absolute reality.

"Organize a few new soldiers to take the seriously injured away first."

Wang Zhong simply helped the medical staff treat the injuries of the seriously injured while giving orders in an orderly manner.

The soldiers were also on the battlefield filled with smoke, taking advantage of this rare break to replenish their food and water. The recruits who were full of fear and didn't know what to do at the beginning, now had no fear on their faces, only numbness and calmness. They quietly ate the food in their hands, drank the water in their canteens, wiped the guns in their hands, and checked the remaining ammunition on their bodies.

Snake Butt, who was temporarily in charge of logistics, led his men to distribute the remaining bullets to every soldier.

Night gradually fell and the pitch-black darkness enveloped the earth. Dong Dao and Cui Yong also led the soldiers to quietly withdraw from the mountains in the east and returned to the west.

"How are the casualties on your side?" Wang Zhong was most concerned about the battle damage.

Dong Dao said solemnly: "Thirty people were killed, twenty-one were seriously injured, and more than twenty were slightly injured."

Wang Zhong's face turned grim: "How many of those who are slightly injured are still able to fight?"

"There are still thirteen people." Dong Dao replied in a deep voice.

With more than fifty people killed or seriously injured, plus a dozen who could not participate in the battle again, the casualty rate was over half.

"We only have about one company left that can participate in the battle." Wang Zhong said solemnly, "We used one company to exchange for a squadron of the Japanese. The casualty ratio is nearly one to three. We are not at a loss anymore."

"Snake ass!"

"To!"

"Take a platoon with you, bury the brothers who died in the battle on the spot, and then take the other wounded and quickly retreat to the No. 1 base. Remember, you must clean up the traces left along the way and don't let the Japanese follow the traces to catch up." "Make sure to complete the mission."

"Captain, what about us?" Dong Dao came up and asked.

Wang Zhong said: "In the afternoon, Bu La had already led his men to lurk on the enemy's flank."

"The Japanese are not moving now. They must be waiting for their heavy weapons. If we wait until their artillery arrives, with our current strength, there will be no other result except being eaten by the Japanese."

"So we must take the initiative." Wang Zhong has always believed that the best defense is offense. This has been the case since he entered Myanmar in early 1942, and he has fought dozens of battles, big and small.

Dong Dao and She Pizi, the old men who had followed Wang Zhong since the first battle in Burma, had long been accustomed to Wang Zhong's unconventional and aggressive tactics.

"Captain, how should we fight?" Dong Dao asked directly how to fight.

Wang Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the direction of the Japanese camp several miles away, and said: "The Japanese must have deployed a large number of scouts in the surrounding mountains and forests. The noise of your retreat earlier may not be hidden from the eyes of those Japanese scouts, but they have not made any movement so far..."

"Could it be that the Japanese are planning something bad again?" Dong Dao guessed.

“Not necessarily!” Wang Zhong said.

"Although we suffered heavy losses in the previous five attacks, the Japanese also suffered heavy losses. We killed at least one and a half of their three squadrons. Without artillery support, their infantry would charge in vain no matter how many times they charged."

The power of the heavy machine gun is not to be underestimated.

"So how do we fight now?"

"Not urgent!"

"Let's wait until Snake Butt and the others are far away."

Half an hour later, Wang Zhong once again formed a commando team, with himself as the vanguard, and moved along the hillside towards the enemy's camp.

Veterans such as Dong Dao and Cui Yong took the remaining sixty or so soldiers, and the two platoons were intact. The uninjured soldiers were hanging about thirty meters behind the commandos.

Wang Zhong no longer held back, all five senses were activated, and he held a large bag of stones in his hand. Whenever he detected the location of Japanese scouts, he would throw the stones out in advance.

With the blessing of Cao Lin's pure and powerful true energy, the speed of the flying stone may be slightly slower than the bullet, but the power is just as great, and even greater.

After only advancing a short distance of one and a half miles, more than twenty Japanese scouts were killed by Wang Zhong's stones.

Looking at the Japanese camp nearby, Wang Zhong set up the grenade launcher, and several recruits were responsible for loading the ammunition. Dong Dao led the remaining soldiers and crawled forward, constantly approaching the Japanese camp.

Seeing Dong Dao and others enter the designated position, Wang Zhong immediately ordered the artillery to fire.

Three shells flew in the shape of a "品" (a Chinese character for "product") and headed straight for the three tents in the center of the Japanese camp.

"beat!"

Milong and several light machine gunners immediately stood up and fired their guns when they heard the sound of artillery fire. The remaining soldiers took out grenades from their waists, unscrewed the lids, pulled the fuses, and threw the smoking grenades towards the Japanese camp ahead.

The Japanese soldiers in the camp were immediately stunned by the sudden explosion.

"kill!"

On the Japanese flank, Bu La, who had been lying in ambush on the mountain for a long time, immediately stood up from the bushes when he saw the explosion in the Japanese camp. With a loud roar, he was the first to rush towards the Japanese camp at the foot of the mountain with a gun in hand.

Wang Zhong was like a precision-guided missile. The shells fired by the grenade launcher in front of him would fall where there were the most Japanese invaders.

Although the Japanese had a large number of people and a spacious camp, it was still difficult to provide support in time when they were suddenly attacked.

Moreover, Wang Zhong's first wave of artillery shells was aimed at Ben Benlang's headquarters in the center of the mountain.

Yamamoto Benjiro and his adjutant were killed along with the command center in the first round of shelling. Wang Zhong even fired three more shells to be on the safe side.

It was also unlucky for Yamamoto Benlang to encounter Wang Zhong, who had activated the bug of cheating.

Otherwise, if it was a normal battle between two armies, the battle would never have turned out like this. The huge advantage the guerrillas have gained now is basically achieved by Wang Zhong relying on his inhuman perception, speed, accuracy, endurance, etc.

Wang Zhong is like a small radar, able to accurately determine any movement within thirty meters around him. No enemy can escape his perception.

Throwing a grenade a hundred meters away was just an extremely common operation for Wang Zhong. It could be regarded as a movable grenade launcher and mortar.

The key point is that Wang Zhong's accuracy in throwing grenades is comparable to the precision-guided missiles of later generations. He can throw it wherever he wants. The same goes for the grenade launcher. It can hit whatever you point it at.

With the highest commander and staff all killed, and under the guerrillas' powerful firepower and artillery fire, and being attacked from both sides at the same time, the Japanese army, which still claimed to be "the strongest army on the face of the earth", quickly began to disintegrate.

Dong Dao led his team forward quickly, still using light machine guns and grenades to attack.

Wang Zhong used precise guidance of mortars in the rear to ensure that no light or heavy machine guns in the Japanese camp could block the guerrillas.

In less than five minutes, the situation in the camp became one-sided.

And all the shells in Wang Zhong's grenade launcher were used up.

After using up all the shells in his hands, Wang Zhong immediately flew forward, like a flash of lightning, quickly passing a distance of dozens of meters. The rifle in his hand once again turned into the sickle of the god of death, and he specifically aimed at the Japanese commander.

The grenades on his waist were thrown one by one towards the areas where the Japanese resistance was most intense, and they always landed accurately in the center of the Japanese army, exerting the maximum power of the grenades.

Li Hu, who was following Wang Zhong, was as excited as a child, and the rifle in his hand was also constantly looking for targets. As one of the top hunters in Lianhua Town, although Li Hu's marksmanship was not yet at the level of a sharpshooter, it was definitely not bad.

I can't say that I can hit whatever I point at within fifty meters, but basically I can hit seven or eight out of ten targets.

Not long after, Bu La, covered in blood, rushed to Wang Zhong and others with his men.

"team leader!"

“Kill!” Wang Zhong responded with only one word, his voice full of murderous intent.

Bu La grinned, revealing a mouthful of slightly yellow teeth: "Kill!"

Ten minutes later, the battle gradually came to an end. Bu La led his men in chasing for four to five hundred meters before he stopped the pursuit, panting, and returned to the Japanese camp.

"Captain, what should we do with these prisoners?" Dong Jian asked Wang Zhong who came to his side, looking at the dozens of Japanese soldiers who were surrounded in front of him and pointed at by the soldiers with guns.

"Prisoners? We don't even have enough food for ourselves, are we going to save some for them to eat?"

Dong Jian's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I understand!"

Then with a wave of his hand, two veterans holding light machine guns immediately opened fire, and the surrounding soldiers also opened fire.

In an instant, dozens of Japanese soldiers screamed and tried to flee in all directions. Some even wanted to fight the guerrilla fighters, but before they could get close, ruthless bullets pierced their bodies.